MasukSerena’s face turned pale. Jane gasped in shock, her lips parting as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. But Leo’s face remained completely neutral, unreadable.The two women froze, hearts pounding, as the tension in the hallway thickened like ice. The bodyguards didn’t hesitate. They grabbed Serena and Jane by the arms, forcing them toward the restroom door just as Leo had instructed.“Let go of me!” Jane shouted, struggling and kicking wildly. Her high heels clicked against the marble floor as she twisted her wrists, trying to break free. “Do you know who my father is?! He will not let you off for this! You all will regret this!”Her voice echoed down the quiet corridor, but Leo didn’t even blink.“Your father should come to me then,” Leo said, his tone flat and cold.The calmness in his voice was more frightening than anger. Even the guards felt the pressure in the air. Serena’s legs wobbled slightly.Leo’s gaze dropped to the small pepper spray can that had fallen from Ja
Vivienne turned on the tap, the cold water rushing over her fingers. The blood from the small cut slowly washed away, staining the sink red before disappearing down the drain. She winced slightly as she rubbed her hand under the water.Evelyn stood beside her, holding a few tissues. “Does it sting?” she asked softly, her voice filled with worry.Vivienne nodded. “A little,” she said, trying to smile. “But I’ll be fine. It’s just a small cut.”Evelyn frowned and stepped closer, her eyes scanning the wound. “Are you sure there’s no piece of glass stuck in there? Sometimes it hides under the skin,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.Vivienne stopped washing for a moment, turning her hand to look carefully. “No, I don’t think so,” she said slowly. “It just feels sore.”“How did you fall when your heel isn’t high?” Evelyn asked, looking at Vivienne’s shoes.“I thought the same,” Vivienne agreed quietly. “For a second, I felt like someone pushed me or maybe tripped me. But when I looke
The ballroom glowed brighter now, filled with laughter. But while everyone looked relaxed and cheerful, Evelyn couldn’t shake off the strange tension building inside her. She felt like someone was watching her every move.She tried to calm down, thinking it was because of the crowd. She was never used to being in crowded places.She and Emily had seen earlier when she and George arrived. Emily had asked her why she didn’t want to go after Jane, and she had said that she wanted to let go of everything. Emily didn’t pressure her and let her be since she knew that Evelyn, who had borne the pain, didn’t want to avenge.“Are you really okay?” George asked Evelyn as he handed a glass of juice to her.He knew she wasn’t comfortable being there. Evelyn had only agreed to come because he asked her to accompany him. George had to attend the party not as Denovon’s assistant but as a close friend to Leo.“Yeah, I’m fine,” Evelyn said with a small smile, trying to be calm.George nodded, though he
The grand hotel glowed with soft golden lights, its glass doors opening and closing as guests walked in, dressed in their finest clothes. Luxury cars lined the driveway, one after another.Emily stepped out of the car, her hand tucked neatly in Denovon’s. She wore a simple yet elegant gown that shimmered softly under the lights. Denovon, in his tailored black suit, looked every bit the powerful man he was—calm, confident, and composed.The hotel was buzzing with life. Waiters moved gracefully across the marble floor, carrying trays of champagne and appetizers. The faint sound of live music floated from the hall ahead.“This place looks beautiful,” Emily said softly, glancing around as they walked toward the entrance.Denovon gave her a small smile. “Leo’s father doesn’t do anything halfway,” he replied in his steady, low voice.Just as they reached the entrance of the main hall, another car pulled up behind them. Richard Rowland and his wife, Sophia, stepped out. Today was Mr. Blake’s
George stood on the balcony of his apartment, the night breeze brushing gently against his face as he answered the phone. The city below glowed with light, but his mind was fixed on the deep voice coming through the line.“Sir?” he said respectfully as Denovon’s tone came through.“It’s about Evelyn,” Denovon said calmly. “My wife and I ran into the person she said bullied her.”George’s hand tightened slightly on the phone. “Jane Turner?”“Yes,” Denovon replied. “My wife wants her to pay for everything she did, but I told her you would handle it. You know what to do, right?”George let out a slow sigh. “I know what to do, sir. But Evelyn doesn’t want revenge.”He remembered the day Evelyn told him everything — how she had been bullied, how deeply it had scarred her, and how it had made her hate Emily for years. When she had finally opened up, he had checked the marks on her body, and each one told a painful story. It broke something inside him. He had wanted to go after those who hur
Emily sat beside Denovon at the back seat of the car, her fingers twisting restlessly in her lap. The low hum of the engine filled the silence, but it did nothing to quiet the storm in her heart. Her chest still tightened with anger all over again.Earlier at the mall, she had wanted to call the police right there and make Jane pay for everything she did to Evelyn. But Denovon had pulled her back, stopping her before she could make the call, and Jane had taken that chance to run off with her sister, Serena.Emily turned her head slightly, looking at Denovon beside her. His arm rested along the back of the seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead through the tinted glass. Even though his face looked calm, she could tell from the tightness of his jaw that he was deep in thought.“Hubby,” she called softly.Denovon turned to her immediately, his expression softening the moment their eyes met. “Hmm?”“Was there really nothing we could have done?” Emily asked in a low, frustrated voice. “Jan







