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The small, dark service room smelled of old dust and stale air. Victoria Morati sat on the edge of the narrow, stiff bed, her face twisted into an ugly mask of pure rage. Her expensive red dress was wrinkled, her makeup was slightly smeared, and her hands were shaking with anger.Standing right beside her, Clara was pacing back and forth across the tiny floor, muttering curses under her breath."I cannot believe it!" Clara hissed, stopping abruptly to glare at Victoria. "Did you see how big brother looked at us? Did you hear the way he defended that street girl over his own blood? He actually threatened to banish us from the city! Because of her!"Victoria did not answer right away. She slowly raised her head, her dark eyes narrowing into dangerous, calculated slits. The humiliation she had suffered at the breakfast table had burned away any remaining patience she had. She was a Morati. She belonged to the highest circles of power and wealth. She was not going to let some nameless gir

Lucien didn't look at the brooch. He didn't ask how it got into the hallway closet coat pocket, nor did he demand an explanation from Alessia. He already knew his wife's character. He knew the quiet, fierce dignity she carried, and he knew the kind of petty, venomous desperation that lived inside people like Victoria and Clara."You think you are very clever, Victoria," Lucien said, taking a slow, deliberate step forward until he was towering directly over her. The sheer height and intimidating presence of the billionaire made Victoria take an involuntary half-step backward, her breath hitching in her throat. "You come into my house uninvited. You insult my hospitality. You throw tantrums like spoiled children because my sister helps you smuggle your luggage past my security. And now, you expect me to believe that my wife—who holds the keys to every single asset I own, a woman who cares nothing for your fragile, hollow social games—sneaked down to a damp service room just to steal a p

Alessia squeezed Lucien’s hand gently, her voice soft and raspy. "I'm okay, Lucien. Really. I just... I tried to be too strong today.""You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Alessia," Lucien whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down and pressed a long, tender kiss against her knuckles. "I should have protected your peace. I should have kept those toxic people far away from this house the second they landed.""You did protect me," Alessia smiled faintly, her dark eyes shining with deep affection. "You stood by me. You trusted me. That was all I needed."Dr. Helen stood up fully, pulling a prescription pad from her pocket and writing out a few notes. "I am writing strict orders for complete bed rest for the next forty-eight hours. No stressful visitors, no corporate paperwork, no high-tension environments, and zero emotional strain. She needs absolute peace, nourishing food, and deep sleep. If her stress levels spike like this again, it coul

The room was very quiet.Alessia was sleeping on the big bed. She looked calm. Her face was soft, and she took slow, easy breaths. Her dark hair was spread out on the white pillow.Lucien sat in the chair close to her. He held his phone in his hand. He did not make a sound. He just looked at her face, making sure she was safe and sleeping well after her bad day yesterday.Then, his phone made a small noise.Bip.A green light flashed on the screen.Lucien looked down. A new message was there. It was locked with secret codes. But Lucien knew how to read it. He touched the screen with his finger and opened the file.His eyes went wide.The message did not come from Clara. It did not come from Victoria. It came from a big boss. A man with a lot of money and a very sharp knife in the dark.The words on the screen were cold and ugly:Hello, Lucien. You think you win. You think you beat the small kids. But I am just starting. I am coming for your money. I am coming for your house. And I am

The morning sun did not feel warm in the rented apartment.It was a small apartment on the third floor of an old brick building near the noisy side of the city. There was no big balcony, no tall glass windows with a view of the skyline, and no smooth marble floors. The carpet was old and brown, the walls had a faint smell of damp paint, and the small kitchen sink was dripping with a slow, annoying tick-tock sound.Victoria Morati woke up lying on a thin, lumpy sofa bed.She opened her eyes and stared up at the cracked plaster on the ceiling. For three seconds, her brain was still half-asleep, thinking she was in the guest suite of Lucien’s grand penthouse. She reached out her hand to touch the soft silk sheets, but her fingers hit rough, cheap cotton.Then reality hit her like a bucket of cold water.She sat up abruptly, gasping for air. Her expensive red designer dress from yesterday was tossed over a plastic chair, wrinkled and dusty. Her golden earrings were sitting on a cheap plas