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Chapter 171

Eleanor's POVHer hands found mine, not with affection, but with a decided, cold strength.She pried them away from her body, breaking the embrace I was clinging to so desperately. And then, a sound escaped her: a laugh.It was not of joy; far from it. It was a sharp, disbelieving thing, loaded with a cynicism that hurt with every chuckle."Forgive me," Sophia said, the smile still on her lips, but her eyes cold. "But do you really think I'm going to believe what you just said? Do you think I'm that naive?""I understand you must be confused," I tried, my voice still hoarse from tears, trying to find a rational tone amidst the chaos I myself had created. "I would be too, if I were in your place.""Enough!" Her shout echoed off the glass and wood walls. It was a pure sound of exhaustion and accumulated rage."Enough of the lies!Are you another one? Another one of those women hired by that wretched Pierce? What a low blow. Honestly, this time I'm not even ashamed I almost fell for it. I

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

Chapter 172

Michael's POV Two days. Two days since what happened in the limousine with that woman. Two days since Vanessa, scared and very jealous, brought me to this mansion outside of New York, far from everyone, and purposely, far from Sophia. "You're not well, Mickey. You need care. She won't understand," she said, and I, somewhat unresponsive and exhausted, let it happen. Now, sitting in a large armchair in a living room that looked like a museum, wearing clothes that weren't mine, I stared at the fake flame of the electric fireplace. The headache throbbed in my temples, but my mind was clear again. And with that, came an enormous weight. Vanessa entered the room, carrying a tray of tea and cookies. She was wearing a silk robe, her hair down, with an air of someone taking care, but the anxiety in her eyes was visible. "Here, love. Ginger tea. Helps with the nausea," she said, placing the tray on the table beside me. Her fingers touched my arm and stayed there, as if to say I was hers.

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

Chapter 173

Michael's POVVanessa picked up the fallen silk robe from the floor and wrapped it around her body with deliberate slowness, as if each movement were meticulously calculated.She wiped her tears with the backs of her hands, leaving wet stains on the sleeves. When she looked up at me, there was no more despair. There was a cold, calculating lucidity that I knew all too well."Mickey," she began, her voice surprisingly steady, just a bit hoarse from crying. "You think I'm sick. You think I don't notice the way you look at me? As if I were a burden, a mistake from your past? You know me. Know me better than anyone." She took a step forward. "And yet, you insisted on staying with a woman who doesn't know the value of the man you are. Look at you now... lost, alone. You're here."The anger I felt was a hot liquid in my veins, but along with it came that seed of doubt, the same one she always planted with mastery.I stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders with a pressure that made her st

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

Chapter 174

Sophia's POV I walked to the sofa, passing him as if he were a piece of furniture, an obstacle to be circumvented. I sat down, placed my phone on the coffee table with a sharp click. "Explain now," I said, crossing my legs. "I'm all ears, Michael." He stood still for a second, a ghost in his own house. He let out a heavy sigh. "Sit," I ordered, without looking up. He obeyed, sitting on the edge of the opposite armchair, as if the mere act of touching the same sofa were a violation. His gaze held a sadness so deep that for a second I felt a lump in my throat. I reinforced my armor. "Sophia," he began, his voice hoarse from dehydration or exhaustion. "There's a question you asked me once, back at the beginning, when I still worked for the Reed group. You asked: 'What scares you for real, Michael?'" He looked at the table, at the marks from the glass I had left there earlier, then at the ceiling, as if searching for the words written in the plaster. I kept my expression neutr

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

Chapter 175

Sophia's POV"Soph…" Michael choked out, his eyes red from exhaustion and emotion."I know how absurd this sounds. It's what I thought. And I'm almost certain she's making it up. It's exactly the kind of thing she would do. But I… I have no way to prove it's a lie. Not yet.""Michael…" My voice came out a thread of disbelief. "You can't… that's not – "A knock on the door interrupted us: firm, decisive. Someone was in the corridor, at our door.We both froze, because no one visited us at that hour. No one we wanted to see.Michael instinctively took a step towards the entrance.My body reacted before thought, I crossed his path, blocking him with my outstretched arm."Stay where you are," I said, my voice low and cutting. Don't protect me. Don't pretend you still care for me like before. "Whoever it is… it's better if it's me."He stopped, his face pained and resigned. He took a step back, ceding the territory for me to walk to the door, each step a conscious effort. The anger gave me

