******Before long, Irene had vanished into the distance like a fleeting dream, leaving Glenn alone at the hotel entrance. He stood still for a moment, the crisp morning breeze tousling his hair.Finally, with his hands lazily tucked into his pockets, he muttered, half to himself and half to the wind, “What now? Where should I start?”He was still contemplating his next move—perhaps a proper meal or a change of clothes—when suddenly—Ring!The shrill buzz of his phone pierced the silence.His brow furrowed slightly in the next second. “Who could possibly be calling me?” he murmured to himself, puzzled.As far as he knew, no one had his number. The only people who knew this phone existed were the men who had taken him from prison the day before—and possibly Irene, who had just saved the number a few minutes ago.Still, without hesitation, Glenn retrieved the modest, outdated device from his pocket.The screen displayed an unfamiliar number.After a slight pause, he pressed th

******“You actually tore the cheque into two?!” Selene's voice shrieked across the corridor, echoing with venomous disbelief.Her beautiful features twisted into an expression of fury.“I never knew you were this ungrateful!” she spat, her eyes flaming with contempt. “I handed you a sum of money that could have secured your miserable life forever! An amount you could never earn even if you broke your back working under the scorching sun and freezing rain for decades! And yet, to preserve your worthless, ex-convict face, you destroyed it? You deserve to live the rest of your life as a homeless beggar!”Her words were daggers, each one sharper than the last. And with every syllable, Glenn’s heart grew heavier.Perry, still frozen from shock, blinked rapidly as Selene’s screech dragged her back to reality.Her own fury dimmed, slowly replaced by wicked satisfaction. The cheque may have been lost, but the humiliation Glenn suffered… that was more than enough to soothe her bitternes

******Even after Glenn was finally imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit and knew nothing about, he held no resentment, because it had been Selene and Perry who had begged him on their knees, weeping desperately.Glenn could still hear Perry’s voice like a haunting echo:Glenn could still vividly recall the moment Selene had pressed her trembling lips against his, right in the middle of the courthouse steps.Tears had glistened in her eyes, with what now looked not from sorrow, but from the grand performance she had so flawlessly executed.She had clung to him like a helpless damsel, whispering promises laced with emotion… promises that now felt like venom.“I’ll wait for you, husband,” she had sworn with unwavering conviction. “I will be the first face you will see the day you’re released. I will throw you a welcome party.”She had promised him her love wouldn’t diminish, that it would only grow stronger, deeper, and unshakable with time. That no matter the circumstances, n

******“Melissa, what’s wrong with you? Are you trying to scam the entire family with some street performer? What is he? Your boyfriend dressed up as a healer for attention?”The voice of Trent Wales, Melissa’s uncle, boomed across the VVIP ward like a slap to the face, dripping with derision and laced with venomous sarcasm. The mockery in his eyes could’ve curdled milk.For a heartbeat, Melissa’s world stuttered to a halt. Her heart seemed to forget its rhythm, her breath catching mid-air.She had braced for many things… suspicion, even rejection. But this level of shameless slander? No.A muscle in her jaw tightened, and a cold sweat began to form at her nape. But her panic had nothing to do with humiliation or embarrassment. No, what gripped her now was pure, unfiltered fear.If the rumors about the Miracle Maker were true, then they were already dancing on the edge of disaster.She had read all the stories. Hell, she’d even gone down every rabbit hole the internet had to of

******“Oh, right, your uncle. Sounds like something an arrogant person would do, and I’m way too prideful to be arrogant.”That line.It nearly sent Melissa collapsing with laughter. She bit her cheek hard enough to draw blood.Because if anyone in that room dripped with arrogance, it was Glenn Avery... the way he had just spoken and his words.In fact, right now, his very presence oozed a brand of pride so potent it made kings look insecure.And yet here he was, denying it with the swagger of someone who knew the truth... and dared the world to disagree.Trent, however, was less amused.Because right now, he looked as though someone had just stepped on his soul.His lips twitched once, then again. His face turned an angry crimson, fury simmering just beneath the surface.“This bastard… this nobody… dares to mock me?” he whispered, his voice quivering.His wife hurriedly reached for his arm, whispering frantically. “Honey, calm down—”But he yanked his arm free, something