A sleek, jet-black Maserati was parked in front of Amber’s building. Not just any Maserati, the newest model, the kind that screamed old money and whispered untouchable. Xavier frowned, Amber didn’t drive this car. None of her friends, as far as he knew, did either. She wasn’t the type to flaunt wealth through possessions at least not in a way that drew this much attention. So whose car was it? And why was it parked here, in front of her place?He killed the engine of his car but didn’t immediately step out. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, watching the building as though the car’s owner might suddenly appear. Nothing. Finally, he got out, locking his car with a sharp click. His footsteps on the stone path sounded louder than usual as he climbed the stairs to Amber’s apartment. Each step seemed to drag, heavy with questions he wasn’t ready to answer.When he reached her door, he pressed the bell. It swung open far quicker than expected, but it wasn’t Amber standing there. “Uh…”

Lisa walked in with Rosa, Cathy, and Jess trailing behind, the four of them immediately catching the attention of the sales staff. Within minutes, a sharply dressed attendant appeared with a tray of champagne flutes, the golden bubbles catching the store lights like liquid diamonds. “Only the best for our VIP clients,” the attendant said smoothly, offering Lisa the first glass.Lisa smiled with the ease of someone used to such treatment and accepted. “Well, ladies, if you shop with me, you shop in style.”Jess muttered something under her breath but took the glass anyway. “You know,” Lisa began casually, swirling the champagne in her glass as though she were on a talk show, “I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time to change my car.”Rosa’s head popped up from behind a rack of blouses. “Change? But Lisa, you only just got that Maserati last year.”Lisa gave a light shrug, as if Maseratis were things one could toss aside like last season’s shoes. “Exactly. It’s practically vintage by no

Amber’s heels clicked softly against the marbled floor as she climbed up the stairs of Xavier’s home, her stride confident but unhurried. Her thoughts were already on the conversation she had come here to have, her mind rehearsing and discarding different approaches.She was halfway to the study when a voice smooth, female, and unfamiliar cut across the hallway. “You might want to slow down.”Amber turned her head and found herself looking at a woman leaning casually against the pillar, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She was immaculately put together in a fitted beige dress, understated gold jewelry, and an elegance that felt calculated. “Xavier’s in a meeting,” the woman continued, straightening. “You’ll have to wait outside. “Amber, isn’t it?” the woman asked, smiling with a kind of elegance that didn’t reach her eyes.Amber arched a brow, her gaze taking in the woman’s posture, her expensive perfume, and the air of entitlement in her tone. “And you must be the Prime Ministe

Lisa sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling furiously through her burner Instagram account, her glossy nails tapping against the cracked screen protector. She hadn’t left the house in days. The curtains were drawn, not because she liked the dimness but because she didn’t want to risk running into Rosa or any of the other women outside. “Are you seriously going to keep ignoring Rosa’s calls?” Jenna asked from the vanity mirror, where she was busy re-doing her lipstick for the third time that morning.Lisa didn’t even look up. “Why should I pick? Did she forget who introduced her to all those places she flexes in now? Ungrateful bitch. After everything I did for them.”Jenna let out a dry laugh. “Sis, she’s been calling you for two weeks. You owe her fifteen thousand dollars. That’s not exactly something people forget.”Lisa hissed. “Oh please. She offered to cover it. My card only got declined because Antonio was careless with money. That’s not my fault. I'm going to pay her when I h

The mansion was too quiet when Antonio stumbles in, shirt torn, blood on his arm. The TV in the background was still showing clips of his humiliation at his warehouse site. The heavy doors slammed shut behind him. Almost instantly, Lisa’s voice rang from the grand hallway. “Antonio! My God! what happened?! I couldn't hear you clearly on the phone.”She rushed forward, her heels clicking furiously on the marble, eyes wide with panic as she saw the blood trailing down his arm.Jenna appeared from the side room, clutching her phone. Her brows knitted in false shock, though the corners of her lips twitched as though she’d just watched something entertaining. “Oh, it’s worse than we thought. You’re all over the news, Antonio.”Antonio smirked faintly, though his face was pale. “The media always like to exaggerate things. Don’t believe everything you see.” “Exaggerate? You were thrown out like a criminal! Dragged ou by the cops! Everyone saw it. Do you even understand how damaging th