Last Updated : 2025-12-30

Chapter 176

Victoria's POV The heating pad was one degree above what I'd asked for. I was already irritated. My father's voice over the speakerphone only made things worse. "Victoria? Are you listening? The question is simple: have you gotten Reed in line or not?" I shot a deadly look at the Thai masseuse, whose hands were far too light for my taste. "Father, for God's sake, I'm at the spa! You know I do my Wednesday compresses at three!" "The spa can wait. The campaign cannot. So, answer me: is your husband under control?" "Alexander? Oh, that ghost?" I let out an acidic little laugh, adjusting the cucumber mask on my face. "Since he got back from whatever Parisian hole he was in, he's been coming and going at absurd hours. Says they're 'meetings'. Meetings with who, I ask? With the marketing team? I doubt it and I don't care anymore." "Victoria, focus." "The focus, Father, is that I want him to explode! We already have full control of the Reed Group, the directors answer to me, and tha

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Chapter 177

Victoria's POVThat imbecile has crossed every line. Who does he think he is? Some second-rate oil magnate thinking he can make Victoria Reed lower herself? In front of all these people? Shit!But the rule is clear: let the predator think it has tamed the prey. Then, spring the trap. He'll learn that threatening me has a price. And I will personally collect it.I took a deep breath, trying to recover my composure. Lucas was still there, with that smile of someone holding all the cards."Vicky," he said, his voice too smooth to be genuine. "Are you really going to sue the poor woman? Or fire Magda? She seems so dedicated to Liam..."The audacity of him using my son's name, of feigning concern... It boiled my blood, but I kept my face blank. I needed to get Liam out of there. Now."Magda," I called, with forced sweetness. "Come here, darling. Hold Liam for a moment, please."The nanny approached, hesitant, and I passed my boy into her arms. Liam, distracted by the little airplane, didn'

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Chapter 178

Alexander's POVThe air in the room smelled of old mildew, cheap cleaning products, and the overly expensive perfume Lila insisted on wearing.The "secret hideout" was a tiny apartment in a once-grand neighborhood, with peeling wallpaper in the corners. The perfect place not to be found. The perfect place to remember how low we had fallen.Lila was leaning against the frame of the only window, which faced an air shaft. Not even the late afternoon light could get in there."Alexander, this is the third time I've come to this hole this week," she said, her voice echoing in the empty, depressing space. "And nothing. Absolutely nothing is happening. Do you actually have a plan, or did I step into a colossal mess trusting you to get my revenge on my uncle and cousin?"I looked at her, then at the plastic cup in my hand, where a low-quality whiskey seemed even more bitter. The irony didn't escape me: the Reed heir, reduced to conspiring in a dump."We need to recalibrate," I said, my voice

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Chapter 179

Alexander's POVThe morning in Manhattan was gray and humid, promising a rain that never came.I was leaning against the hood of a parked car, across the street from the imposing marble building of Sterling Bank. I wore a black hoodie with the hood up, large sunglasses, sweatpants. Disguised as a ghost, as nobody. It was an irony: the Reed heir, hiding in plain sight.I saw her exit through the great bronze gates. Vanessa Sterling. Thinner than I remembered, the beige tweed coat seeming too big for her shoulders. Her eyes, even from a distance, seemed to have purple shadows beneath them. The bank's security, two men in suits with imposing airs, maintained a discreet but vigilant distance.She headed towards a sleek black SUV. That was my window.I crossed the street quickly, reaching the sidewalk just as she got to her car door."Excuse me, miss," I said, keeping my voice low and rough, a caricature of a homeless person. "Spare some change? Or maybe a ride?"She didn't even look at

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

Chapter 180

Victoria's POVThe day of the Gala dawned with a false, golden sun, as if the city itself were applying a filter. My instructions had been clear: I wanted all the television stations, all the important photographers, all the society influencers. If it was going to be a night of triumph, let the whole world see.In the hotel suite, before the full-length mirror, I adjusted the clasp of my dress, a Valentino in blood-red, with a dramatic train and a neckline I knew was the limit of what my father would tolerate. It was armor."Channel Four has confirmed attendance, Mrs. Reed," said my assistant, consulting a tablet. "The Times as well. And Tatiana's blog has already posted a preview of your look.""Good," I replied, not taking my eyes off my reflection. "Make sure they have the best spots."My father entered the suite without knocking, his impeccable tuxedo already on. He stopped behind me in the mirror, hands clasped behind his back, a statesman's pose that still looked strange on hi

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

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