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(Caren's POV)"What are you saying, Dad? There's not even an extra room for him to sleep in if he stays," I said.I lived in a two-bedroom flat. If my family stayed in the guest room, then where would Andrea sleep? With me in my master bedroom? I hoped not."He can sleep on the couch," Abel said, as if he had read my mind. He pointed toward the couch in the living room."What's so wrong with letting him spend the night here anyway?" Dad asked, looking confused."Aren't you two close?" he added, glancing between us.Close?That single word almost made me choke on my own saliva.We had been close before.Close enough for me to have the best sexual experience of my life with him.But then he hurt me afterward.And now, I was scared to let him get that close to me again.I didn't answer.Of course, I couldn't tell my dad any of that. So I simply cleared my throat and looked down.Andrea stared at me for a moment.There was something like sadness in his eyes, as if he knew exactly what I w

(Caren's POV)I stood there for a second, staring at Andrea's back in disbelief.Unbelievable.He had ignored every warning I gave him. Did he have a death wish or something?Abel picked up the shopping bags and motioned for us to go inside. I took a deep breath and followed them in."Abel and I prepared several dishes," my dad said warmly to Andrea. "I'm not sure which one is your favorite, but I'm sure you'll enjoy at least one of them."He pushed a few dishes toward Andrea.I stared at him in disbelief.Wasn't he here to see me? Why was he suddenly more interested in making Andrea comfortable than taking care of me?"What about me, Dad?" I asked."Of course I made your favorite, princess," he replied with a smile. "I could never forget that."He served the food onto an empty plate and placed it in front of me.The moment the aroma reached my nose, my stomach growled. Loud enough for everyone to hear."I'm guessing your stomach can't wait any longer," Abel teased.I let out an awkwa

(Caren's POV)I stood frozen, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as Andrea's lips moved gently but passionately against mine.After a few moments, he slowly pulled away, just enough to look at my face. His hands stayed on my cheeks as he looked into my eyes."I'll drive you home," he said warmly.I swallowed hard, still feeling the lingering warmth of his kiss on my lips.I wanted to refuse. I wanted to remind him that I had come in my own car.But before I could say a word, Andrea walked over to the front passenger door, opened it for me, and held it open while patiently waiting for me to get in.I looked at him, then at the car, and finally at my own car parked at the far end of the parking lot."I'll have someone drive your car home," Andrea said, as if he had already guessed what I was thinking.I let out a quiet sigh before getting into the car.A satisfied smile spread across Andrea's face, and he suddenly leaned over. My heart skipped a beat.For a second, I thought he was a

(Fabian's POV)"Flag all her documents as fabricated," Celine said in the recording. "Make sure they're declared insufficient to prove that Project AD belongs to Vivian."One of the committee members nodded."And the rest of the payment?" he asked.A smile appeared on Celine's face."Once everything is settled, I'll transfer the remaining money into each of your accounts," she replied.A loud gasp swept through the hall.Many people's eyes widened in complete shock. Some even covered their mouths.But it wasn't over. One video after another continued to play on the screen. Each one exposed another piece of the truth. Each one showed how Celine had bullied her elder sister over the years.Even worse...Many of those incidents happened right in front of their parents, yet every single time, they blamed Vivian instead.They believed Celine's lies over and over again."I like this," Celine would say with a smile. "It's mine now."Then she would simply snatch it away from Vivian.At first

(Fabian's POV)The men stopped a few steps away from me and bowed respectfully.I gave them a small nod as the team leader stepped forward.He was the man I had put in charge of the investigation. He had worked with me for many years, and he had never failed me whenever I needed him."Is everything ready?" I asked calmly."Yes, sir," he replied immediately. "Everything is ready.""Good," I said. "You know what to do.""Yes, sir." He gave another short bow before snapping his fingers.Immediately, the other men sprang into action. Some carried in a huge LED screen while others wheeled in the video equipment.They quickly began setting everything up at one corner of the hall."What's going on?" someone muttered as another wave of confusion spread through the room.People looked at one another, whispering as they tried to understand what was happening.The confusion was clear on everyone's faces. But only one person remained completely calm and that was me. A faint smile appeared on my

