LOGINCrystal chandeliers were gathered like stars across the ceiling, displaying a golden glow over the grand ballroom of the Annual Billionaires & CEOs Gala. Every corner eas heard the voices of the world's most influential brand representatives, entrepreneurs, investors, politicians, and media crews.Tonight, fortunes would be made.And reputations destroyed.Luxury cars lined the entrance as flashes from hundreds of cameras stayed through the night."That's the chairman of silverstone Holdings!""Isn't that the youngest tech billionaire in Europe?"The reporters barely had time to finish their questions before another red sleek limousine rolled to a graceful stop.The driver stepped out first.Then opened the door.A pair of silver heels touched the red carpet.The entire entrance fell silent.Serena Rose emerged with effortless elegance, wearing a midnight blue gown that flowed around her like liquid silk. Diamonds rested lightly against her neck, while her calm expression revealed not
The car ride back to the Rose estate was silent.Serena sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing City lights, but her mind was not there.It was still in that hall.Still in Adrian Moretti’s eyes.Still in the exact moment he had stood in front of her and looked confused.Not guilty.Not ashamed.Confused.As if she were a puzzle he couldn’t solve.Her fingers tightened slightly against her palm.How interesting.After everything.He still didn’t know.Julianna glanced at her. “You’re unusually quiet.”“I’m fine,” Serena replied automatically.But her reflection in the window wasn't admitting it.There was something unsettled in her eyes.Something sharp.Julianna didn’t press further, but her voice softened.“He noticed you.”That made Serena finally look away from the window.“Yes,” she said quietly.A pause.Then colder.“But not enough.”Her gaze dropped to her hands.Not enough to recognize her.Not enough to feel what she had felt.Not enough to suffer yet.A slow breath
The grand hall of the Rose International Summit took place under crystal chandeliers.Voices echoed softly across polished tiled floors. Influential CEOs, fashion investors, models, and business figures filled the space with quiet power.Adrian Moretti adjusted his cufflinks as he stepped inside.Cold.Controlled.Unbothered.At least on the surface.But something had been off since morning.That same feeling.That strange pull in his chest he couldn’t explain.As if something buried in his past was breathing again.“Sir, your seat is at the front table,” his assistant said.Adrian nodded once and followed.Across the hall.A different entrance opened.Julianna Rose stepped in first.And beside her.Serena.The room gently shifted.Not because of Julianna.But because of her.Serena walked with calm elegance, her posture straight, her expression composed. Her velvet suit caught the light with every step, soft yet commanding.She didn’t look nervous.She didn’t look uncertain.She look
Adrian Moretti stared at his phone long after the call had ended.The words echoed vividly in his ears."Sir. I think your wife may still be alive."Impossible.He had watched different search teams comb the forests, rivers, and highways for days after Oriana disappeared. Nothing had been found.No body.No belongings.No trace.Eventually, everyone had accepted the same conclusion.She was dead.So why did his chest feel so tight?His fingers held unto the phone until his knuckles turned white."Find out everything," he ordered coldly when he called his head of security. "I don't care how much it takes. I want every report, every witness, every security camera, every hospital record. Leave nothing untouched.""Yes, Mr. Moretti."The call ended.Adrian walked toward the floor to ceiling window of his office.Below, the city was filled with life.But his mind was elsewhere.A memory he had spent months trying to bury resurrected.Oriana standing in the rain.Her tear filled eyes fixed
The Range Rover Black SUV assembled silently through the morning traffic.Serena sat in the back seat beside Julianna, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Dressed in a tailored cream pantsuit, with her long chestnut hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, she looked every bit the confident young woman Julianna had spent months shaping.Yet beneath her calm expression, her scars remained."You're quiet," Julianna observed, staring at her over the tablet in her hands."I'm thinking.""About today?"Serena smiled faintly."My first business meeting. I don't want to disappoint you.""You won't." Julianna reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "You have worked too hard for that."Serena nodded, turning her attention to the city outside the tinted window.People hurried along the sidewalks, laughing, talking, living ordinary lives.She wondered what it felt like to wake up without fear.To sleep without nightmares.To love without betrayal.Her gaze shifted lower.A little girl c
"They'll never stop looking for me.""Then don't let them find you."She looked up."What?"Julianna stood and walked toward the bed."If the woman named Oriana died the day she escaped," she said quietly, then perhaps it's time for someone new to live."The words struck deep.Someone new.Someone who wasn't weak.Someone who wouldn't cry every night.Someone who would never beg to be loved again.Oriana stared out the nearby window where sunlight rediated across a beautiful garden.Julianna brings out a document out from a cabinet.Inside were identification documents.A passport.A birth certificate.A bank account.Everything looked genuine.Oriana looked up in disbelief."What is this?""An identification documents."She hesitated."I have connections," Julianna explained. "Enough to make someone disappear. if that's truly what they want."Oriana's hands shook."This isn't charity.""No.""It's survival."For several minutes she said nothing."As of today," Julianna said, "the wor







