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The contract extension with Sinclair Enterprise was already prepared at the Foster office and was awaiting signatures. They expected Gazelle to arrive any moment, though she was already two minutes late. “Are you sure Ms. Ferrero is coming?” Mr. Foster asked, glancing at his daughter, Elara, who sat comfortably in a swivel chair. She’d been invited as one of the key people in the meeting. Elara smiled with quiet confidence. Gazelle had finally agreed to meet them once again, after they’d given in to Gazelle’s demand for a lower contract price. With the company in crisis, the Fosters couldn’t afford to lose this deal. “She’s on her way. Ms. Ferrero just messaged me. It is probably because of Isla. I am sure she is scheming to keep us from closing this deal,” Elara said with a smug smile. Before Mr. Foster could respond, his assistant announced through the intercom that Ms. Ferrero had arrived. When the conference room doors opened, Gazelle entered with an entourage that nearly matc
All eyes turned to Gianna. While they were busy, Maximus escorted us to Lucas’s vehicle. “Keep me posted about her,” Lucas said, his voice laced with concern. Maximus gave a short nod. He wasn’t much of a talker, and I could tell he kept his guard up around me, though he chose civility, especially in the home he shared with Gazelle. My stomach twisted with worry, and I felt utterly helpless. But today, Lucas proved he would trust me, even if others didn’t. He opened the passenger door, steadying me with a hand on my elbow before circling to the driver’s side. “Don’t dwell too much on what happened earlier,” he said gently. “I meant what I said. Ivan gets sharp-tongued when he’s protective; it’s how he protects the people he cares about, but I can show him you’re worth trusting.” “That’s what worries me, Lucas. You’ve already put yourself on the line for me with your family, and now your friends. I’m not even sure I deserve the attention you’re giving me.” I turned to meet his e
“Isla, I don’t have a wife or children. Where did you get that idea?” Lucas asked, and I froze. But then he sighed, correcting himself. “Actually… that’s not entirely true. I was married once.” My lips parted in shock as tears continued streaming down my cheeks. “I married a woman my mother insisted on, for reasons I never fully understood.” “Assistant Emma from the Ferrero Group?” I asked in a low voice. Lucas nodded, his jaw tightening at the name. “Where is she now?” I asked again, unable to contain my curiosity. “She passed away six years ago… after kidnapping my friend Gazelle.” There was a pause. He looked ahead, like he was searching for the right words. “Emma is the reason I haven’t slept properly in years. I want you to understand, our marriage was never real. We were husband and wife only on paper, nothing more. But because of what she did, I lost the trust of people who mattered to me.” Gazelle is Maximus Ferrero’s wife, and Maximus is one of Lucas’s closest frien
I don’t know what to say. This revelation isn’t something I can process casually or decide about in a moment. While some of my questions have been answered, many more have emerged. If my mother truly belongs to the Doyle family, then her wealth stems from their dark dealings. At least now I understand the source of her mysterious funds. I turned to Auditrose and looked her straight in the eye. “Why did the lawyer send me a plane ticket to the South?” It was a valid concern. The whole situation felt wrong. “They sent you a plane ticket?” She looked genuinely shocked. I nodded. “Think about it, Rosie. You left the South for a reason. And now your family wants me to go there? For what?” My voice grew sharper. “You were the one who told me women in your family never end up well. So what now? Am I being monitored simply because I carry Doyle blood? If I take their help, that’s basically me signing up for whatever they’ve planned.” Everything has a price. I couldn’t imagine walking
The lawyer sent me a plane ticket so I could travel to the South. I’m still unsure what’s going on, but he said he would explain everything to me in person. According to him, they could easily pressure Mr. Foster to hand over my mother’s share in the company without waiting for more months. I’d arrived in Bryston that morning after a restless night of overthinking, and even though it was only midday, exhaustion weighed on me. I’d managed a few hours of uneasy rest, but recent events kept my mind churning. Four hours after my last call with Lucas, he tried reaching out again. Honestly, I didn’t plan on answering. Then came the text: ‘I’m here outside the gate of your friend’s place.’ My heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, despite the hurt, despite trying to build walls around myself, that familiar flutter of excitement still found me. When I went downstairs to check, Lucas stood before the main building entrance. He was arguing with Auditrose. “I need to talk to Isla,” he s
Lucas Isla is angry. That much I’m sure of. I drove straight to Hillcrest Estate, still trying to make sense of everything. Ivan and Amara were already there when I arrived. “Let me understand this correctly,” Amara began. “You brought Isla to the lake house, presumably for a romantic getaway, only to abandon her there so you could attend the birthday celebration of a woman who’s clearly infatuated with you?” “Even I would be furious if I were in her position,” Gazelle added. “It’s not what you think,” I tried to explain. “Then what is it?” “Surely you’re not going to tell us you haven’t noticed that this woman, the one you’ve been financially supporting for years, has romantic feelings for you?” Gazelle added, raising a brow. Amara breathed, adding, “Honestly, just listening to this, I’m already annoyed with you.” The two women exchanged looks, silently agreeing with each other. Their gazes made it clear they were questioning my judgment. Clearly enjoying my discomfort, Iva