Novels by Prestigeee

CHAPTER 149 — AUCTION OF THE DAMNEDDiana stormed back into the ballroom like a hurricane that contained a thunderstorm. Her cheeks were still flushed, mascara smudged just enough to look intentional, lips pressed into a razor-thin line. The slit in her crimson dress flashed like a warning every time she moved. People parted without realizing they were doing it; nobody wanted to catch whatever she was radiating tonight.She dropped into her assigned seat with zero grace, the velvet chair groaning under the force. Her right hand throbbed; knuckles already swelling, tiny half-moon cuts from her own nails glistening red. She tucked it under the table fast, but not fast enough.Harry, two seats down, did a double take. “Jesus, Di,” he hissed, leaning over the empty chair between them. “What the hell happened to your hand? You look like you punched a brick wall and the wall lost.”She flexed her fingers once, winced, then forced a lazy smirk. “Relax. It’s nothing. Just redecorating the hal

CHAPTER 148 — SHATTERPOINTSDiana didn’t expect the world to tilt the way it did. One second she was stepping out of the ballroom hallway, still breathing hard from the confrontation behind the curtain, and the next—Kelvin was standing right there in the corridor like he had been waiting for her.Except he didn’t look amused anymore.
He looked like he hated her.Really, truly, violently hated her.For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke. The corridor was cold, quiet, and too brightly lit, as if the chandeliers wanted to watch them tear each other apart. Diana’s pulse hammered in her throat, her knuckles still tingling from where she’d grabbed his lapel and shoved him into the wall twenty minutes ago.“Kelvin,” she started, voice already edged with venom.“Shut the fuck up,” he said, low and vicious.Diana blinked. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” His eyes were black with disgust. “I’m done listening to your hysterical bullshit.”Her spine snapped straight. “Hysterical? You walk in wearing

CHAPTER 147 — HEIRLOOM SECRETSHarry blinked twice, like his eyes were glitching, because what he was seeing didn’t make sense at first. The ballroom shimmered under the chandelier lights, but his focus cut through all that glitter like a sniper scope. His chest tightened.There.On Kelvin’s wrist.The Black heirloom watch.Not the cheap knockoff influencers brag about.Not some designer thing anyone with five million in their account can buy.This was the real one — the one whispered about in circles of money and influence, passed from Black to Black like a crown. Rumored to hold a coded vault key, rumored to have caused fights, breakups, even a rumored “accidental” drowning.Harry’s jaw clenched as envy and suspicion tangled in his stomach.“Di,” he hissed, leaning in without tearing his gaze away. “Look at Kelvin’s wrist. That’s the Black heirloom. The actual one. What game is he running?”Diana’s head snapped toward Kelvin so fast her earrings swung.She saw it — the heavy, antiqu

CHAPTER 146 — HERE AGAIN The grand ballroom of the Elite Auction House buzzed like a hive on steroids, crystal chandeliers dangling overhead like frozen fireworks, casting shimmering lights across the sea of tuxedos and glittering gowns. Diana adjusted the strap of her sleek black dress, the one that hugged her curves just right, making her feel like she could conquer the world—or at least this room full of pretentious elites. She wasn’t here for the art or the overpriced trinkets; no, this was about networking, sealing deals, and maybe spotting a weakness in the competition. Harry stood beside her, his usual cocky grin plastered on, but there was a tightness around his eyes that screamed he was still stewing over that disaster of a collaboration ceremony a couple days back.“Look at this place,” Harry muttered under his breath, scanning the crowd with a mix of awe and disdain. “Feels like everyone’s got more money than sense. You sure we belong here, Di?”Diana shot him a sidelong g

CHAPTER 145 — SECRETS IN THE STUDYThe hallway was dim, washed in the soft glow of the night-lights lining the wall. Kelvin followed the servant—tall, stiff-backed, dressed in the Black family’s dark colors—his footsteps silent against the marble floor. His heart still pounded from the sudden knock, the fear that Mia might have woken, the fear that danger had finally followed them into their quiet moment.The servant didn’t speak. He only walked ahead with that silent precision every Black employee seemed trained for. Kelvin’s mind churned with unanswered questions, but he kept his steps steady. Behind him, Mia slept peacefully, wrapped in blankets, unaware of the world shifting outside her door.They reached Logan Black’s study.The servant knocked once, sharp and respectful. A cold voice inside replied, “Let him in.”Kelvin exhaled and stepped forward.Logan Black sat behind his enormous mahogany desk, surrounded by walls of old books and dim lamps that cast his face in half-shadow.

CHAPTER 144 — DINNER, STORIES, AND QUESTIONS UNASKEDThe roast chicken smelled like home before Kelvin even entered the dining room. Warm, savory, familiar—the kind of smell that clawed at memories he hadn’t realized he missed until now. Mia sat at the table, legs swinging from the chair, curls bouncing as she poked at her plate with a small fork, crumbs dotting her cheeks like tiny stars. Kelvin’s ribs still throbbed from the fight hours earlier, and every movement reminded him of the bruises blooming across his body, but seeing his daughter safe, happy, alive, dulled the pain almost entirely.“Eat up, princess,” he said softly, sliding a plate of buttery potatoes toward her.Mia hummed in agreement, her little mouth stuffed with chicken. “It’s yummy, Daddy.”Kelvin tried to focus on her, on the way her laughter spilled and the small expressions that made up her little world. Outside, the city could burn, chaos could rule, enemies could circle—threats he couldn’t name—but inside the