The grand hall of Whitestone Mansion looked like a stage for the gods that night. The chandeliers bathed the pale-gold walls in a soft glow, while black velvet drapes gave the space an air of majesty and command. A faint melody from classical instruments floated from the corners, blending with the m

Meanwhile, on the northern side of Whitestone Mansion’s corridor, Davis Moore was striding quickly toward Corey Turner, who was casually smoking a cigar on the second-floor balcony.“Mr. Turner!” Davis hissed under his breath, voice low but urgent. He was slightly out of breath from the brisk pace.

Dahlia thrashed wildly, her entire body writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the grip of the lecherous tycoon. Corey Turner gave her a sharp, intimidating glare.“Sit down, Dahlia. Don’t make me get rough.”His voice no longer held the tone of a mere command. It was a threat. A threat from a ma

A split second after saying those words, Calvin drove his fist straight into the corner of Corey Turner’s mouth.The man staggered, his back slamming into the liquor shelf, making the bottles of aged wine rattle. One bottle shattered, the aroma of its wine mixing with the metallic scent of blood see

After William’s car disappeared from the villa’s driveway, Calvin turned on his heel, Dahlia falling into step beside him as they entered the grand halls of Regal Ridge Villa. The night here was steeped in stillness. When the main door closed behind them, a muted hush settled over the air, the kind