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Before I could react, he shoved past me and barged into my apartment with his family. "You got my restaurant shut down. From now on, you're responsible for feeding my entire family." That was the last straw. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" I snapped. "I'm going to sue you for breaking into someone's home in broad daylight!" The woman, Shelby Vaughn, stormed up to me and let out a cold laugh. "Go ahead. Sue us. We've got nothing left anyway. Since we can't survive out there, we'll just live here from now on."

I quickly sent a message to explain, only for a bright red exclamation mark to pop up. [Message sent, but blocked by the recipient.] Just as I was about to use another number to add her, a message from her appeared. [Break up with David.] Just as expected, there was no such thing as a first love who didn’t care. [Be with me. I’ll keep you.] Huh? … The housekeeper, Mrs. Thompson, dragged me out of bed. After all, Linda was about to arrive. “Aren’t we going to the airport to pick her up?”

The way he would look at me like a stranger, a liar, a criminal who had manipulated her way into his life. After that, everything would unravel. And next, the cops would be escorting me out of this mansion in handcuffs. The image hit so hard it snapped me back to my senses instantly. Panic retreated, replaced by instinct, by survival. By the version of myself that had learned how to become Kimberly Blackwood. Before he could ask again, I forced a shaky smile onto my face. I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against his shoulder.

Each step down felt like a decision. A commitment. No turning back. At the bottom, she paused again. The back exit was just ahead. One guard stood near the door. Arms crossed. Alert. Ava’s fingers curled slightly. Think. Running past him wasn’t an option. Talking her way out? Unlikely. Which meant that she needed a distraction. Her eyes scanned the area quickly. Cleaning supplies. A trolley. A metal bucket. Ava moved quietly, grabbing the bucket and rolling it just slightly with her foot, then she shoved it hard across the floor.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

" The threat was clear, layered with dark promise; I fled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it with shaking hands. The bathroom was as luxurious as everything else in this damned estate - all marble and gold fixtures, a shower that could fit four people, heated floors beneath my cold feet. I stripped off the wet clothes with fumbling fingers, my entire body shaking now from cold and delayed shock. The hot water, when I finally stepped under it, felt like salvation and punishment combined. I stood there for what felt like hours, letting the heat seep into my bones, washing away the mud and rain if not the memory of my failed escape. Tears mixed with shower water, silent

"But family sometimes requires guidance when they're making destructive choices." "What do you want?" Three words. The moment of surrender I'd waited forty-seven years to hear from my perfect sister. "Romano Enterprises. Full ownership transfer. All holdings, all subsidiaries, all assets." I opened the folder on my desk—legal documents prepared months ago. "Sign the papers, and Emma comes home. Refuse, and she disappears permanently." The silence stretched so long I wondered if she'd hung up. Then Elena's voice came back, deadly quiet. "You would destroy a child to steal a company?"

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

The more they waited in a passive position, the more chances the enemy got to strike them down. It was late at night by the time Sherry returned to the villa. Her shift ended early in the evening, but she had to deal with some emergency cases. She drove her car straight into the garage. “Welcome home, Madam,” Mrs. Rena greeted her with a warm smile as soon as she stepped out of the garage. Sherry frowned unhappily and looked at her. “Aunt…” “Alright, alright,” Mrs. Rena smiled helplessly as she took the bag from her hand. “Welcome home, Sherry,” she chuckled.