Semua Bab SILENT BETWEEN TWO HEARTS: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The next development came quietly, too quietly.It was Elena who noticed first.The absence of noise.For days after the failed maneuver and the discreet arrest, La Rivera existed in a strange calm. No threats. No emails. No anonymous articles. No movement on the financial fronts that had been aggressively probing its foundations.To anyone else, it would have looked like victory.To Elena, it looked like regrouping.“They’re not gone,” she said to Harry one morning as they reviewed reports in her office. “They’re recalibrating.”Harry nodded. “People like this don’t retreat. They reposition.”And then, almost as if summoned by her words, the past returned wearing a new face.The call came from a private number Elena hadn’t seen in years.She didn’t answer it at first.Something about the timing felt deliberate.When it rang again minutes later, she picked up.“Miss Dubois,” the voice said smoothly. “Or should I say… Mrs. Dubois.”Elena stiffened. Harry, seated across from her, immedi

The rhythm of wedding preparations had begun to pulse quietly through Elena’s life, careful and deliberate, as though every step forward was taken with measured intention. Nothing was rushed. Nothing was announced with certainty. There was no date yet, only direction. The absence of a fixed timeline was intentional, strategic even. Elena understood the language of visibility, and she knew that sometimes the strongest statement was to proceed without flinching.La Rivera would not shrink.If anything, it would stand taller.From the outside, it looked like a celebration was underway, design sketches circulating discreetly, venues discussed in hushed tones, fashion houses reaching out with proposals. Inside, however, Elena remained watchful. Threats had not vanished simply because the truth had been exposed. If anything, they had grown quieter, more calculating.And then the whispers began.It started as industry murmurs, soft conversations exchanged at private investor dinners, hints d

The city woke up to a different kind of balance.From the outside, nothing appeared to have changed. Traffic still flowed past La Rivera, the lights still glowed at dusk, and the building across the street remained quiet, almost deceptively so. But beneath that calm sat a reality only a few understood: the ground had shifted, and Elena now controlled more than just influence. She controlled positioning.Inside La Rivera, the day unfolded with precision.Meetings began early. Curators moved through the halls with renewed confidence, artists rehearsed without distraction, and staff worked with the assurance of people who knew they were protected by leadership that thought three steps ahead. Elena walked through the space slowly, acknowledging people with a nod or a brief word, her presence steadying the room without demanding attention.She did not announce her victory.She never did.Instead, she focused on what came next.Expansion brought new risks. Owning the building across the str

The days that followed the confrontation did not explode into chaos the way most people would have expected.Instead, everything became sharper.Elena moved through La Rivera with heightened awareness, her senses tuned not to fear but to pattern. Every greeting, every meeting request, every delayed email, she weighed them carefully. The faceless rival had stepped forward, and that alone changed the terrain. Shadows were easier to fight than men who believed they were untouchable.She would remind him otherwise.Security at La Rivera was reinforced quietly. No dramatic announcements. No visible guards that would unsettle visitors. Instead, access protocols were updated, surveillance systems refined, and internal movement tracked with surgical precision. Elena trusted her peoplee but she trusted verification more.Harry watched her closely during this period. Not with concern, but with respect. This was a side of Elena he had glimpsed before during the Helen crisis, but never at this sc

Despite the shadows that had begun to creep into their lives, the wedding preparations moved forward with a determination that felt almost defiant.La Rivera refused to slow.Elena refused to retreat.And Harry refused to let fear steal the future they were finally brave enough to claim.The threats, the faceless rival, the attacks, the fire, the abduction, each had shaken their world, but none had broken it. If anything, they had hardened Elena’s resolve. She understood now that La Rivera was not just a business; it was a symbol. And symbols were always targeted when people feared what they represented.So she chose to make theirs stronger.Every morning, La Rivera opened its doors with the same confidence it always had. Artists arrived with portfolios tucked under their arms. Curators held meetings in glass-walled rooms overlooking the lounge floor. Investors toured the building with cautious curiosity that quickly turned into admiration. Even as rumors swirled and danger hovered, L