ログイン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
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
The house was cloaked in silence when Marken stirred awake at midnight. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the dim kitchen as he quietly moved about, his shadow stretching long across the tiled floor. He opened the pantry, took out a few simple ingredients, and began to cook. The sizzle of oi
An hour later, Colton and Hugo arrived at the hospital.The air in the room was thick with antiseptic and grief. Outside, the city’s lights blurred against the rain-speckled window, their faint shimmer reflecting across Alexander’s pale, unreadable face. He sat motionless, elbows on his knees, eyes
The drop was dizzying, the bottom swallowed by mist. Her stomach twisted violently as the wind tore at her hair and clothes—until, with a jarring snap, a parachute burst open above her.From behind her came a voice—low, deep, and far too calm. Marken’s alter ego.“Serena,” he said, his tone drippin
* before you proceed, be advised that this is a 2nd book therefore it is best if you read the 1st book prior to reading this *Her phone vibrated. A message appeared from an unknown number:[Serena, follow the small path to your right. Walk about six hundred feet. Meet me there.]It was signed: Cor







