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“I know Ms. Rivers won’t like me, but I’ll do my best to win her over. Don’t worry. I’ll move into your house as a nanny to take care of her and the child after the baby is born.” Zayn patted her shoulder again when he heard those words. “I’m sorry.” My chest tightened as I watched them. The air was squeezing out of my lungs. A few minutes later, Zayn left to collect her medicine, leaving Whitney alone in the hallway. She straightened her clothes, then curved her lips into a cold smile as she slowly walked toward me. “Ms. Rivers, you’ve been hiding here for quite a while. You heard everything, didn’t you?”

Each payment would be found out if someone in that line decided to betray. When the sale occurred — a fleeting burst of cold air that took $400,000 to blast open a vault where the Blackwoods believed they were masters of their domain — Shayla did not smile. She lay awake in the attic and the world was spinning. Half of her would be crying out a warning, at the boots coming up the stairs, at Samuel yelling for men to take away what she had taken and the necks of the people she loved. Instead, silence. Noise was once more unbearable. Her breathing was too harsh in her ears. The lamp made dancing shadows like omens.

It had been too long since she last set foot here. Since her mother’s death, Sherryl Rain hadn’t returned. With her mother gone, there was nothing left to come back for. The few essential items that remained in the house had been sold in the street market by her aunt May and uncle Larry, she had known the items had passed through hands until they landed with someone who could sell them further. The money Sherryl had gained was carefully stashed away, safe—or so she had thought—in a nearby place where her aunt and uncle lived, though it was miles from this place.

The office was almost completely empty now, and my reflection on the tall glass windows looked tired, but determined. I thought back to that night eight years ago. I thought back to the hotel room, to Maverick's large body sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then to his Rolex wrist watch glinting even under the dim light. I would never forget how fast my heart had been pounding in my chest when I slipped the watch into my pocket and ran out barefoot, not daring to look back. I honestly didn't mean to steal it, not really. But I needed the money for my sick mother, and selling that wrist watch had saved her life.

"Elara?" We straightened and went back into the living room where the midnight news was playing on the TV. Mom was sitting upright now, her eye focused on the headlines. [Shootout at docks. Billionaire, Victor Blackwood taken into custody.] “He'll go to prison,” she said. Then, she broke down and cried. And there was nothing—absolutely nothing—I could do to comfort her.

Chad Woods The next morning after claiming everything, Chad showed up at the Woods mansion, this time for massive destruction, he knew that messing with the family would gain him more power and control. Kael was already there, waiting. He’d heard everything. The stolen fortune. The forged papers. His grandmother’s death. And Amy...Amy’s name being dragged through the mud by Chad’s lies. When Chad stepped into the living room, Kael was standing by the window, his fists clenched. The air was thick, almost vibrating with tension.

~Celine's POV~ Since the Dinner with Grandpa, I haven't slept peacefully. So when the clock in the hallway struck two, I stopped pretending. I changed into something that wouldn't catch light in the hallways, stole the master key from Mrs. Hargrove's kitchen drawer, and went hunting for ghosts in the locked cabinets three floors down. "By 3 a.m., a confidential ledger burned against my palms." Rain lashed the windows, the Thornhart estate creaking around me like a ship in a storm. The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold.

Gale asked. Her eyes were full of anticipation. The truth was the only salvation for her miserable life now! "I don't have any evidence, and I can't help you." the housekeeper sighed softly. "The wealthy play deep in murky waters, and many things cannot be proved by evidence. You can only rely on seeing and guessing." "But, I am here… by Shawn's side… I can find the answer, right?" The Housekeeper thought for a while and shook his head. "Madam, Temperley Hall is Mr. Wood's private residence. He moved in after he took over the Wood Group. Before that, Mr. Wood lived in the Wood Family home."

After all, with someone like Joe from the Driscoll family in the picture, Andrew was still second place in her eyes. Joe was still the better fit for Lauren, but now she realized she had made a huge mistake—a massive one. She suddenly remembered what Andrew had said earlier—that he was going to teach her a lesson. She finally understood exactly what he meant. "Mr. Haywood Senior! Help us! Please, help us!" "Kill him! Kill this bastard, Mr. Haywood Senior!" Kenny and Sherilyn started screaming in panic. Especially Sherilyn—ever since marrying into the Golding family, she had been pampered like royalty. She was used to slapping others, breaking people down, and doing whatever she pleased.

Carmen and I slipped backstage at the auction to finalize project details with our partners—and ended up overhearing some interesting news. Turns out Chloe hadn’t paid for anything that evening. Her friends at the table were forced to reach into their own pockets, reluctantly covering overpriced items they didn’t even want. By the time the event wrapped up, everyone was quietly snickering at Chloe, and she was left utterly humiliated. After the auction incident, word spread that Chloe was short on cash. Gradually, whispers started that the Parker family business was teetering on the brink. The Parkers panicked, scrambling like ants on a hot skillet—with their eyes locked on me and my dad, th