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The morning light filtered through the grand windows of the mansion, casting long, golden rays across the polished floors. The faint hum of activity could be heard from the kitchen as the chefs prepared breakfast.Ilda stood by the mirror in the hallway, adjusting the collar of her fitted dress. A triumphant smile curved on her lips. Today was the beginning of something new.Downstairs, Olivia sat at the dining table, scrolling through her phone, her other hand idly stirring a cup of tea. The soft clinking of the spoon against the porcelain was the only sound until footsteps echoed from the staircase.Christian appeared, neatly dressed in a tailored suit, his expression calm as he approached the table. He greeted Olivia with a brief nod. “Good morning, Mom.”Olivia glanced up and gave a half-hearted smile. “Morning, Christian.”Ilda entered right after, looking effortlessly stylish yet professional. Christian’s gaze softened as he saw her. As Christian sat down, he called one of the
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Olivia froze, her lips pressed into a thin line as Robert’s words sank in. “Old friend?” she hissed, her tone thick with resentment. “You must be delusional.”Robert smirked, stepping closer, his rugged face now more visible under the soft light streaming through the hallway. His once sharp features had grown slightly worn with age, but his piercing gaze remained the same intense and almost teasing. “Come on, Liv,” he whispered, his deep voice holding a familiar warmth. “Is that how you welcome your old flame?”Olivia's breath hitched, and for a moment, memories surged like a tidal wave late-night whispers, hidden glances, his rough hands tracing her skin when they thought no one was watching. She clenched her fists, pushing those thoughts away. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, her voice trembling.Robert’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “You still look beautiful when you’re angry,” he murmured, reaching out as if to touch her face. Olivia took a quick step back, her heartbeat hammer
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The ride to the office was smooth, but Ilda’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Dressed impeccably in a tailored beige blouse tucked into a dark pencil skirt, her long hair flowing gracefully down her back, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection in the car’s side mirror. The corners of her lips curled up with satisfaction. Finally, this was her moment walking into Christian’s company as his woman and the second boss.He barely spoke throughout the drive, his attention on some documents on his tablet. Ilda stole occasional glances at him, wondering if he even noticed how stunning she looked. When they finally pulled up at the towering glass building, she felt her heart beat faster. Christian stepped out first, and before Ilda could open her door, the security guard rushed forward, pulling it open for her with a polite bow.As she stepped out, Ilda adjusted her blouse, keeping her head high. Ilda relished the admiration or was it curiosity? in their eyes. She didn’t care. Tod
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The house was unusually quiet. Crystal sat alone in the living room, curled up on the plush, oversized couch. The faint hum of the TV was the only sound breaking the silence. She absentmindedly flipped through channels until the news caught her attention."Breaking News: The prestigious Blake Corporation has appointed Miss Ilda as the Vice President of Operations. CEO Christian Blake expressed his confidence in her abilities during a press conference earlier today..."Crystal's hands tightened around the remote. A rush of emotions overwhelmed her, and without thinking, she switched off the TV, tossing the remote onto the couch."Why can’t they just leave me alone...?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "They’re far away, but I still suffer from the pain."Just then, the door creaked open. Adrian stepped in, carrying a small bag from the hospital. His face looked weary, dark circles shadowing his eyes, but he stopped when he saw Crystal's distressed face."Hey," he greeted softly, rem
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A heavy silence lingered between them, both afraid to break the moment. Adrian’s heartbeat echoed in her ear, steady and reassuring, and for a brief second, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered.Crystal finally spoke, her voice muffled against his chest. “Why are you so kind to me?”Adrian pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his fingers still lightly grazing her shoulders. A hint of vulnerability crossed his face. “Because you deserve kindness, Crystal. You’ve been through so much... and I just want to see you smile again.”A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it quickly faded. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find happiness.”He cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone. “You will. I promise. And I’ll be right here to make sure of it.”A tear slipped down her cheek, and Adrian brushed it away, his gaze never leaving hers. Without thinking, she leaned into his touch, feeling her chest tighten with an emotion she
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The room fell into an eerie silence after Ilda’s mocking applause. Olivia’s heart raced, and she swallowed hard, her gaze darting between Robert and Ilda.“What are you doing here?” Olivia snapped, trying to regain her composure.Ilda let out a low chuckle, tilting her head as she studied Olivia. “I was just passing by when I heard... quite an interesting conversation. You really should be careful with your secrets, Olivia.”Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger. “You have no business here. Get out.”Ilda folded her arms, leaning against the doorframe, her smirk unwavering. “Oh, I think I do. You see, it’s not every day I get to hear the mighty Olivia Blake discussing her... past affairs. So, this is Robert, huh? The one who has you all twisted up inside.”“Watch your mouth,” Olivia warned, her tone ice-cold.Robert cleared his throat, stepping forward. “Ilda, this isn’t your concern.”Ilda turned her attention to him, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. “Oh, but it is. Because I’m just wonde
