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Ch-91: Den

Miley's POV:Today was the day of the shareholder meeting, where I would officially become the owner of the company; the one they tried to bury me in before I could ever claim it.Nico drove me there as per our usual routine, one hand resting on the wheel and the other close to the gearshift. He didn’t speak much during the ride, but his presence was enough to steady my fraying nerves. As we pulled up in front of the building, I reached for the handle, but Nico stopped me with a gentle touch on my wrist.“You walk in like you already own it,” he said, his voice low, eyes steady on mine. “Because you do.”I nodded, inhaling deeply before stepping out. The morning air felt colder than usual.From the backseat, Tulio hopped out and ran over to me with a grin stretching across his face. “All the best, Angel!” He said brightly, throwing his arms around me. I laughed softly and hugged him tight. “Thanks, baby. Now go, or you'll be late for school.”Just as I pulled back from him, I saw mo

Huling Na-update : 2025-07-26

Ch-92: Jealousy

Nico's POVI had just shifted the car into reverse when Tulio suddenly popped his head between the front seats.“Uncle! Angel left her folder back here!”I glanced into the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the leather-bound portfolio she’d worked on all night was lying forgotten on the seat beside him. Pages were peeking out—her sketches for the new collection, the ones she hadn’t even let me see yet.I sighed. “It’s alright. I’ll drop it off to her after I take you to school.”But of course, that wasn’t good enough for Tulio.“Nooo,” he whined, already unbuckling himself, “I won’t be late for school, I promise! I really think she needs it right now. Just let me run and give it to her real quick, please? If you don’t want to go.”Even at his age, the brat knew exactly how to press my buttons. That wide-eyed sincerity, the little voice pitched just right. He could’ve been a goddamn politician.I threw the car back into park with a click and looked at him sternly. “Fine. But I better find

Huling Na-update : 2025-07-27

Ch-93: Brainwashed

Miley's POV:Nico’s fingers were still laced with mine as he stepped forward, his voice calm but dangerous. “Let me be very clear,” he said, looking around the room. “Miley doesn’t need this company. She never did. She has more offers than she can count. In Milan, in Florence, even in my own houses.”A murmur stirred at the mention of Italy.He went on, his tone sharpened like a blade. “But this company? It’s drowning. And the only reason it’s still afloat is because she chose not to let it sink. She’s attached to this place. To her mother’s legacy. She’s trying to save it.”His grip tightened on my hand, just slightly, like a subtle reassurance.“But if the people inside it can’t be bothered to respect her,” Nico said, turning in a slow circle to look at each face, “then you can leave. Or she will.”The silence in the room turned thick. I could hear someone breathing harder in the corner. Then—“You’re brainwashing her!” Archie’s voice exploded from the back.I flinched. My pulse thu

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-04

Ch-94: Downtrodden

Nico turned to me, his voice quieter now but no less firm."Is there anything else you want to tell them, Miley?"I looked up, scanning the faces around me. The same ones who whispered behind my back moments ago. My heart was still thudding, not out of fear anymore, but from the weight of finally being seen.Before I could speak, one of the senior staff members — Mr. Desai from Finance — stepped forward.“We sincerely apologize, Miss Miley,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “We didn’t mean to insult you. Truly. If needed, we’re willing to issue an official apology from the team.”I blinked, surprised by the shift.Another voice chimed in from the design side — I recognized her from the prints team.“I… I just want to say we respect your leadership. I was wrong to judge. I see that now.”Murmurs of agreement followed. A few heads nodded. A couple of them even looked ashamed.I exhaled slowly. My voice came out steady.“It’s okay. I understand that transitions are hard. But this co

