LOGINRain dropped against the tinted windows of Oriana's Red limousine as it drove through the sleeping city.The message remained glowing on her phone."I know who you really are, Oriana. and soon, Adrian will too."Attached was the photograph.Someone had taken it from inside the ballroom.Not from the media section.Not from the guest tables.From a hidden angle high above the hall.Whoever sent it hadn't seen her secret.They had been watching her.Carefully.Patiently.For a long moment, Oriana said nothing.Her assistant, Elena, glanced at her through the rearview mirror."Ms. Rose. Is something wrong?"Oriana locked the phone."Someone has declared war."Elena's expression hardened."Should I have our cyber team trace the number?""Immediately.""And increase security at every office, residence, and warehouse. No one enters my private floor without my approval.""Yes, ma'am."Outside, thunder rolled across the sky.Oriana looked back through the rain streaking rear the window.For s
Darkness swallowed the whole ballroom.A sound of a gunshot is been heard.For one suspended heartbeat, no one moved.Then chaos erupted.Women screamed. Crystal glasses crashed onto the tiled floor. Security personnel shouted over one another as frightened guests ran toward the exits."Everyone stay calm!""Secure the doors!""Nobody leaves!"The emergency lights came up weakly, painting the ballroom in an unimaginable glow.Oriana remained perfectly still.Panic had once ruled her life.Not anymore.She scanned the room, listening instead of looking.The sound of hurried footsteps, a chair toppling over, someone breathing heavily only a few feet away.Then a warm hand held firmly around her wrist."Come with me."Adrian.Without waiting for her answer, he pulled her behind one of the big golden pillars just as another loud crash echoed through the hall."Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice unusually tense.Oriana stared at him.Even now.Even believing she was a complete stranger.His
Crystal chandeliers were gathered like stars across the ceiling, displaying a golden glow over the grand ballroom of the Annual Billionaires & CEOs Gala. Every corner eas heard the voices of the world's most influential brand representatives, entrepreneurs, investors, politicians, and media crews.Tonight, fortunes would be made.And reputations destroyed.Luxury cars lined the entrance as flashes from hundreds of cameras stayed through the night."That's the chairman of silverstone Holdings!""Isn't that the youngest tech billionaire in Europe?"The reporters barely had time to finish their questions before another red sleek limousine rolled to a graceful stop.The driver stepped out first.Then opened the door.A pair of silver heels touched the red carpet.The entire entrance fell silent.Serena Rose emerged with effortless elegance, wearing a midnight blue gown that flowed around her like liquid silk. Diamonds rested lightly against her neck, while her calm expression revealed not
The car ride back to the Rose estate was silent.Serena sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing City lights, but her mind was not there.It was still in that hall.Still in Adrian Moretti’s eyes.Still in the exact moment he had stood in front of her and looked confused.Not guilty.Not ashamed.Confused.As if she were a puzzle he couldn’t solve.Her fingers tightened slightly against her palm.How interesting.After everything.He still didn’t know.Julianna glanced at her. “You’re unusually quiet.”“I’m fine,” Serena replied automatically.But her reflection in the window wasn't admitting it.There was something unsettled in her eyes.Something sharp.Julianna didn’t press further, but her voice softened.“He noticed you.”That made Serena finally look away from the window.“Yes,” she said quietly.A pause.Then colder.“But not enough.”Her gaze dropped to her hands.Not enough to recognize her.Not enough to feel what she had felt.Not enough to suffer yet.A slow breath
The grand hall of the Rose International Summit took place under crystal chandeliers.Voices echoed softly across polished tiled floors. Influential CEOs, fashion investors, models, and business figures filled the space with quiet power.Adrian Moretti adjusted his cufflinks as he stepped inside.Cold.Controlled.Unbothered.At least on the surface.But something had been off since morning.That same feeling.That strange pull in his chest he couldn’t explain.As if something buried in his past was breathing again.“Sir, your seat is at the front table,” his assistant said.Adrian nodded once and followed.Across the hall.A different entrance opened.Julianna Rose stepped in first.And beside her.Serena.The room gently shifted.Not because of Julianna.But because of her.Serena walked with calm elegance, her posture straight, her expression composed. Her velvet suit caught the light with every step, soft yet commanding.She didn’t look nervous.She didn’t look uncertain.She look
Adrian Moretti stared at his phone long after the call had ended.The words echoed vividly in his ears."Sir. I think your wife may still be alive."Impossible.He had watched different search teams comb the forests, rivers, and highways for days after Oriana disappeared. Nothing had been found.No body.No belongings.No trace.Eventually, everyone had accepted the same conclusion.She was dead.So why did his chest feel so tight?His fingers held unto the phone until his knuckles turned white."Find out everything," he ordered coldly when he called his head of security. "I don't care how much it takes. I want every report, every witness, every security camera, every hospital record. Leave nothing untouched.""Yes, Mr. Moretti."The call ended.Adrian walked toward the floor to ceiling window of his office.Below, the city was filled with life.But his mind was elsewhere.A memory he had spent months trying to bury resurrected.Oriana standing in the rain.Her tear filled eyes fixed







