تسجيل الدخولVictorias POV “Why won’t she let us pick her up?” I vented to Nicole, pacing the room. “She came to my house yesterday, soaked to the bone. It’s obvious things with her husband have gotten worse since that… mistress moved in. And him claiming it’s for the child she’s carrying—give me a break.” Nicole nodded thoughtfully. “She probably just wants to end things on her own terms. That’s all.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Argh! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you both. These crazy men don’t deserve you!” “Well,” Nicole said quietly, almost to herself, “at least she had the guts to leave him after everything he did to try and break her.” I realized I’d struck a nerve—she wasn’t wrong, but the last thing I wanted was for Nicole to feel guilty or think she was the problem because that was far from the truth “Yeah, I know. Well… no more sad talk. But I do want to know one thing, Nicole. What exactly happened with the eggs—the IVF you were planning? Why cheat
Amara's POV Finally, I was getting discharged today. I don’t think I could have survived another day trapped in that suffocating silence and confinement. Victoria had called earlier, offering to pick me up, but I had turned her down. “It’s fine,” I said. “Darius is on his way, and I’ve already agreed to let him come.” Her voice, though gentle, was insistent. “Are you sure, Amara? You don’t have to do this alone…” I let out a small laugh, trying to calm both of us. “It’s okay, Victoria. I told him to come. After that, I’ll head straight to the mansion to collect my things—and the signed divorce papers. He just wants to talk.” A long sigh drifted through the line. “Alright… we’ll be waiting. We need to finalize the plan for your move to New York and the launch. I can’t believe this is really happening—you, building your own company from scratch and collaborating with one of the biggest fashion houses.” I smiled, feeling a spark of pride I hadn’t felt in a long time. “I know.
LENA'S POV Running the company was far more exhausting than I had anticipated. Endless meetings, power plays, and board members still casting suspicious glances my way—it was a test of patience. But I didn’t blame them. I had leverage, and they all knew it. Every secret, every little piece of dirt I had collected ensured they would never challenge me. I was untouchable. My phone buzzed. It was the man I’d hired to handle that premature brat. “I couldn’t track the child,” he reported. “After being left at the orphanage, someone bought him. Whoever it was covered their tracks perfectly.” A flicker of irritation ran through me. “I told you to eliminate him. Who went behind my back?” He hesitated, then added, “Nurse Mary… she decided to play hero. The child is gone—probably sold off. But if you ask me, that’s still a good outcome.” I smirked, thinking how audacious she must have felt, believing she could interfere with my plans. Yet, somehow, her meddling had worked in my favor
Elizabeth’s POV William returned to the room the next morning, and the moment he stepped in, the scent hit me—sex, arrogance, entitlement. He barely glanced my way before heading straight for the shower. My skin crawled at his shamelessness. But it didn’t matter. My plan was already in motion, and aligning with his mother had been the smartest choice I’d made. She promised to keep Nanny Vicky on birth control, ensuring she would never carry her son’s child. I didn’t need love from William; I needed security. With Liam leaving soon, my own nights would become dull again—but I was determined to make William see exactly what he’d been missing. I had to play this carefully. His attachment to that other woman was strong, just as his mother had warned. If I wanted to claim his attention, I’d have to use his ego against him, turn his own desires into my weapon. Later that day, my hands trembled as I drove out of town, following the address from the mysterious letter. I had never been
Darius POV Just as she promised, the divorce papers had arrived at the mansion. I woke that morning to find them among the mail, and a surge of anger ripped through me. I couldn’t help but sweep everything within reach off the table, letting frustration take over. “Who does she think she is… divorcing me, leaving me like this?” I muttered, fists clenching. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Helen bounding down the stairs in her crisp new school uniform. True to form, the spoiled brat yelled immediately. “Darius! I need breakfast! Make me something quickly!” I ignored her as she stepped closer, but her eyes caught sight of the divorce papers. Her tone shifted instantly, laced with excitement. “Aren’t you going to sign it? Do it quickly and get rid of that woman so Lena can move in already!” Her words made my blood boil. She idolized Lena like some kind of superstar, but this fan-girl obsession was getting out of hand. I stared her down, irritation burning in my eyes,
Alex's POV We arrived at James’s mansion with Sam, and the moment we stepped inside, the staff quickly rushed him to the infirmary. Every move was precise—he needed to be treated, the bullet removed, and his wounds cleaned and carefully bandaged. I stayed close, watching silently as the medics worked, my mind on edge with every step of the procedure.Once Sam was asleep, stabilized and resting in one of the guest rooms, James and I left the infirmary and began walking down the hall. The faint aroma of dinner reached us, and then I heard her—Emily, shouting James’s name in mock exasperation, gesturing for us to hurry. She had clearly already prepared everything.When she spotted me, her face lit up and she ran forward, wrapping me in a warm hug. “It’s been a while, brother,” she said, her smile genuine. Then, her tone shifted slightly, teasing. “And what are you doing in town? I hope you’re not dragging my husband into your crazy world again.” I chuckled, shaking my head. Emily alwa







