Chapter: 044THE black SUV rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Harlow residence, its engine purring softly before going quiet. The gates had barely finished sliding shut when the front door flew open.Mrs. Harlow stood there, hands clasped tightly to her chest, eyes glistening as she stared down the walkway like she was afraid the image before her would vanish if she blinked.The driver stepped out first, moved to the back, and opened the trunk.Then Valentine appeared.He had changed. He now looked taller, broader in the shoulders, his once-boyish face now sharpened by years and distance. But the moment his eyes landed on the woman standing at the door, everything else fell away.“Mother,” he breathed.That single word broke whatever composure Mrs. Harlow had been clinging to.“Oh, my son,” she cried, hurrying down the steps, her arms already wide open.Valentine barely had time to drop his backpack before she collided with him, wrapping him in a fierce, trembling embrace. He laughed softly,
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Chapter: 043THE bar was dimly lit, the kind of place that swallowed secrets whole and washed them down with alcohol. Low music hummed in the background, something jazzy and slow, as if it knew men came here not just to drink but to unload the weight of their lives. Charles sat slouched on a leather stool, a bottle of beer already half-empty in front of him. Marcus leaned back comfortably, one arm draped over the back of his chair, while Julian sat opposite them, elbows on the table, eyes sharp and curious.They weren’t with women tonight. No laughter pitched too high, no perfume lingering in the air. Just three men, drinks sweating on the table, and a story begging to be told.Marcus was the one who brought it up.“So,” he said casually, lifting his glass, “let’s talk about this morning.”Charles groaned immediately. “Ah, come on, man. Don’t start.”Julian’s head snapped up. “This morning?” He glanced between them. “What happened this morning?”Marcus smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “You re
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Chapter: 042SHANTEL’S small living room had become a storm center. Her phone lay on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with Charles’s social media posts, yet she hadn’t even touched it in the last five minutes. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the couch, her back hunched, her fingers running through her hair as she hissed for the umpteenth time. The sound was sharp, almost cat-like, as though it could slice through the thick tension that filled the room. She threw her arms over her face, then ripped them down again, her eyes glued to the phone.“Ughhh!” she hissed, slamming the phone back on the couch. She leaned forward, muttering under her breath. “Why isn’t he answering? Why? Why?”Her younger sister, Tiana, who had been perched on the arm of the couch with her legs tucked underneath her, finally looked up. She raised one brow, giving Shantel a sidelong glance. “Don’t tell me Charles is really making you act this way, sis?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm despite the amused smi
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Chapter: 041SHE opened the door, and the image that greeted her made her breath hitch.The woman standing on the porch was young. Much younger than her. Her dress clung tightly to her body, short enough to expose smooth, confident legs, the neckline plunging low as though daring anyone to look away. Her heels were impossibly high, her posture practiced. Heavy makeup sat boldly on her face— thick artificial lashes, glossy lips, sharply contoured cheeks, all giving her a polished, nightlife glow even in the quiet afternoon light.For a split second, Amelia simply stared.“Yes?” she finally managed, her voice steady despite the sudden chill creeping up her spine. “What can I do for you?”The girl looked her up and down, amusement dancing in her eyes. Then she laughed, a light, careless and mocking laugh. Amelia's eyes widened in response to that.“Excuse you?” the girl said. “This is my man’s house. I want to get in.”The words hit Amelia like a slap.“Your… your what?” she asked slowly, her brows
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Chapter: 040“YEAH, you wouldn’t believe it, I’m at his house right now,” Amelia giggled into the phone as she stepped further into the living room, carefully dropping a book she was holding on the arm of the couch.On the other end, Clara gasped dramatically.“Wait. His house? As in— Charles’ house?”“Yes!” Amelia lowered her voice playfully, as though Charles could somehow hear her through walls. “We just arrived not long ago. I told you I was going to come and cook for him today. I missed doing this.”Clara burst into laughter.“Look at you! Amelia Harlow, CEO, workaholic extraordinaire, abandoning her desk to perform domestic duties.”Amelia laughed too, shaking her head as she wandered slowly around the space, taking everything in— the muted colors, the clean but lived-in feel, the unfamiliar scent that still somehow smelled like Charles.“Oh please, don’t even start. It has been long overdue. When last did I visit my husband-to-be’s house and perform proper wifely duties, huh?”“Wifely dutie
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Chapter: 039MARCUS stepped out of his office with a tablet tucked under his arm, already mid-thought about an email he needed to respond to, when his eyes landed on the familiar figure seated in the reception.Charles.Leg crossed over knee, phone in hand, bouncing his foot like a man whose nerves were working overtime.Marcus paused.“Well, damn,” he muttered, then louder, “look what the wind dragged in.”Charles sprang to his feet the second he heard Marcus’s voice, almost knocking over the sleek leather chair behind him.“Hey, man!” Charles said quickly, forcing a smile. “Good morning. I have been waiting for you, weren't you informed?”Marcus arched a brow, looking him up and down.“At my office this early? That alone tells me trouble has arrived. No one told me anything,” he looked around.Charles laughed nervously.“Come on, don’t be like that.”Marcus stepped fully into the reception, handing his tablet to his assistant with a murmured instruction before turning his full attention to Charl
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You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise
ELENA Brooks has spent her life holding her fragile family together, working tirelessly as a junior clerk at Lunaris Tech Innovations while her abusive, cheating husband, Marcus, drifts further into alcohol and recklessness. For seven years, she endured, hoping her sacrifices would keep her son safe and her family intact.
But one careless night shatters the illusion of peace. When she catches Marcus with someone she once trusted, Elena realizes the life she has been clinging to is built on lies. Determined to reclaim her strength and her dignity, she walks away, filing for divorce and taking custody of her son.
