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Richard."Is there anything in this world that actually satisfies you, Angela?" I roared, turning around to glare at her. "I just transferred fifty thousand dollars to the event planners this morning! Fifty thousand! For a hall we are only using for six hours!"Angela didn't even flinch. She sat on the kitchen island in her silk robe, filing her acrylic nails like she hadn't just demanded another twenty grand for imported flowers."That hall is standard, Richard," she said, her voice dripping with soft, fake innocence that made my blood boil. "I told you from day one that I am not having a cheap, second-class wedding. This is my dream day. Everyone in our circle is coming. Do you want me to look like a beggar in front of my friends?""A beggar?" I scoffed, shoving my hands into my pockets as I paced around angrily. “You’re wearing a thirty-thousand-dollar custom gown! You demanded a six-tier cake, a live orchestra, and a private jet to Greece for the honeymoon. I’m bleeding money ever

Gemma.Gigi parked in front of the salon, and we got out of the car.As we walked toward the entrance, I noticed a man standing near the newspaper stand across the street.He looked like he was checking his phone, but something about him caught my attention. He kept glancing in our direction."See that man by the newspaper stand," Gigi said quietly, adjusting her bag. "Looks like we are being watched.""Let them look," I said under my breath. "Julian said they would. As long as she stays locked up safe at the penthouse, they are wasting their time."We turned the corner and entered the beauty lounge. It was packed with women getting their hair and nails done, and the air smelled like hairspray and perfumes. We sat down in our chairs, looking forward to a quiet afternoon.Angela walked in with an assistant carrying two garment bags behind her. She had that fake smile on her face and carried herself like she owned the place.She passed our chairs, caught my eye in the mirror, and stoppe

Gemma.My head was pounding, and I had no idea where I was. I tried to look around, but the lights above me were too bright. Everything looked blurry.I tried to turn my head to figure out what was happening, but the pain in my head made it difficult. Then I noticed someone beside my bed.Julian.He sat close to the bed, still in his tuxedo from the party. His tie was gone, and both hands held mine."Gemma," he whispered, his voice rough and tired. "Thank God."I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. My hand moved toward the table beside the bed.“Water,” I whispered.Julian reached for it immediately and helped me take a few small sips. I handed the glass back, then tried to smile at him, but even that felt like too much.“What happened?” I asked. “Why are we here?”I looked around the room again.“It was just the heat, Julian. There were too many people, and I had champagne on an empty stomach. We can go home now.”He didn’t smile. His thumb slowly rubbed the back of my hand, but

Gemma.Julian and Damien stayed beside my bed after Anne left. The room was quiet, and for a while, none of us said anything.Julian looked at me and reached for my hand “Gemma, don’t worry about…”Bzz. Bzz.The phone in his pocket buzzed. He took it out and checked the screen. His expression changed as soon as he saw who was calling."I'm sorry, baby," Julian said. "This is an important call. It's very urgent. I have to go, but I will come back tomorrow.""Is everything okay?" I asked, looking up at him with worry.Julian nodded at me with a gentle smile and squeezed my hand. "Don't worry about it. Just focus on getting better."He kissed the top of my head.Beside him, Damien gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze too. "Stay strong, Gemma.""I'll call Gigi to come inside and look after you," Julian added as he turned toward the door. "And I'll order some food for you."With that, Julian and Damien left the room together.Gigi came back into the room. She took one look at me and paused.“

Gemma.After a few hours of observation, the doctors finally agreed that I could go home. I was still weak, but they wanted me to rest somewhere familiar and continue my treatment under their care."Gemma!"The moment I stepped through the front door of my penthouse, Katia rushed forward and threw her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my shirt.I winced, my sore ribs aching from the tight squeeze, but I gently patted her back, letting out an exhausted breath.Katia pulled back, her eyes red and filled with tears as she looked at my tired face. “Gigi told me everything,” she sobbed.Behind us, Julian and Gigi stepped inside, quietly locking the door. I managed a weak, tired smile, taking her trembling hands in mine. "Katia... Thank you. Seeing you right here means everything to me."Katia wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, offering a watery smile. "When I heard you were sick, I couldn't just sit in the back room and do nothing. The least I