Serena’s body burned with an unusual heat, a relentless warmth that crawled over her skin and seeped into her bones. She wondered if it was the aftermath of being thrown into the pool earlier, her damp clothes now causing a feverish chill. But this was different—intense and unyielding. Her throat was parched, and she desperately needed water.After searching the room to no avail, she grabbed her key card and stepped into the hallway. Each step felt heavier, her vision blurring as a strange sensation clouded her senses.Her thoughts jumbled, Serena stumbled forward, catching the faint touch of a cool breeze. It seemed to come from an open balcony nearby, promising relief from the sweltering heat. Drawn to it, she pushed the door open, stepping into the small, secluded space.A sharp, refreshing scent met her nose, momentarily cutting through the haze clouding her mind. Her eyes landed on a man seated in the shadows, his posture composed, yet commanding. He was effortlessly handsome—his
After a long day at work, Serena headed straight home. As she approached the door, an unfamiliar tension gripped her. The door, which should have been securely shut, was ajar. She froze in the doorway, her heart racing, but quickly regained her composure. Cautiously, she pushed the door open.Her apartment was in disarray, as though a burglar had ransacked it. The bedroom door was slightly cracked, but Serena hesitated to enter. Her first instinct was to call the police. She did so immediately, her hands trembling as she relayed the situation.When the officers arrived, they carefully examined the apartment. Serena followed them, and though she was relieved to find that nothing appeared to be missing, a gnawing unease settled in. It was clear the apartment was no longer safe. What if the next intruder decided to strike while she was inside? The thought of it chilled her. The reality of living alone, vulnerable in her own space, was too overwhelming to ignore.She quickly packed a few
Serena had no idea that her name had been tossed around and twisted by Patty. In the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, she stood in the yard with a frisbee in hand. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it soaring across the lawn. Rex, her energetic German Shepherd, sprinted after it, caught it mid-air with ease, and returned, dropping it proudly at her feet.Serena smiled, kneeling to pat his head. "Good boy, Rex," she murmured. Tossing the frisbee again, her peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted.A sharp bark from Rex turned into a bounding leap. "Rex, no! Come back!" Serena shouted, alarmed. But Rex had already launched himself, paws first, onto an unexpected guest.“Ah!” A high-pitched cry of surprise rang out.Serena turned to see Cordelia Vanderbilt standing stiffly, her crisp white pants now adorned with muddy paw prints. Her perfectly sculpted brow furrowed in annoyance.Cordelia rarely visited unannounced, and Serena certainly hadn’t expected her today.“What kind of dog
Rachel wasted no time and sent Serena a list of property listings the next morning. She even arranged for a professional real estate agent to accompany her. Serena set the appointment for 11 a.m. After spending some time playing fetch with Rex in the yard, she prepared to head out.The real estate agent greeted her warmly. "Miss Morales, this area is quiet, with a mix of townhouses and villas. It has a low population density, great amenities, and a serene environment—perfect for young professionals like yourself."As they toured the property, Serena noticed another agent leading a couple nearby. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Alfonso and Araminta.They hadn’t noticed her yet, but Araminta’s voice carried across the quiet courtyard."Josh wants to live in a villa,” Araminta said, her tone laced with pride. “There’s one here for fourteen million. He’s interested, so I brought Alfonso to take a look."Alfonso, ever the doting husband, smiled indulgently. "If he likes i
Rex’s white, fluffy figure darted around the parking lot, barking loudly. A couple and their young child, passing by on their way to a nearby office building, were startled. The little girl jumped in fright and burst into tears.“What’s wrong with you people?” the woman snapped, pulling her child protectively behind her. Her glare was aimed squarely at Alexander, who was standing closest to Rex. “Walking a dog without a leash? What if it bit my child? Do you even know how deadly rabies is? Be a little responsible!”Her husband, noticing the million-dollar luxury car parked nearby and Alexander’s composed demeanor, quickly pulled at her arm. “Don’t say another word.”The woman turned to him, still fuming. “What does his money have to do with anything? Just because someone’s rich doesn’t mean they’re above basic decency. Walking a dog without a leash is like letting the dog walk you!”Alexander frowned slightly, his patience thinning. “It’s not my dog,” he replied curtly.But as if to be
Serena had no choice but to call Aunt Torres and inform her that Rex had been found. The older woman, who had been worrying all day, let out a long sigh of relief.“Thank goodness,” Aunt Torres murmured. “Miss Morales, next time I’ll keep a closer eye on him. I can’t believe he ran off like that.”Serena smiled gently as she placed Rex in the passenger seat and headed back to Le Châteauesque Manor. “It’s alright, Aunt Torres. Just remember to keep the gate at the front tightly closed. Rex is too lively for his own good.”“I’ll be sure of it,” Aunt Torres promised, patting Rex’s head affectionately as he wagged his tail.Although the incident had been resolved, Serena’s thoughts were elsewhere. Tomorrow was the anniversary of her mother’s death—a day she dreaded yet never failed to observe. She packed some clothes, purchased a few gifts for her aunt and uncle, and prepared to visit her hometown.In the evening, Serena turned her attention to her work. She revised the plans several time
