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The Master Behind the Curtain

Lyvanne's POV… The ringing in my ears slowly faded. And for several terrifying seconds, I couldn't move, breathe, or even open my eyes. I was too afraid to think of who was shot, hoping I wasn't the one, and I was yet to feel the pain. On the contrary, I was hoping it wasn't Rovan either. Not that I was praying for any other person to be shot dead, but seeing someone who was very close to your heart lying lifeless on the floor will shatter my hope. “Ma’am!” Louis' voice finally pulled me back into reality as I was lost in thoughts, my eyes still firmly shut. My trembling eyes slowly opened, my breathing slowly picking up as well. As I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rovan, whose back was against mine.He stood several feet in front of me, one arm stretched forward. In his hand…

Permit Me

Lyvanne's POV… Kelvin stared at Rovan for a while as if he were trying to recall the person's name. Then, he suddenly opened his mouth to speak. “His name is Lucas,” he announced, holding no trace of a joke, “Lucas Morales.” “Lu… Lucas?” I asked to be sure of what I heard. Without any hesitation, Kelvin nodded as we stared at each other. My entire body stiffened after he confirmed my words. Who could have thought Lucas was still trying to hunt me down? Strange. “I've been Lucas Morales' fixer for years,” he explained with a straight face. “I have been working for him long before you ever went to prison.” The room fell deadly silent for a while. Then… Kelvin continued as though discussing the weather. “When you arrived in prison,” he chuckled. “I bribed several prison officers to make sure your life

Pleading for Mercy

Isabelle's POV… My knees struck the cold stone floor with a painful thud. And for the first time in years, I understood what true fear felt like. Victor lay bleeding only a few feet away, groaning with every breath, while Kelvin knelt under the firm grip of Rovan's guards. The air smelled of gunpowder and blood, and standing in the middle of it all was Lyvanne. She wasn't crying; rather, she was simply standing and staring at me as if she had seen a ghost. That expression frightened me far more than tears ever could. Why? Because I could still remember how the sound of Victor's screams echoed through the chamber, sending chills racing down my spine the moment he was shot by Rovan. The blood that pooled beneath his leg, and the sight alone was enough to make my stomach churn. The same man I believed was untouchable by anyone was lying in the pool of his blood

Is This Fate?

Lyvanne's POV…As I stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of antiseptic lingered in the hospital corridor Well, no matter how luxurious hospitals looked, they all carried the same feeling. Always cold and heavy, haunted by hope and heartbreak.I tightened my grip on the bouquet of white lilies in my hand. I had come to visit one of Rovan's elderly employees, who had undergone heart surgery the previous night. Rovan had been called away for an urgent business meeting, so I volunteered to stop by on his behalf.After spending a few minutes with the grateful old man, I quietly excused myself so I could go home and rest.As soon as I stepped out of the room, the hallway outside was unusually silent, like a graveyard.I paused and scanned the environment for a while before taking a deep breath and proceeded to the elevator.My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I headed toward the elevator

Let's See How It Ends.

Rovan's POV…The drive back to Lyvanne's house was painfully quiet. None of us spoke, but the tension between us was noticeable.While I pretended that I was on my phone during the whole drive, she sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights.Occasionally, I stole a glance at her, but she didn't notice. Perhaps she noticed, but she pretended as if she didn't.She looked exhausted and emotionally drained. Yet the image from the hospital refused to leave my mind.Watching how that son of a b!tch, Alexander reached for her and Lyvanne standing there was slowly killing me inside, and I was finding it challenging to keep it.Perhaps there had been a reasonable explanation. Just maybe…But my heart had begun asking questions my mind couldn't answer, and I hoped there would be a reasonable response when I asked her.Guess what was on my mind…I had already pictured her leaving me for Alex.

A Question for the Ring

Lyvanne's POV…I noticed Rovan was behaving weirdly, and I couldn't comprehend what was wrong.Yeeh, he had been smiling since I stepped out of the bathroom, but I could tell that something was wrong and he needed an explanation. Perhaps it's what he saw at the hospital, which he didn't care to ask for an explanation about, that was bothering him.No matter how hard he smiles, I know which is genuine and which is not. That's how long I have known Rovan; for the past few months we have been together.And right now, he was faking the smile, and I was playing along.Wrapping the towel properly around my body, I placed my hands on both of his cheeks, leaned closer, and placed a light kiss on his lips.After letting go of his lips, I lifted my gaze to him, hoping to say something that might help comfort his mind, my hands caring for his chin.“Rovan,” I sighed in deep relief as I conversed. “The truth is that w

The Business Trip

Lyvanne's POV…The next morning…The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the space beside me.Huh? Has he gone home without saying goodbye?I blinked a few times, trying to adapt to the brightness in the room before lifting my head.Boom, there he was.Rovan sat against the headboard, dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves folded to his forearms. His laptop rested comfortably on his lap while his fingers moved effortlessly across the keyboard.I smiled to myself, knowing fully well what he was doing.Business.That man practically breathed business every morning. He works so hard as if he has nothing to his name; meanwhile, he is a trillionaire. This was only the third time he had spent the night at my place, yet every single morning had begun exactly like this. Occasionally, I ask if he sleeps at all because I can't comprehend how he stays awake watching over me

The Stranger

Isabelle's POV…There were moments when I still woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyvanne's face. Not the helpless woman I had once manipulated. But the fearless woman who had looked me straight in the eye while deciding whether I deserved to live.I honestly thought she was going to kill me that day.After everything I had done and the lies I told Alexander about her. After sending her to prison and after trying to destroy her life over and over again.I wouldn't have blamed her if she had ended mine. Yet she didn't.She let me go. And even now, I couldn't understand why. Perhaps mercy really existed.Or perhaps she simply believed living with my guilt was a far worse punishment than death.I released a long sigh as I stepped out of the luxury shopping mall, several branded shopping bags hanging from both hands.“I should be grateful,” I

A Strange Place

Isabelle's POV…My head was irking so badly when I finally woke up from my long sleep, but with my eyes still closed. It was as if I were lying on a hospital bed trying to comprehend where I was even without opening my eyes.I clasped my left palm against my temple, trying to feel my body temperature. Well, the temperature wasn't high nor was it low. It was neutral.I remained in that position for a while, refusing to open my eyes.Suddenly, my eyes fluttered open. And for several seconds, I couldn't remember where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and I couldn't tell if it was a hotel room or someone's house. It has elegant chandeliers, cream-colored walls, and expensive decor.I looked around the corners of the room, trying to catch a glimpse of where I was. But the more I searched my memory for a picture of this place, the more confused I became.Yeah, it was obvious that I hadn't been here b

The Grand Charity Gala

Lucas' POV…Patience…That was the difference between a professional and an amateur.Amateurs rushed, but professionals waited until their enemies believed they were safe, not knowing their enemy would be preparing for a more dangerous attack.Tonight wasn't the night. Tonight was merely the calm before the storm.Perhaps there might be a change of plans, though.Standing on the mezzanine level of the Grand Charity Gala, I overlooked the magnificent ballroom through a pair of tinted glasses.Crystal chandeliers illuminated the hall like countless stars, making the environment comfortable for all participants.A live orchestra filled the atmosphere with elegant music to entertain people of all kinds who were there.Business magnates, politicians, foreign investors, celebrities, and everyone who mattered were here exactly as I had expected.Who would want to miss such an event?No o

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