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Evidence so damning it would destroy them both. Roxanne sat calmly before the wall of screens, tapping a few keys on the laptop in front of her. The images lit up the monitors: Reina, half-dressed, slipping into Devian’s bedroom. Devian pulling her into his arms with shameless familiarity. There was no denying it. Reina’s protests about being "pure" and "wronged" were lies. She had been sneaking behind everyone's back, seducing Roxanne's ex-fiancé while simultaneously plotting Roxanne’s downfall.

The noise didn’t fade. It doubled, tripled—like someone had turned up the volume on chaos. Reporters weren’t just asking questions anymore. They were hurling accusations. “Mr. Cole, did you falsify medical records?” “Was the withdrawal forged after death?” “Miss Hart, were you aware of this?” Lila couldn’t even hear herself breathe. All she saw was the glare from the phone screen nearby: her father’s name, Lucien’s signature, a date stamped two days after her dad died. It looked bad. Worse than bad—it looked intentional. Criminal.

"Julian, you have to believe me. There's nothing between us. He barely got my clothes off, nothing actually happened, I swear" Julian had stopped caring for her a long time ago. The only reason he hadn't finalized the divorce three months earlier was the supposed pregnancy, a Shaw heir he'd assumed was on the way. And she couldn't even manage to stay faithful through a fake pregnancy. He shoved her to the floor, disgust plain across his face. "You were never pregnant, were you? You lied to me this entire time. How do you live with yourself? I must have been out of my mind, giving up someone worth having for you."

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

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****** [Jewel’s POV] The satisfaction of a winner spread her hot pink lips even wider as the file struck the desk before the Lux woman and the deep voice of the Don shook the walls of the office—the very one owned by the family of the same woman who was about to be scooted out into the streets, penniless and powerless, just as she deserved. ‘You lied to me, Juliette,’ breathed the fuming Devil, who suddenly regained his horns. ‘Have my kids? Loads of them? Lies. ALL LIES!’

I could imagine her scrunching her red brows incredulously. Oh, my coworkers didn't know the real reason Devin, our boss, had fired me. They thought he'd done so on Madame Priscilla's pricky influence, they were wrong; I'd stolen from her. I knew he wouldn't tell on me, but I also knew where his business was concerned; he wasn't taking any chances, chances being in case she found me out and decided to take legal action. His company couldn't be collateral damage, he'd said. "Hello?? Hel--Alta! Are you even liste--"

I heard about Piero's recent life from other classmates. After that day, he and Vivian had a huge fight. He said he still loved me, wanted to divorce Vivian, and blamed her for keeping him from marrying me. Vivian was furious, blurting out that she never had cancer. It was all a lie to get him to marry her. When she went abroad and learned Piero was with me, she couldn't accept it. Knowing he'd liked her before, she crafted a lie, and it worked.

more times than I could count. “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, skin against skin, heart against heart. And then.. we did something stupid. Beautiful. Binding. We made a blood covenant. A small cut on the finger. A drop exchanged. A vow sealed. “I swear I’ll never leave you,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Not in this life. Not in any other.” I swore it too. But words are fragile things. Two weeks later, his father found out. About us. About me. About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner.

When he saw me, he was stunned too. His voice had become slightly hoarse as he said. "It really is you. So, you've been in the south all this time." I looked at him calmly. "Is there a problem?" My calmness made Lawson unhappy. He gripped his cup and questioned me with anger in his tone. "Why? Why did you lie to me?" I laughed despite myself. He was the one who had lied to me from the very beginning. How had I become the one who lied?