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SILVAN…Astrid’s surgery is scheduled for tomorrow and so far, I have stayed glued to her side.I lean forward and brush a kiss on her forehead, my heart constricting on a sharp, painful breath.“I miss you, my sleeping beauty.” I whisper, “I miss your beautiful smile and those gorgeous eyes. I miss talking to you and actually getting a response.” A bitter smile tugs on my lips.“I promise that I’m doing my best to fight for you. I am working hard to avenge you. Hopefully tomorrow, you will finally return to me.” I have tried so hard to appear tough and unaffected on the outside, but the past few days have been rough. So far, with Bianchi’s help, I have conducted further investigations into Henry’s atrocities. Every single new information we discover is worse than the last. I’m talking about discoveries horrific enough to keep a grown man up at night.From blood drinking underground cult groups to human trafficking and illegal brothels, I have come to realize that my father is not j

SILVANThe North Club is undoubtedly the most high end, exclusive club in the city. Owned by the North Dynasty, the wealthiest family in New York, the club only caters to the top one percent of the city and its environs. Within the spacious, gated villa, I count three water fountains in the shape of a mountain eagle, more than twenty rare, luxury vehicles and an uncountable number of guards. This event is attended by dozens of powerful, highly placed men from all over the globe. I’m talking about Forbes-rated business men, politicians, ambassadors, judges and the likes. It’s the perfect opportunity to put up our final act — the ultimate disgrace of Henry Montessori. The North Auction is a family tradition that started over a hundred years ago. Overtime, each sitting head of the family was tasked with the responsibility of keeping the tradition.After being kept within the family for years, the auction was only open to the public five years ago when Theron North, the current and yo

SILVANI upload the video of Catrina crying and showcasing her injuries much to the shock of the audience.Just then, there’s a little commotion at the door, followed by the arrival of several armed policemen. At the sight of the police, Henry’s aggressiveness shoots through the roof.“Don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth!” He yells. “This bastard is just upset that I took over his company. He’s a cheap liar! These videos are fake!”“Do you mind telling the audience exactly why I allowed you to take over my company?” I ask calmly.As expected, he remains mute.His trembling has morphed into full on shivering. Deep down, he knows he’s trapped. He knows there’s no way out. But I’m not done with him.“You see, I’ve been preparing to take you down for a while.” I continue unhurriedly. “I have enough evidence here to have you put away for domestic violence, sexual assault and harassment, pedophilia, murder, illegal bearing of firearms, human and drug trafficking.It would be

SILVAN“Okay then.” I look away, dismissing him, “sorry for the interruption, Veronica. You can start.”“Sure thing.”I expect Lachlan to leave, but he remains rooted to the spot, watching as Veronica lifts Claire on her tippy toes and slams her back first against the solid wooden door of one of the stalls.Claire tries to fight back at first, but ten seconds in, she surrenders, letting her attacker do whatever she wants. The next five minutes unfold in a flurry of sobs, whimpers and well-aimed slaps and punches. A surge of satisfaction courses through me as Veronica drives Claire into the floor. She wrenches her head back by her hair, tearing out a few strands that end up scattered on the floor. Up next, she straddles Claire’s torso and rains down blows on her face. Nothing she won’t heal from eventually.It doesn’t end there.“You like to bully people, huh?!” Veronica taunts. “Well, I was bullied a lot in high school. And I hate bullies!” Claire can only whimper as Veronica drags

SILVAN“Congratulations, Mr. Rourke. The surgery was successful. Your wife is out of danger!”I heard those words ten minutes ago, but it still echoes in my brain over and over again. My heart dissolved in relief. My legs gave way. I collapsed to the floor and just sat there, staring into space for five freaking minutes.Right now, I’m in the hospital, and the air that was once steeped in tension is buzzing with joy. After the barrage of tears and jubilation, we were finally allowed to see the patient. She’s not awake yet, but I’m content to just sit by her side and stare at her in awe while physically trying to hold myself back from covering her face in another round of kisses.My heart is filled with so much joy, I could explode.“Thank you, baby.” I whisper, kissing fingers, “thank you for coming back to me.”***ASTRIDMy eyes flutter open and all I register is the stinging brightness of my surroundings. I blink rapidly, trying to protect my already teary eyes.Where the hell a