LOGINAs the doctor and nurse carefully checked Valeria’s pulse and blood pressure, Julian stood near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on the white wall. He wasn't paying attention to the medical instruments. Instead, a single, poisonous sentence kept ringing endlessly inside his mind, echoing louder than the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor."I built you, and I can tear you down just as fast."Those were the exact words Romanus had barked at him during their furious confrontation just two days ago. It hadn't even been forty eight hours since that threat, and now his luxury penthouse was nothing more than a pile of smoldering black ashes. Julian swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to convince himself that Romanus wouldn't go to such extreme lengths. The man was arrogant, ruthless, and power hungry, but would he truly burn down his home out of spite?Yet, the timing was far too clean to be a mere coincidence. The sharp threat, the quick execution, and the total destruction o
Julian was quietly surprised to see her awake so soon. His tired grey eyes instantly softened, a faint, tender smile spreading across his face. He set his phone aside, leaned forward, and gently lifted her pale hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against her knuckles. "How are you feeling, my love?" he asked softly, his voice full of warmth. Valeria blinked slowly, her brown eyes taking a few seconds to focus on his handsome face. Her throat felt as dry as paper, and a dull ache throbbed at the back of her head, but seeing him sitting right beside her made her feel instantly safe. "Julian..." she whispered, her voice rough and barely audible. "My head hurts a little... but I'm okay." "I know, baby. You took a heavy fall," Julian murmured softly, using his thumb to gently stroke the side of her cheek. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, doing his absolute best to mask the deep exhaustion weighing down his shoulders. He didn't want her worrying about the burnt p
Julian pulled his dark sports car into the hospital's private VIP garage, the engine dying with a low hum. His mind was heavy, but his immediate focus remained entirely on Valeria. Earlier that morning, right after Julian had rushed out to the burning estate, Shawn had slipped into Valeria's private suite. The young nurse on duty had put up a tough fight at first, strictly following Julian’s direct orders to let no one inside. But after Shawn pleaded with her repeatedly, explaining his deep concern and promising not to disturb the sleeping girl, she had finally given in and allowed him to stay. Shawn had sat quietly by her bedside for hours. However, the moment the nurse spotted Julian’s car pulling back into the VIP garage on the security monitor, she immediately alerted Shawn. Shawn had already seen the shocking breaking news on his phone about the penthouse fire. He knew Julian’s patience was hanging by a microscopic thread today, and catching him standing over Valeria would tri
By early the next morning, the bright morning sun filtered through a thick haze of gray smoke. Julian stood near the scorched entrance, staring at what used to be his multi million dollar luxury penthouse. The grand structure had been reduced to a heap of black ashes, twisted metal, and smoldering debris. Julian didn't look sad or heartbroken over the massive loss. Instead, his dark eyes just looked deeply exhausted and tired. His clothes smelled faintly of smoke, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. The only silver lining was that all his staff members were safe and accounted for. But according to the statements he had gathered from them, no one had seen anything suspicious. The fire had simply started out of nowhere in the middle of the night.At first, Julian had wondered if they had accidentally messed with the gas cooker or the electrical wiring in the kitchen during the intense, heated argument he had shared with Shawn earlier the previous day. But the more he analyzed the ti
What did you just say?" Julian asked, his voice dropping into a harsh, disbelieving whisper. He held the phone closer to his ear, his fingers gripping the device so hard his knuckles turned white. "Master Vane! The penthouse... the whole estate is on fire!" Andrew repeated, his voice desperate and laced with violent coughs as thick smoke filled his lungs. "I woke up in the staff quarters just minutes ago because of a strong, burning smell. When I looked out my window, the main building was already swallowed up in flames! I’ve already called the fire department and they are on their way, but you need to get here right now, sir!" Without asking another single question, Julian ended the call. All the sleepiness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by pure shock and adrenaline. He looked back at Valeria one last time to make sure she was safe on the bed, and then he burst out of the private room into the bright hospital corridor. The moment his feet hit the hallway floor, Julian
Outside the emergency room, the bright hospital lights hummed softly against the sterile white walls. Shawn’s face was dark, his eyes sharp and full of curiosity as he grabbed Dr. Erica firmly by the arm, dragging her down the quiet hallway into an empty consultation room. "Mr Sterling , let go of me!" Dr. Erica hissed, yanking her arm back the very moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them. "What on earth is wrong with you?!" Shawn took a deliberate step forward, towering over her with a cold, intense gaze.As he began his questioning immediately... " When did all of this happen Erica?"........ Inside the private VIP room, the world was completely still and quiet. Julian sat on a small wooden chair placed right next to the high hospital bed. The soft, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the night. Valeria lay pale against the crisp white sheets, her eyes closed, looking impossibly small and fragile under the dim room ligh
The mid morning sun hung like a polished coin over the city, its heat a familiar weight on my shoulders as I stepped out of the international terminal. Yet, despite the warmth, everything felt foreign. Five years of chasing headlines across Europe and North America had forged me into someone unreco
Julian moved and relaxed his body on a plush armchair, the picture of a man in total control, yet every fiber of his being was vibrating with a suppressed, lethal energy. His grey eyes, cold and fixed, remained on Valeria as she sat opposite him. She looked breathtaking, a goddess carved from the
I stood with my back pressed against the heavy door, my fingers still trembling as they let go of the cold handle. The vip lounge was a testament to his wealth, sleek, expensive, and filled with the kind of high end technology that signaled he was no longer the boy from my past, but a global icon
As I walked through the backstage corridor of the North Am Arena, every rhythmic click of my heels echoed against the walls, sounding less like footsteps and more like a count down to a confrontation five years in the making. My heart was hammering an uneven rhythm against my ribs, but I forced m