Back in the reception room, Alexander leaned against the couch, raising a hand to rub his temple. The night had been taxing. The local business leaders, though well-meaning, had presented an endless stream of outdated ideas, their enthusiasm dimmed by decades of stagnation. Their desire to uplift Bronx County was admirable, but the conversation had been circular, leaving him feeling drained.Jonathan, noticing the faint crease in Alexander’s brow, stepped forward. “Sir, would you like me to have them prepare some sober-up soup for you?”Alexander loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his crisp white shirt. The alcohol from the evening lingered faintly on his breath, and he exhaled, his usually sharp gaze slightly dulled by fatigue. “No need,” he said tersely, waving off the suggestion. “I’ll go out for a walk. The air here is fresher than in the city.”Jonathan hesitated before nodding. “The air quality is certainly one of Bronx County’s selling points. Maybe that’s why the
This wasn’t the first time Alexander had asked this question. The last time, Serena had stared at his hand in disbelief, her honesty catching him off guard.Serena nodded this time, her voice matter-of-fact. “Yes. Although, to be precise, it’s very well drawn. What can I say, I’m an artist.”Alexander chuckled softly, a rare glimmer of amusement crossing his face. Her forthrightness was oddly refreshing, yet her unfiltered behavior left him slightly wary. She was, after all, a married woman. Such candidness felt misplaced, bordering on inappropriate.Without another word, Alexander quickly retrieved a fresh shirt, slipping it on with his usual measured movements. His tone turned dismissive. “Still not going?”Serena snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she was still standing there. She nodded quickly and grabbed her belongings. “Of course. Goodnight, Mr. Vanderbilt. Get some rest.”Alexander watched her retreating figure, not bothering to question why she was even here. The chance e
After slipping into the driver’s seat, Alexander gripped the steering wheel with ease and guided the car through the dimming city streets. The soft glow of the dashboard cast shadows across his sharp features, his mind somewhere far from the road.At a red light, another car rolled to a stop beside his. Out of habit, Alexander glanced over—and froze. Through the half-open window, framed by the city’s ambient glow, he saw her. Ava.She stared straight ahead, unaware of his gaze, her expression distant and unreadable. The shape of her face, the gentle curve of her mouth, the slight dip of her lashes—it all looked achingly familiar. He lowered his window and tapped the horn twice, sharp and deliberate.Inside the car, Ava flinched slightly, pulled from her thoughts. She turned her head—and for a heartbeat, time seemed to fracture. There was a strange pull in that moment—like a thread from another life. Maybe it was the streetlight, or maybe it was the letter still echoing in her mind: “
As Ava drove through the quiet streets back to the Upper West Side, the city outside blurred behind the windshield. Rex sat quietly beside her, head resting on his paws. Just as she turned into her neighborhood, her phone buzzed with a call.“Miss Alvarez, good morning,” came a polite voice from a courier company. “We have a gift addressed to you, sent several years ago. It was scheduled specifically to arrive today. May I confirm your current address so we can deliver it?”Serena blinked. “A gift? From years ago?”“Yes, ma’am. It was pre-arranged for delivery on today’s date.”Still confused, she gave her address and ended the call.Not long after she got home and removed Rex’s leash, the doorbell rang. She opened it to find a deliveryman holding a wooden box—aged and worn, its corners smoothed by time. It was unlike any package she’d received before.After signing for it, she stood at the doorway for a moment, staring down at the box. She hadn’t ordered anything like this. But she h
On the other side of the town, upon being kicked out by Serena a few times, Sergio, consumed with envy over his brother Alfonso’s wealth and frustrated by his own sons’ unemployment, confided in his mother, Martina, that he suspected Serena wasn’t Alfonso’s biological daughter due to her alluring looks. Driven by malice, he secretly conducted a paternity test using Serena’s hair, believing that if she wasn’t truly Alfonso’s child—especially now with Araminta and Valentina disgraced and Josh incapacitated—his own sons could rightfully claim the Morales family fortune. When the results arrived confirming no biological link between Alfonso and Serena, Sergio, Martina, and Ricardo, thrilled by the opportunity, immediately set out to confront the Morales family.---It was midday at the Morales family estate, and the aroma of freshly prepared dishes lingered through the marble-floored hallways. The dining room was elegantly set—linen napkins folded precisely, silverware gleaming, and steam
