2025-09-22 00:22:24Antonio Lavez stood near the edge of the crowd, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his dark eyes calm but sharp, watching every detail.
He was a man who carried power the way others carried breath, effortlessly. Billionaire, innovator, strategist; every move he made was deliberate. And tonight, he was prepared to give his wife a gift worth sixty million dollars, a watch so rare it belonged in museums.
But more valuable than the diamonds and sapphires woven into its face was the thought behind it. Antonio believed love was proven in action, and this gift was his way of proving it again.
“Antonio,” Jolie’s voice floated toward him, sweet and silken as she glided across the room in a shimmering silver gown. Her beauty was undeniable, her smile radiant enough to turn heads, and yet, when her eyes met his, he caught the flicker of something else. Impatience. Calculation.
“You’re late to join the toast,” she said, slipping her hand onto his arm. “People are asking where you are.”
“I was waiting for the right moment,” Antonio murmured. His lips curved into a faint smile as he studied her face, searching for the warmth he used to find there. “Happy birthday, Jolie.”
Her smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Make sure it’s unforgettable,” she whispered. He intended to.
Moments later, the Watson patriarch clinked his glass, calling the room to attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, a toast, to my daughter, Jolie Watson, the jewel of our family, the brightest star in this city!”
Applause erupted, cheers filling the air as Jolie basked in the adoration. Antonio stepped forward, the velvet box heavy in his pocket, his heart steady but eager. He cleared his throat. “If I may.”
The room quieted. Heads turned. Antonio’s presence commanded silence the way a storm commanded seas. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the box.
“This,” he said, opening it slowly, “is a gift for the woman I love. A rare timepiece, valued at sixty million dollars. But to me, it’s priceless, because time itself means nothing without Jolie by my side.”
Gasps rippled across the room. The glittering watch caught the chandelier’s light, scattering stars across the walls.
For a moment, awe hushed the gathering. For a moment, Antonio saw Jolie’s lips part, not in gratitude, but in something sharper, something colder.
Then the silence cracked. “Is this a joke?” one of Jolie’s uncles barked, stepping forward. His face twisted in disdain. “You stand here, flashing trinkets, when everyone knows the truth?”
Antonio’s brow furrowed. “The truth?”
A bitter laugh rang out from Daniel Crane, Jolie’s ex-lover, the man Antonio had always distrusted. He sauntered into the circle, his smirk dripping with arrogance.
“The truth, Antonio, is that you’re no billionaire. You’re a fraud. A criminal. A thief hiding behind smoke and mirrors.”
Whispers surged like wildfire through the crowd. Antonio’s chest tightened, but his voice remained even. “Careful, Crane. Slander isn’t a game you want to play with me.”
Daniel’s smirk deepened. “Slander? Tell them, Jolie. Tell your darling husband what we all know.”
Antonio turned to his wife, confusion etching his features for the first time that night. “Jolie?”
Her gaze met his, cold as steel. Her lips curled into a smile, not of love, but triumph. “They’re right, Antonio. You built your empire on lies. My family discovered everything. Fraudulent accounts. Stolen deals. Money laundering.”
The words sliced through him like blades. “What are you talking about? You know that’s not true.”
She tilted her head, eyes glittering with cruel amusement. “Do I?”
The crowd erupted with accusations, voices overlapping “Criminal!” “Liar!” “Fraud!” Champagne glasses shattered as someone slammed theirs onto the floor. Antonio felt the weight of a hundred condemning stares pressing down on him.
He stepped toward Jolie, his voice low but fierce. “Why are you doing this?”
Her laughter was soft, poisonous. “Because, Antonio, love doesn’t pay as well as inheritance.”
His breath caught. “Inheritance?”
Daniel slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You didn’t think she’d stay loyal to a man about to lose everything, did you? She deserves better. And she’ll get it.”
Antonio’s world tilted. The betrayal was not just public, it was intimate, orchestrated, deliberate. His chest burned, rage clawing to break free, but he forced his tone to remain calm. “You’ve made a mistake.”
“No,” Jolie whispered, her smile widening as guards stepped forward. “You have.”
The estate doors burst open. Police officers stormed in, badges flashing, weapons ready. “Antonio Lavez, you’re under arrest for fraud, embezzlement, and financial crimes.”
Gasps echoed. Cameras flashed. The crowd parted as officers seized him. Antonio did not resist. His mind burned with questions, his body thrummed with fury. He looked at Jolie one last time as handcuffs bit into his wrists. Her eyes glittered with victory.
But as he was dragged toward the exit, Antonio leaned close enough for only her to hear. His voice was a whisper, sharp as a knife’s edge.
“This isn’t the end, Jolie. You think you’ve won, but you’ve only started a war.”
Her smirk faltered. For a fraction of a second, he saw it, fear. Then the doors slammed behind him. And the empire of Antonio Lavez crumbled into darkness.
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Chapter 19 – Knives in the Dark
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Chapter 16 – The Strings Tighten
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