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Chapter 22(Storm. Bloody)The AW Group Building didn’t just overlook the city; it judged it. From this height, the city’s grid of lights looked less like a metropolis and more like a circuit board—complex, ordered, and entirely dependent on the person holding the switch.Ace Warren stood by the glass, one hand resting idly in his pocket. He wasn’t looking at the view. He was watching his own reflection, specifically the way the light caught the sharp, undisturbed line of his jaw.The door opened. No knock. Only one man was permitted that particular silence.“You’re brooding, Ace. It’s a bit cliché for a Tuesday.”Vincenzo placed a tablet on the mahogany desk. The screen stayed dark, waiting.“I’m observing,” Ace corrected, his voice a low, effortless baritone. He didn’t turn. “The architecture is remarkably consistent from this height.”“The variables, however, are shifting.” Vincenzo tapped the glass. The screen bled into life. “Amari Sam has reached out to a third party.”Ace final

Chapter 24(The Night Garden)The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and the faint sting of chlorine from the heated pool. Hidden amber lights traced the garden paths, casting long, deliberate shadows across the stone like something carefully staged.Ace was already at the mini-bar near the grill station, setting his glass down with a sharp clack. He didn’t look at her as she stepped onto the patio.“Sit.”The word wasn’t an invitation. It was a command.Pearl hesitated for half a second, every instinct in her body resisting the order — but she sat anyway. The chair felt too expensive, too deliberate, like even the furniture understood hierarchy better than she did.“It’s a beautiful night,” she tried, then immediately regretted it. The words sounded small, fragile — like she was asking permission to exist in the space.“It’s a Tuesday,” Ace replied dryly, his back still to her as he reached for a bottle of wine. “Don’t romanticise the weather. It’s a waste

Chapter 26(The Apology)The clock struck 11:59 PM.Amari stared at the glowing screen of her phone. The numbers pulsed softly in the dim light of the penthouse kitchen, the only heartbeat in a room that suddenly felt hollow. The silence around her was thick, heavy, and suffocating.Her father’s name hovered at the top of her contact list. For the first time in her life, Amari hesitated.Arthur Sam was not a man of the middle ground. To him, the world was binary: you either protected the family name, or you were the one destroying it. There was no room for mistakes, and certainly no room for apologies that weren't calculated moves.The clock flicked—12:00 AM.Amari inhaled slowly, her lungs feeling tight, and pressed the call button.The line rang once. Twice. Then, the heavy click of a connection.“You’re late,” her father’s voice said.It wasn't loud. It wasn't anger. It was just cold—a temperature that could freeze the blood in her veins.Amari closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”Silence

Chapter 28(The Last Time)The door clicked shut.In the cavernous silence of the penthouse, the sound carried the finality of a gavel. Amari didn’t move. Neither did Ace.The air between them was a wire stretched to the breaking point—transparent, vibrating, and dangerous. Ace stood a few paces off, framed by the floor-to-ceiling glass and the sprawling, indifferent lights of the city behind him. His posture was relaxed, yet it held the terrifying precision of a man who had already simulated every possible ending to this night.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.His voice was a flatline. No heat. No edge. As if her presence were merely a variable he’d already accounted for.Amari let the silence pool at her feet before she spoke. “And yet, you let me in.”Ace’s gaze flickered to the door, then back to her. “You had the key.”“Exactly.”She reached into her coat, pulled out the sleek plastic car

Chapter 30(The Weight of a Friday Morning II)The black sedan disappeared beyond the gates, its engine fading into a heavy silence that seemed to settle over the entire estate. Pearl stood by the tall glass windows of the foyer, arms folded tightly across her chest, watching until the last trace of the car had vanished from sight. Usually, the estate felt polished and expensive, but today the silence felt far too empty.She wasn't just preoccupied with the school run; her mind was already drifting towards the PTA meeting and the showcase later that afternoon. She could already see the room full of parents who would turn up effortlessly, acting as if being present for their children was the most natural thing in the world.Pearl exhaled a slow, shaky breath. She wasn't going to simply attend the event; she was going to make it absolutely impossible for anyone to question that Mia mattered. She wanted the world to see that the girl was seen, and more importantly, that she was chosen.W