تسجيل الدخولClara’s POV“I want to say a special welcome to everyone gathered here tonight. It truly gladdens my heart to see that all of you honored my invitation.”Diva’s voice carried easily through the ballroom, warm and composed as she stood beneath the glow of the chandelier.She lifted her champagne glass with a smile.“To prosperous new years added to our ages.”Almost immediately, the entire ballroom followed.“To prosperous new years added to our ages.”The words echoed around the room as glasses rose into the air.Julian reached for another glass from a passing waiter and handed it to me without saying anything. I accepted it, then lifted my glass with everyone else.Diva smiled as she looked across the room, taking in the sea of raised glasses before bringing hers to her lips.The toast ended with another round of applause, and the atmosphere shifted almost instantly.The violinists picked up their music again as waiters began moving through the ballroom with trays of champagne, wine,
Clara’s POV The moment I stepped into the ballroom, I was swallowed by the noise. Conversations overlapped in every direction. Small groups stood in tight circles, laughing softly, shaking hands, exchanging numbers, and making quiet deals as though this were just another Tuesday night. Men in perfectly tailored tuxedos moved around the room with the easy confidence of people who never needed to introduce themselves, while women in diamonds and couture dresses drifted from one conversation to another as though they had been doing this their whole lives. This wasn’t only a birthday party. It was a marketplace too, the perfect place for rich and powerful people to connect, network, and make deals. The air was thick with expensive perfumes and colognes, so heavy it almost coated my tongue. My throat tightened. I was thirsty. I glanced around for a waiter and caught one just as he passed with a silver tray of champagne flutes. “Excuse me, please.” He stopped at once without saying a
Clara’s POV Everything about the Richmond estate whispered old money. Not the kind that needed headlines or social media hype to prove it, but the kind that had been building wealth for generations. As I stepped through the entrance doors, the scent of polished wood blended with beeswax, cedar, and the faint trace of expensive perfumes lingering in the air. It was warm, refined, and strangely comforting, the kind of scent that made the house itself feel busy and alive.My eyes wandered around the entrance hall without knowing where to settle first. A Baccarat crystal chandelier, easily the size of a small sedan, hung high above us, casting warm light across gleaming marble floors. Glass display cases lined the walls, each holding what looked like priceless Ming Dynasty porcelain and paintings I was almost certain belonged in museums instead of someone’s house.Guests drifted past it all as though none of it was unusual. Men wore Patek Philippe watches and other luxury timepieces that
Clara’s POV “Yes… how do you know that?” The question left my mouth before I could stop it. Julian took another bite of his toast, then pushed his plate a few inches away. He set his phone down on the table between us. “Siri, call Dr. Aris,” he said. The calm robotic voice answered immediately. “Calling Doctor Aris.” The phone began to ring. I stared at it, then looked back at Julian, still trying to figure out how he’d known exactly what had been bothering me before I’d even said a word. Before I could gather my thoughts, a deep, respectful voice came through the speaker. “Good morning, Mr. Cross,” the doctor said. “How can we help you to—” “Doctor Aris,” Julian said. The man fell silent immediately, the rest of his sentence dying on the other end of the phone. “Yes, Mr. Cross?” he replied. “Why is my father-in-law’s health update a day late?” Julian asked. A brief silence settled over the room. I found myself staring at Julian, still unable to understand how
Clara’s POV I quietly shook my head, picked up my fork, and took a bite of the scrambled eggs. They were warm, fluffy, and just as tasty as everything Laura made. We ate in silence for a few minutes. The only sounds were the quiet clink of silverware and the distant hum of the city far below. Julian ate like someone who cared more about getting fuel into his body than actually tasting the food. I watched him between bites and found myself still wondering how long he’d been awake. Then he set his fork down. “So tonight,” he said, “these are the things you should expect to see.” Of course. We couldn’t even make it through breakfast before he turned it into a business briefing. I kept my expression unreadable, took another bite of my scrambled eggs, and waited for whatever came next. “There’ll be roughly two hundred guests there,” he continued. “CEOs, board members, a few politicians, and at least three people who sit on the Genesis Oversight Council.” I kept my face neutral, but
Clara’s POVI slowly opened my eyes. The room was dark now, with only the soft light spilling out from the walk-in closet. My eyes drifted there automatically, settling on the sleek black safe built into the wall. It was still sitting there quietly, still locked, keeping every answer about my father’s poisoning hidden behind thick steel. I let out a small sigh and shook my head.“I really need to snap out of it,” I murmured to the quiet room.Then my gaze wandered toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.It was dark outside.“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath.I could have sworn I’d only closed my eyes a few minutes ago.So how the hell did it get this dark?Frowning, I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time.6:30 a.m.I blinked twice, frowned at the screen, then checked it again just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.I sat up slowly, still staring at the time on my phone.“No way…” I muttered under my breath.I fell asleep around six yesterday evening, an
The two guards stepped forward. One of them finally realized who was hiding beneath the black hoodie.“Mrs. Cross,” the taller guard said, her voice firm but respectful. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, but Mr. Cross’s instructions are clear. No one leaves the building without his authorization after 10 PM. E
The note burned against my palm like a live coal as Julian’s hand stayed heavy and possessive on my thigh the entire ride back to the penthouse. I didn’t dare unfold it in the car. One wrong move, one flicker of suspicion in those sharp eyes of his, and everything would crumble. Julian looked at
The Ferrari pulls into the penthouse garage, and the engine falls silent. Julian’s hand stays heavy on my thigh, pressing through the fabric of the cashmere coat. After seeing my father lying motionless in that hospital bed, a cold, calculated smile settles on my features.Beside me, Julian studies
There are a thousand ways to die in New York City. On this cold Friday night, falling sixty stories from a skyscraper balcony into the raging storm below almost feels merciful compared to facing the man waiting inside. “Vivian, hurry the fuck up. The system reboots in three minutes!” Markus voice c