Enter Eamon, the enigmatic and dangerously alluring CEO of Lunaris Tech. A man shrouded in mystery, whose presence is as commanding as it is intoxicating. The day Elena accidentally witnesses a moment she can’t explain, she realizes there is far more to him than the world sees.
As Elena rebuilds herself, she discovers a strength she never knew existed. With Eamon by her side, she begins to rise— not just from betrayal, but toward a life of power, courage, and something far more unexpected: love.
But revenge is a fire that cannot be contained. And when past betrayals collide with dangerous secrets, Elena will find herself walking a path she never imagined— where her heart, her son, and her very life are all on the line.
Will rising from the ashes be enough, or will the shadows of the past consume her before she can truly claim her freedom?
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Chapter: sheilla's noteDear Amazing Readers, 🌟 Thank you so much for your constant love and support for my stories. I just wanted to let you know the sole reason I haven't updated for over two weeks now. I am currently having an important test this week at school, so it has obviously delayed updates for these weeks passed. (Sad 😢)Please bear with me, my loves, I promise to return with even more exciting chapters once the test is over. Your patience means just the world to me!Much love,sheilla
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Chapter: 51: When the Past Refuses to Sign Away Its PowerWhen the Past Refuses to Sign Away Its PowerELENA lifted the phone to her ear, her fingers tightening slightly around it as the call connected.“Hello?” she said, keeping her voice steady.“Mrs. Brooks— sorry, Ms. Elena,” her lawyer corrected himself quickly. “I just left Marcus’s residence.”Her heart skipped. She straightened in the chair instinctively, every muscle in her body going taut. Eamon, who had been leaning casually against the edge of the desk, noticed the shift immediately. His posture changed, attention sharpening, though he said nothing.“And?” Elena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause on the other end. A heavy one.“He refused to sign the papers.”Elena’s lips parted. “Refused?” she repeated, disbelief flooding her tone. “On what grounds?”“He claims the divorce is ‘unnecessary’ and insists that the marriage is still salvageable,” the lawyer said, his voice professional but edged with frustration. “He also questioned the timing, implied coercio
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Chapter: 50: Papers, Promises and the Point of No ReturnPapers, Promises, and the Point of No ReturnAVA hadn’t expected it, none of it. Not the way Eamon stepped closer to Elena, not the way his body angled instinctively toward her, protective and familiar, and certainly not the way his left arm slid around Elena’s waist as though it belonged there. As though it had always belonged there.Her heart twirled violently in her chest.She felt it, felt the sudden loss of balance, the sharp, dizzying realization crashing into her all at once. The clerk. The *old cargo*. Elena. Standing there, tucked neatly into Eamon’s side, calm, confident, adored.Eamon leaned closer to Elena, lowering his voice just enough to make it private but not enough to hide the intimacy of it. His thumb brushed lightly against her waist as he spoke, his posture relaxed, unguarded. Lovers’ body language— easy, unconscious, practiced.Ava’s lips wobbled.Her mouth opened, then closed. Opened again. No words came. It was as though the floor beneath her feet had cracked o
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Chapter: 49: When Masks Fall in the HallwayWhen Masks Fall in the HallwayELENA stepped out of the elevator and into the quiet hallway that led straight to Eamon’s office. The silence felt heavier than usual, broken only by the soft click of her heels against the polished floor. This time, she wasn’t holding any documents or files, wasn’t mentally rehearsing figures or reports or how to present herself. She wasn’t even there for anything work-related. Her thoughts were elsewhere, tangled and restless, her heart beating a little faster with each step she took.She slowed as she neared the office door, the familiar oak wooden frame suddenly intimidating. Elena raised her hand, fingers hovering just inches from the doorknob. She hesitated, drawing in a small breath— then froze.The knob turned from the inside.Before she could react, the door clicked open.The last person she had expected stepped out.Ava.Elena blinked, momentarily stunned, her lips parting slightly as the realization sank in. Ava stood there with the confidence
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Chapter: 48: When the Past Finally BreaksWhen the Past Finally BreaksELENA looked at him as though he had spoken in another language.“Divorce?” she asked, her eyes widening.“Yes, babe,” Eamon replied calmly, but firmly. “A divorce… and a legal claim on Evan. That would put a final hold on all of this.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Something official. Something binding. Like a restraint.”She stared at him, silent.The word echoed in her head, divorce. She had carried it like a forbidden thought for years, burying it under fear, hope, guilt, and exhaustion. She had never allowed herself to examine it closely. But now, sitting beside Eamon, with the night’s chaos still fresh, it suddenly made sense in a way it never had before.She inhaled slowly.“You know…” she began, then paused. “You are right.”Eamon turned to her fully.“Of course I am,” he said gently. “Dropping his last name— that thing that still ties you both together— is what you need to finally stop him from showing up whenever h
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Chapter: 47: Held Together by SilenceHeld Together by SilenceTHE air shifted the moment Eamon came out the door and stepped fully onto the porch.It was subtle, but unmistakable, like a storm changing direction.Marcus froze for half a second, then his jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms as anger surged hot and ugly through him. ‘Why must he appear everywhere? Every time?’ The thought burned.“Oh,” Marcus scoffed bitterly, breaking the tense silence. “So this is your new man now, huh?”Elena stiffened beside the door, but Eamon didn’t move an inch. He stood tall, shoulders squared, his presence calm yet unyielding.“Watch your tone,” Eamon said coolly. “You are trespassing.”Marcus laughed, sharp and humorless. “Trespassing? On what— your charity project?” His eyes slid to Elena with venom. “Is this what you do now, Elena? Replace me so fast you don’t even pretend to grieve?”Elena’s voice shook, but she spoke. “You don’t get to stand here and talk like that. You came
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