LOGINThe luxury lounge was still full of soft music and the sound of people clinking glasses, but for Judith Sterling, everything had gone cold. She sat at the table, staring at the pile of cash Fred had thrown at her. It was more money than most people earned in a month, but it felt heavy and shameful in her purse. It was the price of her pride, the final payment for a relationship that had just ended in front of everyone.With shaking hands, she put the money away and stood up. Her head felt a bit dizzy from the drinks, but the pain of being rejected made her realize she had no other choice. She walked out of the lounge and called for a taxi.When the car pulled up to the front of the Sterling Manor, Judith’s heart sank. The big gates were wide open, and the driveway was messy with scraps of paper and dust. Leonard was standing there, looking smaller and more tired than she had ever seen him. He was surrounded by four large suitcases that looked much too heavy for him to carry alone.Jud
Leonard hung up and immediately called his sister, Judith. He needed a way to get his bags to Ophelia’s apartment, and he didn't even have enough money to pay for a taxi or a van."Judith, I need a favor," Leonard said quickly. "I’m out. The house is gone. I need you to tell your boyfriend, Fred, to bring his car. I have several large suitcases and some things I couldn't leave behind. I need him to pick me up right now and take me to Ophelia’s."At that moment, Judith Sterling was sitting in a very expensive lounge. She was already having her second drink, and she was feeling a bit dizzy. Fred Thompson sat across from her, looking bored and annoyed with their date.Judith put her phone down and looked at Fred with a careless smile. "Hey, babe. That was Leonard. He is in trouble. He needs you to drive to the house and pick him and his bags up. He is moving into Ophelia’s place for a bit."Fred’s eyes became narrow, and he put his glass down on the table very hard. The nice feeling of t
The weekend had passed in a heavy, quiet way. For several days, the private investigation team had been working day and night. They were busy tracing the life of Desmond Roland through old police records and small neighborhood bars. Lucas stayed close to his computer, his mind constantly thinking about the best time to tell the truth. He knew this secret would take away everything Serah had stolen. Every time he looked at the DNA report, he felt a strong, protective love for Selene. He wasn't just holding a piece of paper, he was holding the key to her peace.But another Monday had arrived, bringing the weight of the Yates family’s future with it. The morning sun moved across Lucas’s desk, lighting up the thick stack of papers bound in dark blue leather. These were the final terms for the Kimberlite Experience, the big project that would join the Yates name with the famous Jameson family.Lucas stood by the window, looking at his reflection. He felt a deep sweetness in his heart knowi
The night was very quiet, but inside Lucas’s office, the air felt heavy with secrets. He had been sitting in the same spot for nearly an hour, his eyes fixed on the glow of his computer screen. Just as he was about to finish for the night, a new message flashed on the screen from his investigation team. It was marked... URGENT.Lucas clicked it open. His heart started to beat faster as he read the first few lines. The investigators had moved past Serah’s school years and into her early twenties. They had found an old medical record from a small clinic that had been closed down years ago.The document was a DNA report that had been hidden in a private file for a very long time. It was never meant to be seen by the Henry family. Lucas felt a cold shock as he looked at the names on the paper.The report stated very clearly that Anna was not the biological child of Selene's father, Edward Henry.Lucas leaned closer to the screen, his mind racing. If Edward wasn't her father, then who was?
The evening sun dipped low over the California coast, painting the sky in warm, gentle colors as the day began to fade. Inside the penthouse, the air was still and calm. Selene had finally finished the last of the papers for the Jameson partnership and was resting on the sofa, watching the waves through the large glass windows. Lucas, however, was still in his office. He had the door closed, and the only light in the room came from his computer screen.He clicked on the secret file his investigation team had just sent. He felt a deep, protective love for Selene; he was doing this to protect her heart and her future, making sure she would always be safe from those who meant her harm.The file opened to show old documents from thirty years ago. They were from a small, quiet town where Serah had grown up. The first page was an old school record, but it wasn't the grades that caught Lucas's eye. It was a formal letter from the school leaders.As Lucas read, his face became very serious. T
The days after the big opening were very busy but happy at the Yates home. While everyone in California was still talking about how successful the Blue Core building was, inside the penthouse, things were quiet and peaceful.Lucas spent Monday morning in his home office, but he wasn’t alone. Selene sat right next to him at the big desk. Together, they were finishing the papers for the "Kimberlite Experience." This was the new project Larry Jameson wanted to be part of, and Lucas wanted every detail to be perfect."I think we should explain more about the history of the gems for the Jameson family," Selene said softly, pointing at the computer screen. She looked very professional, but the happy look in her eyes showed she really loved working by his side. "It’s not just about making money, it’s about the story of the earth. That’s what Larry liked the most when we spoke."Lucas nodded and kept typing. "You’re right. He wants a project that has a real heart, not just a business deal." H
The 4:00 AM fog of Los Angeles was a thick, gray shroud that clung to the windshield of the nondescript rental car Selene had slipped into. To save the "Elena" personality, she had shed the emerald silk and the chestnut wig, replacing them with a nondescript hoodie, dark jeans, and a baseball cap.
Inside the high-tech command center of Yates Tower, the walls were covered in glowing blue screens. Selene stood wrapped in a thick, dry blanket Lucas had thrown over her shoulders. She looked pale and small against the massive technology, her eyes fixed on a single red dot moving across a digital
The dining room of the Thorne estate was an architectural marvel of cold marble and sharp edges, much like the woman who sat at the head of the table. Margaret Thorne did not believe in casual meals. To her, dinner was a tactical briefing, and tonight, the air was thick with the scent of roasted me
The ride back to the Thorne estate was a nightmare of silence. Selene sat in the back of the Sterling SUV, her skin still buzzing from where Lucas had held her. She felt like a marked woman. Jason was watching her from the front seat, his eyes cold in the rearview mirror. He didn't know about the s







