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They say you can feel the loneliest in a room full of people.Tonight, Anna Roberts understood exactly what that meant.She sat quietly at a round table, surrounded by familiar faces—people she’d shared holidays with, birthdays, charity events—but she had never felt more alone.Golden chandeliers spilled soft light over the crowd of elites, entrepreneurs, millionaires. Names that opened doors, faces that filled magazine pages.The decorations were flawless. The air shimmered with perfume and polite laughter. But none of it touched Anna.Her brown eyes were locked on one person: Andy Roberts, her husband.He stood at the front of the hall, holding a microphone, bathed in spotlight. Behind him, the giant projector glowed with the logo of Power Group—the multimillion-dollar company he’d inherited from his father, Albert Roberts.“Thank you all for gracing this occasion,” Andy said, flashing that perfect, press-polished smile.The crowd hushed.“It brings me immense joy to see this day,”

Gerald looked at the beautiful thick woman as she downed another shot of whiskey. She had been crying since the car started moving. Even when he stopped in front of the city's biggest lounge, she still couldn’t stop. He wondered what could make a grown, beautiful woman cry this much. He was just taking a ride in one of his simplest cars, enjoying the joy of simplicity—something he did once in a while to catch a break from his busy lifestyle. He watched as she alighted, sobbing and wiping her tears at the same time. It wasn’t his business, but he couldn’t ignore her. He couldn’t just watch her walk into that bar like everything was okay. So he did what he thought was right. He followed her inside. Of course, she had no idea. The bar was packed. He adjusted his face cap, pulling it lower so no one would recognize him. He took a seat next to her as she sat at the bar, ordering drink after drink. One thing was clear: this woman was bent on getting drunk. Gerald stared at her,

Penelope Kings strolled into the grand mansion like it was a runway, her heels clicking with confidence against the marble floor. The staff — guards, maids, and attendants — bowed deeply as she passed, reverence in their eyes. To them, she was a goddess draped in power and beauty — a modern-day Aphrodite.She paused at the top of the stairs, entered a security code with well-manicured fingers, and walked into the master bedroom. She slipped off her Versace cashmere coat, letting it fall like a whisper onto the velvet chaise.“Guess what, Williams!” she chirped, her voice unnervingly cheerful as she turned to her husband.He lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, lifeless except for the faint movement of his chest. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, trapped in a body that could no longer serve him.“Well, of course you can't guess,” she continued with a cruel giggle. “Your brain is as dead as your limbs.”She sat on the edge of the bed, unfastening her jewelry piece by piece with

⚠️ Trigger WarningThis chapter contains scenes of domestic violence, emotional abuse, and physical assault, including graphic depictions of verbal threats and physical harm. It may be distressing for some readers.Please take care while reading. If you find this content triggering or overwhelming, consider skipping this chapter or stepping away when needed. Your mental and emotional well-being comes first.JUST A PLACE HOLDER.Anna stood in the doorway, fists trembling. Her chest rose and fell, sharp and quick. Without a word, she hurled a crumpled shirt at Andy. It hit his face with a dull smack before falling to the floor.“What the hell is this supposed to mean?” she snapped, her voice cracking with rage.Andy bent down slowly, picking up the shirt with a lazy hand. He looked up at her, brow furrowed—not with guilt, but annoyance.“Can’t I get one moment of peace in my own damn house?” he muttered, standing to his full height.“Peace?” Anna’s laugh was bitter, hollow. “You want p

Brittany burst into the penthouse like a thunderstorm, her Louboutins cracking against the marble floor with every furious step. "What the hell did you do?" she snapped, eyes flashing like hot steel. Gerald, already drained from the day, barely looked up. He was slouched on the velvet sectional, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie long since abandoned. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he exhaled deeply. "Can you calm down, Britt? Just—breathe." "Don’t tell me to breathe!" she hissed. "You should’ve let me handle that girl." She stood above him, hands on her hips like a prosecutor delivering her closing argument. But Gerald didn’t flinch. His gaze dropped to the diamond ring on her finger—the one he'd once thought meant forever. Back then, he'd imagined Brittany as the crown jewel of his empire. But now? Regret gripped his chest like a vice. What was I thinking? The signs were always there. She was the kind of woman who mistook cruelty for strength. Who thought m