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The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the half-open window as Crystal moved quietly around Adrian’s room, dusting and straightening things up. She couldn’t help but notice how neat everything was almost too neat for a man who seemed so rough around the edges.She picked up a few scattered books and set them on the small shelf, glancing around to make sure she wasn’t touching anything too personal. As she moved to wipe the bedside table, her eyes landed on a small framed picture partially tucked behind a stack of old letters.Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for it. The picture showed a younger Adrian, smiling softly with his arm around a beautiful pregnant woman. Crystal’s heart ached at the sight she had never seen him smile like that before.Before she could study it further, her wet hand caused the glass frame to slip from her grip. Time seemed to slow as the frame fell to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.Her heart pounded in her chest as she
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Crystal didn’t turn. She kept walking, the sting of betrayal burning hotter than ever. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.Behind her, Betty turned to Evelyn and chuckled. “You see that? She's halfway out already.”Evelyn smirked. “Just a little more… and she’ll disappear for good.”They both burst into soft, victorious laughter as Crystal disappeared down the hallway, alone and broken once again.Crystal stepped into her small room and gently shut the door behind her. The silence was too loud. Her eyes wandered across the dim space: the worn-out chair in the corner, the neatly folded blanket on the bed, the window that barely let in light.Her heart ached.She stood still for a moment, the weight of everything crashing into her all at once. Adrian’s sudden outburst, the cruel taunts of Evelyn and Betty, the fake recording still echoing in her head. “I just want Crystal out of this house.”Her knees weakened. She sat slowly on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as they cl
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The grand hall of the Blake mansion was filled with urgent footsteps and low murmurs. Within minutes of Olivia’s collapse, the family’s private doctor, Dr. Halden, arrived, his medical kit in hand and concern etched deeply into his brow. He was led swiftly upstairs to Olivia’s room, where she had been laid gently on the bed by Christian and the house staff.Olivia looked pale, her skin clammy, and her breath came in slow, shallow waves. Though her eyes had opened faintly, she remained still and mute, her lips barely twitching as if she were trying to form words that simply wouldn’t come. Her once fierce gaze was now vacant — distant, trapped in a fog.Dr. Halden moved quickly and with practiced hands, checking her pulse, taking her temperature, and examining her eyes. “She’s stable, but barely,” he said gravely. “She’s regained consciousness, but she’s currently unable to speak or communicate properly. Her nervous system seems to be under a kind of strain — possibly induced by strong
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“Any news?” Christian asked without turning.John sighed, walking further in. “I spoke with our guys. All airport security stations have been notified — private hangars, commercial lines, even border patrol. His name, face, and passport numbers have been circulated. They’re all on high alert. If he tries to leave the country, he’ll be stopped.”Christian slowly turned, his eyes blazing.“So you’re telling me he hasn’t left yet.” He stepped closer, each word heavier than the last. “That means that bastard is still walking around… breathing my air… after everything he’s done to my family.”John nodded cautiously. “It’s very likely, yes.”Christian slammed his palm on the table, making a stack of files tremble. “Good! That means I still have time. I’m going to make sure he pays for every damn thing he’s done.”He started pacing, fists clenched at his sides.“He stole from my mother. He used her… betrayed her trust. And the nerve — the nerve — to use her private codes to drain her shares,
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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor flickered slightly, humming in the sterile silence that blanketed the space. Crystal sat stiffly on the metal bench, her hands clutched tightly together in her lap, her knuckles pale from the pressure. Her eyes, red and swollen from silent crying, remained glued to the double doors of the surgical theater.Each second that passed felt like a dagger to her chest.She kept whispering under her breath, "Please God… please… just let him be okay."The wall clock above ticked mockingly — its sound loud and hollow in the hallway. Crystal had no idea how long she had been sitting there. Time had lost all meaning the moment they wheeled Adrian away on that cold metal stretcher.She had begged to see him, just once, before the surgery…But they had refused.Now all she could do was wait…And hope.Suddenly, the doors burst open. Her heart skipped.A doctor in scrubs emerged — his mask lowered, sweat lining his brow. He pulled off his gloves slowly
