تسجيل الدخولThey were still on the highway, with the chauffeur driving behind them. Unnoticed, another car had been trailing closely behind the chauffeur since they left the mansion.For several minutes, the journey continued normally—until the vehicle suddenly sped up and overtook the chauffeur’s car.Startled, the chauffeur glanced at his rearview mirror at that exact moment.What he saw came too late.The car struck with force, sending his vehicle spinning out of control. It somersaulted repeatedly across the highway—once, twice, and three times—before finally veering off and crashing violently into a nearby café.The impact sent people running in every direction as panic broke out around the scene.****The hospital machines beeped continuously as doctors and nurses rushed through the corridors in chaos.Outside the emergency ward, the Harthwore family stood waiting anxiously for updates. It was not the chauffeur who had been directly affected—several vehicles along the highway were caught in
Layla stood frozen, the information replaying in her mind.It was astonishing how she kept uncovering secrets that had nothing to do with her—things she was never supposed to know. Yet her curiosity always pushed her to ask questions.Now she had discovered that Adrian had been the real target all along while innocent people suffered in his place.She remembered the way their father would immediately silence her brothers whenever the topic of Adrian’s stepmother came up. It made her wonder just how terrible a woman had to be for her family to avoid speaking about her.Layla swallowed hard, pretending she hadn’t overheard anything. Stepping out from her hiding spot, she walked calmly into the living room.Just as she reached the staircase, her phone buzzed.She pulled it out and stared at the screen. The exact call she had been expecting.A sinister smile slowly spread across her lips.When she chose silence, they tried to make her life miserable—even after everything they had done in
The decision had finally been made, and Harthwore believed it was the right one. His wife had never led him into making the wrong choice. With the way things were unfolding, it was better to inform him of what they had discovered than to keep him in the dark. The video call had already connected—they were simply waiting for him to take his seat so they could begin. Harthwore sat beside his wife, her head resting on his shoulder. Neither of them knew how things would turn out, but they were willing to go through with it. The background noise faded, and moments later, Salvatore appeared, taking his seat. A satisfied smile rested on his face as he looked at them through the screen. “How have you both been?” he asked. “It’s been quite hectic over here,” he added with a light laugh, adjusting in his chair. “It hasn’t been the same without you,” Harthwore replied. “How’s work over there?” Salvatore paused, gesturing slightly toward the screen as if gathering his thoughts. “Oh—right,”
“You’re acting childish! There’s no sin she could commit that justifies leaving her there to suffer,” Ryan said, bitterness evident in his voice. “She may be difficult, but that doesn’t mean you throw her away.”Adrian didn’t respond. His attention remained fixed on the entrance, waiting for Ethan—the only person they were expecting. Ryan’s constant nagging was beginning to grate on his nerves, and he had no patience left for it.“What else was I supposed to do?” Adrian finally replied. “You don’t know how badly she behaves. Even if she has no record, maybe staying there will teach her something.”“And just like that, you’re going to ignore her?”The way Ryan spoke made it clear he hadn’t truly experienced her behavior. If he had, he wouldn’t be standing here defending her.“Mother even went there, but they turned her away because you’d already given your word.”Adrian picked up his glass of wine and took a slow sip, not bothering to respond this time. Perhaps he should invite Ryan ov
Parked outside the gate, Layla sat in the car, still unable to move. Every time she tried to speak, the words wouldn’t come, and it was starting to irritate her.They hadn’t just come empty-handed—they had brought a basket of fruit. For what exactly?To offer as an apology for everything that had happened between them?She scoffed in disbelief. Her mother had deliberately kept this visit from her, knowing she would have refused. But what could she do now?Ask the chauffeur to drive her back home. Step out and hail a cab? None of those options felt right in that moment.She swallowed her frustration, forcing the words back down. This wasn’t the time to argue—especially not with her dinner plans waiting ahead.She turned to her mother, her expression softening into something almost pleading.“Thirty minutes,” she said firmly. “My dinner is important.”Without waiting for a response, she reached for the door and stepped out. Forcing a smile, Layla helped her mother carry the basket of fr
Layla handed the sealed documents to the dispatch rider, reminding him who the package was for. He nodded, showing he understood every instruction, before taking his leave. She couldn’t deliver it herself, so she had arranged for it to be sent. Just as she had promised, it wouldn’t go past today. She was certain he would still be at the office, even though it was already evening. Layla turned on her heels and walked back into the gallery. It had been a fulfilling day—the number of visitors and the joy of showing them her work left her upbeat. She entered the room where her employees were waiting and stepped inside. They all nodded respectfully as she took her seat. “Let’s get down to work,” she began. “There’s a piece I want each of you to attempt. This one will show me if you’re ready to take your art to another level.” One of them raised her hand, cutting in gently. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I have a question.” “Go ahead.” “The last piece we submitted—does that mean it passed? You h







