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The incessant notifications caught Adrian’s attention. He quickly patted his suit, taking one last glance at himself in the mirror before reaching for his phone.Unlocking it, he went through the files carefully, studying every detail attached to the photos that had been sent to him.For a moment, confusion flickered across his face. Then his eyes landed on the vehicle in the images.The truck from last night, the one they believe it wasn't an accident.He got interrupted by a call and proceeded to pick.“Hey… I don’t understand,” he said, his tone edged with curiosity. “If the truck is being rented out, why keep records like this?”“From what I gathered,” the voice on the other end replied, “it’s owned by one person. And whoever it is uses it to target people, making it look like accidents.”A slow smirk formed on Adrian’s lips.Now that… made perfect sense.A truck involved in multiple ‘accidents’ yet never traced, never questioned. Always slipping through without accountability.“M

Who would have thought the day would come when the very name they once mocked would now leave them restless? Layla now held the key to everything they desired—their success their influence—and the worst part was that she hadn’t even said a word. She hadn’t spoken about her past, how deeply they had hurt her, or how much she endured just to earn their approval, yet that silence alone was enough to suffocate them. They could barely breathe under its weight. Layla hadn’t even begun to speak about what she went through as a wife, how she was used, how she was beaten, how she was accused of things she never did, and still, they were already unraveling. Sophia remained the only one pretending not to be affected, even after learning that Layla was connected to the Harthwore family, and knowing that once her son was introduced, it would create waves powerful enough to shift everything, she stood firm—or at least, she pretended to. Zara, on the other hand, had seen it all—the news, the int

The security guard alerted the others inside as he ran toward her. He crouched beside her, lifting her head into his hands and shaking her gently. “Ma’am! Ma’am! Can you hear me?” She didn’t move. She didn’t respond. Panic crept into his voice. “Can anyone hear me? Please get Sir Ethan; she’s not waking up!”A few staff members came running, and right behind them was Ethan; someone had already rushed to get him from the office. He pushed through the crowd without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of her. Carefully, he lifted her into his arms and carried her straight to his car.He laid her across the back seat, rushed into the driver’s seat, and sped off.The thirty-minute drive took only twenty.By the time he arrived at the hospital, his brother was already waiting outside. Ethan barely parked properly before jumping out and yanking the door open. Together, they lifted her onto a stretcher, and within seconds, she was rushed inside.Ethan remained outside, pacing restlessl

Work had been going really well for the Harthwore family; deals were being closed, and contracts were being signed. Layla was also getting connected and attending a few conferences. She had been the talk of the country since the opening of her gallery, and she hadn’t encountered any problems so far.Though the news of how Nolan's company had been performing lingered on her mind since she watched it, she refused to let it bother her.He had been struggling with his previous project, and Ashley had been offering a helping hand, but it remained stagnant. Even with her influence, they hadn’t been meeting people, as most of them claimed to be busy or out of the country.Today was the day—they had planned to have dinner and introduce Nolan as Ashley’s husband.It had been a hectic day for Layla, and she had lost the zeal to go there. Or maybe it was because she would rather not be in the midst of Ashley and her husband.It was obvious her mother, Ruth, was aware that she was Nolan’s ex-wife

Father! You made it." Ashley rose from her chair with excitement, hurrying to pull him into a hug. “I was just asking about you from Mother.” “I had to attend a meeting, and I’m just coming from there,” he responded, his gaze settling on Nolan, who didn’t immediately meet his eyes. Layla had no issue with her calling them “Father” and “Mother,” but the way Ashley kept repeating it while staring at her made it obvious she was trying to make her feel like she had been there long before she was found. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. I will serve you,” Ruth urged the two men who had just stepped into the room. Adrian searched for a seat and found none except the one beside Nolan. He moved closer, adjusting himself to sit comfortably. Nolan’s heart was pounding so loudly that Adrian, seated next to him, could almost hear it. “I’ll just have the fruits. That’s enough,” Harthwore said. She nodded excitedly as she served him. “How was your meeting?” Nolan inquired. He was the la