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Chapter 81

Johnson barely remembered the drive home.The road blurred beneath his tires as his foot stayed heavy on the accelerator, knuckles white against the steering wheel. Every red light felt like a personal insult. His chest buzzed with urgency, the kind that made breathing feel optional.The gate swung open and he didn’t even bother parking properly. He jumped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and stormed into the house.“Damon!”His voice echoed down the hallway. “Damon!”No answer.He turned sharply, nearly colliding with the butler rounding the corner.“Where’s Damon?” Johnson asked, breathless.The butler adjusted his posture, startled. “Master Johnson, he’s in his father’s study, but he specifically said he would prefer not to be—”Johnson was already moving.“—disturbed,” the butler finished quietly to no one.Damon sat in front of a blank canvas, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight. He inhaled slowly, then exhaled, trying to quiet the noise in his head. The room smelled faintly of pa

Chapter 82

Chelle didn’t knock.She pushed the door open and stood there for a second, her hand still on the handle, like she’d forgotten how to move forward. Her eyes were red, swollen, glassy—like she’d already cried everything she had, but her body hadn’t gotten the message yet.Daisy looked up from her bed. One glance at Chelle’s face and she was already sitting up.“Hey—what happened?” she asked softly.Chelle tried to answer. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, her face crumpled so suddenly it startled even her, and the next breath she took shattered. A broken sound tore out of her chest as she crossed the room in three unsteady steps and collapsed onto Daisy’s bed.Daisy didn’t ask again. She just wrapped her arms around Chelle and pulled her in.And that was all it took.Chelle broke.She sobbed like she hadn’t sobbed in years—deep, painful cries that made her shoulders jerk and her chest ache. Her fingers clenched into Daisy’s shirt as if she were afraid of falling through

Chapter 83

Simon pushed the front door open with more force than necessary, loosening his tie as he stepped into the mansion.“Mom?” he called absentmindedly. “Mom?”There was No answer.The house felt too quiet.Then— “In the study.”Damon’s voice echoed from the study Simon’s jaw tightened slightly before he walked down the hallway. He already knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation and Johnson must have blabbed about what he saw earlier today He opened the study door.Damon was standing by the window, hands tucked behind his back like a judge preparing to deliver a sentence.“You’re back late,” Damon said without turning around.“Work.” Simon dropped his briefcase on the desk. “Some of us actually have companies to run.”Damon finally turned to face him.“Oh you do ?.” He whined “dazzle me but you had the time to take half of the girls in the city out for breakfast Simon exhaled slowly. “wtf why are you nagging like you’re my wife or something ?”“Look I can’t bare to see chel

Chapter 84

Johnson’s car had been idling for almost ten minutes, the soft hum of the engine blending with the distant noise of traffic. He checked the time on the dashboard, then looked up just in time to see Daisy step out of the building, sunlight catching in her braids.The irritation on his face dissolved instantly.She hurried toward the car, adjusting her bag, her steps quick and apologetic. He leaned across the seat and pushed the door open for her before she could touch the handle.“Hey, baby.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.Daisy slid into the seat, breath slightly uneven. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”Johnson raised an eyebrow dramatically. “You did.” He paused, watching the way her shoulders stiffened. Then he grinned. “But I’d wait all day for my world’s best girlfriend.”Heat crept up Daisy’s neck. She swatted his arm lightly. “Stop.”He chuckled and pulled out of the parking space.For a moment, they rode in comfortable silence. Daisy traced invisible patte

Chapter 85

Damon knocked slightly “Who’s there ?” Chelle shouted “it’s open”He pushed the door open gently, like he was afraid the sound alone might shatter whatever was left of her.Chelle was curled up on the couch, back to the door, staring at nothing. The curtains were half-drawn, the living room dim even though it was still early evening. Her phone lay face down beside her, silent but heavy with everything she had seen.He stepped inside and closed the door softly.“Chelle.”She didn’t move.He walked closer, slower this time, until he sat on the couch right next to her . From this angle he could see her eyes—red, swollen, exhausted. She had been crying long enough that the tears had stopped coming.He exhaled quietly.“I heard.”A dry laugh left her lips. “Of course you did. Johnson must have told you .”He sat on the edge of the bed, leaving space between them. Not crowding her. Not forcing comfort on her.“They went out for breakfast,” she said before he could speak again. “Breakfast.”

