Twenty minutes earlier, at the other side of the room, Lucas stepped into the grand hall with quiet composure.The moment he entered, most of the affluent guests walked past him without a second glance. No one recognized him. To them, he was just another well-dressed stranger in a sea of familiar elites. He hadn’t been seen in circles like this before, and though his father’s name was legendary, Lucas himself had remained out of the limelight.But he took no offence. He didn’t expect greetings, and he didn’t offer any. With confidence and calmness, he walked forward, his head held high, taking in the atmosphere of the room.A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne. Lucas extended a hand and picked one glass without hesitation.Not far behind him, Antonio and Sabastas followed in coordinated, meticulous steps. As they watched their master, they mirrored his gesture and each took a glass from the tray.Their eyes scanned the luxurious surroundings, filled with powerful figures and dig

It wasn’t today that Lucas started disguising. His habit of hiding who he really was had begun long before now. He had once disguised himself from Isla Quinn, the woman he thought he would spend the rest of his life with.Though Isla had agreed to date him, Lucas noticed the subtle ways she treated him like he didn’t matter. She rarely stayed close to him in public. She avoided being seen with him, never once acknowledging their relationship openly.In fact, there was a day that still burned in his memory. He had caught her describing him to another man who seemed interested in her. She had called Lucas nothing more than a servant—someone who came in daily to clean her boutique.Yet, despite the insult, he stayed. As long as they were good in private, he convinced himself it was enough. As long as she had accepted his proposal to marry him, he held on to hope. He deeply believed that one day she would be shocked—shocked to learn he was not the poor man she thought he was, but a man wor

Jeruel continued to turn from side to side on her bed. Her nightie clung gently to her skin, but sleep remained elusive. Though she was in her room, wrapped in the comfort of luxury, her mind was far from at rest.She couldn’t stop thinking about that man. That servant.This wasn’t like her. Especially not when she had never been with any man before in her life. Jeruel Sinclair had always been a guarded woman. Strong-willed. Intimidating, even. The kind of woman who, despite craving emotional connection, had never allowed herself the vulnerability of love.Yet somehow, this man—this mysterious, soft-spoken servant—had wormed his way into her thoughts, as if by magic or fate. The way he carried himself, so unshaken yet composed. He wasn’t just another staffer. He lingered in her mind like perfume on silk.“Am I seriously catching feelings?” she murmured aloud, confused and frustrated with herself.She sat up suddenly, her long hair falling over one shoulder. Her eyes darted toward the

“Rise and shine, ma’am,” said Anastasia, Jeruel's personal assistant, as she drew back the curtain with practiced grace. The sunlight streamed into the bedroom, spilling across the sheets and landing directly on Jeruel’s face.The warmth pierced through her eyelids. She stirred, groaned, and curled further into the bed, but the comforting darkness had already vanished. The splendid sleep she was enjoying was slipping away fast.“Why would you do that?” she snapped groggily, her voice sharp with irritation. She was still half asleep, and the abrupt intrusion felt like a violation of her personal sanctuary. How dare Anastasia just barge into her room like this?“How did you get in?!” she demanded, her eyes still shut against the brightness, her voice now rising.“You gave me the permission to always wake you up when you are running late, ma’am. Pardon me for entering your room without knocking, but I am only following your instructions,” Anastasia said calmly, standing respectfully at t

“You just bought a new Ferrari?” Isla asked, her voice laced with disinterest as her eyes rolled up in irritation.Whenever Micah was this excited—this animated—it was usually for one of two reasons. Either he had just bought another flashy car with his ridiculous $30,000 monthly allowance, or he had added yet another luxury watch to his growing collection. He was a complete freak for such things, and she had long stopped being surprised.She didn’t bother to think too hard about what else he might want to say. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be anything worthwhile. She didn’t even try to stress her brain racking it over his excitement. She simply returned her attention to her screen.“Wrong!” Micah chirped playfully, clearly enjoying the guessing game she refused to play.“Try again,” he smiled, leaning closer as he swung his legs down from the top of her desk where he had carelessly thrown them.Isla rolled her eyes again, sharper this time. If Micah really thought she would take anot