Mark furrowed his brow, the weight of realization settling heavily. People either didn’t believe him or chose to doubt his words.Even when he laid bare the truth of his identity, their reactions oscillated between disbelief and derision!“I tried,” Mark said, his voice laced with resigned authority.Anthony, still struggling on the ground, spat out his incredulity. “How is that even possible? Lord Ferro barely appears in the papers! And yet, you — you had your wedding with Briana Vasconcelos broadcast nationwide! What were you even doing as a janitor at Glamour for an entire year?”Mark’s patience waned, and his tone sharpened. “Not that it’s any of your business, but here’s a little more of the truth for you: I own Glamour. Gene reports directly to me. I’m the one who ordered him to fire you, you pathetic excuse for a man.”Anthony’s eyes widened, his struggles intensifying as fury overtook him.Mark’s foot loosened its pressure just enough for the old man to break free, staggering

Next day.At Ferro House, in the dining room, Briana and Mark sat across from one another, enjoying breakfast. The clink of silverware against porcelain was the only sound, a soothing rhythm after the chaos of the previous day.Discussing kidnappings over pancakes was hardly appropriate, and both seemed content to let the silence stretch between them.Julian, always attentive, approached with a warm smile and a bottle of syrup. “More syrup for your pancakes, Mrs. Ferro?” he offered kindly.Briana returned his smile, a playful glint in her eyes. “I starved in captivity,” she quipped. “Go ahead, spoil me.”Mark chuckled softly at her lightheartedness, the sound of her voice filling him with relief.Seeing her like this—safe and playful—reminded him of how much he cherished these simple moments.He leaned back slightly, the trace of a smile on his lips.From the hallway, Regis entered with his usual composed demeanor.But his calm expression barely concealed the satisfaction of knowing t

Mark and Briana had shared everything they knew about Anthony Curtis with Sergeant Ribeiro, adding in this the newfound understanding of the sinister activities at the Red Light nightclub.For Briana, it was a harrowing revelation, one that cemented her suspicions about Anthony's involvement.Ribeiro stood, adjusting his tablet, satisfaction evident in his expression. “Well, that settles it. We’ve got our man.”Briana sighed, her tone tinged with regret. “It’s such a shame… A man like him could have had a successful career. He seemed like a capable businessman.”Mark’s brow furrowed, his frustration apparent. “I still don’t get it. Why would anyone throw their life away like that? A guy asks him to drug you and hand you over—for who knows what—and he just goes along with it?”Ribeiro shrugged, his professional detachment masking his own frustration. “I’ll send a team after him. We’ll also need to follow up with his son—the one who worked with you two and was involved with your ex-wife

Mark and Briana arrived at the parking lot of Glamour, though this time, they chose a different spot to park. Once Mark turned off the engine, he stepped out first, walking around to open Briana’s door with a theatrical flourish, playfully embodying the role of an old-fashioned gentleman. Briana laughed at his antics, taking his hand as if she were a princess stepping out of a carriage.“From now on, this is how it’s going to be,” Mark declared with a grin.“Except when I drive my car—the one you gave me,” Briana teased.“Fair enough,” he replied with mock defeat as they walked, arm in arm, toward the building, their lighthearted banter filling the crisp morning air.Inside Glamour’s reception area, the atmosphere was electric.A crowd of employees had gathered, waiting for the couple’s arrival. As soon as Mark and Briana stepped through the doors, a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted, echoing through the space. It was a heartfelt celebration of Briana’s safety and return.Overwhel

Briana stepped into her office just in time to witness a heated exchange between Luana and Celia.“Listen here, girl, who do you think—” Celia’s voice was sharp, edged with anger.“Good morning, ladies—” Briana greeted, but quickly noticed the tension crackling between them. Her expression shifted. “Hey, what’s with the faces?”Celia turned to her, fuming. “This is the face of someone being disrespected, judged, and condemned!”Briana’s eyes flicked toward Luana, disbelief creeping into her voice. “Luana… you wouldn’t dare.”Luana rose from her desk, utterly unmoved. “I’m sorry, Brie. But this goes far beyond what you think. I cannot just ‘move on’ from the little detail that this nighttime princess chose my man to satisfy her heat.”Celia clenched her fists. “I was drugged, dammit! I didn’t know what I was doing!”“How convenient for you,” Luana spat.Before the argument could spiral further, Briana quickly stepped between them, frustration etched on her face.“Celia, please,” she ur