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“You’re not planning to leave quietly, are you?”William’s voice was hoarse and low, laced with exhaustion but warm. His arm was still wrapped around Evelyn’s waist, half-covered by the hotel blanket, while the soft morning light slipped through the half-closed curtains.Evelyn was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, then slowly turned to face him.“If I leave, it’s not because I regret anything… but because I need to think.”William gave a small nod, but his grip tightened.“That night… it wasn’t just because of the drugs or the trap, Evelyn. It was because I chose you.”Evelyn let out a deep sigh, then slowly sat up, the blanket sliding down to her waist. She stared at the minibar, where William’s glass still sat.Quietly, she got up, picked up the glass, and sniffed the remaining liquid. The scent of alcohol was strong—but there was something else. A faint chemical trace that made her frown.“This wasn’t just alcohol,” she murmured.William sat upright, his eyes ful

“You’re really going to accuse your own father?”Evelyn’s voice was quiet but heavy with pressure as William sat on her apartment couch, the laptop open in front of him, displaying suspicious recordings and financial reports.William stared at the screen, jaw clenched.“I’m not accusing,” he said quietly. “I’m looking at evidence. And I know how he operates. This… isn’t a coincidence.”Evelyn took a deep breath and sat across from him.“I just want to be sure,” she whispered. “Because if we take this path… there may be no way back.”William closed the laptop. His gaze was sharp—not at Evelyn, but at himself.“I’ve lived too long in the shadow of a truth that’s been locked away. Maybe it’s time… someone opened the window.”---The next morning, William wore a sharp black suit, a dark tie, and walked with steady steps into the Hartford family estate.But this wasn’t a social call. And it wasn’t a negotiation.He carried documents—vendor contracts, the blurred elevator footage, and print

“You brought me here on purpose, didn’t you?”William’s voice was sharp as he stood at the entrance of the Hartford family’s grand dining room, eyes locked on his father, who was welcoming guests with a formal smile.Alexander turned slowly.“Not a trap. Just an invitation. And you came, didn’t you?”William rolled his eyes but still stepped into the room. And there she was—Eva, seated gracefully at Alexander’s right, dressed in a maroon gown with flawless makeup. Her smile was soft, yet behind it, William sensed a calculated presence.His mother, Lady Mireya, sat at the far end of the table. Her face was stiff, though her eyes closely followed every movement between Eva and her husband in silence.“Have a seat, William,” said Alexander. “We’re here to discuss the future.”“If the future means coercion, I’d rather stand,” William replied, his gaze cutting toward the table.---Dinner proceeded under a thick blanket of tension. Soon, the family staff entered with a tray adorned in midn

"I didn’t come to beg for your love, William. I came with an offer you won’t be able to ignore," Eva said sharply, placing a sleek black folder on the glass table.William stood near the tall office window of the Liang family’s law firm, arms crossed. The evening sky outside had begun to darken, and the city lights flickered on like artificial stars."What now?" he muttered flatly.Eva sat with perfect posture."A merger contract between Hartford Diamonds and Liang Gems. If we marry, Asia’s two largest diamond empires will unite. Your stock value will more than double."William turned, his sharp gaze meeting Eva’s cold but composed eyes."You think I’d sell my life for shares and numbers?"Eva offered a thin smile."I think you’ll consider your company’s future… and the thousands of employees depending on it. If this merger fails, your father will use that opening to overthrow you as CEO."---Hours later, William sat alone on the rooftop of the hotel he often visited when under press

"He really left that house, Miss Evelyn. Not a single soul stood up for him," said Clara, the former housekeeper of the Hartford family, as she handed over a small envelope containing William's forgotten personal belongings.Evelyn clutched the envelope tightly. Her eyes betrayed a deep worry."And where is he staying now?"Clara lowered her gaze."An old house that belonged to his late grandfather, up north. Quiet. No security."Evelyn nodded slowly."Thank you, Clara. I’ll find him."---Evelyn drove herself that day, braving the drizzle and narrow streets she rarely passed through. She could hardly believe that William Hartford—the heir to a diamond empire, last year’s most celebrated CEO—was now hiding in a nameless, aging home.When she arrived, the old iron gate creaked. Wild grass climbed between the cracks of the porch floor. She knocked softly on the wooden door.No response. She knocked again."William? It’s me… Evelyn."A few seconds of silence, then the door creaked open.