로그인"Mocking guests like this?" Oscar Wesley repeated, his voice controlled yet sharp as a scalpel's edge. His gaze swept across Zoe Fox and the cluster of women behind her, measuring each of them from head to toe.Every eye within earshot had already begun to turn, drawn by the unmistakable scent of confrontation.Zoe scoffed, stepping forward with the confidence of someone accustomed to getting her way.Her chin lifted defiantly, her designer heels clicking against the floor with each measured step. "Mr. Wesley, here's some friendly advice," she said, her voice dripping with false concern that fooled no one. "This woman is nothing but trouble. Anyone who gets close to her will suffer. It's practically guaranteed."She paused for effect, letting her words sink in before continuing."She's trying to seduce you, can't you see? She's looking for her backup plan now that Pete has finally abandoned her. You're just the next target."The words echoed louder than she'd intended, bouncing off
The white SUV rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Chapman Auction House, its polished surface reflecting the towering glass façade of the building. The place looked exactly as it always had: grand, intimidating, and carefully designed to remind everyone who stepped inside that power and money ruled here. This was a place where influence determined value, and status opened doors that money alone sometimes could not.The rear door opened.Oscar Wesley stepped out first, adjusting his tailored suit before immediately turning back toward the vehicle. Without the slightest hesitation, he reached inside and carefully helped Petra out of the car, supporting her with steady hands as she slowly stepped onto the pavement.She was dressed in a simple white dress that flowed gracefully around her figure. There was nothing extravagant about it, yet its understated elegance drew attention naturally. Unfortunately, the pure white fabric also made the paleness of her face even more obvious.A
Petra was wheeled straight into the operating room, the wheels of the gurney screeching faintly against the polished hospital floor.Every passing second seemed to carry her farther away from the people desperately praying she would survive.Malcolm and Oscar rushed after the medical team, their footsteps uneven with panic and their breathing ragged as fear pushed them forward faster than reason.Just as they reached the entrance, a nurse stretched out her arm firmly, stopping both men before they could take another step."Only authorized medical staff are allowed beyond this point," she said firmly, refusing to yield despite the desperation written across their faces.Neither man appeared willing to accept her words as Oscar instinctively moved forward while Malcolm stepped beside him, both staring past her toward the operating room as though determination alone could carry them inside.The nurse immediately shifted into their path once more before speaking with even greater authorit
"Even the renowned businessman, Mr. Wesley is close with you. Ms. Chapman, don't you think it's shameful to be flirtatious?"That final question from the reporter sliced through the cold night air like a blade. The accusation was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, and several other reporters immediately turned their cameras toward Petra, waiting eagerly for her reaction. Their flashing cameras illuminated her pale face over and over again, making it impossible for her to escape the public humiliation.Before Petra could even flinch, Oscar stepped forward, pushing past microphones and flashing cameras.His arm shot out like a shield in front of her."Enough!" he thundered, his voice vibrating through the tense atmosphere. "Don't spread rumors if you don't know the truth."His gaze didn't shift from the reporters, but the firmness in his jaw said he wasn't acting. Something deep inside him had reacted purely on instinct. At that moment, protecting Petra mattered far more than h
"The summit is over and everyone is leaving." She said, looking boldly into his eyes. "I suggest you do same."It was a business summit that had brought together some of the country's biggest business elites under one roof. CEOs, investors, entrepreneurs, and influential personalities had spent the entire day discussing investments, partnerships, and the future of the business world. The event had just ended, and guests were gradually making their way toward the exits when Pete Jordan finally approached Petra Chapman.She didn't wait for him to reply. She turned sharply, ready to leave, ready to end this scene, end this chapter of her life, end every suffocating moment tied to him, when Pete stepped in front of her again, blocking her path with his arm like a wall."Wait right there!" he barked. His voice shook, not from strength, but from panic. "Even though we're divorced, you're still literally mine. You can't leave. You're going home with me.""Home?" Petra's laugh cut through th
Oscar stared at the doctor as though he had suddenly stopped understanding the English language.His mind refused to process what he had just heard.The doctor's words echoed repeatedly inside his head.A history of kidney transplantation.Slowly, he turned toward Malcolm.His face was filled with disbelief.Malcolm, on the other hand, looked far calmer than Oscar expected.The surprise on his face wasn't nearly as intense.Instead, he looked as though an old memory had suddenly resurfaced.Malcolm shifted his gaze back to the doctor before giving a slow nod."Yes," he answered quietly. "She does."Oscar's eyes widened. "What?" His voice came out almost as a whisper. "How?"He looked from Malcolm to the doctor before turning back again."Wait... are you saying Petra donated one of her kidneys to someone..."He paused, struggling to arrange his thoughts. "...or someone donated a kidney to her?"Malcolm released a tired sigh.There was no way to explain something so enormous in the midd
The lawyer released a tired breath and leaned back in his chair. He had spent years handling difficult cases and difficult clients, but the situation sitting before him was becoming increasingly frustrating.The file on his desk contained far too many complications, and no amount of optimism could
The anonymous message lingered in Zoe's mind long after she first received it.Days had passed, yet she still found herself thinking about it at random moments. The message had been brief, but it carried an unsettling certainty that made her uncomfortable. Whoever sent it clearly knew enough about
The news of Zoe’s condition did not stay confined within the hospital for long. It travelled quickly through the people closest to her, carried in whispers, broken phone calls, and uncomfortable visits that ended almost as soon as they began.Her mother made sure of that. She stood like a barrier b
Zoe had been in the hospital for days, but it felt longer than that. Time inside the ward did not move in a straight line anymore; it looped through pain, medication schedules, half-sleep, and the same unanswered questions that kept returning no matter how many times she tried to push them away.Th







