LOGINThe air in the hall was electric. The tension was palpable. And then, the announcement.By a single, decisive vote, JB was crowned champion.The victory was the key that opened Pandora's box. The truth about Victoria's first elimination, about Ellijah's sabotage, came to light.The malicious whispers that followed her through the hallways fell silent. The looks of contempt turned to reluctant respect. The title was hers. Deserved. Unquestionable.Overnight, JB's fame exploded.And Victoria finally proved to everyone—and more importantly, to herself—that she was not just Jackson Carson's wife.She was a force to be reckoned with.With the dust of battle settled, life began to find a new rhythm.Slowly, the light returned to Lara's eyes.In the quiet of a hospital room, Camila Ayres remained in a deep sleep, but her vital signs were strong. The doctors said it was only a matter of time.And the talented genius w
They remained crouched, an instinctive reflex against the shockwave, before standing up, their eyes fixed on the inferno consuming the car.Inside the Bentley, Victoria froze, Lara's body a fragile, trembling weight in her arms. The fire danced before her eyes, an unreal and terrifying image.Then instinct took over. She handed Lara to the bodyguard, the order a hoarse whisper, and leaped from the car, running toward Jackson.She reached him, her gaze shifting from the burning inferno to his face, suddenly fearing the fire had touched him. Her eyes instantly reddened.“Honey, are you okay?”“I'm fine. It's over,” he said, pulling her into his arms, a safe haven in the carnage. “He's dead.”She nodded, hugging him tighter, her head resting on his chest, an unexpected and complex sadness settling in her heart. Ellijah was hateful, a monster. But death... was a terrible end. Even so, he had kidnapped Lara. He had t
Jackson turned, his gaze so cold it could freeze hell. “Mercy? He kidnapped my daughter. He tried to kill her.” A smile devoid of any warmth touched his lips. “I will have my revenge. Nolan, you'd better mind your own business. Ellijah's friendship wouldn't save you. Nothing would save you.”“Mr. Carson, I'm sorry for what he did,” Nolan's voice was that of a broken man, begging for a soul that was already lost. "What he did to Lara... is unforgivable. But he has mental problems. I only ask that you go easy on him. He broke the law, he must be punished. But please... allow me to send him to a psychiatric hospital first. He needs treatment. Then he can go to prison.It was the last thing he could do for Ellijah. The last act of a dead friendship.Jackson, who didn't know the depth of Ellijah's madness, frowned, his gaze shifting from Nolan's pleading face to the bloody, unconscious figure in the wreckage. “I don't care if
With his hands in his pockets, Ellijah's voice was a hollow whisper, his cloudy eyes staring into nothingness.“Now... I just want Lara.”Thick clouds swallowed the sky, casting an unhealthy light on his face, transforming him into a demon that had crawled out of hell.Nolan stared at him, his voice a plea.“Don't be foolish, Ellijah. Let her go. Confess. I'll go with you, if you need me to.”A mocking laugh escaped Ellijah's lips.“Stop wasting your time, Nolan. I'm not handing her over.”“Mr. Danniels, please stop!” Erike begged, her voice breaking. “The Carsons are on their way!”Mr. Carson will never forgive you! Hand the girl over before it's too late!“Ellijah ignored him, his gaze distant.”Erike, when I'm gone, take care of my studio. With practice, you will become a great talent," his voice was heavy, the words of a man making his wil
In the car, Lara struggled. The lollipop, the sweet promise that had lured her into the trap, fell onto the upholstery, forgotten. Her small body shook uncontrollably. She looked at the face of the man beside her, now a stranger, a monster.“I... I want to go home...” Her voice was a trembling whisper.“Be good, Lara. I'll take you to your new home,” he said, his voice indifferent, as he stroked her head, the gesture a desecration.Tears ran hot and silent down her cheeks.“I... want to go home...”“Don't you want to go to your new home?” he coaxed her, his voice sickly sweet. “You'll have lots of lollipops. And I'll take good care of you.”But she couldn't stop crying. She wanted her mother. Her father. Her brother. Her little sister. She wanted her pretty dresses.She didn't want the “new home.” She wanted her life back.“Don't cry, my dear. I'll take good care of
“I heard that the federal police are coming to investigate the legitimacy of your company and the illegal acts you committed abroad. Mr. Danniels, let's get out of here. You'll be safe when you get to Paris,” Erike's voice was a desperate whisper, the words stumbling over each other.The police here couldn't touch him in Paris. Extradition would take time, and without concrete evidence, he would be safe. But here... here the federal police weren't coming for a visit. If he didn't leave now, it would be the end.“Please, I'm begging you. Let's hide for a while. You can still live comfortably with your reputation abroad.”Ellijah's face was a mask of restrained fury. After a long, heavy silence, he asked, his voice icy:“Did Jackson call the federal police?”“I'm not sure, but can we get out of here first?” Erike almost knelt.Ellijah's gaze fixed on the hospital building, one last, possessive look in its di