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-06

Ch-95: Pretending

Miley's POV My stomach twisted. The house that was already cold now felt like a crypt. I turned to go, but a hand landed on my shoulder.I jolted, nearly screaming, my breath caught in my throat. My body went rigid.“Hey now.” A low, too-calm voice followed. “You’re here early. Why?”I turned slowly to see my father’s face. Smiling. That quiet, heavy smile that always made my skin crawl. There was no warmth behind it—just calculation, curiosity, and control.I forced my lips to stretch into something resembling a smile.“Hey, Dad,” I said, voice higher than I wanted it to be. “Yeah, I was just… nearby. Thought I’d swing by to grab a few of Mom’s photo albums.”He nodded, gaze scanning my face too closely. Like he was trying to peel something from me.“You look pale.”“I… I skipped lunch,” I said quickly, pulling away slightly and adjusting my bag. “Didn’t realize how late it got.”He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.I resisted the urge to flinch.“You always forge

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-07

Ch-96: Bait

Author's POV:Emily woke to the faint metallic chirp of her phone buzzing against the glass top of her nightstand. She blinked blearily at the sunlight cutting through the blinds, the warm stripes of gold falling across her sheets. Normally she would have ignored it and slept another hour, but the buzz came again, persistent.With a groan, she rolled over and snatched the phone up. The screen lit with a flurry of messages in her friends’ group chat, but one in particular made her sit up straighter.A headline.“Miley Godfrey Pushes for Reinvestigation into Isabella Godfrey’s Death.”Emily’s stomach dropped. She tapped the link so hard her nail clicked against the glass. The article loaded quickly, complete with a sharp, professional photo of Miley, looking determined in a dark blazer. The text beneath spelled it out in cold, unavoidable words: Miley had officially submitted a request to reopen the case surrounding her mother’s death, citing “unresolved questions” and “inconsistencies

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-08

Ch-97: Relief?

Miley's POV I returned home from the press conference with a sigh of relief, tossing my handbag onto the couch. My mother was seated at the vanity, fixing her hair in slow, deliberate strokes, while my father read the newspaper as if the world outside our walls barely mattered. “She’s going after the competitors,” I said, my voice bubbling with glee. “Not us. She stood there in front of all those reporters, pointing fingers at people who had nothing to do with this. She’s chasing shadows.” My mother barely looked up from the mirror. “Good. The further she is from the truth, the safer we are.” My father smirked faintly behind the paper. “You sound as if you doubted us. We told you before, no matter what she tries, she’ll never reach the bottom. That grave is sealed, and so is the past.” I folded my arms, pacing. “Still… she’s unpredictable. I’ve seen her pull things off that shouldn’t be possible. I don’t like it when she had that look in her eyes.” My mother waved a hand. “Then

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-09

Ch-98: Burning

The message is still glowing on my screen when I step out of the car. I found something.I stare at it for a long moment, letting the words sink in. This source has been a ghost for weeks—unreachable and silent. And now they decide to drop this bomb? My pulse kicks up, but I force myself to slip the phone into my pocket without replying. Never answer too quickly. Nico’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Do I need to clear your schedule for tomorrow?” “Yes,” I say without looking at him. “Completely.” He doesn’t ask why. He just nods and heads inside. That’s the thing about Nico—he doesn’t need all the details to protect me. I linger by the entrance for a moment, scanning the street. And that’s when I see her. Emily. She’s across the road, pretending to be on her phone, but she’s angled just enough to watch me. The same Emily I spotted at the press conference. My lips curl. She came back for another look. I don’t give her time to decide whether to run. I cross the street slowly,

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-11

Ch-99: Right Moment

Miley's POV Midnight.The kind of hour when the city goes quiet enough to hear your own heartbeat—and maybe the footsteps of someone you wish you didn’t.I’m parked two streets away from the meeting spot. Never at the actual location. Rule number one: always approach on foot. Makes it harder for anyone to trace me if this goes sideways.The alley smells faintly of rain and oil. There’s a single flickering streetlamp at the far end, throwing weak light over a rusted dumpster and a wall plastered with faded posters. My contact is already there, leaning against the wall with a hood pulled low.“You’re late,” they say, voice muffled.“No,” I reply, stepping closer, “you’re early.”We don’t bother with small talk. They pull something from their jacket—a small, black flash drive—and hold it out.“This is what I found.”I take it, keeping my expression neutral. “What’s on it?”“Records. Financial transfers. Some personal communications.” A pause. “All linked to the night your mother died.”

Huling Na-update : 2025-08-12

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