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Three months later.The city's annual charity gala was the biggest social event of the year, attended by the most powerful families in business, finance, and politics.This year, it was being held at the Hawthorne Grand, one of Hawthorne Global's flagship hotels.I changed into a custom red evening gown.The heirloom emerald bangle still gleamed around my wrist.My makeup artist finished the last touches and stepped back.The woman in the mirror was radiant and composed.There was no trace of the broken woman who had collapsed in the mud six years ago.Damian stood in front of the full-length mirror in a perfectly tailored black suit, adjusting his cuff links.He caught sight of me in the reflection.His hands paused.Then he turned around.The undisguised admiration in his dark eyes made my ears grow warm."Beautiful."One word.But the possessiveness in his voice was impossible to miss.I smiled and bent down to pick Theo up from the couch."Mommy and Daddy are going
Three days after the Hawthorne family crisis was resolved, the moment I had truly been waiting for finally arrived.Superior Court.Criminal Division.I sat at the victim's counsel table in a custom black suit dress, my hair pulled back simply.The heirloom emerald bangle remained on my wrist.Across the courtroom, Adrian sat at the defense table in a prison uniform, shackles around his wrists and ankles.He had lost so much weight he was barely recognizable.In just two weeks, the once-arrogant rising star of high society had become a prisoner awaiting judgment.Serena was too badly injured to appear in person.She attended the hearing by video from a secure hospital unit.On the screen, nearly her entire face was wrapped in bandages.Only her eyes were visible.Those eyes had once been bright and captivating.Now they were filled with fear and hatred.My legal team began presenting the evidence one piece at a time."Your Honor, these are the recanted witness statements
The warehouse doors burst open.Blinding floodlights from armored vehicles flooded the building, forcing Vincent's men to shield their eyes.Dozens of heavily armed tactical officers poured inside, moving with swift, practiced precision.Vincent's guards didn't even have time to raise their weapons before they were forced to the ground and disarmed."Vincent Hawthorne! Drop your weapon! You're surrounded!"Ethan's cold voice boomed through a loudspeaker.The smug smile finally vanished from Vincent's face.He stumbled back two steps, then suddenly grabbed Theo and pressed the knife against his throat."Nobody move!"His voice turned shrill, desperation flashing in his eyes."Take one more step and I'll kill the kid!"He held Theo roughly against his side.The blade pressed into the soft skin of his neck, leaving a thin line of blood.Theo went completely rigid with fear.His lips turned white.His pants were soaked.But he clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound.On
The tracking signal showed Theo inside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.His vital signs were stable.His heart rate was elevated.He was scared.I stared at the tiny blinking dot on the screen, digging my nails so deeply into my palms that they drew blood.At five in the morning, Vincent called.Damian answered with a cold expression and put him on speaker."Damian."Vincent sounded smug."Your little boy is with me. He's been very good. Hardly cried at all.""Name your terms."Damian's voice held no warmth whatsoever."Simple. Have your lovely wife come alone to the Four Corners Warehouse outside the city and trade herself for the boy.""No security.""No backup.""She comes, and you get your son back.""Otherwise—"A small, tearful voice suddenly came through the phone."Daddy... Mommy... I'm scared..."My heart felt as if someone had crushed it in their fist.Damian's knuckles cracked as his hand tightened around the phone."Noon tomorrow," V
On the drive home, I rested my head against Damian's shoulder and kept my eyes closed.He didn't speak either.He simply stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, tracing the faint scar left by the scalding tea six years ago.The car finally pulled up outside the Hawthorne estate.Damian got out first.He waited until I stepped out before drawing me into his arms."You've had a long night.""I'm fine."I looked up at him."Damian, thank you."He lowered his head and gently bit the corner of my lip.There was laughter in his voice."Thanking your own husband?"He pulled me closer."I think that deserves a punishment."A smile finally tugged at my lips.For the first time all night, the tension inside me began to ease.But the peace didn't last.At three in the morning, Damian's encrypted phone suddenly rang.He answered it.His expression changed instantly.I was wide awake in seconds and sat up in bed."What happened?"Damian ended the call.His dark eyes had
Damian tightened his arms around me, wrapping me completely in his embrace.The crisp scent of pine on him was familiar and reassuring.Exactly the same as it had been on that stormy night six years ago.The entire ballroom fell silent.Hundreds of the city's most powerful figures exchanged stunned looks.No one had ever imagined that the mysterious Mrs. Hawthorne, whose identity had been kept out of the public eye for years, was Evelyn Carter.The same Carter heiress who had been thrown out with nothing six years ago.Serena lay in a pool of blood.Her face was so badly injured that she was almost unrecognizable.Shards from the wine bottle had cut into her skin, and blood mixed with tears across her face.Both of her legs had been broken by Adrian, bent at unnatural angles."Help me... please..."Her hoarse cries came out in broken gasps.But her thoughts still reached me with perfect clarity.[It hurts... It hurts so much...][Evelyn Carter, you bitch. I'll never forg