Ava Alvarez remained stranded on the top floor, her heels aching and her body weary. The elevator wouldn't budge without a keycard, and for privacy and security reasons, the stairwell doors were locked from the inside. Whoever designed this place clearly didn’t want anyone wandering up or down without clearance—and Alexander had clearly forgotten that detail when he left.She was quite literally forgotten there.With a resigned sigh, Ava pulled out her phone and tried calling Alexander. No answer. His phone had likely been on silent since he arrived at the rooftop lounge, drowning in the soft thrum of music, clinking glasses, and idle conversation.Hours passed.It wasn’t until nearly eleven, long after the event had ended, that Alexander finally checked his phone. Three missed calls. A single message.> [I don’t have a card…]There were no emojis, no exclamation marks—just plain text. But something about the simplicity made it worse. It read like quiet frustration. Like she had curled
Colton barely spared a glance at the chaos unraveling behind him. With a cool indifference that only years of elite breeding could cultivate, he stepped around Ava Alvarez, still on the ground, and disappeared into the nearby private room as if she were nothing more than a misplaced handbag.Ava knelt slowly, her trembling hands reaching for the scattered items Rachel had so carelessly stuffed into the gift box. The embarrassment crept up her spine like ice. She hadn’t even unwrapped the gift, let alone imagined its contents tumbling across polished marble for the world to see.Just as she reached for one of the smaller items—a sleek, suggestively shaped accessory—she heard Alexander Vanderbilt’s voice, cold and commanding.“Hugo, go inside.”Hugo’s chuckle was low and teasing as he passed them. “Oh boy, someone’s in for it now.”Now only Ava and Alexander remained in the corridor, the air heavy with unsaid words. One of the items had landed near Alexander's polished leather shoe, and
Meanwhile, Alexander had just touched down on foreign soil. The sleek wheels of the private jet had barely cooled before he was ushered into a waiting car—Victoria trailing a few steps behind.The sun was beginning to dip below the skyline, casting a golden hue over the glass buildings around them. But the warmth of the city didn’t seem to reach Victoria’s mood.The auction had been a disappointment.Those who had flown in from all over the world had come chasing one thing—a rumored masterpiece by the elusive Master Remington. The buzz had been relentless, the anticipation feverish. Collectors, curators, and connoisseurs all gathered under one roof, poised to outbid one another for a chance at owning a piece of immortality.But the pièce de résistance had never arrived.Instead, the organizers had presented a different set of paintings—fine works, certainly, but none carrying the master’s signature. Whispers swirled through the crowd: the Remington piece had already been given away. P
Ava had just stepped out of the shower, the steam still curling around her from the bathroom. Wrapped in soft pajamas and with her damp hair towel-dried and tousled, she was about to unwind for the evening when a message lit up her phone.It was from the property management office:“Dear resident, we’ve prepared a small gift for you. Please collect it in the underground garage.”It wasn’t unusual in this kind of upscale community. Services like this—holiday gifts, complimentary deliveries—were standard perks. She assumed it was another seasonal gesture and didn’t think much of it.She threw on a light cardigan over her pajamas and slipped into house slippers. There was no need to dress up just to walk through her own building. The community was secure, and the garage private—no one would bat an eye.The garage, however, was packed.Dimly lit rows of polished luxury vehicles stretched in every direction. She stepped carefully between them, the click of her slippers echoing softly. As s
Alexander sat at his sleek glass desk, a shaft of afternoon light slanting across the surface. His fingers moved with precision as he reviewed the final pages of a thick document. With a quiet finality, he pushed the folder forward.Jonathan, ever efficient, stepped forward to take it, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgment. As he turned to leave, the door opened and another figure appeared.Victoria.She stopped short, clearly startled to find Alexander at the office today—especially considering he had been at the hotel earlier. And it was Saturday.Recovering quickly, she walked in with her usual grace, her heels tapping softly against the polished floor."Alexander," she began, her tone casual but calculated, "news just came in from Spain. Master Remington’s painting is officially going up for auction. Everyone’s flying in for it this week—even Colton’s confirmed his attendance. When are you planning to leave?"She studied his face as she spoke, carefully watching for a flicker
Ava shot upright in bed, her heart thudding as her eyes scanned the breaking news headlines on her phone.Ryan Kuzmin Detained in International Crime Probe—PW Group Offices Raided.Details unfolded line by line like a script in a legal thriller. Ryan had been arrested on suspicion of overseas criminal activity. That morning, the authorities had swept through PW Group’s towering headquarters, raiding offices and seizing documents. The scandal was larger than anyone had anticipated.Further investigations revealed damning evidence: years of tax evasion, vast embezzlement schemes, and a tightly knit circle of executives siphoning company funds for personal gain.The outcome was swift—and brutal.PW Group had been slammed with devastating penalties. Their bank accounts frozen. Assets forcibly liquidated. Half their senior executives were already behind bars.And Ryan? He now faced the terrifying possibility of a twenty-year prison sentence.All of it—undeniably—was Alexander’s doing.With