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That morning, I had already arrived at the airport with a few bodyguards behind me.The city air felt different the moment I stepped out, sharper, heavier, like it was reminding me that this was where everything began and where everything could still fall apart. I walked forward without hesitation. I already knew by now that Alice and the kids were already at the new house I had prepared for them.Last night, after leaving the hospital, after walking away while Alice slept beside our child’s bed, I had acted fast. I told Noah to prepare a new house with a good site, quiet, secure, far from unnecessary eyes. I called a trusted doctor, hired maids, people who would take care of Alice and the boys without asking questions, without reporting to anyone else. I made sure everything was arranged before sunrise.Because if there was one thing I had learned, it was that hesitation costs more than action.As I came out of the airport terminal, my other assistant rushed toward me, slightly out o

I was surprised when Noah arrived at the hospital earlier that morning.Surprised was an understatement, actually. I had been sitting beside Dillion’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in that steady rhythm that only comes when a fever finally breaks, when I heard the door open softly. I thought it was a nurse. Maybe another routine check. I did not expect to look up and see Noah standing there, dressed neatly as always, his expression calm, respectful, almost gentle.“Good morning, Ms. Alice,” he said quietly.For a second, I just stared at him.“Noah?” I asked, my voice low so I would not wake the children. “What are you doing here?”“Mr. Vincent asked me to come,” he replied simply.That alone made my chest tighten.Vincent.Even after waking up and realizing he was gone, even after feeling that hollow space beside me, I had not expected this. I had not expected him to arrange things so quickly, so thoroughly, as if he had anticipated every need before I could even name it myse

It was 6 p.m. already.I checked the time again, not because I was impatient, but because I liked knowing exactly when the trap was closing. Timing was everything. A minute too early and the prey sensed danger. A minute too late and the moment lost its edge.The other time, I was the one waiting for a meeting.I sat back against the plush chair, crossing my legs slowly, my fingers brushing the rim of the glass in front of me. Vincent didn’t know the trap he was stepping into. He never did. He always believed he had things under his control, that calm arrogance stitched into his bones like it was part of his DNA. That was what made him dangerous, and also what made him predictable.But now, I was going to change that theory for him.Just a little tip to his assistants, just one careless mouth, one bastard who liked money more than loyalty. That was all it took. The man had been spitting everything, company secrets, internal strategies, lists of potential investors, even the quiet conve

It was already 7 p.m. when I arrived at the hotel.The sky outside was dark, heavy clouds hanging low as if the city itself was holding its breath. I stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting my coat, my expression calm even though every instinct in my body was on alert. Lillian Brooklyn never invited anyone without a reason, and she never did anything without calculating ten steps ahead.I walked into the hotel lobby, my footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. The staff straightened immediately when they saw me, heads bowing, eyes avoiding direct contact. She had rented the place, or at least this entire section of it. That alone told me how serious she was about this meeting.The hallway leading to the private room was unnervingly quiet. No music. No chatter. No guests passing by. Just silence, thick and deliberate.When I reached the door, the waiter standing outside stiffened the moment he saw me. His back straightened, his hands clasped nervously in front of him.“Miss

I sat in the bathtub, trying to cool off, the heat was making me groan. Whatever Lillian mixed in that drink was something else, something that burned through my veins and refused to let my thoughts settle. The water had long gone lukewarm, yet my skin still felt like it was on fire. My head throbbed, my vision swimming every time I blinked, my body reacting in ways I hated that I could not fully control. I clenched my jaw, leaning my head back against the cold tile, breathing slowly, counting in my head the way doctors taught me years ago. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It barely helped. My phone rang once. I ignored it. It rang again, the sound slicing through the haze in my mind. I groaned, lifting my hand with effort and grabbing the phone from the edge of the tub. The screen blurred, but I did not need to see the name to know who it was. Vincent. “Alice,” I heard her voice, worried, tight. “Are you okay?” I groaned again, low and involuntary, the sound bet