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Chapter 42: I’ll finish it then
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Sitting on the velvet sofa beneath the soft glow of the Reinaldi penthouse chandeliers, Dorian scrolled through the photos one last time. Then, with a few taps, he forwarded them to his private network—whisper channels embedded deep within New York’s high-society circles.Beside him, Chiara lounged like a cat in the sun, draped across the chaise in a silk robe the color of crushed pearls. A bowl of glistening grapes rested on her lap. She plucked another one with lazy elegance, her eyelids half-lowered as though the entire world bored her.When Dorian finished, he straightened.“Ms. Reinaldi,” he said with quiet precision, “it’s done. Within minutes, everyone in the New York circle will know Serena’s parents rushed here to find her—and that she had them thrown out of her company.”Chiara hummed approvingly.In New York’s elite world, social ranks were carved in stone. Those born into old money looked down on the women who clawed their way in through marriage. It didn’t matter how beau
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Serena halted abruptly, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as she turned to face Quinn and Elliot. Her gaze was cool, cutting straight through them. “I don’t care who sent you,” she said flatly. “I don’t have time for this right now. We’ll wait for the results.”Quinn’s face went pale. She stood frozen, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out. The silence between them stretched taut, filled with unspoken desperation.Without another glance, Serena turned and walked away. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and this time, neither Quinn nor Elliot dared to stop her.As the metallic doors slid shut, Elliot exhaled heavily, running a hand through his thinning hair. “You shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered, turning to his wife. “We just found her, Quinn. You could’ve been gentler. The way you talked—it sounded like you only cared about money. How could she not be upset?”Quinn’s voice quivered with frustration. “She is our daughter, Ellio
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The man and woman who entered were plainly dressed, their clothes worn but neat—evidence of long travel. The woman’s hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her eyes darted nervously around the elegant office before settling on Serena.“Serena,” the woman breathed, her voice trembling with something between awe and desperation.Serena frowned slightly, her posture instinctively straightening behind her desk. “Let’s talk over there,” she said, motioning toward the leather couch by the window.The woman—Quinn Ferguson—nodded, tugging lightly at the sleeve of the man beside her, Elliot Dundley. They both followed her lead, their footsteps hesitant on the marble floor.When Serena sat down, Quinn immediately pulled a folded envelope from her worn handbag and handed it over with both hands. “Serena, we were notified a few days ago that our daughter was in New York City,” she said quickly. “So we took the bus all the way from Charleston to find you.”Inside the envelope was a paternity test.
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Marilyn was sprawled across the couch, her head heavy and body drenched in a feverish sweat. The air in her apartment was thick, the curtains half-drawn so that only faint streaks of afternoon light slanted across the floor. Her mind drifted in and out of awareness until she heard the faint click of the door unlocking.“Marilyn?”The familiar voice stirred her.Serena stepped inside, worry etched into her delicate features. She was still in her work attire—sleek black trousers, a silk blouse tucked neatly in, her hair slightly tousled from the cold wind outside. Setting her handbag aside, she crossed the room in quick strides and knelt beside the couch.“I sent you a dozen messages,” she said, her tone laced with concern. “When you didn’t reply, I got the spare key from the housekeeper. You’re burning up—I’ve already called my doctor to come take a look.”Marilyn blinked sluggishly, her dry lips parting as if to respond, but her throat burned with every breath. She wanted to thank Ser
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The night was unnervingly quiet until Serena’s phone buzzed violently on the nightstand.She jolted upright, her heart hammering. The message on the screen made her blood run cold.Her hand trembled as she whispered, “Marilyn’s been kidnapped… they’re after me.”Beside her, Alexander was already awake. His sharp instincts, honed from years of vigilance, kicked in before his mind fully caught up. He swung his legs off the bed and wrapped a steadying arm around her shoulders.“What happened?” he asked, his voice low but firm.Serena swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in her throat. “It’s Marilyn. They took her. Whoever did this… they want me.”Alexander’s expression hardened. He moved with swift precision, pulling on his shirt, his phone already in his hand. Within seconds, he was issuing terse commands.Five minutes later, one of his men—Ann—called back with intel. The signal trace pointed to a warehouse district on the outskirts of the city.Alexander turned to her, tone
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Steam still clung to Alexander’s skin as he stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of cedarwood soap lingering in the cool air. The room was dimly lit, the bedside lamp casting a soft amber glow across the sheets where Serena lay sound asleep. Half her face was buried in the blanket, her breathing slow and even, her hair spilling over the pillow like dark silk.For a long moment, he just watched her — that rare, unguarded peace on her face. Then he slipped quietly into bed and pulled her into his arms, her warmth fitting perfectly against him. Just as he began to drift toward sleep, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.Suppressing a sigh, Alexander reached for it and answered in a low voice. “What’s up?”“Mr. Vanderbilt,” the man on the other end said, his tone cautious, “we checked every man named Matheo connected to Ms. Morales. Her routine’s been straightforward — mostly between the county and New York City. None of the Marios or Matheos in those areas have any link to her.”A
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