Mag-log inLyvanne's POV…My grip on the phone tightened as tears gathered in my eyes.Even after hearing her words, it was as if I didn't comprehend what she was saying.“What did you say?” I mouthed, staring at no direction in particular.“The Cancelo Avenue branch,” she explained, her voice still cracking. “It's burning!"For a second, I couldn't breathe or even move an inch from where I stood. “No…”My entire body started shivering. I was confused beyond explanation.How could this happen?Was it an accident or another attack from my enemies?And if it's from my enemies, then who?“The fire started only a few minutes ago,” Emma continued. “The alarm went off, and everyone rushed outside.”“Is everyone out?” I asked sharply because that was the most important thing.Even though it won't be easy to recover the material things lost, considering the fact that it costs
Lyvanne's POV…The award felt heavier than I expected. Not because of its weight. But because of everything it represented.Years ago, people called me a criminal.Tonight…Those same people stood and applauded.Life truly had a strange sense of humor, I must say.I smiled politely as congratulations came from every direction.Business partners, friends, investors, politicians, and everyone else.Everyone, except the one person I refused to look for.The only person I have been trying everything I could to not set eyes on.It was no other person but Alexander.I knew he was here. I had known the moment I entered the ballroom.You don't need to see someone to feel their presence.Occasionally you simply know.Still, I refused to search for him. Not because I hated him.Because I didn't want Rovan to misunderstand. Again.T
Rovan's POV…Alexander Saint.Even from across the ballroom, I could feel his eyes.Not on the stage, but on the awards.Not on the investors, but on Lyvanne.Again and again and again.He thought he was discreet, but he wasn't. A man in love never is.Everyone who was present at the event was none of my concern, except for Alex. I knew so well that if he had the chance to approach her, he would.The question was, will I give him the chance to do that?Certainly not. Unless I change my mind, else, as long as I'm here, he won't dare to do it even in his wildest dream.Suddenly, I leaned closer to Lyvanne to converse.“They're announcing your category next.” I stated, and she smiled.“I wasn't expecting to win.” She responded with hesitation.“I was.” I maintained my wide smile as I inserted.She didn't bother arguing but nodded and smiled back a
Isabelle's POV… Smile. Just keep smiling. No one could ever suspect a smiling woman. At least that's what I kept telling myself, and it has always worked for me. Well, it said what you believe works for you. I guess whoever invented that statement was right. Looking at the enormous hall, the ballroom glittered with wealth and power, yet none of it interested me. Why should it? That wasn't why I was here. So it was none of my business. My eyes searched only for one person. Lucas. Where was he? He said he'd be here, but I haven't seen any sign of him. This better not be a prank or else… I don't even know if I can do anything to him, though. I just hoped it wasn't another way to put me in a problem I never wished for. Because I was ready to live a free life. A life filled with happiness, where I wouldn
Alexander's POV…The loud applause echoed through the ballroom. I clapped with everyone else. Not because I wanted to. But because it was expected.At first, when I came inside the hall, there was no sign of her, and I thought she wasn't coming.Or perhaps Rovan stopped her from coming.Yeah, he was overprotecting her, allowing me no room to access her.Gosh!My eyes never left the woman standing beneath the spotlight.Lyvanne… Lyvanne Morales.She stood on the stage with effortless grace, the crystal trophy reflecting the chandelier lights as though the award itself had chosen its owner.If I'm being honest here, then I must say that she deserved it. She truly deserved it, and that was the plain truth.“My company has always believed that success means little unless it changes lives.”Those were the words that escaped her lips to the ears of the audience, who seemed imp
Lucas' POV…Patience…That was the difference between a professional and an amateur.Amateurs rushed, but professionals waited until their enemies believed they were safe, not knowing their enemy would be preparing for a more dangerous attack.Tonight wasn't the night. Tonight was merely the calm before the storm.Perhaps there might be a change of plans, though.Standing on the mezzanine level of the Grand Charity Gala, I overlooked the magnificent ballroom through a pair of tinted glasses.Crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall like countless stars, making the environment comfortable for all participants.A live orchestra filled the atmosphere with elegant music to entertain people of all kinds who were there.Business magnates, politicians, foreign investors, celebrities, and everyone who mattered were here exactly as I had expected.Who would want to miss such an event?No o
Lyvanne's POVThe studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always
Lyvanne’s POVThe faint hum of my laptop filled the room as I clicked the power button. The screen lit up, and then—my heart stopped. A bold, red warning flashed across the screen:“Just because you survive doesn’t mean you are safe.”A cold shiver ran down my
The engine of the car hummed under my feet, but it was the silence that pressed against my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this disoriented. My thoughts were scattered, struggling to piece together the events that led us here. The image of Alexander’s bloodied form kept
(Lyvanne’s POV)I stopped abruptly when I saw Matteo.The moment our eyes locked outside the hotel entrance, my pulse quickened. How did he know I’d be here? There was no way it was a coincidence. With Matteo, everything felt orchestrated. His approach was smooth,







