Mag-log in“Hey!” one of the inmates snapped her fingers right in front of my face.I didn’t flinch.My gaze stayed glued to the memory playing over and over in my head, like a broken monitor.I remembered it clearly.When I arrived at the restaurant, I was pressed, so I called a waitress and asked for the restroom. She smiled sweetly and said, “Go straight, then turn left when you see the ‘T’ sign on the door.”I followed her directions without hesitation, but the moment I stepped inside the supposed toilet, something felt wrong.The room wasn’t a restroom. It was fully furnished, clean, quiet. Too intentional as it was a huge king-size bedroom.I thought it was a mistake and turned back, planning to find the restroom myself.Now I knew better, that woman was paid to mislead me.A dark chuckle slipped from my lips. That subtle move made the leader angry.The inmate hissed, yanking my hair hard. “You bitch, you think this is funny?”Instead I chuckled darkly and a slap landed on my face.My head
“Oh, what’s wrong?” Nicholas’ voice echoed, and I bit down on my lower lip. “I have to go,” I muttered, grabbing my jacket from the chair. Nicholas stood up immediately, confusion written all over his face at my sudden move. I reached for the door handle and pulled, but it didn’t budge. I tugged again, harder, then turned back to Nicholas. “What’s happening?” I asked, but my words was drowned out by the noise around us. The crowd had gathered, faces twisted in anger, disgust, and clear curiosity. “How dare you treat guests in such a way?” a blonde, middle-aged woman yelled, jabbing her finger into a man’s chest, even pushing him backward. I turned to the bouncer guarding the door. “What happened?” I asked. He stared at me coldly, clearly unwilling to say anything. But my sharp gaze made his lips part. “Something was stolen,” he muttered, turning away and crossing his arms, clearly done talking. I clenched my teeth. “I don’t have time for this,” I murmured, glancing at
My gaze drifted to the menu in my hands, staring down at the dishes scribbled across it. Yet for some reason, Nicholas’ eyes never left his phone.“Are you expecting someone?” I asked.Nicholas turned his head toward me. “No,” he said quickly and pushed the phone aside, but then, suddenly, a call came through.He froze.My gaze flickered to the screen, no mane and Just a number.I remembered it instantly Kara's. That one friend I did everything in my power to hold onto.I forced a smile. “You should answer your call. You never know how important it might be,” I muttered.He smiled back, picked up the phone, and walked away.The moment his back disappeared, my smile dropped.That familiar sting of anger crawled up my spine. Everything rushed back at once. I clicked my tongue and let out a slow sigh, then raised my hand.“Three of your most expensive dishes,” I told the waiter, “and drinks.”He nodded and walked away, that same second, Nicholas returned.“What did you order?” he asked.
THIRD PERSON POV“I can’t believe she could do such things!” Calla screamed, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.Madam Ye lay on the bed, turned to her side as her back throbbed in pain.Calla had been wiping her blood nonstop, yet it still spilled out again within seconds.“Please, wipe my back,” Ye said, gesturing weakly toward it.Calla scoffed, eyeing her mother from head to toe. She already felt disgusted. Why did she have to take care of such a burden?“If you had done it right, this wouldn’t have happened!” she screamed.Ye froze. It felt like needles piercing into her aching body. If she hadn’t been injured, she would have slapped some sense into that girl.“Please,” she begged. It was her only option now.Calla’s lips twitched.“Gosh, I hate that girl!” she screamed, raking her hands through her hair like a maniac.Madam Ye could only glare at her foolish daughter.“Just come dress my wound,” she said again.Calla shut her up with a glare, sighed, and walked toward her,
ANNA'S POV“You shouldn’t have let her beat you up,” Dominic said, gently wiping antiseptic over my wound from behind.I hissed as he touched a sore spot.“Are you okay?” he asked.A small smile escaped my lips. “I’m good.”“It was the only way to expose her,” I replied, staring at thin air.Now that I had gotten rid of that pest, Madame Ye, I had other things to focus on. Still, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I will see her. In my previous life, they destroyed me with bruises and wounds, lied their way through everything, and Calla even married into wealth. This time, I wouldn’t let them succeed.“What are you up to?” Dominic asked.I sighed. “Finding my biological family.”He gasped and rushed to my side. “Have you found them? Tell me,” he said, grabbing my hands. His sudden touch made me shiver.If there was one thing I hated now, it was men and physical contact. I slowly withdrew my hands, offering him a low smile.In my past life, Dominic was adopted and later became the C
MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE — POVI stepped out of my car and walked into the Rozzo mansion, my long strides naturally drawing eyes.“Oh my, welcome,” Rosa said, flashing her usual fake smile as she approached with a gift in her hands.I didn’t return the smile. I didn’t take the gift either.“My mother is dead,” I said coldly. “You’re just a whore who climbed her way up the ladder.”Her eyes flared, but she forced a smile.“You shouldn’t say that,” she cooed.Footsteps echoed.“Mind how you talk to my mother!” Alistair barked, rushing toward me.I arched a brow. Even he wasn’t worth the dirt on my shoes.I shoved him aside without effort.“Mum, stop shouting at brother like that!” Sabrina yelled, stepping out of her car with a scowl.Rosa’s eyes burned with fury.“He is not your biological brother,” she snapped. “Stop calling him that!”A chuckle slipped from my lips.“Dirty whore,” I muttered. “Finally showing your true nature.”Footsteps approached againHarold Rozzo.....My father. The







