INICIAR SESIÓN"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
“Get me a nanny,” Pete said harshly, his phone pressed tightly against his ear while he paced restlessly around the sitting room.His voice carried irritation and exhaustion, the kind that came from a man whose life had collapsed too quickly for him to regain balance.“Sir?” the lady on the other e
“You said you knew nothing about childcare, so I left the child to Petra.” Pete burst out in rage, his voice echoing through the house as he pointed fiercely at Zoe with trembling fingers.His chest rose and fell violently, anger and heartbreak twisting together inside him until he could barely bre
“A good friend?” Pete repeated, his voice rising with disbelief as his eyes darted between Zoe and the man standing far too comfortably beside her.His chest heaved as he struggled to contain the anger surging through him, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides. “You think I’m blind? You
“I knew I couldn’t count on any of you.” Pete muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly as disappointment settled deep into his bones, heavier than anything he had ever felt before.His eyes looked dull, stripped of the arrogance that once defined him, replaced now with a tired frustration







