LOGINAlexander had already left the Vanderbilt family home.Once he was inside the car, he reached for the towel lying beside him and slowly wiped the damp marks from his clothes.Jonathan sat in the front passenger seat. He caught a glimpse of Alexander through the rear-view mirror and immediately looked away.Alexander's expression was cold and unreadable.Jonathan didn't dare ask what had happened.Instead of going to the Vanderbilt Group, Alexander instructed the driver to take him to Manston Manor.He thought Serena would still be there.But when he arrived, the servant informed him that she had already gone to the company.Alexander's gaze darkened slightly.He remembered that Wes's scandal was still spreading rapidly online. Serena had been dealing with one problem after another lately, and he knew she had barely had time to rest.Still, he wanted to see her.More than anything, he wanted to see her now.Especially after Frederick had struck him with a teacup earlier.The dull ache
Marken's alter ego slowly ran his fingers over the pinpricks scattered across his arms.The marks were densely packed, some barely faded while others remained dark against his skin. Years of injections had left behind a frightening map of tiny wounds, a grim reminder of everything his body had endured.His fingers lingered over them.“After being experimented on for so long, the one thing that kept me going was Serena.”His voice was strangely calm.“Alexander, you're my brother. You became the heir of the Vanderbilt family, and you married the woman I loved. Do you think that's fair?”He paused, his eyes darkening.“Besides, Serena originally loved me. She married you to save the Morales family.”Alexander's gaze settled on the exposed arm before him.The sight of those countless pinholes made his expression subtly change.The corner of Marken's alter ego's mouth slowly curved upwards.Since Marken had saved Serena the last time and deliberately fallen from the car, his personality h
Jonathan was already waiting downstairs.The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the sitting room, falling in pale strips across the polished marble floor. The house was unusually quiet, as though the entire estate were holding its breath.The moment Alexander appeared, Jonathan straightened and respectfully handed him a document.“Mr. Vanderbilt, this was delivered overnight. It’s Marken’s will.”Alexander took it without comment.Jonathan continued, his expression serious.“The fifteen per cent of Mr Cornelius Vanderbilt’s shares came with a condition attached before they could be transferred. Marken had to be dead. Since he’s still alive, those fifteen per cent belong to him.”He paused.“And today, he intends to return to the Vanderbilt Group as a senior executive.”Alexander’s eyes remained on the document.The Vanderbilt Group had experienced considerable turmoil in the past, but Alexander still held enough shares to retain absolute control. Even if he lost fiftee
The auction hall erupted into chaos.The elegant murmur of conversation that had filled the room only moments earlier had dissolved into a storm of whispers. Guests leaned towards one another, exchanging startled looks as they tried to make sense of what they had just witnessed.The reaction was particularly intense among the families with close ties to the higher-ups.When they saw Marken's alter ego standing openly in the middle of the hall, shock and unease flashed across their faces.Everyone remembered the experimental results Marken had produced back then.Those results had been highly coveted, and the higher-ups had never truly believed that Marken was dead. There had been quiet efforts to track him down and uncover his whereabouts.But no one had expected him to reveal himself so suddenly.And certainly not like this.His appearance had caught everyone completely off guard.Serena had already fled the hall.She pushed through the doors and stepped outside, the cool night air s
Lawrence reached over and gently touched Chiara’s head, but his attention was drawn to the unusual look in Lucca’s eyes.“Lucca?”Lucca leaned back against the sofa without answering.He quietly rolled his phone between his thumb and forefinger, his lowered lashes casting a faint shadow across his eyes. For once, the usual carefree expression was absent from his face.He slowly got to his feet.“Leave the phone.”Lawrence’s voice came again, firmer this time.Lucca glanced at him, then smiled lightly.“Lawrence, you’re awfully serious tonight.”He placed the phone on the table and headed upstairs without another word.Chiara, however, seemed to have forgotten about Lucca entirely. She continued clinging to Lawrence’s arm, her fingers lightly shaking his shoulder.“Lawrence, I had Wind go after Serena tonight. This time, it has to succeed. There can’t be another failure.”The warmth disappeared from Lawrence’s expression.His face immediately became stern.“Didn’t I tell you not to act
Meanwhile, back at Broadway Bar, Chiara and her group were still gathered in the private room, chatting and laughing as though nothing unpleasant had happened.The music outside was muted by the thick walls, leaving only the soft clinking of glasses and bursts of laughter inside.Becca reached across the table and took Chiara’s hand.“Don’t worry. I only gave her a little punishment to make her panic.”Chiara lowered her eyes, a faint smile touching her lips.“Becca, thank you.”“Why are you thanking me, Chiara? We’re friends.”As Becca said it, she lowered her gaze and stole a shy glance at Renzo.He was sitting nearby, his features calm and composed, seemingly paying no attention to their conversation.Becca quickly looked away, but the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her.---The police station was already surrounded by a large crowd.News of Wes’s arrest had spread through the internet at lightning speed.He had only recently won a major award and was currently one of the most
The stage glowed beneath a wash of golden light as Wes stepped up to receive his award. The applause rippled through the hall like a warm tide. Standing tall beneath the spotlight, he delivered his acceptance speech with practiced humility and genuine emotion.“I’m deeply grateful to E.A. Corporati
The hospital corridor was cloaked in silence, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the soft ticking of a wall clock. The sterile air smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain-soaked asphalt from the night outside.Renzo Reinaldi stood beside Alexander Vanderbilt, his hands s
The roar of the helicopter’s blades cut through the night, whipping the air into a frenzy. Below, chaos unfolded—vehicles twisted in heaps of metal, flames licking the dark sky, and the stench of burning fuel rising like smoke from hell itself.From the open hatch, Alexander leaned forward, scannin
Dear Gentle Readers,Buon Natale !!! How are you? Have you celebrated the Christmas? This author certainly hopes you are having a wonderful day (and celebration if you do celebrate Christmas) wherever you are, hope you are with your loved ones. Yours, E.C. p.s. this author has accidentally copy p







