The morning was bright and serene at Tiffany's family townhouse. Sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the elegant furnishings. Furina was sitting with Tiffany in the spacious living room, sipping tea and discussing their plans to tackle the ongoing issues with the paparazzi and threats. It was a rare moment of peace in their otherwise chaotic lives.Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Tiffany looked up, a slight frown creasing her brow. "I wonder who that could be," she murmured, setting her cup down and rising to answer the door. Furina watched her go, curiosity piqued.Moments later, Tiffany returned, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. Behind her was a tall, handsome man with striking features and an air of confidence. Furina recognized him from the occasional family photos Tiffany had shared: Walker Summers, Tiffany's older brother."Walker," Tiffany said, her tone strained. "What are you doing here?"Walker
Diluc arrived at his father’s office building, a towering structure that loomed over London’s skyline. The city sprawled out below, a mix of historic landmarks and modern skyscrapers, the River Thames winding its way through the heart of it all. He had received an urgent summons from Antoine earlier that morning, and the tone of the message had left no room for ambiguity. His father was not pleased.As he stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, Diluc adjusted his tie, mentally preparing for the confrontation ahead. Antoine's office was at the end of a long, opulent corridor, its walls adorned with expensive artwork and awards that testified to his success. The receptionist nodded at him, signaling that Antoine was ready to see him.Diluc walked into the office, noting the sweeping views of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sight of the London Eye, the Shard, and the historic Tower Bridge framed against the horizon was impressive, but
Diluc sat in his office, the London skyline stretching out before him as he stared at the papers on his desk. It had been a long, exhausting day filled with meetings and decisions that seemed to weigh heavier than usual. Despite his efforts to focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to the one thing that had been plaguing him for weeks—Yvette.His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was a message from Yvette, the tone as manipulative and taunting as ever.**“We need to talk, darling. Don’t keep me waiting. Remember, I have what you need.”**Diluc’s jaw clenched as he read the message. The very thought of Yvette made his blood boil, but he knew he had no choice. She had leverage over him—leverage he couldn’t afford to ignore.As much as he hated it, Yvette held the key to a critical business deal that would either solidify the Neuvillette empire's dominance or bring it to its knees. A major international merger was in the works, one th
Diluc sat in his office, the London skyline stretching out before him as he stared at the papers on his desk. The day had been long and exhausting, filled with meetings that seemed to drag on endlessly. Yet, despite the pressing business matters at hand, his thoughts kept circling back to one person—Yvette.His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his reverie. It was a message from Yvette, the tone as manipulative and taunting as ever.**“We need to talk, darling. Don’t keep me waiting. Remember, I have what you need.”**Diluc’s jaw tightened as he read the message. Yvette was a problem that refused to go away, but this time she had pushed him into a corner. She had leverage over him—leverage that was deeply personal, and it revolved around the one thing he had never truly been able to let go of: his mother’s death.Ane Neuvillette’s passing had always been shrouded in mystery. Officially, it had been labeled as a heart attack, a sudden and tragic eve
The evening of the charity event arrived with an air of anticipation and tension. The London night was crisp, a slight chill in the air as the city’s elite gathered at one of the most luxurious venues in the city. The grand ballroom was decked out in opulence—crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and elegant decorations adorning every corner. Guests in their finest attire mingled, the sound of polite laughter and clinking glasses filling the space.Furina stood in front of the mirror in her room, taking one last look at herself before the car arrived. The midnight blue gown that Tiffany had chosen for her fit perfectly, accentuating her figure and giving her an air of quiet confidence. The silver heels from Tommaso’s family collection added a touch of sophistication, while the earrings sparkled subtly with every movement. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. Tonight, she needed to be poised and composed. She couldn’t afford to let anything slip.As
Furina was lounging on her couch, catching up on a novel she had been too busy to finish, when her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at the screen and saw Diluc’s name flash across it. With a slight flutter in her chest, she picked up the phone. “Hello, Diluc,” she greeted, her voice calm, though she couldn’t entirely mask her curiosity. “Hi, Furina,” Diluc replied, his tone slightly formal. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “Not at all,” Furina said, closing her book. “What’s going on?” “I wanted to let you know that we’ve been invited to a charity gala tomorrow night. It’s a high-profile event, and I think it would be beneficial for us to attend together,” Diluc explained. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I know this is a bit last minute, so if you need anything—like a dress, shoes, or any accessories—I can have them sent over.” Furina smiled at h
The air in the penthouse felt thick with tension as Furina stared out at the London skyline, the weight of the events from the past few days pressing down on her. The cold city lights glittered like a thousand stars, but there was no beauty in them tonight—only a stark reminder of the harsh reality she found herself trapped in. Yvette had taken Diluc. She had watched helplessly as the man she had come to care for walked away, taken hostage by his past with Yvette, and the twisted game that Yvette was playing.It had been a few days since Diluc had been forced to leave with Yvette, and there had been no word from him since. The silence gnawed at Furina's mind, the uncertainty of his fate making her restless. Every moment that passed felt like a countdown, as though time was slipping away from her, and with it, any chance of saving Diluc from whatever trap Yvette had set for him.Her friends had stayed with her in the mansion for as long as they could, offering their
The sun hung low on the horizon as dusk began to settle over the London skyline, casting the city in a golden haze. The sight from the penthouse windows was a view Furina had once found beautiful, but now, as she stared out at the fading light, all she could feel was emptiness. The weight of everything that had happened in the last few days pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. Diluc was gone, taken by Yvette, and she had been left behind—powerless to stop it. Furina’s mind kept replaying the scene in the warehouse, the cold kiss between Diluc and Yvette, the look in his eyes when he’d told her he had to go with Yvette. He had done it to protect her; she knew that much. But that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear. She felt as though she had failed him, failed herself, by letting him sacrifice himself for her. Her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, breaking through her thoughts. Furina crossed the room quickly, hoping it was Luca with an update. He had been working tirel