MasukJulia chuckled softly, her hands still folded across her chest, but the sound carried no amusement. It was dry, hollow, edged with disbelief. “So you’re admitting you hit Lisa and destroyed the evidence?” she asked calmly, her eyes fixed on Bella.Bella’s face drained of colour. Her lips trembled, and her whole body shook as though the floor beneath her had suddenly turned unstable. “I—I…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.Before she could finish, an arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders from behind. Bella gasped and turned, only to see Jack standing there. The moment her eyes met his, she released a shaky breath, as if she had just been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.“Bella meant to say the dashcam got wrecked,” Jack said coldly, cutting in without hesitation. “So the video you showed is fake.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes burned with hostility as they locked onto Julia. “Julia, you’re downright vicious. You framed B
The large screen at the front of the hall flickered once, then steadied, bathing the entire room in a cold white glow. Conversations died instantly. Even the clinking of glasses stopped, as if the air itself had been sucked out of the space. Every eye lifted toward the screen, drawn by a tension that suddenly felt heavier than fear.Instantly, the dashcam footage filled the screen.A sleek car sped through the night, the city lights blurring at the edges. Bella sat behind the wheel, one hand gripping it too tightly, the other holding a phone pressed to her ear. Her laughter rang through the speakers, careless and unsteady. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m not drunk,” she said, her voice loose, dismissive. The speedometer needle climbed higher. Outside, the traffic light ahead glowed red, steady and unforgiving.She didn’t slow down.Gasps erupted in the hall.From another angle on the screen, a red car approached the intersection, moving carefully, legally. Inside sat Lisa Collins. Her fac
“Julia is under my protection,” William said, his voice low but solid, as he turned from Julia to face Jack fully. The faint clatter in the hall died instantly, as though every sound understood the weight behind those words. “Hurt her, and you’ll regret it.”The atmosphere in the hall shifted sharply. Until this moment, fear had worn many faces, but now something else crept in. Anticipation. Two powerful men stood opposite each other, each with a reputation that could silence rooms and ruin lives. Guests who had been whispering moments earlier now held their breath. Some clutched their bags closer, others leaned back instinctively, as though distance alone could shield them from the collision about to happen. Julia stood quietly between histories that had tried to break her, her spine straight, her expression unreadable.Jack released a slow breath and adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders as though settling into a confrontation he had long anticipated. He folded his arms ac
"Jack?" Julia whispered, the name falling from her lips like broken glass. She stared at him closely, as though the name itself carried thorns that pricked her skin with every syllable. Her brows drew together slowly, confusion and old pain crossing her face in waves as memories she had carefully buried deep within herself clawed their way violently back to the surface. Four months ago, the night rain had been absolutely relentless, pouring down in thick sheets that soaked the pavement and blurred the city lights into long streaks of white and gold. The world had been reduced to water and darkness, but Julia hadn't cared. She had chased after Jack's car barefoot, her slippers forgotten somewhere far behind her on the wet sidewalk. Her lungs burned with exertion, her chest ached with desperation, but she didn't stop running until her trembling fingers finally wrapped around the damp sleeve of his expensive coat as he reached to unlock his car door."I swear I didn't hit Lisa," she
“Stop!”The single word thundered through the banquet hall like a gunshot. Conversations died instantly. The screams that had filled the air seconds earlier were swallowed whole, replaced by a stunned, suffocating silence. Every head turned at once toward the entrance.A tall man stepped in, his presence commanding without effort. He was dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit, his movements calm, measured, and unhurried, as though chaos had not been unfolding moments earlier. His eyes were cold, observant, and piercing, sweeping across the hall with quiet authority.“Jack Collins?” voices rose in unison from different corners of the hall, disbelief thick in the air.Whispers followed immediately, overlapping each other in a restless wave.“That’s Jack Collins.”“He’s really here?”“He’s one of the top elites in New York, on par with William Austin.”A woman leaned toward her companion, lowering her voice but failing to hide her excitement. “He recently partnered with Hurst Corp.
"Julia, you've mastered the art of emotional blackmail," Bosco snapped, his voice hoarse and ragged but still somehow dripping with arrogance despite the fear that lingered visibly in his eyes. Even now, cornered and desperate, he clung to his superiority like a drowning man clutching driftwood.Julia's gaze hardened into something cold and sharp. She took a slow, deliberate step closer to him, folding her arms across her chest once more. "Bosco," she said coolly, each word precise and cutting, "it truly baffles me how you can be this confident that everything in this world revolves around you." Her lips curled slightly at the corners, not quite a smile but something far more dangerous. "You honestly believe I would destroy a woman's birthday celebration, risk the wrath of William Austin himself, and expose my own scars just to gain your attention?"Her words landed like consecutive slaps across his face.William let out a low, genuinely amused laugh beside her, shaking his head s







