It had been nearly a week since the Morales family takeover collapsed in spectacular fashion, and Victoria hadn’t dared step foot outside. The humiliation was unbearable.
She had strutted into Pinturas Grande’s headquarters like a victor, posted a proud photo online, and declared the Laurent family's acquisition in front of half the city’s elite. But within days, Ava had returned—quietly but powerfully—reclaiming her position as president with a shocking majority stake in the company.
It was a slap in the face.
Victoria had deleted her social media post almost immediately, but the damage was done. The shame clung to her like smoke after a fire—impossible to wash off.
She was still wallowing in self-pity when her phone buzzed with a call from Diana Richardson (née Vanderbilt).
Back when she was still dating Alexander, Victoria had carefully cultivated relationships with members of the Vanderbilt family. Dia
Dear Gentle Readers, There are a few paragraphs missing from previous chapter when this author copied from his word file to here : The suite was elegantly appointed but clearly meant for two. A single, spacious bedroom opened into a sunlit living room with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking view of the open sea. Pale linen curtains danced lightly in the breeze, drawn in from a narrow balcony where a bottle of champagne waited in a silver bucket of ice. Every inch of the room spoke of intimacy—plush throw pillows arranged on the wide sectional couch, two robes hanging side by side in the marble-clad bathroom, a bed far too large for one.It was the kind of suite usually reserved for lovers, or at the very least, couples whose closeness wouldn’t raise eyebrows within their social circle.She didn’t need a manual to understand the message behind the room’s design—or the intent behind the booking.Cornelius had arranged it this way. When he handed Serena the cruise tick
Startled, Ava bolted upright from the sofa, her breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, she pushed Alexander down and flung the voluminous folds of her skirt over him, shielding him from view.For a moment, the world was utterly still.Underneath her flowing, floor-length dress, Alexander remained hidden, stunned by her sudden move and yet surprisingly compliant.The door creaked open.Two A-list actresses waltzed into the room, laughing softly, their high heels clicking across the polished floor. They exuded glamour and ease, still buzzing from the extravagant chaos of the evening's party."Did you hear?" one whispered. "Victoria’s entire love life is a sham. Always has been.""My friend told me Mr. Vanderbilt walked out mid-event," the other replied, settling in at the long makeup table. "Took his little designer with him. No one’s seen them since.""Wait... isn’t Mr. Vanderbilt married already?""It’s just a family alliance. No love there, obviously."They chuckled while cas
Ava had just reached the third floor when a sleazy man veered into her path. His hand, reeking of alcohol and arrogance, reached toward her chest. She stepped back, trying to dodge, but he moved again, persistent and entitled.Disgusted, Ava finally broke free of him, slipping through a nearby crowd and sinking onto a velvet sofa in the corner. She tried to catch her breath, brushing her hands down the fabric of her dress, only to find her reprieve cut short.From the far end of the hall, a familiar group of women strolled toward her—Victoria Laurent at the center, flanked by a circle of glossy-haired socialites and minor celebrities. Ava’s heart sank. Of all the people she might have run into tonight, Victoria was the last she wanted to see.Victoria pretended not to notice her at first, though her gaze briefly flicked over. But Ava’s dress made her impossible to ignore. It was a couture piece—fluid silk with rare embroidery that shimmered under the light. Every movement whispered ex
Serena sat in silence, her spine rigid, her breath shallow. Every word she had just heard made her skin crawl. Her stomach twisted with nausea. These people aren’t just cruel… they’re monsters.The youngest boy, barely more than a child, was still crying in the corner, curled into himself like a wounded animal.“It’s the truth,” he whimpered, his voice fragile and tremulous. “Don’t hit me… it hurts…”The bodyguard knelt beside him gently. “After what happened… did you cremate the body?”The boy hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. My brother used a pillow. My father held her down by the throat. We all helped. She wore a high-necked shirt… so no bruises would show. That’s why we cremated her quickly. Now… our grandparents keep telling my dad to marry the other woman. Then our family will get two houses. One for me, one for my brother.”His voice was hollow, as though recounting a bedtime story, void of any understanding of the horror behind it.Serena couldn’t breathe.Had she not heard it he
Madam Vanderbilt stood in the grand foyer of Le Châteauesque Manor, watching the once peaceful estate unravel in the wake of Serena's presence. Her sigh was long and weary, laden with bitterness."What a mess this has become," she muttered, shaking her head. "That girl is nothing but a storm in silk gloves. If she stays, the Vanderbilt name will be dragged into the mud."Two members of the household staff, who had been arguing in the hall for nearly an hour over Serena's presence, finally left the manor—one slamming the door behind them. The air was thick with tension.Meanwhile, word of Alexander’s accident had reached Cornelius.The old man rushed to the hospital without hesitation. The harsh glow of the surgical light outside the operating room cast a sterile pallor across his deeply lined face. He stood silently, watching the doors as if sheer willpower could compel them to open.Colton, standing nearby, glanced at the older man with concern. “Cornelius,” he said gently, “Alexande
Two days later, Ava and Alexander were on the road, en route to a neighboring city to attend a high-profile auction. Though the high-speed train would have been faster and far more convenient, Alexander had insisted on driving. “More control,” he had said, as if the winding roads offered something the rails couldn’t.Ava sat quietly in the passenger seat, reviewing the catalog of auction pieces. Her concentration, however, didn’t escape Alexander’s watchful gaze. “I noticed something last time,” he said, casually, his fingers tapping the steering wheel. “Your kitchen… there were no signs of recent use. Doesn’t your husband cook?”Ava hesitated. Her silence was enough of an answer.Alexander’s eyes stayed on the road, but his tone shifted, edged with curiosity. “You knew, didn’t you? About him sleeping with other women.”“Mr. Vanderbilt,” she replied softly, her voice even, “every family has its problems.”Before he could respond, the car jerked violently.Ava instinctively grabbed the