ログイン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
Becca didn’t dare say another word. She had seen Alexander in Italy before, and the memory was enough to make the color drain from her face. Fear flickered in her eyes as she glanced at him, then at Serena.Still, she couldn’t resist throwing Serena one last hateful look before quickly following the others inside.Serena watched them disappear, but the uneasiness Renzo’s words had left behind remained.Mr. Vanderbilt, I hope you won’t be too busy in a few days.What exactly had he meant?Before she could think about it any further, her attention shifted to the hand resting on her shoulder.Alexander’s hand.Several angry blisters covered his fingers and the back of his hand. Some had already begun to swell, while others looked irritated from being left untreated. Against his fair skin, they appeared particularly noticeable.Serena’s brows knitted together.She couldn’t help worrying that his beautiful hands might be permanently scarred.Alexander waited until everyone had disappeared
Serena’s fingers stilled.This was exactly what she had been doing lately—keeping her distance, watching, waiting.She had always been rational. This period was a test for Alexander. If he truly couldn’t change, then there was no reason for them to stay together.Yet somehow, seeing him like this only made her feel worse.“About earlier, I’m sorry.”“It doesn’t matter to me. You’ve always thought I was that kind of person anyway.”His words struck her harder than she expected.Before Serena could respond, the study door opened from the inside. Jonathan stepped out, his expression respectful.“Ms. Morales, let me take you back.”Serena lowered her eyes. “But…”“Mr. Vanderbilt is in a meeting. It will take several hours, and he’ll be very busy for the next few days.”She hesitated, but there was nothing more she could say.In the end, Serena had no choice but to leave.After Jonathan dropped her off, he returned to the study at Manston Manor. He still couldn’t understand what had happen
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
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
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 dr
The penthouse was cloaked in silence, save for the rhythmic ticking of a marble clock and the faint hum of the city below. Chiara sat curled on the cream velvet sofa, her expression dark and brooding. Ever since returning from dinner, her mood had soured like spoiled wine.Alexander.Even now, he c
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







