All Chapters of Fading Embers: The Search For Lost Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”Anthony barely registered Felix’s voice as he opened the car door, his mind lost in the cold, turbulent waters of his thoughts.Calista’s rejection in California still played vividly in his mind; her words had stung like a bee, and no matter how he tried, he couldn’t stop them from ringing repeatedly in his ears. Her disappointment had been so evident.The Calista he had once known now saw him as a stranger, someone she never wanted to be acquainted with. His only regret had been taking her with him back to Texas. They could have been so happy, like they used to be.What hurt the most was the fact that she had chosen Ranya, discarded him as if he were nothing, and told him to leave. The anger it had stirred was fierce, unforgiving, and seethed within him like poison.He still felt it burning in his chest as he climbed the White House steps, barely noticing the stately façade standing before him.The moment he entered the grand hall, he barely had time to catch hi

"Did I abduct your father?" Signoral words filled the hall. "Well, darling, you left me with absolutely no choice."The hall buzzed with shocked silence as Signoral’s recorded voice filled the entire space.No one expected the innocent goddess to be involved in such a game. Signoral’s eyes turned blank as she watched every plan she had orchestrated fall right back at her.Calista had really crossed the boundary; she had just pulled the string of war faster onto her head.“That is your voice, I believe,” Calista said the moment the recording stopped.“What did you just do, Cal?” Signoral asked, her voice laced with loathing and hatred. Her eyes darkened, making her look like the devil she was. A vivid contrast to the angelic, innocent appearance she had worn earlier.“Exactly what you would have done. I only beat you to it.” The murmurs from the crowd and the confused looks on the host’s face made their voices seem so distant that no one could hear the battle going on between the two w

"She was responsible…"The President sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the news on his tablet. He hadn't been surprised to see the reports confirming Signoral's involvement in Mr. MacQuoid's abduction. In a way, he'd anticipated it—observing silently, waiting for the opportune moment to act."Signoral had MacQuoid abducted. She had control of the Sharks," he muttered again, watching how she was being dragged from the stage.Just then, the door opened, and Damian entered with a confident stride, carrying an update he knew the President would find significant."Sir," Damian said, bowing slightly. "I managed to reach Mr. MacQuoid without alerting Ranya or anyone else in his Florida building. After some persuasion, he agreed to meet with you."The President looked up, giving Damian a slight nod of approval, though his expression revealed nothing more. Damian hesitated, curiosity etched on his face. He wanted to know why the President was so intent on this private meeting with MacQuoid.B

The tension in Signoral's office was palpable as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with a mixture of frustration and anger.The recent events had only added fuel to her ambitions, and she knew she needed to stay focused if she intended to regain control over her situation. Her gaze lingered on the news article pinned to her desk—the headline discussed her recent arrest in connection to Mr. MacQuoid's abduction scandal. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to remain composed.Her reverie was interrupted as Penelope strode in, carrying a stack of files and an expression that hinted at more than just business updates. Signoral raised her brows slightly as she straightened, an unspoken invitation for Penelope to speak.Penelope wasted no time. "The company's situation wasn't good, ma'am. The press was relentless, digging into every corner of our operations. With the scandal surrounding Mr. MacQuoid's abduction and your arrest, they were sniffing for anything they could find

Anthony stared at Signoral, a mix of shock and defiance in his gaze. He couldn’t believe what she was suggesting.“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tight.Signoral’s eyes narrowed, clearly irritated. “You heard me, Anthony. You said you loved Calista, yet here you are, attempting to let her slip through your fingers.”He shook his head, thinking it over again. “I loved her too much to hurt her, Signoral. Don’t you get it? You were asking me to lure her into bed—and to have it recorded?” He swallowed, the mere thought enough to make him nauseous. “I couldn’t, for anything at all, do that.”Signoral’s face twisted with impatience. “Pathetic,” she sneered. “If your feelings, Anthony, couldn’t give you the reason to man up to the woman who made you smile, then how about the leverage, power, and authority you stood to get from this? If you don’t have the stomach to seduce her, then maybe you aren’t as useful to me as I thought.”“What has what you’re asking me to do to her got to do