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“You think filthy tricks like this can scare Victoria away? How pathetic. “If you want me to spare them, then confess before all the families that you leaked the footage deliberately to sabotage the alliance.” I had no choice. Later on, I thought countless times if, given another chance, seventeen-year-old Eliana would never have followed that man out of the storage room. I kneeled before representatives of every family, humiliating myself as I confessed to ambition and betrayal. However, my surrender did not buy my men their lives. That very night, after my confession, they were secretly executed as traitors. “Eliana, who do you think you are?!” Victoria’s sharp voice dragged me back to the

Somehow, they found out where I was left and gathered around me, taking my pictures without a care in the world. Unlike the old me, I did not scream or tell everyone to get lost. I didn't try to save the scraps of my dignity. It was gone. The loan sharks eroded it a long time ago. The moment they made me go on my knees and slap myself, I stopped caring about things like dignity or appearances. The proud, haughty, troublemaking Yvonne Marlin was dead. Her killers? The Marlins and Lawrence Seinfield. They destroyed what pride I had.

"Please send everything to my private email as soon as possible. I will be needing it today." After ending the call with the accountant, I did not waste a single second. I immediately contacted my personal lawyer, Mr. Cole, who used to handle my family's legal matters before I married Damian. He was shocked to hear from me too, but when I told him I needed an urgent consultation regarding a high-profile divorce, he cleared his schedule and told me to meet him at his office by two o'clock in the afternoon.

After sacrificing eight years for the man she loved, Dr. Ariana is rewarded with betrayal. A chance encounter with Lucian Moretti, the city's most feared mafia king, changes everything. One reckless night binds their fates, but deadly enemies and a painful misunderstanding tear them apart. When destiny reunites them, one question remains: Was I too late?

I looked straight into her eyes: “If I had achieved nothing today, would you still want me to come back?” She opened her mouth, her face fading inch by inch into ash. The answer was written in her silence. I pulled my hand back and walked through security without looking back once. Thereafter, news of the Elio family drifted to my feet like old newspaper: Elena’s marriage to Chase Chenoweth was a sham; he was photographed frequently entering Beverly Hills mansions, and when she returned home crying, she was advised to “endure” because the company relied on the Chenoweth family for financing.

I sank onto the couch and looked around my house, taking in the tasteful furniture and the expensive art and the shelves lined with books I had collected over the years, and felt the particular emptiness of a man who had everything and nothing at the same time. My phone rang again. Colby. I answered, hoping for distraction, and instead got mockery. "Wow." His voice was light, almost amused. "Leo Price. Crusader for love. You almost ruined our friendship over Tamsin Whitmore. And what is she doing tonight?" I closed my eyes. "She is at a charity gala with her husband, looking radiant in matching outfits. The bloggers are calling them the power couple of the year. I felt I should let you know,

"Bring her back to me. I’ll be waiting." There was a long silence on the other end of the line before the assistant spoke again, his voice hesitant, "Mr. Horton, there’s something you should know. We traced Mrs. Horton's steps and discovered that she... she passed away two months ago. During a failed surgery. Her body has been lying in the hospital morgue ever since." I watched as the blood drained from Caleb’s face, his grip tightening around the phone until his knuckles turned white. For the first time, I saw it—the crack in his armor, the unmistakable flicker of disbelief and fear.

Clara sat on the edge of her bed that evening, her red silk gown glowing under the soft light of her lamp. Her phone rested on the glass table beside her, and she kept checking the time every few seconds. It was almost 7:00 p.m.—the exact time she had told the gardener to meet her. She smirked. “Old fool,” she muttered. “Let’s see how loyal you are after tonight.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was the gardener.

***Vivienne’s POV Cont*** “What news?” another voice asked curiously. The moment I stepped into the restroom, I froze briefly before quietly moving into one of the stalls. I stayed silent, not making a sound. “I saw it last night,” another girl said excitedly. “It was posted so late, and then suddenly disappeared. Our CEO Ashford really knows how to control things.” My hand paused halfway in the air. Something about her tone made my chest tighten. “Stop speaking mysteriously and just explain already,” someone else urged impatiently.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi