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Last Box

Penulis: Garnet
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-09 09:43:54

Melowie

The silence in the penthouse had an echo to it now.

It was a hollow, dead sound, the kind that settled over a place after everything warm had been stripped away.

I stood in the center of the living room, my shoes resting on the dark hardwood floor where the rug used to lie.

The boxes were all stacked by the private elevator, four small cardboard cubes containing three years of a quiet life. There were no luxury dresses nor gold bracelets Noel had bought me for anniversaries. And de
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    Noel Inside lions bee's dining room, my father sat across from me at a small round table, sipping a red wine with practiced ease of a man who had never known a day of panic in his entire life.George Varess had been missing for nearly five months.While the company burned, while my mother waged her vicious media campaigns, and while the Veyra Group systematically swallowed our secondary equity blocks, my father had been tucked away in his villa in St. Moritz, completely detached from the fallout.Until tonight.He had called my private line three hours ago, requesting a "quiet dinner between father and son." "You look dreadful, Noel," my father remarked softly, setting his crystal glass onto the white linen tablecloth. His sharp blue eyes, the same shade as mine... scanned my sunken cheeks, the dark shadows under my eyes, and the slight tremor in my fingers as I cut into my steak. "You’re letting this business consume you.""The company is undergoing a hostile takeover, Dad," I ras

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss   I Knew What It Was

    NoelThe lift rose to the top floor of the Veyra Estate in complete, suffocating silence.I arrived forty minutes before the scheduled follow-up negotiation. I hadn't slept in nearly forty-eight hours. My suit was dark, my tie knotted tight, but beneath the tailored wool, every nerve ending in my body felt raw, exposed, and bleeding.The media circus outside the estate gates had reached a fever pitch following my mother's leak to the Financial Times. Dozens of news vans lined the perimeter road, satellite dishes pointed at the sky, reporters shouting questions into live lenses every time a tinted sedan slowed near the iron bars.When the lift doors slid open, the floor was eerie in its quiet.The usual bustle of junior associates and paralegals was gone. The Veyra Group had cleared the wing, locking down administrative access to keep the press spotlight from penetrating the inner sanctum. A sole security guard checked my credentials, pointed toward Melowie's corner office, and steppe

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss   Wait... what ?

    MelowieInside my private study, the air was dead silent, heavy with the sharp scent of stale espresso and cold rain.I stood behind my desk, holding a heavy crystal paperweight between my fingers, my eyes fixed on the live television monitor mounted on the wall. The news ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen in violent, bright red letters:VEYRA-VARESS TAKEOVER SCANDAL: HEIRESS ACCUSED OF THREE-YEAR CALCULATED CORPORATE REVENGE.Beside me, Nathan stood with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his jaw locked so tight the muscle beneath his ear was twitching."It's Adelina," Nathan said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "She's the only one with access to those framed court summary drafts. She leaked them to the Financial Times at midnight to turn the board against you before the arbitration line is locked.""I know," I said softly.My voice didn't shake. Adelina Varess thought a smear campaign could break me. She thought that by turning the European press into a weapon,

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss   My Child

    NoelMy heart stopped beating, dead in my ribs, as an agonizing, world-shattering thought finally broke through the fog of my denial.She had been hiding a child.My child.The floor seemed to drop out from beneath my feet. I staggered backward, my shoulder slamming against the cold marble pillar to keep from collapsing onto the polished hardwood.I turned around, blindly pushing through the crowd, my lungs screaming for air, my heart tearing itself to shreds inside my chest as I ran toward the exit doors, desperate to reach the dark navy folder before my heart stopped beating forever.I drove back to the penthouse like a man fleeing a burning building, my hands slick with cold sweat on the steering wheel, my chest expanding and collapsing in violent, ragged gasps.A child.The words were an iron hammer beating against the inside of my skull, every strike shattering another layer of my sanity. What you missed. Nathan’s dark, venomous eyes. The six-month blackout. The quiet nursery mo

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss   What does that mean ?

    NoelThere was a charity gala at the Grand Hôtel. It was a sea of glittering crystal, and quiet, ruthless sharks.I hadn't touched a drop of alcohol all evening. I stood near the marble pillars, my black tuxedo feeling like a straitjacket, my eyes sweeping the grand ballroom. The arbitration meeting had ended four hours ago. The Veyra Group had formally integrated their equity block, and while the room buzzed with polite laughter and classical violin strings, every single corporate executive in Geneva was watching me.They were watching a dying king wander through his own court.Melowie hadn't attended. But her brother had.Nathan Veyra stood near the terrace doors, surrounded by two private wealth managers and a foreign diplomat. He wore an immaculate, bespoke dark tuxedo, his posture rigid, his sharp jawline set in a permanent line of cold disdain. He looked every bit the protective Veyra heir—unapproachable, dangerous, and utterly loyal to his sister.I didn't care about the diplom

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss   Throwing tantrums?

    NoelSix hours felt less like legal proceedings and more like being locked in an airtight chamber while the oxygen slowly ran out.The mandated arbitration was supposed to settle the fallout from the Trans-Alpine Logistics buyout. Instead, it had turned into a grueling, high-stakes standoff. Eight lawyers sat on either side of the polished mahogany table, throwings briefs, regulatory precedents, and financial filings back and forth like crossfire.My mother had tried to attend, but Marcus Vance had practically barred the door, warning her that her presence would turn a delicate corporate mediation into a bloodbath. So I sat at the head of our legal team alone, my shirt sleeves rolled to my forearms, my tie loosened, my skin burning from lack of sleep.Directly across from me sat Melowie.She was stunning in a dark navy tailored blazer, her dark hair pinned up in a loose twist. For six agonizing hours, I had been forced to sit three feet away from her, watching her operate.The torture

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