MasukLucas, ever composed, allowed the faintest curve of a smile to touch his lips.Deep in his eyes shimmered quiet pride. The woman he admired was exceptional beyond measure. He wondered just how many more wonders Amelia had yet to reveal.In Lucas’ eyes, Amelia became increasingly captivating, a figure of mystery, her allure threaded with something intangible that drew him in. Yet, beneath the admiration, a subtle unease stirred, a fear that someone else might claim her heart before he could. A sharp glint flickered in his gaze, carrying the unmistakable weight of possessiveness.Damian stood rooted in place, staring at his ex-wife as though seeing her for the first time. Amelia seemed wrapped in a veil of enigma, drawing people toward her with a beauty that demanded discovery.Mysterious and magnetic, she radiated a brilliance that was impossible to ignore.Even Magnus had failed to restore the Half-Faced Warrior, so how had Amelia succeeded? And how, since their divorce, had she starte
“How desperate she must have been, scheming to marry into the Sullivan family with a fake painting and even spinning such brazen lies. Now, she's offended the Sullivan family. She's done for."“Mrs. Sullivan, you see, Miss Brown dared to deceive you with a fake painting. May your punishment serve as a warning to all who might disrespect the Sullivan family."Before Amelia could say a word, Magnus's expression darkened, and his voice thundered through the hall like a temple bell. "Who said anything about this oil painting being a forgery?"The sharp words from Magnus fell like a hammer, silencing the crowd instantly. Not a single person dared to utter a word.The guests exchanged puzzled glances. What exactly had Magnus meant by that? Could it be that this oil painting was truly an authentic masterpiece? If so, then the Half-Faced Warrior had been restored to perfection.Faces across the room froze in shock. Was there truly a restorer in the world whose skill surpassed even Magnus's own
Margot had handled countless antiques in her lifetime, yet even she could not declare with certainty whether this piece was genuine. Every brushstroke, every detail felt real. But if Magnus deemed it a forgery, that would be the instant the crowd turned on Amelia, and high society would tear her to pieces. Margot's thoughts wrestled with the decision. She was just about to turn to Lucas for his opinion when Amelia’s clear, commanding voice rang through the air.Gazing at Margot, she said, "Mrs. Sullivan, would you be so kind as to invite Mr. Cruz to authenticate the painting before everyone here?"Amelia stood tall and unyielding, her posture as graceful as a swan with its neck arched in quiet elegance. From her emanated an unshakable aura of majesty, effortless yet overwhelming, casting an invisible weight over the room. The guests looked on, utterly taken aback, as though their very breath had been stolen. Who was this woman? How could she possess such commanding presence?Margot, to
The name alone caused another wave of astonishment to ripple through the hall.“If memory serves, The Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family collection. She wouldn't dare present a forgery, would she?"“Even if it were authentic, that damaged piece couldn't possibly rival the flawless Eyes from Heaven. I thought we were about to see something extraordinary, but it seems my anticipation was for nothing."“Miss Brown couldn't have the authentic painting. Everyone knows the genuine Half-Faced Warrior belongs to the Miller family. Theirs is the only real one."“Wait, she looks familiar… Oh! I remember now. She once attended Xavier’s birthday banquet. That's where she took the Half-Faced Warrior from the Millers. Who would have thought she'd hand it over to Margot as a birthday present?"“So basically, she's just handing over something she got freely? That's low. Using someone else's gift to curry favor…Margot won't like that. She's finished." Several guests eyed Amelia as though t
Margot, however, was quietly studying Amelia, her gaze sweeping over the young woman with careful subtlety. So this was the woman Lucas had fallen for. She was, without a doubt, striking, beautiful, elegant, and self-possessed. More than that, her very presence seemed to match Lucas’, neither overshadowing nor diminishing him.Margot had no clue what type of girl Lucas favored. She had always assumed he was drawn to women who were gentle and unassuming. But now it was clear, he had chosen someone with a commanding air. If Amelia were to stand beside Lucas, their presence would balance perfectly, each enhancing the other.Margot's mind lingered on her assessment, even to the point of imagining how things might turn out if Amelia and Lucas ever clashed. The thought amused her so much that she let out a quiet chuckle.Yet, mindful that Amelia’s painting might seem pale next to Eyes from Heaven, Margot turned to give a calm instruction.“Lola, go and collect the painting Miss Brown brought
"This painting vanished long ago. I've heard of it and seen photographs, but never beheld it in person. Thank you for your gift. I like it very much," Margot said warmly, her smile radiant as she turned to her longtime housekeeper. "Lola, please unveil the painting for everyone to enjoy."“Yes, Mrs. Sullivan," Lola replied with quiet respect.Moments later, the artwork was displayed before the gathered guests.“This is breathtaking, truly a masterpiece of living detail!"“A remarkable work indeed, and so well preserved. To see this in my lifetime, now I have no regrets."“Mrs. Sullivan, we owe you our gratitude for letting us witness such a divine creation. The Eyes from Heaven is extraordinary."The guests poured out their admiration, silently agreeing that the Wright family was likely on the cusp of great fortune. Margot had not requested Lola to personally unveil any other gifts, a clear sign of her immense satisfaction with this one painting. The Wright family had struck gold, offe
Her father’s voice came again, softer now, threaded with hope. "Magda, is that really you?"Emotion overwhelmed her at last, and a sob slipped past her lips.Noise crackled on the other end, Magda’s mother's voice rang out, trembling with shock and excitement. "Magda? Is it really you, sweetheart? D
Her sculpted jawline traced into a long, graceful neck, accentuating a poised, impossibly slender frame that looked too perfect to be real.With each casual toss of her hair, the crowd's energy spiked, more than a few men stared so hard at the screen that they practically forgot to breathe, gaping i
“Are you okay?” Mark asked, voice, soft and gentle.Jessica blinked, snapping back to reality.She quickly dropped her gaze, flustered.What happened between them had to stay dead and buried.“I’m…I’m fine…”“Let me check if you got a cut…you know…from the glass.” Gently cupping her face with both h
Damian stared hard at the sleek machine Amelia commanded.Something twisted in his gut. Like the ground had shifted under a truth he never saw coming. This wasn't the Amelia he knew. Not the woman he'd once married and walked away from. Just how many secrets did she keep from him?Beside him, Sophia







