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The Bamboo Court was located on the eastern side of the estate, the most elegant section of the property. The courtyard housed several suites, all meticulously cleaned and beautifully maintained. "Ms. Watson, this is your room. Rest well. I'll arrange for some maids to take care of you. If you need anything, just let them know.""Got it," Elisa replied, yawning as if she were too tired to care. She stepped inside, shut the door behind her, and flopped onto the soft, spacious bed. With a quick kick, her shoes flew off, and she buried herself under the comforter like she was ready to sleep the night away.However, under the blanket, her eyes snapped open, wide awake and sharp.Maurice was a deranged control freak. That psycho had hidden cameras in the room.The moment Elisa entered the suite, she felt the unnerving sensation of being watched. Pretending to yawn, she quickly scanned the room. The décor was almost flawless, but one painting on the wall stood out-it didn't match the room's

Calvin fled for his life.Carmen chased him until she was out of breath, only stopping when he disappeared into the distance. Frustrated, she threw the kitchen knife onto the ground, wiped the sweat off her face, and flagged down a cab to head to the Watson residence. The villa remained grand and imposing, a symbol of their past as Vinelake's wealthiest family. Despite recent turmoil, its opulence remained untouched.Carmen hammered on the gate, repeatedly pressing the doorbell."Is anyone there? Come out! I need to speak with the Watson family members! It's urgent!" she yelled.Finally, a maid appeared.Carmen clung to the iron gate, desperation clear in her voice. "I need to see Mr. and Mrs. Watson! Let me in!""They're not home," the maid replied coolly. "Even Mr. Sebastian isn't here. Why don't you try the Walsh family if it's something urgent?"Carmen froze for a moment before quickly jumping back into the cab. "To the Walsh residence," she told the driver.The Walsh residence wa

Arnold had been so close to making her his that night.However, Elisa had fought him with everything she had. She would rather stab herself with shards of glass than surrender, keeping her rationality despite the drugs in her system. Her determination to stay lucid, to guard herself like he was the enemy, had been unshakable.And then, Damien had taken her away.At that moment, the jealousy inside Arnold erupted, consuming every ounce of his rationality.Every cell in his body screamed, "Elisa belongs to me. She was always meant to be mine."For the first time, Arnold faced his true feelings. He didn't just want Elisa. He needed her.As Vinelake grew smaller and smaller beneath him, fading into the horizon, Arnold's dark eyes burned with fierce determination.One day, he would return. And when he did, he would reclaim everything that was his.He thought, "Elisa, you won't escape me."...On Elisa's fourth day in Ablil, her acupuncture treatments on Maurice continued to work wonders.U

Imogen chuckled softly, letting go of her fixation on the flowers. She turned her head toward Johanna's voice and said, "I've already made arrangements. When my brother gets back, we'll visit Frosty Chapel together. And then..." She beckoned Johanna closer with a mischievous wave.Johanna leaned in, curious."I'll make sure you two get some alone time," Imogen whispered with a smile. "You have to take the chance, okay? No man can resist when a woman puts herself out there. Sometimes, you've just got to drop the whole 'playing hard to get' thing." Johanna's face turned crimson, and her blush spread to her ears. She mumbled, "I get it, Imogen. I'll try my best..."Satisfied, Imogen patted Johanna's hand.The two of them lounged in the courtyard, soaking up the sunlight as they waited for Damien to return.Damien had been tied up with work these past few days. After being away from Seldvale for so long, the responsibilities waiting for him were endless. His conglomerate alone had accumul

Just a few minutes earlier, when Damien's line was busy, Imogen had called Thomas instead, complaining of stomach discomfort. Hearing that, Damien rubbed his throbbing temple.After all, she was his only sibling, his sister who had shielded him when they were children, losing her eyesight in the process.And there was more. Imogen's heartbreak ran deep. Her fiancé, Archie, died a month before their wedding and became lost at sea under circumstances that tied back to Damien in complicated ways. Archie's death left her shattered, and the only thing keeping her grounded now was the child she carried. If something happened to that baby, Damien knew Imogen might not recover. "Got it."Damien left the office and headed back to the Russell residence.In the Russell residence's front yard, Imogen was sipping on juice, her cheeks flushed and her demeanor lively. There was no hint of the discomfort she had claimed earlier.Damien's jaw clenched, his sharp eyes darkening.Hearing his footsteps,