Chapter 86

The chandelier above the dining table cast a warm golden glow across the room, reflecting off crystal glasses and polished silverware. The scent of roasted rosemary chicken and buttered garlic bread lingered in the air. It was one of those rare evenings when everyone was home at the same time.Lilian sat at the head of the table, composed as always, her silk blouse crisp, her posture regal. She gently set down her wine glass and looked at her sons one after the other.Damon was scrolling through his phone lazily, while Johnson was halfway through his second helping, far more focused on the food than whatever conversation was coming.She cleared her throat.“I’m hosting a party next weekend.”Johnson paused mid-bite. Damon’s eyes lifted slowly.“A party?” Johnson echoed, suspicious already. “What kind of party?”“A proper one,” Lilian replied smoothly. “Not the kind where you boys blast music and break my vases. I’m talking about something elegant. Refined. Important guests.”Damon lea

Chapter 87

Simon had been really busy with goods disbursement over the week and hadn’t spoken to Camila since the breakfast incident. He had expected her to ask questions, but she didn’t, which kind of bothered him.As he was working, his phone chimed. He ignored it at first, thinking it was maybe his mom or Damon. It chimed again, and he peeped to see a message from Camila. He was shocked, and his attention shifted to his phoneCamila: hey youSimon: been a whileCamila: my bad, got caught up in some family businessSimon: I hope you’re all good now?Camila: yes yea my lord I’m all good now, did you miss me?Simon: Oh come on. Wanna come to the office? We could grab lunch together.Camila: So you do miss me? Anyways I’m in the waiting room. I wanted to text you first before I come in.Simon: oh come on in.Camila: alright alright I’m coming in.He exhaled slowly, adjusting his cuffs before he even realized he was doing it.Moments later, the elevator doors slid open.Camila stepped out smiling

Chapter 88

Lilian walked straight through the glass doors of Simon’s office building like she owned the place—which, technically, she partly did.The receptionist startled. “Ma’am—”“It’s fine,” Lilian said smoothly, already moving toward the elevators. “I’m here for my son.”Upstairs, Simon’s assistant barely had time to stand before Lilian pushed open the door to his office.Simon looked up from behind his desk.“Mom !.”He didn’t sound surprised. He sounded tired.Lilian closed the door gently behind her, taking in the office quietly “You left early ,” she observed, setting her handbag on the chair without asking permission. “Are you hiding from me?”“I had loads of work waiting for me ,” he replied flatly. “What are you doing here?”She smiled faintly. “Must I need a reason to see my son and my late husband’s company”He leaned back in his chair. “When you show up at my office unannounced? Yes.”Lilian ignored the edge in his voice and sat down opposite him.“I heard you went out to breakf

Chapter 89

The house had been awake since dawn.By noon, it no longer looked like a home—it looked like a ball roomLilian stood at the center of it all, perfectly still while chaos swirled around her like wind around a lighthouse. Her silk blouse was immaculate, cream against deep walnut floors, not a single wrinkle daring to exist. Around her, florists moved in and out carrying crates of white peonies and blush roses, the scent soft but persistent. The event planner’s assistants whispered frantically over seating charts. Somewhere in the kitchen, a tray crashed.Lilian didn’t flinch.“Those arrangements,” she said, her voice calm but sharp enough to cut glass, “are too symmetrical. This isn’t a funeral. Loosen them.”The florist blinked. “Ma’am?”She stepped forward, adjusting one stem herself, tilting the bouquet just slightly off-center. Instantly, it looked intentional. Effortless.“Perfection,” she murmured, “should never look like it tried.”Across the living room, a ladder wobbled as one

Chapter 90

Chelle stared at Daisy from the edge of her bed as if it might dissolve if she ignored her long enough.Daisy did not share that optimism.“You’re going,” Daisy announced from the doorway, arms folded, expression firm in a way that suggested this was not a discussion.Chelle didn’t look up. “No, I’m not.”“Yes. You are.”“No.”Daisy walked in, picked up the invitation, and waved it lightly. “Johnson personally invited us. And so did Damon. This isn’t some random gathering. It’s their party.”Chelle’s jaw tightened. “Exactly.”Daisy exhaled slowly and sat beside her. “You can’t keep hiding every time something involves him.”She didn’t say Simon’s name. She didn’t have to.Chelle finally looked at her. Her eyes weren’t red, not today. Just tired. “I’m not hiding.”“You’ve canceled three outings this week.”“I was busy.”“You reorganized your closet by color.”Chelle blinked. “…It needed structure.”Daisy’s mouth twitched despite herself. Then she softened. “Chelle, listen to me.”Sile

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