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Before Ilda could form a response, heavy footsteps echoed down the grand staircase.Olivia descended slowly, dressed in a dark silk gown, her face lined with exhaustion and worry."What’s going on here?" Olivia asked, her voice tight, her eyes narrowing into suspicious slits.Christian didn’t answer directly.Instead, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit with a slow, deliberate motion, his jaw tight and a storm flickering in his eyes.With a sharp flick of his wrist, he threw a thick bundle of papers at Olivia’s feet.They scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, rustling against the marble tiles.Olivia bent down, her hands trembling as she picked up the papers, her perfectly manicured fingers struggling to grasp them. Her face paled, and a deep frown etched itself between her brows as her chest rose and fell in uneven, shallow breaths.Her eyes scanned the top sheet and her face slowly drained of all color.A deafening silence filled the room.Only the faint ticking o
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The heavy front door swung open with a deep, resonant groan, and Ilda stepped inside, her arms burdened with shopping bags and a small piece of luggage. A gust of cold, stale air greeted her, stirring a faint shiver down her spine. The workers, clad in crisp uniforms, rushed toward her, their footsteps tapping sharply against the marble floors.They wore polite smiles—too polite, too rehearsed—as they relieved her of her bags, their movements practiced and mechanical.The mansion swallowed her whole.It felt different.Too cold.Too empty.The grand hall stretched out before her, a cavern of gleaming marble and shadow. The once-warm chandeliers that used to bathe the entrance in soft gold light now flickered weakly, casting long, distorted.Ilda hesitated on the threshold, her heels clicking softly as she shifted her weight. She could hear the distant ticking of the grand clock in the main parlor, each second stretching out with painful slowness. The echoes of the workers’ footsteps r
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The late afternoon sun dipped lazily behind the hills, casting long shadows over the winding streets. Inside the luxurious midnight-black Rolls Royce, Ilda sat like a queen basking in her triumph.The car's interior smelled of rich leather and the faintest hint of her expensive perfume.Next to her, several luxury shopping bags, bearing logos of high-end brands, rustled softly as the car glided smoothly along the quiet road.Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over a bag of delicate pastries she had picked up, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.Victory tastes sweeter than anything money could buy.Today, she felt invincible — like she had the world spinning in the palm of her hand.Christian Blake — the once untouchable, arrogant businessman — was now no better than the dust under her feet.The memory of his shattered face at the boardroom replayed in her mind like a cherished melody, and she let out a small, satisfied laugh, low and dangerous.The driver, a muscular man dres
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The morning sun streamed softly through the large windows of Ethan's luxury penthouse, painting golden patterns across the marble floors.It was a new day — a victorious day.The air inside was sweet with the scent of fresh flowers and the richer, almost tangible scent of triumph.Ethan sat on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, watching the morning news that recapped the disastrous collapse of Christian Blake’s business empire.The headline flashed boldly:"CHRISTIAN BLAKE: FROM BUSINESS KING TO FALLEN TYCOON"Ethan chuckled darkly under his breath.He leaned back, running a hand through his hair in sheer satisfaction.From the hallway, Ilda emerged, her silk robe trailing behind her like a queen making her entrance.Her face wore a victorious smile — a smile of someone who had waited so long for this moment.As she approached, Ethan’s eyes softened, and he set his glass aside, opening his arms wide."Come here, my queen," he said warmly.Ilda laughed — a rich, soft laugh — and s
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His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening with rage.Near the door, Ilda stylishly rushed forward, pretending to be horrified.She placed a gentle hand on Christian’s arm, her voice a perfect melody of fake concern."Christian, please... calm down," she whispered softly."You're going to make yourself sick. Please, let’s sit down. It’s not the end. We can fix this..."Christian wrenched his arm free, eyes burning with frustration.He glared at the remaining workers in the room — the ones who had failed to shut off the footage in time."You’re all useless!" Christian roared, his voice tearing through the heavy tension like a blade.It wasn't just anger in his tone — it was betrayal, humiliation, a man desperately trying to claw back his crumbling world.He stood there, fists trembling, chest heaving with rage.The echoes of his shout bounced off the cold boardroom walls, leaving a deadly silence in its wake.The workers shrank back like scolded children, their heads bowed low
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70Christian entered the boardroom with his usual commanding presence, his expensive watch glinting under the light, his polished shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.John followed close behind, carrying the folders for the meeting.Around the long oak table, the Chinese investors were already seated, their faces stoic, professional, their eyes sharp and evaluating.Christian offered a polite smile, inclining his head respectfully as he greeted them."Good morning, gentlemen. It’s an honor to finally have you here at Blake Enterprises," he began, his voice strong, confident."We’ve been preparing for this partnership for months, and I believe today marks the beginning of a mutually profitable relationship."The investors murmured polite greetings in return, nodding slightly.The translator sitting at the side repeated Christian’s words in Mandarin, ensuring everyone was on the same page.Christian felt the usual rhythm of business flowing through him.This was what he was go
