INICIAR SESIÓNBlueberry tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she parried Chloe Bishop’s jab. "You make him sound so difficult, Chloe. Tell me, is Xavier just as unreachable at home as he is in the office?"Chloe nodded, her expression smooth and unbothered. "He can be quite a handful. But as one of Xavier’s old friends, I’m sure you’re already well aware of his temperament, aren't you?"Old friends. With two simple words, Chloe had neatly stripped away the romantic subtext Blueberry was trying to build, relegating her to a mere historical footnote in Xavier’s life.Blueberry’s smile didn't falter, but she remained silent for a beat. Chloe didn't let the silence hang. "However," she continued, "when two people spend enough time together, they eventually find the best way to... navigate one another. Don’t you agree?""Relationships are unpredictable," Blueberry replied with a sharp, airy laugh. "Some people grow closer with time; others grow to loathe the very sight of each other. With the divorce
Was Xavier Grayson doing this on purpose? Was this his way of punishing her for fleeing the estate—by planting his "old flames" and her most bitter rivals into the one sanctuary she had left?As Chloe Bishop walked out of Coach Li’s office, her face a mask of cold resolve, Lulu caught up to her, her eyes darting toward the far end of the paddock. "Chloe, maybe we should just quit Swift-Swallow," Lulu whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small. "Seeing those women here... it’s going to be toxic. It’s going to ruin your focus."Chloe stopped and turned to her friend, shaking her head. "We were here first, Lulu. Why should we run? If anyone is leaving, it’s them. We have a goal—the National Grand Prix. We don't let outsiders dictate our pace."Lulu looked toward Zoe J., who was currently adjusting her gloves with a practiced, ethereal grace. To the world, Zoe J. was the "White Rose" of Haicheng—the one woman the untouchable Hunter Reed had never been able to truly claim.Lulu felt a
Arthur Vance paced his office like a caged predator, his thumb hovering over his phone as he waited for the confirmation of the bank freeze. But the alerts that began to chime in a rapid-fire sequence weren't notifications of frozen accounts.Ping. Ping. Ping.They were withdrawal alerts. Massive, high-limit transfers were bleeding his private liquid assets dry in real-time. Sarah Vance hadn't just anticipated his move; she had anticipated his arrogance. She knew exactly which offshore and private accounts she still held the authorization keys for, and she was emptying them with surgical precision."Faster!" Arthur roared at Secretary Lee, his face purple with rage. "Call the central branch! Freeze everything under my name!"Lee fumbled with the desk phone. "Sir, I can only flag the corporate accounts! Your high-net-worth private accounts require your personal voice authorization... and you gave the physical security tokens to Madam years ago!"Arthur froze. It was true. In the early,
The air in the cold, cavernous living room felt thin as Maddy looked up at her mother with eyes that held too much clarity for a three-year-old. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Are you going to divorce Daddy?"Sarah Vance froze. She didn't have an answer. In the elite world of Haicheng, divorce wasn't just a signature; it was a war of attrition. She would sign the papers in a heartbeat if Arthur Vance surrendered custody of Maddy, but she knew the Vance family ego. They viewed heirs as property. Arthur would never let her walk away with his "bloodline" without a fight that would leave them both in ruins."Daddy isn't coming home... is it because there’s a pretty lady outside?" Maddy asked suddenly.Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. A cold, prickling sensation crawled up her spine. "Maddy... who told you that? Where did you hear such a thing?""A pretty lady told me," Maddy said, clutching Sarah’s hand. "She said she was going to be Maddy’s new mommy. She bought me lots of ca
Little Maddy was paralyzed with terror. Tears streamed down her flushed face as she wailed, her small voice cracking under the strain. "Daddy, it’s not Mommy’s fault! I guessed it! Mommy didn't say anything to me, I promise..."It was the heartbreaking truth. Even in the depths of her fever and betrayal, Sarah Vance had not uttered a single disparaging word about Arthur Vance to their daughter. She had guarded Arthur’s image like a sacred relic, even as he systematically dismantled her life.But Arthur was beyond the reach of truth. His guilt had curdled into a defensive malice that required a villain, and he had chosen Sarah.He stooped down and scooped Maddy up into his arms, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fury. "You aren't fit to be her mother," he snarled at Sarah. "You don't know how to raise a daughter. Fine. I’ll find someone who does."Someone who does? The implication hit Sarah like a physical blow. The air left her lungs as the horror of his intent dawned on her. He
Standing in the cold light of the breakfast nook, Sarah Vance felt the last pillars of her world turn to dust. She remembered the promises—the whispered vows in the rain, the way Arthur Vance had once looked at her as if she were the sun itself.For seven years, she had poured her youth, her ambition, and her heart into their home. She had been his strategist, his confidante, and the mother of his child. Yet now, the man standing before her spoke as if her life had been a series of charitable donations. He had forgotten the nights he spent pacing outside her door, begging for a chance. He had forgotten how he had knelt, weeping with joy, when she finally said "I do."Now, he looked at her with the clinical detachment of a liquidator. Every luxury he had once draped over her with "love" was now being used as a ledger of her debt to him. At this moment, Sarah realized with a haunting clarity that she had fed her soul to a wolf."So," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking under the weight







