All Chapters of Love Prevails : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The next morning, Annabelle strode into the Hemmingway International office with a singular purpose, to put an end to Parkinson & Rowe’s theft and secure their company’s reputation. The tension from yesterday’s revelations still loomed, but today, they were armed with a plan.Morgan sat in the boardroom going over the files he had received from Oliver. The moment she stepped inside, all eyes turned to her.“What’s the update?” she asked, setting her handbag down on the table.Oliver cleared his throat. “IT confirmed that Patrick Walters accessed the Kensington Project files three days before he left. We have time stamps proving he copied them onto an external drive.”Morgan let out a low curse. “That son of a..."Annabelle raised a hand to stop him. “It’s exactly what we needed. What about Jullian?”“He’s already on it. He called me early this morning and said he’s digging into Parkinson & Rowe’s past dealings. Apparently, this isn’t the first time they’ve been accused of stealing des

The night before Jullian left for Cyprus, the rain tapped against the windows of Grace’s family home as she sat in the living room. Inside, warmth and soft golden light cocooned the quiet intimacy that had settled between them. Her head rested on his chest, legs tangled with his beneath the duvet.“Remind me why you’re not taking me with you?” she murmured, tracing circles against his skin.“Because you’ve got half of Cheshire’s taxes to balance,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “And someone needs to keep an eye on the empire from home base.”Grace tilted her face up, catching his lips with hers. “I still think you just want an excuse to miss me.”Jullian smirked. “I’m going to miss you like hell, cupcake. That’s why I plan to call every night before bed, no matter what.”“You better,” she said, her voice suddenly softer. “A week is a long time when I’m used to seeing you every day.”“I’ll be back in seven days, eight, tops, and when I return...” he kissed the corner of her mou

As they arrived back in England from their business trio to Greece, Morgan said, "I promised you a weekend away and so tomorrow, I will take you away until Monday.""Morgan, we have the kids," she tried to brush off."It's okay love, mom and dad would love time with them," he promised. "Okay," she leaned in for a kiss. Back at the house they spent time with the children and arranged for Camilla and Bradford to watch over the children till Monday. As they arrived, the wind off the sea greeted them with a salty kiss as they pulled into the gravel driveway of the coastal retreat. The boutique hotel stood elegant and quiet, tucked behind wind-brushed dunes and surrounded by windswept pines. It was the kind of place designed for stolen moments, sunset walks, slow mornings, and tangled sheets, and for Morgan and Annabelle, it was long overdue.Morgan stepped out of the car first and opened her door with a slight grin.Looking at her husband she laughed against his mouth, body already pr

The Heathrow arrivals lounge was thick with the buzz of early spring travelers—families reuniting, luggage wheels dragging across tile, voices rising and falling in eager welcome, but for Ruby, stepping off the plane with James and Michelle at her side, the air felt heavier.London’s grey skies were a stark contrast to Tenerife’s warmth, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t looking for sunshine, she was looking for answers.James guided her gently through the crowd, his arm a steady anchor as Michelle wheeled their luggage. Ruby looked pale, thinner than the last time they’d seen her, but her eyes still had that flinty, familiar spark. It was courage. Worn and tested, but still there.Danielle and Marshall, Camilla and Bradford were waiting by the drop-off zone in the Range Rover, all jumping out the second they spotted them.“Aunt Ruby,” Camilla breathed, rushing forward to pull her into a careful but heartfelt hug. “We’ve got you.”Ruby smiled faintly. “Glad someone does.”Michelle hugge

Kingston’s campus buzzed as usual, laughter in the corridors, the hum of conversation in the café line, the faint clang of the clock tower marking each hour, but something between her and the world had shifted.She didn’t quite know when it happened. Maybe it was that moment in the courtyard, when Roman’s words had found their way past every wall she’d built. Or maybe it was the way Malachi’s expression had darkened, a flash of something territorial breaking through that calm exterior. Either way, the air between them now held weight.By midmorning, she was in her next psych class, half-listening to the group project briefing. Roman sat two rows behind her, tapping his pen rhythmically against his notebook. She didn’t have to look to know it was him, the sound had become familiar, grounding even.Malachi, on the other hand, was two seats away from her. Neat, contained, precise as always. When their eyes met, his polite smile didn’t reach his eyes.“Alright, groups of three,” the lectu