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Victoria buttoned the shirt and was finally somewhat covered. It was big enough to cover her till the knees os it was a relief, her heart still racing from the shock of seeing Alexander in nothing but a towel. She took a shaky breath and pressed him again. “Let me go see the apartment. I need to check what happened… or at least retrieve my things. I can’t just stay here like this.”Alexander hurriedly pulled a shirt over himself and vanished for a while to get his trousers. Only his voice came from the changing area.“Your things are already here. I brought them over yesterday so you wouldn’t have to go back in there.”“Huh?” She blinked, confused.“I packed up what I could salvage while you were unconscious. — They’re in the living room. Reconstruction starts today, so there’s no point going back. The place is gutted.”“You… you packed my things?” Victoria’s voice rose in disbelief. The thought of him going through her belongings.Alexander didn’t answer immediately. He moved into th

Alexander left the apartment shortly after the letter incident, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that left the space feeling unnaturally silent. Victoria sat at the table with her head buried in her hands, elbows digging into the wood. The pink letter lay crumpled beside her plate, a painful reminder of her younger, more hopeful self.“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” she whispered into her palms. Everything was spiralling. The fire, waking up naked in his bed, the dreams, the pregnancy she was desperately hiding, and now this — Alexander reading her old love confession like it was some amusing game. Her heart felt raw, exposed. She didn’t know whether to scream or cry.After a few minutes of heavy silence, she forced herself up. She needed to see the damage for herself. Slipping on a pair of Alexander’s oversized slippers, she crossed the terrace to her ruined apartment. The smell hit her immediately — charred wood, melted plastic, and soot. The kitchen was co

Vanessa paced frantically in her lavish bedroom, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder as she clutched her phone with white-knuckled fingers. Tears streamed down her face. Win’s latest demand echoed in her head like a death sentence: 10 million dollars, or the video goes public.She dialed Alexander again. Straight to voicemail. Her fingers flew across the screen, sending another string of desperate texts:Please pick up. I can explain everything. Alex, don’t do this. We can fix it. I need you right now. Please.Grandpa had already summoned her twice today, demanding to know why she failed to seduce Alexander that night. The old man’s cold disappointment was terrifying enough, but losing Alexander? That would destroy everything. The family’s financial lifeline would vanish, and she would have no way to pay Win. Even her private funds and jewelry weren’t liquid enough to move that kind of money without raising immediate red flags.“This is going to be the end of me…” she whispered, v

Lucas hurried to her side the moment he saw her face go pale, catching her before she could collapse onto the sofa. “Hey, hey—Victoria,” he said gently, steadying her shoulders. “Breathe.”She was blank for several long seconds, staring at the ultrasound image and the hospital report in her trembling hands. Then her eyes lifted to his, wide with fear and confusion. “How did you… Why… When?” The words came out in a broken stutter. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow.“Calm down,” Lucas said softly, guiding her to sit properly on the sofa. He quickly fetched a glass of water from the kitchen and pressed it into her hands. “I didn’t mean to find out. That day you left the hospital early… the doctor pulled me aside and told me about your condition. Later, your medical reports were mistakenly delivered to the office. I brought them home so no one else would see them. I swear I had no intention of prying. This was never my business.”Victoria clutched the glass tightly, water sloshing over

---Luther Morgan sat behind the massive oak desk in his dimly lit office, the only light coming from the glowing screen of his laptop and a single desk lamp. The room smelled of aged whiskey and cigar smoke. On the screen were dozens of messages, photos, and reports sent by his private investigator. He clicked through them slowly, his face hardening with every new piece of evidence.Photos of Alexander and Victoria emerging from the same apartment building at different times. Security footage timestamps. A clear image of Alexander carrying a blanket-wrapped figure, unmistakably Victoria, out of a smoke-filled unit. Another set of images showed them leaving together in the morning. The building manager had done an excellent job.Luther leaned back in his leather chair and breathed in deeply. “Good job,” he muttered under his breath, forwarding the files to a secure folder.The man standing silently beside the desk — a tall, sharp-featured investigator in a dark suit — cleared his thro