ログイン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 shoved deep into the pockets of his dark overcoat. His voice was low but sharp, cutting through the quiet.
“Mr. Vanderbilt, tell me honestly—you never intended to get engaged to Chiara, did you?
Autumn had settled in quietly, but tonight the sky seemed intent on making itself known.Rain lashed against the world in relentless sheets, the heaviest storm of the season. Weather alerts had already been issued across several districts, warning of flooding and dangerous conditions. The sound of rain drumming against rooftops and stone pathways created a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm.Serena let out a soft sigh as she stepped out of the car, her gaze lifting toward the softly lit hot spring retreat ahead.So this was where Alexander had brought her.“Last time, during the hike, there was a natural hot spring you didn’t get to enjoy,” Alexander said, his tone unusually gentle. “So I found this place. You can soak, relax… and afterward, dinner’s already arranged.”The private hot spring area was secluded and elegant—just large enough to feel intimate without being confined. Clear mineral water shimmered beneath a thin veil of rising steam, and the surrounding stonework blended seamle
But the place Serena had in mind wasn’t Le Châteauesque Manor.It was the high school where she had first met Marcella.Saturday sunlight spilled lazily across the campus, warming the red-brick buildings and casting long shadows over the basketball court. The air buzzed with youthful energy—laughter, sneakers squeaking against polished ground, the rhythmic thud of a bouncing ball.Derek had a game today.Serena paused at the entrance and turned slightly. “Wait here,” she told Alexander.He didn’t answer, but she didn’t wait for one either. She stepped inside.The moment she reached the court, the scene unfolded before her in vivid motion—Derek cutting across the court like a blade, fast and precise. With a sharp pivot, he intercepted the ball, spun past a defender, and launched a clean three-pointer.The ball sliced through the air——and dropped perfectly into the net.Cheers erupted instantly, especially from the girls gathered at the sidelines. Their voices rose in excitement, brigh
Back in the car, Serena finally turned on her phone.Several unread messages from Alexander lit up the screen.[My head is still dizzy, but I have an international meeting tonight.][Are you planning to ignore me forever?][Since Grandpa passed away, you haven’t visited his grave. How about tomorrow?]Her fingers paused.She could ignore the first two. She had been doing that for days already.But the last message pressed down on her chest like a weight.Tomorrow was Saturday.After a long moment, Serena typed a short reply.[10 a.m. tomorrow.]On the other end, Alexander had assumed the vibration was just another system notification. He glanced at his phone absentmindedly—then froze.The documents in his hand nearly slipped from his fingers.He stared at her reply for several seconds, as if afraid it might disappear if he blinked.[Okay!]The single word looked almost childish on his screen.He immediately followed up.[I know it wasn’t you who did that to Grandpa. I was just too ang
Marken’s alter ego—the man seated before him—tilted his head back with an easy confidence, exhaling smoke from a half-finished cigarette. The gesture was almost lazy, but the look in his eyes betrayed a sharpened edge, the kind honed through years of surviving chaos. He was nothing like the Marken Vanderbilt that the world remembered.The original Marken had been refined, soft-spoken, almost scholarly in demeanor. This man, however, radiated danger—a creature reborn from the ashes of death.Marken had been presumed dead for nearly seven years. Renzo had spent months quietly investigating the Vanderbilt family, confirming rumors that someone had been posing as Marken’s surviving heir. But when he finally saw this man in person—so strikingly similar to Alexander Vanderbilt—it left little doubt.Marken Vanderbilt was alive.Or at least, a version of him was.The alter ego smirked faintly, picking up his wine once more and letting the liquid roll against the rim before taking a sip. He st
After hanging up, Alexander stepped into his Manhattan villa. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt almost accusatory. He went straight to his room, showered under scalding water until the steam fogged the mirror, and then—without hesitation—blocked all of Chiara’s phone numbers.When he finally collapsed onto the bed, his hand instinctively reached toward the other side, as if expecting someone to be there. But his fingers met only the cool, empty sheet. A faint ache tugged at his chest. He brushed his fingertips over his lips—still faintly remembering the taste of rain and Serena.At least he’d kissed her tonight. For that alone, getting drenched had been worth it.But sleep refused to come. After a few minutes of tossing in bed, he got up, restless, and went back into the bathroom. He turned the water tap to the coldest setting and stepped into the bathtub. The icy shock bit into his skin, a punishment and a release all at once. He stayed there the whole night, submerg
Half an hour later, Edmund’s car rolled to a stop at the gated entrance of Manhattan Villa, its tires crunching softly over the gravel driveway. The night was unusually quiet, thick with tension. Before the engine had even gone cold, Edmund’s phone lit up — Alexander was calling.Serena, utterly drained from days of overtime and the emotional chaos of the evening, had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Her head rested gently against the window, moonlight tracing the faint outline of her lashes.When Alexander arrived and opened the car door, the sight that greeted him made him pause. Serena, fast asleep, her expression unguarded, almost fragile. His eyes hardened, shifting to Edmund.“Why is she in your car?” Alexander’s voice was clipped, his tone cool but edged with suspicion.Edmund didn’t even flinch. “Someone tried to kill her. A professional assassin — the kind that never misses. If she dies, Miriam will think it was me.”The admission was bitter. He wasn’t here out of loyalty
Chapter 28 is dedicated to Chong, this author will always remember that pink flower everywhere now because of you. ***Before approaching her, Alexander paused. He smoothed down the front of his tailored suit, straightened his cuffs, and adjusted his tie until every crease was gone. Only when his r
An hour later, Alexander stepped out of the hospital room, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. The sterile white corridor smelled faintly of disinfectant and rain—the faint trace of a storm that had passed earlier. His shoulders were tense, his jaw set, as if each drag of smoke might somehow s
The underground parking lot of E.A. Corporation was dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights echoing faintly against the concrete walls. Serena’s heels clicked sharply as she stepped out of her car, her reflection gliding across the glossy black hood. The air smelled faintly of gasoline and metal—s
The late afternoon sun spilled across the Manhattan streets, gilding the tops of cars in a molten shimmer. Alexander Vanderbilt gripped the steering wheel, his thoughts tangled and heavy. He was on his way to pick up Chiara, yet his mind—no matter how he tried to discipline it—kept circling back to







