ログインZoe froze the instant her eyes landed on Petra.The glass in her hand trembled slightly as her chest began to rise and fall unevenly, rage tightening around her heart like a vice clamping down without mercy.The music, the laughter, the glittering hall, all of it blurred into the background as her vision narrowed sharply to one person alone.Petra Chapman."Why?" Zoe whispered under her breath, her nails digging into her palm. "Why do you insist on going against me?"Petra, on the other hand, appeared calm, almost serenely detached from the tension crackling around her. She paused just inside the entrance, her gaze sweeping left and right across the lavish hall as though she were merely admiring the décor around her.The chandeliers reflected in her eyes, the polished marble floor mirrored her graceful steps, and the whispers that followed her entrance trailed behind her like shadows clinging to her heels.She smiled again, unbothered.Then she walked further inside the hall.Up on t
"I didn't want to hold it against them because I once loved Pete," Petra said slowly, every word steady, deliberate. The daylight outside the auction hall spilled across her face, highlighting the calm resolve settled deep in her eyes. "But they kept insulting me. Tormenting me. Leaving me no way out."Sometimes revenge could be the only alternative to finding peace. She paused, drawing a deep breath, as though sealing a decision she had wrestled with for far too long inside herself."To live a better life," she continued, her voice firm now, unwavering, "I have to take revenge."For a brief moment, silence settled among the siblings gathered there.Malcolm nodded slowly. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips. "You're right," he said. "Lately, Jordan Group has been desperate. They've been eager to reopen discussions with us. Especially weeks after Pete's release from prison."He slipped his hands into his pockets, his gaze sharp and calculating. "They even hosted a company anniversa
Zoe clutched the file tighter, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages again, as if rereading the words might somehow change what was printed there. The white paper blurred before her eyes, but that single bold line refused to disappear no matter how hard she blinked.BRAIN CANCER."I… I have brain cancer?" she repeated, her voice hollow, barely recognizable even to herself in that moment.Her legs weakened beneath her, and she staggered half a step back, instinctively leaning against the cool exterior wall of the auction hall for support. People were still moving in and out of the building around them, their ordinary lives continuing as if nothing monumental had just collapsed inside her world.But the shock that froze Zoe was nothing compared to the storm brewing steadily inside Pete.He turned sharply to face her, his brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief. "Zoe," he said slowly, searching her face for answers, "didn't you know you had brain cancer?"Her
"As a nobody but an ordinary businessman, he tried to hit me," Zoe repeated loudly, her voice carrying across the open courtyard with deliberate projection. She rolled her eyes with exaggerated annoyance as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, her designer handbag swinging from her elbow with the motion.Her posture screamed entitlement, her chin lifted as though she already owned the verdict, as though the outcome had been decided the moment she opened her mouth to speak.Some people stopped entirely in the corridor, phones already rising to eye level around them."What?" Dr. Frost exclaimed in disbelief, his voice rising sharply before he could restrain it. His brows knitted tightly together as he stared at Zoe, trying desperately to reconcile her wild accusation with the man he knew standing calmly beside Petra, a man of integrity, skill, and quiet dignity.The disconnection between the accusation and the man was jarring.Zoe scoffed loudly and waved her hand dismissivel
"Petra, didn't you say you were going to die last time?" Zoe said mockingly, her voice carrying clearly in the open space outside the auction hall. Daylight spilled generously across the marble pavement, reflecting off the glass façade of the building rising behind them.She tugged a slow, deliberate smirk onto her lips as she approached, her arms folding across her chest with practiced arrogance. "But here you are," she added, tilting her head slightly, her eyes glittering with malice, "alive and well."Petra halted where she stood. Oscar stopped beside her.For a brief second, the world felt strangely quiet, as though even the passing crowd sensed the tension thickening steadily in the air around them.Petra chuckled softly, the sound calm, almost genuinely amused. She turned her head slightly toward Zoe, her lips curving faintly upward. "Good people like me won't die so easily," she replied evenly. There was no weakness in her tone this time, only quiet, unshakable resolve.She t
Pete and Zoe walked into the hospital hand in hand, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor beneath them. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air around them, sharp and completely unavoidable no matter which direction they turned.Nurses moved briskly past them, charts clutched tightly to their chests, while patients and their families occupied the long rows of seats lining the corridor on either side. It was daytime, and sunlight filtered in gently through the tall glass windows, casting pale, soft reflections across the white tiles beneath their feet.Pete's expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though the chaos of the past days had already been neatly boxed away somewhere in the back of his mind.Zoe, on the other hand, leaned slightly into him, her grip tight, her steps carefully measured. To anyone watching them pass, they looked like a devoted couple, concerned, united, and entirely composed.Then Pete's phone began to buzz insistently in
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Elizabeth remained seated in her study long after she finished reading the contents of the confidential envelope.The house had become completely quiet around her. Nicole had already retired for the night, and the baby was asleep upstairs. Yet Elizabeth remained motionless behind her desk, staring
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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







