LOGINJenny’s tone sharpened as she leaned in.“Now brace yourself, Shifu… for Ryan and Amara.”Naina’s eyes gleamed with contempt.“They’re the archetype of spoiled heirs in a fractured dynasty. Damon wasn’t lying — Amara is his half‑sister. And except for Ryan, every other member of the Williams family despises Damon. They’d never miss a chance to conspire against him. It’s a nest of vipers — power‑hungry, money‑minded imbeciles, brutalizing one another for inheritance and control. The older generation and the younger alike. No loyalty, only greed.”She paused, then dissected the family politics with surgical precision.“Ryan is the youngest of them all, even younger than Amara. His father married beneath the family’s expectations — a doctor from Trinity Health Care Group, where he himself was Managing Director. That marriage was seen as a scandal in their circles. His mother clawed her way into acceptance, conniving, currying favor, and pushing Ryan into Damon’s orbit. Damon was the blac
Jenny’s voice dropped, conspiratorial and gleeful, like she was savoring every word.“Shifu… brace yourself. Next is Annaida."Naina added, "Well, Annaida’s life isn’t the glossy perfection the magazines sell. The Almighty heiress turned supermodel. We dug deeper, and what we found could annihilate her completely.”Davina’s brows furrowed, irritation giving way to reluctant curiosity.“What could possibly ruin a supermodel? They survive scandals every other week.”Naina leaned forward, her tone sharp, precise, almost surgical.“This isn’t the usual tabloid fodder. Annaida’s entire career is built on a façade — the flawless face, the untouchable brand. Behind the cameras, she’s been nothing but Damon’s prized commodity. She isn’t just a model; she’s one of his exclusive products. Only the most powerful men are granted access to her, and that’s how she’s maintained her position at the top. She’s sold her body for influence, traded dignity for contracts, and licked the boots of men in po
Naina’s voice was steady, but her words landed like a thunderclap.“Eva and Ryan… they have a son. A seven‑year‑old boy. So now you know why she left you, why she never stood for you.”Davina froze, her breath catching in her throat. Shock was too small a word for what she felt. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind spinning.“What? Are you kidding me?” she snapped, her voice rising, disbelief laced with fury.Jenny leaned in, her expression grave. “Nope. It’s true. I believe that’s the reason she left abruptly without telling you anything. But things don’t end there…”Naina's tone darkened as she continued.“Ryan had multiple affairs — still does. Eva was never accepted by the Ryans' family, her status in their family is more that of a nanny, at least that's what I understood from my intel. And approximately a year after Shefali’s death, Eva was hospitalized. The reports claimed food poisoning, but in reality… it was a suicide attempt or worse murder attempt, I am not sure. An
The afternoon sun streamed through the wide windows, casting a warm glow across the dining table where the three women sat. Plates had been cleared, coffee cups lingered, and laughter still echoed faintly from their earlier banter. Jenny leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, while Naina tapped her fingers against her laptop, barely containing her excitement.“Shifu,” Jenny began, her tone playful, “you won’t believe what we’ve been up to while you were snoring away like Sleeping Beauty.”Naina grinned, chiming in, “We’ve practically turned into detectives. Ryan and Eva’s lives are an open book now, and Jenny’s been digging into Annaida and Amara like a hawk. You should’ve seen the files we pulled together.”Davina’s smile faltered, her brows knitting as she sat straighter.“Detectives, huh? And all while I was wasting half a day in bed.” Her voice sharpened, scolding but tinged with frustration.“Do you two even realize how important each day is for me right now? The gala
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in muted gold. Davina lay sound asleep, her breathing steady, her face finally free of the tension that had haunted her through the night. After hours of pouring out her pain, her vulnerabilities, and the trauma she had carried for years, exhaustion had claimed her completely.Jenny and Naina stirred quietly, careful not to wake her. They exchanged a glance — unspoken agreement passing between them. Today would not be a day of endless meetings or corporate battles. Today was for Davina.They moved with quiet efficiency. Jenny slipped into the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast, the kind that would comfort rather than overwhelm. Naina, meanwhile, had already arranged for a doctor to visit. She administered the prescribed shots while Davina slept, ensuring her healing would begin without her even realizing it.By the time the sun rose higher, both women had reassigned their workloads to trusted subordinates. Re
Davina’s eyes glistened as she continued."Once we reached Australia, I was far from being in the right state of mind. I moved through those days like a living corpse, obeying instructions without thought, simply existing rather than living. My grandpa, seeing how fragile I was, introduced me to his old friends — Mr. and Mrs. Marshall. They were both doctors. Mr. Marshall was a renowned psychiatrist, specializing in trauma recovery and post‑traumatic stress counselling, while Mrs. Marshall was a gynecologist with additional expertise in clinical nutrition and women’s health. She also worked as a mental‑wellbeing coach, guiding patients through lifestyle therapy, diet regulation, and emotional resilience. Together, they became my pillars. With their care, I wasn’t just treated medically — I was nurtured holistically, body and mind.Under their care, I was placed on a strict regimen. I took prescribed medications to stabilize my body, followed a carefully monitored diet plan to restore







