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Chapter 108 : Miss Laurent, is your name on the property deed?
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Hugo hadn’t expected to find Serena inside. From outside the heavy oak door, he called out, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and suspicion.“What’s going on at Manhattan Villa? Did someone rob you?”When he finally stepped through the iron gate, the sight that greeted him made his jaw slacken. The once-pristine driveway was marred with deep tire tracks, the gate was bent out of shape, and debris littered the path like scars left by a violent quarrel. His chest tightened. Who could possibly harbor such venom to trash Alexander’s estate like this?The servants, having earlier witnessed Alexander and Serena in a heated tangle, had all wisely vanished. The mansion felt oddly hollow, stripped of its usual hush of order. Inside, Alexander had no choice but to answer the door himself.The moment it opened, Layla stood there.She had clearly spent hours perfecting her look, painting herself into an uncanny echo of Serena. Under the glow of morning light, the similarities were unsettling—y
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Layla strutted back into Broadway Bar with a smug smile tugging at her lips, basking in the thrill of what she thought was a daring move. The neon lights flickered over her flushed face, giving her a false sense of glamour and control.But her self-satisfaction quickly soured when one of her friends leaned in, lowering her voice with a pointed look.“Hey, Layla… when you dropped that stuff off, you didn’t leave anything behind, right? No fingerprints?”The question froze her mid-step. “What do you mean?” she stammered.Her friends exchanged incredulous glances before bursting into laughter.“Oh my God, Layla. We all know you’re not exactly a genius, but this? This is suicidal. That stuff isn’t harmless—it can kill. If you left fingerprints, you basically just volunteered to be locked up. Do you think you’re untouchable? Rich people might get away with playing with lives, but us? We’d rot in jail. Didn’t that even cross your mind?”Their words hit her like a bucket of ice water. The co
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By the time the clock struck noon, sunlight streamed lazily across the office windows, casting long golden lines across Serena’s desk. She finally set her pen down, her wrist sore after hours of signing documents and reviewing reports.The mountain of paperwork for the month was nearly conquered. Training programs for the company’s new actors were underway—renowned teachers had been brought in to coach them in posture, diction, and the finer points of performance. Progress was steady.On top of that, Ray Rossi’s film project had officially entered production, and Wes had already flown out for a Hollywood gig. With everything moving in the right direction, Serena felt she could breathe for the first time in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, she could afford a few days of rest.She stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders cracking, then collapsed into the leather sofa tucked against the wall of her office. The cushions welcomed her with a sigh, and she closed her eyes, tempted by the id
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At six in the morning, the first pale streaks of dawn washed over New York’s skyline as Alexander’s black sedan rolled back into the city. He looked worn from the overnight drive, his sharp profile catching the cold light as one of his men leaned forward from the passenger seat.“Mr. Vanderbilt,” the man began cautiously, “we’ve confirmed it. The people who tried to take Ms. Morales out that night—they were sent by the Whitehall family.”Alexander’s dark eyes narrowed, a glint of steel cutting through his fatigue. “The Whitehall family? Beatrice?” His tone dripped with skepticism. “She’s not even important enough in that house to pull something like this.”The man shook his head. “Not Beatrice. Her brother—Edmund. Tristan Whitehall’s golden boy. The old man favors him above anyone else. And with the Whitehalls’ current heir on his deathbed, Edmund’s gearing up to take the position.”Alexander leaned back against the leather seat, jaw tightening. The Whitehalls weren’t just rivals; they
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The night was heavy with silence as Serena pressed her foot on the gas. The car hummed steadily, headlights cutting through the endless stretch of dark road. From the passenger seat came the faint sound of Miriam sniffling, the kind of quiet sobs that trembled in her chest.Serena didn’t press her for words. She simply kept her focus on the road, hands steady on the wheel, giving Miriam the space to crumble without judgment.She had memorized Miriam’s address earlier, and after nearly an hour of driving, the car finally rolled into a narrow street lined with modest homes. The warm glow of light spilling through the curtains of Miriam’s house made Serena slow her breath. Her parents were still awake, waiting.Without a word, Serena reached for the box of tissues in the console and pulled one free, extending it across the console. “Wipe your face. Your parents are probably still up.”Miriam accepted it with trembling hands, dabbing at her swollen eyes. Her voice was hoarse, almost broke
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The following days blurred into a haze of overwork. Serena pushed herself past exhaustion, staying late in the office two nights in a row, her desk littered with files and half-finished coffee cups.No matter how many times she tried, she couldn’t reach Alexander. Each call rang into silence, and she had no idea he’d flown to Italy.She tried Jonathan too—again and again—hoping to catch some news about Rex. But his answers were always the same: Rex wasn’t at Manhattan Villa. No matter how she pressed, Jonathan gave nothing away.Left with no answers, Serena buried herself in work. But when night fell and the office lights went dark, the silence pressed harder. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replayed one moment over and over—the night she had been rescued.That voice.Even though it had sounded slightly different, distorted somehow, it tugged at something deep in her memory. Too familiar to dismiss. The first time, she’d convinced herself it was her imagination, a produ
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