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"Don’t be ungrateful, milady. Look upstairs." The unknown voice cut through the party's hum. Diana looked up immediately. There he stood, swirling his wine cup before raising it toward her in a mock toast. He was dressed entirely in crimson—a sharp, red suit that matched her own gown perfectly. A black mask obscured his face, mirroring her own. Bryan followed her gaze to the balcony, his jaw tightening as he took in the stranger. "Is he the 'well-wisher' you spoke about?" "He is Sonia’s friend," Diana whispered, her heart racing. "And he is asking for a dance." Bryan’s hand clenched into a fist. Beside him, he could feel the weight of a third gaze; he knew without looking that it was Micheal. "But I am the one who brought you here," Bryan snapped. "You are my girlfriend today, which means you dance with me and no other man." "I understand, Bryan, but don’t be like this," Diana pleaded. "A dance with him won’t spoil anything. He gave me this dress as a gift; dancing with him

Andrew was about to look away when a single figure anchored his attention. She stood apart from the rest, draped in a long yellow dress that clung to her curves, her dark hair cascading like a silk waterfall down to her waist. She bore a striking resemblance to the woman who had just struck Tanu, radiant, like a morning sun rising over the horizon. As he watched her smile at the stage, a jagged memory from twenty-five years ago tore through his mind. It was a blurred, flickering image that sharpened with a painful clarity, leaving him lightheaded. His heart hammered against his ribs; he couldn't be certain, but the curve of that smile felt like a ghost returning to life. He shifted his gaze from her to the young girl standing on the stage, a girl he instinctively suspected was her daughter. "Oh really?" Diana sneered, her eyes fixed on the red fingerprint still blooming on Tanu’s cheek. "Look who’s talking about loyalty. You have a fiancé, yet you still sleep around. Why? Is

"Why are you seated here?" Diana mumbled, handing the water to him. He gulped it down his throat. She was still in her nightwear, which stopped just above her thighs, revealing her slim legs. "I felt like it," Micheal said, smirking as he stared at the TV. "Who do you think you are to sit on my property?" Diana spat. "First you broke my room glass, and now you sit on my favorite sofa. As what?" "As a visitor," Micheal answered. He stood up, his height swallowing hers. "Still the doll I know." He roughed her hair; she glared, slipping away from his fingers. "And my angry bird." "I am not the same girl you used years ago," Diana countered. "So stop with the pretenses and go straight to the point." Micheal looked at her. "I want you back. Is that straightforward enough now?" Diana’s reaction remained blank; he shrugged, expecting her to say something. "I know I’ve wronged you in many ways and I am sorry for that, but you can’t live with it forever... things need to be forgotten

Both women turned to see a man approaching. Diana recognized him immediately, it was Jacob, the man from the party. "Come with me," Jacob offered. "I will show you to his office." Tanu’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Did Micheal demand for her to be taken to his office? Isn't that risky? What if she steals something while he is in the conference room?" Jacob didn't miss a beat. "If that were to be possible, he wouldn't have asked me to call her." Diana gave Tanu a mocking smile. "Let’s go." She followed behind Jacob as he led the way. Upon reaching the office, Jacob ushered her in and closed the door behind him. Diana stood alone for a few moments, observing the luxury of the room, until the door opened again. Micheal stepped inside, and she faced him immediately. "You came to see me?" Micheal asked. "No, I came to see the idiot of this company," Diana snapped. Micheal raised a brow. He walked toward his desk and rested against it, facing her directly. "And that idiot of

Jayden kept on smiling, staring at the profile on his computer. He had been researching the guy he met at the supermarket the other day. It had been three weeks, and he finally got him. "Alex Holt," he mumbled. "Age twenty-five, straight guy, works in a clubhouse named Blung. An orphan and a school dropout. Interesting...". His phone buzzed; it was a message from Sia. Sia: Are you in for a party? Diana is joining.*. Jayden smiled, typing a reply. Jayden: Sure thing. Am I invited? Michael too?* [He added a winking emoji]. Sia: I have already sent him an invite, but didn't mention Diana coming. [Another winking emoji]. Jayden chuckled and typed back. Jayden: I have a place in mind. Bling Clubhouse. Not far from here. Sia: Okay then. She went offline afterward. Jayden remained smiling, staring off into space as dirty plans colored his thoughts. Afterward, he got dressed, switched off his computer, and left the house in his red car. ‘ Unknown Warehouse ‘ The roo