บททั้งหมดของ THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

** The Queen’s Gambit**Paris, France – Devereaux EstateMarcella Devereaux sat in the grand parlor of her ancestral estate, the soft glow of the chandelier casting sharp shadows over the glass of Bordeaux she swirled idly in her hand.Across from her, Dante Laurent, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a reputation that sent shivers through the underworld, watched her with quiet interest.“You’re making your move sooner than expected,” he remarked, sipping his whiskey.Marcella smiled—a slow, lethal curve of her lips. “Adrien Moreau was a fool. He played recklessly, thinking he was a king, when in reality, he was nothing more than a disposable knight.”Dante chuckled. “And you? You see yourself as the queen?”Marcella met his gaze, eyes sharp as glass. “Oh, Dante… I have always been the queen. I was merely waiting for the right time to remind them.”She set her glass down, fingers tapping rhythmically against the stem.“Leo Cain and my dear daughter, Isabella, think they’ve won.” Her

** The Breaking Point**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises HeadquartersThe city outside was waking up, but inside Cain Enterprises, the air was thick with tension.The news had spread like wildfire.“Isabella Devereaux Under Investigation for Financial Crimes – Merger with Cain Enterprises at Risk”“BREAKING: Allegations of Insider Trading Rock Cain-Devereaux Holdings”Isabella sat at the head of the massive conference table, her fingers tapping against the polished wood, her face an unreadable mask.Across from her, Leo Cain paced, phone in hand, barking orders to his legal team.Ethan Grey, usually the voice of reason, looked like he was one headline away from losing his mind.“Do you have any idea how bad this is?” Ethan muttered, throwing a folder onto the table. “Marcella didn’t just frame you—she made it airtight. The transactions look real, the paper trail is flawless. If we don’t shut this down fast, the authorities will be knocking at our door.”Leo exhaled sharply. “We need le

** A New Empire**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises HeadquartersFor the first time in months, there was no war to fight.No boardrooms filled with enemies.No silent battles being waged in the shadows.And yet—Isabella Devereaux still woke up with the same sharp edge of anticipation in her chest.Victory had always been her fuel, and now that she had won?She wasn’t sure what to do with herself.Standing in Leo Cain’s penthouse office, she watched as the city of Milan stretched out before her.A city she now controlled.A world that had finally bent to her will.But something about it felt… unfinished.Like this wasn’t the end.Like this was just the beginning.The Question of PowerLeo entered the office without knocking, his presence as effortless as always.“You’re thinking too much again,” he said, setting two espressos down on the table.Isabella smirked, turning to face him. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m thinking just enough.”Leo took a sip of his coffee, studying her. “You dismantled y

** A Throne of Her Own**London, England – Cain-Devereaux Private JetThe hum of the private jet was steady, a low vibration beneath Isabella Devereaux’s fingertips as she traced the edge of her champagne glass.She was leaving London, leaving Marcella behind.But not for good.No, this wasn’t over.Marcella had tried to lure her in—offering her a seat at the table, a place in a new empire.But Isabella had no interest in joining someone else’s kingdom.She was going to build her own.She glanced across the cabin at Leo, who was watching her carefully from his seat.“You didn’t kill her deal,” he murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass.Isabella smirked. “No.”Leo raised a brow. “You could have.”She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Why kill something when you can take it for yourself?”Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are ruthless, aren’t you?”Isabella tilted her head. “Would you like me any other way?”He smirked. “No. But you already knew that.”Their gazes

** The Empire Strikes Back**Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux HeadquartersIt was a perfect morning in Milan—if Isabella Devereaux believed in such things.The sun bathed the city in gold, casting long shadows across the boardroom where she stood, arms crossed, eyes locked on the newest report in front of her.Leo sat beside her, his expression unreadable as he scanned the file.Ethan paced, running a hand through his hair.“This isn’t just a business move,” Ethan muttered, placing his tablet down. “It’s a warning.”Isabella smirked, flipping the page.Marcella had made her move.An anonymous leak had surfaced overnight, tying Cain-Devereaux Holdings to illicit offshore accounts. Fabricated, of course—but deadly enough to raise eyebrows in the financial world.The news cycle was eating it up.Headlines flashed across the screen:“Shadow Deals? Cain-Devereaux Faces Scrutiny Over Global Expansion”“Devereaux Legacy Stained – Isabella Under Investigation (Again)”Leo’s jaw clenched. “She di