Mag-log in“What do we do now, Liam? If Lyra has the real ring… what does she plan to do next?”Beatrice was growing more frantic by the second. The thought turned in her mind: If Lyra had the ring, that woman would surely be celebrating but if it turned out the ring was gone and she had nothing to show for it, Richard would never forgive her. He would be furious, and the punishment would be far worse than any loss of money.Her voice rose, shaking with fear.“It’s not just about the money anymore! If Richard finds out we lost the ring and sold a fake, he will blame me completely. He warned me not to touch it and now it’s gone. He won’t care about excuses he will make me pay for this, one way or another!”Liam stopped walking, his back rigid, and looked down the long corridor toward the far end of the ship. A cold, bitter smile touched his lips, though it held no warmth. He turned his gaze to Beatrice, his eyes sharp and cruel. He wanted nothing more than to snap at her right now, but he held bac
Beatrice gasped, stumbling back a step as if she had been struck. “What? That’s impossible! I kept it locked inside my personal safe for years! I took it out myself and handed it directly to the staff to prepare for the auction. How could it not be real?”Even she could barely believe it herself. She knew how tight the security on this ship was; guards were posted at every corridor, every entrance, and every deck, with surveillance cameras watching almost every corner. There was no way anyone could have gotten close enough to swap it without being seen… or so she had thought.“How could this have happened?” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and disbelief. “Security here is so tight that there are guards everywhere and checks at every door. Who would dare do this? And how did they do it without anyone noticing?”Liam stared at the ring resting in his palm. It looked beautiful and flawless to anyone else’s eyes, but he knew it was nothing more than an expertly made copy. Beatri
He looked at them with polite curiosity, though his posture remained guarded and composed. He had known Liam for many years, ever since Liam began expanding his business interests overseas; their paths had crossed often enough to make them familiar acquaintances. Yet they had never been close friends, and Mr. Daley could not understand what could bring Liam to his private suite at this late hour, especially accompanied by a woman he did not recognize.“May I help you, Mr. Liam?” he asked calmly, his tone courteous but carrying a subtle edge of caution. “And who is the lady standing behind you? I believe we have not been formally introduced.”Liam offered a thin, practiced smile, the kind he used for business meetings, warm enough to put others at ease but revealing nothing of his true thoughts. Beneath that surface, however, his eyes remained cold, sharp, and searching, scanning the room as if already looking for something out of place.“Mr. Daley, it has indeed been a while,” he repl
“If I could not have happiness… if my life has been nothing but empty, miserable, and lonely since she died… then neither should they. That is the only reason any of this wealth and power matters now. That is the only goal I have left. I will ruin them. I will break them down, piece by piece, just like I was broken years ago. I will make sure they suffer every bit of pain I have carried all this time. And I will make sure that in the end, their lives are just as empty, just as miserable, and just as lonely as mine has been ever since Laurin left this world.”Beatrice had been searching for Liam ever since all the guests had boarded the ship and the auction had come to an end, but he was nowhere to be found. As time passed, irritation began to creep into her more and more….none of the plans they had carefully laid out had worked out as expected.Now, beneath her growing frustration, cold fear began to sink in. She needed to get that ring back, no matter what it took. If Richard ever di
Lyra turned slightly toward Yani, her voice calm and low, almost a whisper.“It’s quieter here. I didn’t want to go back to the room just yet… it feels too enclosed. Out here, at least the air moves.”Yani gave a small, respectful nod, her eyes scanning the room subtly to ensure no one was approaching too closely.“You did well tonight, Miss. Everything went exactly as you expected. Better, even. They never stood a chance.”A faint, knowing smile touched Lyra’s lips as she swirled the drink in her glass.“Beatrice and Liam have always been too greedy, too eager to see me fall. Greed makes people blind. They only saw what they wanted to see, that I would break, that I would spend everything just for a memory. They forgot that I know how to play this game better than anyone.”Not long after, Elias and his friends Kade, Rio, Theo, and Dren followed them there. They stayed well back, lingering near the entrance and at a far corner, careful not to draw attention or disturb her. They simply
Beatrice clenched her fists secretly, struggling to keep her composure. She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lyra could hear, though her tone was sharp and confused. “The ring… aren’t you going to get it back? Do you truly not care at all?” She couldn’t understand it. She knew better than anyone how important that ring was to Lyra. Ever since Laurin died, all her things had been kept safe inside the Moreno family home: her clothes, her books, her jewelry. Beatrice herself had taken possession of that ring years ago, hiding it away in her private safe. She had admired it countless times, even tried wearing it once, but Richard had caught her and flown into a terrifying rage. He had slapped her so hard she nearly fell, his eyes blazing with anger as he shouted. “Don’t ever touch anything that belonged to Laurin!” Since then, the ring had been hidden away. Liam had told her back then, “If any of the Moreno family ever wants it back, they will have to come to us. And one d
Beatrice let out a soft, long-suffering sigh, shaking her head as if she were a disappointed but endlessly forgiving mother dealing with a difficult daughter.On the surface, her expression remained gentle and composed, but behind that carefully crafted mask, her mind was in complete turmoil. Panic
He still looked at Laurin like she was the only woman in the world. He still listened to her. He still respected her above everyone else. And Beatrice hated her for it. She hated Laurin for being able to make a man love her even while treating him coldly. She hated that Laurin never cared about weal
He didn't do it for business connections or money, though those came later. He did it out of love. He did it because he wanted to show her, and the whole world, that he was hers completely. He didn't care about his own family name or pride; he only cared about being accepted by her.He changed every
Yani visibly relaxed slightly after hearing that, before finally sitting down beside her.Lyra and Yani finished their dinner peacefully, the atmosphere inside the suite remaining calm despite the tension both of them quietly carried beneath the surface. Afterward, Yani checked the time and looked