(Fabian's POV)Celine's eyes widened, and for a brief moment, her tears stopped falling.Then, as if she suddenly remembered everyone was watching, she quickly grabbed her father's arm again."I can't believe Vivian is still doing this after all these years," she cried, shaking her head. "I didn't steal anything. That project is mine. I built it myself from scratch."Vivian let out a quiet chuckle and took one slow step toward her."I haven't even said what I came to take back," she said with a faint smile. "So how did you know I was talking about the project?"Silence fell over the hall.The question hung in the air like a heavy weight.Celine froze, her sobbing stopped again as her eyes quickly darted around the room.She wasn't the only one.Everyone else looked confused too.I could almost see the same question forming in their minds.How did she know?"If... if that's not what you meant..." Celine stammered.She swallowed hard before forcing fresh tears into her eyes."Wasn't tha

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(Patricia's POV)The warm smell of potato soup drifted from the kitchen, filling the air. It had become my favorite dish lately."Hmmm... so delicious," I said, inhaling deeply as I stepped into the kitchen.Raymond stood by the stove, wearing an apron, a spoon in his hand, stirring the pot like cooking was his full-time job.A sweet smile spread across my lips as I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, just watching him.It wasn’t the first time he had cooked for me. In fact, ever since he learned I was craving potato soup, he always made time to cook it. But every time I saw him in that apron, my craving grew even stronger. I couldn’t tell if I wanted the food… or him. He looked unbelievably hot."I didn’t know you were back already," I finally said, my voice soft, with a smile.Raymond turned immediately, surprised to see me. He hadn’t realized I’d been standing there for a while.His face lit up with a wide smile as he lowered the spoon.“You were asleep when I got home,” he

(Patricia's POV)Sabrina stood by the door, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t understand. She played with her fingers nervously, like someone unsure of what to say. Did she really follow me in here?She had called me by my middle name. Not Mrs. Addison. Not even Mrs. Salvador. Why had she addressed me so casually? We were not close. Or… could it be..?No... There was no way she was here because she already knew I was her daughter. Maybe this was about the recent challenge her family company was facing. Since Henry could no longer approach me, maybe she had come herself.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and turned back to face the mirror.“Hello, Mrs. Wilton,” I greeted, my tone calm and distant.“H-how… are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling.My eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. Why was she being so informal today? I watched her through the mirror and noticed how nervous she looked.“I… I heard about Alonso,” she began, her voice unsteady, “and a

(Patricia’s POV)A month passed by in the blink of an eye, yet everything felt different. Life had not been the same since I discovered who my real parents were. I stayed away from the Smithfield Empire, not wanting anything to do with Mr. Smith, my supposed late father. I hadn’t gone to see Mrs. Sabrina Wilton either. There was no reason to. She had abandoned me back then, so why should I go looking for her now? Besides, she might not even know who I truly was... and even if she did, she might still not want me.Raymond had been my backbone through it all. His gunshot wound was healing well, and he had recovered greatly. He could walk properly now and had even returned to work, though he was careful not to stress his injury. He was the best man I could ever ask for. He understood my pain and was always there to support me. He told me he would stand by whatever decision I made... whether I chose to return to Smithfield or to speak with Sabrina.He also made sure Alonso received t

(Lucy’s POV)“Mason, please don’t go. We are still your family, and we love you,” my mum cried, clinging to his leg.“Yes, Mason,” my dad added, his voice shaking. “We were wrong, and we have learned our lessons. Please don’t go. Don’t leave us.”“Don’t come any closer to me!” Mason snapped, his voice sharp, his eyes red with anger. “You have completely ruined my life.”My mum broke down even harder at his words. My dad, however, turned to look at me with sad, pleading eyes, silently asking me to step in, to join them and beg Mason to stay.But I just stood there by the doorway, watching everything unfold. I couldn’t interfere. I was too broken myself to step in.Everything that had happened to my family in just one year was something I never imagined could happen. We had lost everything... our money, our power, and even our values.Our family name, once respected and admired, had been dragged through the mud. It became a joke in the city. No one wanted anything to do with us anymore.

(Patricia’s POV)Gold bars worth twice the value of the company were neatly arranged inside the safe. Some documents lay in one corner. Just one glance at them told me they were extremely important.There were other valuables too, but only one thing caught my attention… a photograph of Mr. Smith with Mrs. Wilton, Henry’s adoptive mother... the same woman whose picture I had once seen at the orphanage.Mr. Smith and that woman looked genuinely happy and oddly close in the picture, almost like they were a couple. My brows furrowed immediately.“Were they together?” I murmured in shock.I had heard that Mr. Wilton and Mr. Smith were friends in the past. But this woman was Mr. Wilton’s wife. Did she date Smith first, or were they having an affair?Why would Smith keep this picture locked inside his safe? Was he still in love with her? Since Mr. Smith never married, could it be that he loved another man’s wife?Was this the reason the two friends drifted apart and became enemies? That sing