MasukAcross the city, Mandy put on a bright smile for Axel. They had dinner, she read him two stories, and she held him a little longer than usual at bedtime. "I love you, my brave boy," she whispered into his hair.“I love you too, Mommy,” he murmured, already half asleep.When his door closed, her smile faded. The quiet mansion which was usually comforting, now felt heavy and full of unanswered questions. She drifted into the living room, her fingers tracing the edge of the beautiful wooden puzzle Finn had given her.She was grateful. So deeply grateful he had erased that horrible scandal from the internet. But his protection felt like a spotlight. It didn’t just hide her; it showed how much he cared for her.Aiden’s voice echoed in her mind. "Who do you think this Finn is?"She didn’t know, and that was the problem. She had built a life on knowing, on controlling, on being sure, but Finn was a beautiful, terrifying question mark. And the biggest question of all, the one about New York,
Zayn barely paid attention to the road as he drove. Leaving Jane behind hadn’t brought him any relief, it only brought emptiness. The silence in the car was deafening, and the only thing that could fill it was the truth.He didn’t turn toward his penthouse. Instead, his car seemed to steer itself, carrying him through the darkened Zurich streets to the one place he needed to go; Finn’s mansion.The grand house was lit against the night. Zayn didn’t bother with ringing the bell. He used the old code, the one from their high school days to open the side gate and walked straight to the study doors, which were open to the terrace.Finn was there, a glass in his hand. He didn’t turn.Zayn stopped in the doorway. "I handled it," he said, his voice rough. "She won’t be a problem for Mandy."Finn turned slowly and studied him; the exhaustion, the shock still in his eyes. He took a sip of his drink. “Handled?” he asked."She’s… contained," Zayn said, the words tasting wrong on his tongue, “Som
Aiden was at his desk, anxiously tapping his fingers against the wooden surface. The calm he’d forced himself into disappeared. He had ended his call with Mandy, promising to wait, but his patience was thin.Every few minutes, he kept refreshing the news, watching the chaos grow. The need to act pressed hard in his chest. Finally, he gave in.His fingers flew over his keyboard. In moments, Jane’s life was laid bare on his screen; her full name, her family background, their modest business, their social ambitions. A cold, humorless smile touched his lips."A Robert" he muttered to the empty office. "And she dares drag my sister into this mess?" He could dismantle her family’s entire world with just one phone call. Their business, their reputation, it would be ash in seconds.He stared at the screen, then leaned back and closed the files."I trust Mandy to handle this," he said quietly. "This family isn’t worth a single second of my time."He returned to the social media page and refres
Mandy was still standing on the sunlit steps of her office building, laughing at something Viviana had said.Zayn had been watching her for more than thirty minutes, and whatever they were talking about seemed genuinely interesting. Axel stood by her side, holding her hand. For a moment, everything felt normal and light.Standing a few meters away, he decided to leave without approaching her. He got into his car, watching her for another moment. Even after making the decision to go, he couldn’t bring himself to drive away. Seeing her smile felt like both a gift and a punishment.Meanwhile, Inside the building, Viviana’s phone started buzzing nonstop. She glanced at it, and her smile vanished. Her face turned pale. "Ma’am," she said, eyes wide, "You need to see this."Mandy took the phone. On the screen was a video of Jane, her face made up to look bruised, crying. The caption screamed about a "homewrecker heiress" stealing a pregnant woman’s fiancé. Mandy’s own name was tagged. Her p
Jesse exhaled again, softly this time. “I’m sorry we couldn’t narrow it down more. That hotel runs a special system. They have a VIP list for certain powerful clients who want privacy. They don’t keep full records, just a name, a key card, and that’s it. According to the manager, five such men were there that night.""But we know Mandy was in Room 203 the next morning we found her." Aiden pressed, his tone sharpening. "Did you ask who booked that specific room?""We did.” Jesse replied. “The manager said he genuinely doesn’t know. It could’ve been any one of those five. This has been their policy for years. That night wasn’t an exception." Jesse leaned forward, his expression grim. "And the security footage from that wing… had nothing to show. It’s corrupted. I tried to recover it, but it’s useless. At this point, it could be anyone.”He paused, letting the frustration sink it. "Look, let Mandy talk to Finn first. See what he says. His reaction might tell us more than any file."“I he
After those words left Finn's mouth, Zayn’s chin lifted, a flicker of old defiance surfacing. "Are you trying to compete with me? Or are you going back on your word?" he asked and Finn smiled.Zayn frowned. "You said you’d step back if I figured out my true feelings. Are you seriously going back on that? Because I’ve always liked Mandy."Finn’s chuckle this time was softer, almost weary. "This isn't a competition, Zayn. I have no intention of turning it into one. And I’m not going back on my word. I told you to search yourself and you did. You have your answer. Now here’s mine: I like her. A lot. More than I’ve liked anyone in a very long time. And you know Mandy is the first woman I’ve ever been truly interested in. So, Zayn, tell me, what would you do in my shoes?"Zayn’s jaw tightened.Finn took a step closer, looking straight at him. "This isn’t about me outsmarting you like you think… or about you claiming some prize from the past. It’s about her, about Mandy. She’s raised a chi







