At that moment, everything turned still, Tyler's ex-wife stared at Calista, her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you even saying?” she asked, genuinely confused. “We told you already. Tyler is a nobody he doesn't know anyone. How many times are we going to repeat ourselves? What are you talking about?!”Her voice was slightly raised, but it wasn’t filled with anger only confusion. She didn’t understand where Calista’s rage was coming from, and the more she looked at her, the more she noticed something strange.Calista's eyes weren’t filled with fury anymore.They were… lost. Panicked. As if something much bigger had just broken her.Before the confusion could settle, Tyler’s ex-wife’s mother adjusted herself even more, rubbing her neck, still recovering from the grip Calista had around her throat.She muttered sharply, “What the hell is wrong with you, Calista? Why are you grabbing me like a criminal? Is this how you repay people who welcomed you? What are you even talking about? Why are

At that moment, inside the silent and serene VIP-exclusive room draped with crystal lighting and golden decor, the director of Everything Luxury was on his knees. His voice trembled with guilt as he looked up at Tyler’s mother, pleading.“Madam, please… I am very, very sorry,” he said, his palms pressed together in front of his chest. “For the way my staff treated you… and for what that lady said. Please, forgive me. If I had been more competent… if I had taken my responsibility seriously, none of this would have happened. I failed you.”However Tyler’s mother stood still for a moment, watching the man before her. His expensive suit was wrinkled from kneeling, and sweat clung to his forehead despite the cool air. It was clear to her—he wasn’t pretending. This was a man who feared not just for his job, but for the consequences of offending someone far above his understanding.Still, she took a deep breath and said calmly, “Please stand up. I’ve already forgiven you.”Upon hearing what

At that moment, Evelyn’s mother couldn’t even believe her ears. She blinked fast, staring at her daughter with shock and rising fury. “He ended the call on you?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger. “That bastard had the audacity to end the call on you?”Immediately her face twisted with even more disgust. “Who does he think he is? What gave him the right?”Evelyn didn’t say anything. She was still holding the phone tightly, her jaw clenched, her pride stung deeply by Tyler’s defiance. But before she could even gather herself to respond, her father slammed his hand on the table.“This is exactly what we get for bringing that street rat into this family!” he roared. “We gave him a roof over his head, gave him food, gave his mother shelter! And now, this is how he chooses to repay us? By raising his shoulders and hanging up on my daughter? On us?”His fists were shaking, his face red from shouting. “He’s forgotten where he came from! Forgotten that he and that stupid looking woman

**The mansion of Malisa’s grandfather, the property sprawls across several acres, secured with high white stone walls and lush gardens. Expensive cars lined the circular driveway, and more were pulling in by the minute.Inside, a few very well-dressed individuals had already begun to arrive. The hall glowed with gold accents and rare chandeliers, each corner of the room scene of wealth, power.Every guest who stepped inside had a presence—men and women in tailored suits and glimmering dresses, people with names that could move cities.However they were surprised to see Malisa standing outside.At that moment, the air felt unusually thick as the heavy clouds gathered above the grand estate. Melissa stood quietly at the corner of the courtyard, the faint rustle of leaves accompanying her rising impatience. She held her clutch tightly against her side, her heels perfectly balanced despite the uneven stone. The event was already buzzing with whispers and camera flashes from invited gues

At that moment, Malisa couldn’t help but slowly shake her head, her eyes narrowing just a little, not in frustration but in disbelief. Hearing what London just said made her chest tighten. She bit her bottom lip, her arms folded neatly across her chest as she turned her gaze back to the luxury car parked before them.However London was staring at the Phantom as if he’d just seen a ghost. His voice had that mix of awe and suspicion, the kind that made people around him listen. But Malisa knew the guest list better than anyone. She had been deeply involved in the planning. From the first phone call to the last sealed envelope, every name, every excuse for absence, every RSVP was something she had personally handled.She finally broke her silence, her voice calm but firm. “Lord Edward wasn’t invited,” she said.Immediately London turned toward her slowly. “What do you mean?”“I mean exactly that,” she replied. “He wasn’t invited. We may have a connection with the Royal House, yes, but n