LOGINAmira froze the instant her eyes landed on Eva.The glass in her hand trembled slightly as her chest began to rise and fall unevenly, rage tightening around her heart like a vice.The music, the laughter, the glittering hall, all of it blurred into the background as her vision narrowed to one person.Eva Mills.“Why?” Amira whispered under her breath, nails digging into her palm. “Why do you insist on going against me?”Eva, on the other hand, appeared calm, almost serenely detached. She paused just inside the entrance, her gaze sweeping left and right across the lavish hall as though she were merely admiring the décor.The chandeliers reflected in her eyes, the polished marble floor mirrored her graceful steps, and the whispers that followed her entrance trailed like shadows.She smiled again.Then she walked further inside.Up on the first floor, Gavin Cooper remained frozen for a moment, staring as though he had seen a ghost. His grip tightened around the railing, his sharp eyes na
“I didn’t want to hold it against them because I once loved Bradley,” Eva said slowly, every word steady, deliberate. The daylight outside the auction hall spilled across her face, highlighting the calm resolve in her eyes. “But they kept insulting me. Tormenting me. Leaving me no way out.”She paused, drawing a deep breath, as though sealing a decision she had wrestled with for far too long.“To live a better life,” she continued, her voice firm now, “I have to take revenge.”For a brief moment, silence settled among the brothers.Austin was the first to nod. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips, the kind that appeared only when a plan had finally taken shape. “You’re right,” he said. “Lately, Cooper Holdings has been desperate. They’ve been eager to reopen discussions with us.”Kenny slipped his hands into his pockets, gaze sharp. “They even hosted a company anniversary event,” he added calmly. “All for show. The goal is obvious, to impress the market and pull Mills Corp back into
Amira clutched the file tighter, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages again, as if rereading the words might somehow change them. The white paper blurred before her eyes, but that single bold line refused to disappear.BRAIN CANCER.“I… I have brain cancer?” she repeated, her voice hollow, barely recognizable even to herself.Her legs weakened, and she staggered half a step back, instinctively leaning against the cool exterior wall of the auction hall. The daylight was too bright, too sharp, almost cruel. People were still moving in and out of the building, their ordinary lives continuing as if nothing monumental had just collapsed inside her world.But the shock that froze Amira was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside Bradley.He turned sharply to face her, his brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief. “Amira,” he said slowly, searching her face, “didn’t you know you had brain cancer?”Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide, pupils shaking. For a s
"As a service provider, he tried to hit me," Amira 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.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.Some stopped entirely, phones already rising to eye level."What?" Dr. Li exclaimed in disbelief, his voice rising sharply before he could restrain it. His brows knitted tightly together as he stared at Amira, trying desperately to reconcile her wild accusation with the man he knew standing calmly beside Eva, a man of integrity, skill, and quiet dignity.The disconnection was jarring.Amira scoffed loudly and waved her hand dismissively through the air as if brushing away his confusion like an annoying insect. "Bring your president here now," she
“Eva, didn’t you say you were going to die last time?” Amira 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 behind them.She tugged a slow, deliberate smirk as she approached, her arms folding across her chest with practiced arrogance. “But here you are,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes glittering with malice, “alive and well.”Eva halted. Emerson stopped with her.For a brief second, the world felt strangely quiet, as though even the passing crowd sensed the tension thickening the air.Eva chuckled softly, the sound calm, almost amused. She turned her head slightly toward Amira, her lips curving faintly. “Good people like me won’t die so easily,” she replied evenly. There was no weakness in her tone this time, only resolve.She tightened her grip on Emerson’s hand, grounding herself in the warmth of his presence, and gently tugged
Bradley and Amira walked into the hospital hand in hand, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air, sharp and unavoidable.Nurses moved briskly past them, charts clutched to their chests, while patients and families occupied the rows of seats lining the corridor. It was daytime, and sunlight filtered in through the tall glass windows, casting pale reflections on the white tiles.Bradley’s expression was calm, almost indifferent, as though the chaos of the past days had already been neatly boxed away in his mind.Amira, on the other hand, leaned slightly into him, her grip tight, her steps measured. To anyone watching, they looked like a devoted couple—concerned, united, and composed.Then Bradley’s phone began to buzz in his pocket.He stopped walking and pulled it out, glancing briefly at the screen before answering. “Grandpa,” he said, his tone instantly softening.Amira slowed her steps but stayed close, her ears pra







