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Chapter 98: Peekaboo!!
The car came to a halt in front of St. Augustine Medical Center. Jason glanced out the tinted window and exhaled with relief —thankfully, there were no reporters crowding the walkway this time. No ugly microphones shoved in his face, no cameras flashing to catch his every move. Just silence and the sterile glow of the hospital’s neon sign above the glass doors.“Wait here,” he told his driver, stepping out and adjusting his hoodie. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, clean but cold. He strode through the sliding doors, his shoes clicking softly against polished tiles.The receptionist noticed him instantly. Her head snapped up from her desk, and within a second she was on her feet, practically running to greet him. Her smile stretched too wide, her chest subtly pushed forward as if rehearsed. In one fluid motion, she leaned across the desk, tugging at her blouse so that the top buttons opened just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.“Young prince,” she whispered breathlessl
Chapter 97: "My Daughter"
“My daughter. Oh my daughter!” Mrs. Ishani called out, running towards her daughter, but the security men tried to stop her.“Mama,” Priyanka called out, tears gushing down her face. Her mother had never seen her in this state and she wanted to make sure it remained that way forever. Her mother brought her up well, how could she disappoint the old lady after all they’ve been through?Jason had not yet departed. He stood behind to watch the scene, the weight of the situation eating into his soul. He had all the wealth in the world, yet, he could not prove that his girlfriend was innocent and now, she was stuck in some smelly cell with iron bars. Mrs. Ishani closed the distance between herself and her daughter. “Why, Priyanka? Why did you….” Her voice cracked. Her hands shook as she tried to touch her child through the narrow gap the guards allowed.“Mama, no… don’t cry,” Priyanka whispered, her voice breaking. “I didn’t do it. I swear to you, I didn’t push her. Please believe me. Anyt
Chapter 96: The Last Visitation?
The fluorescent lights in the visitation room whirred faintly, flickering as if even they were nervous about what was about to happen. Priyanka stood frozen at the doorway, her heart hammering in her chest. She had seen Jason countless times before —on campus, under the shade of sycamores, in his expensive mansion, on late-night calls when his voice softened just for her— but never like this. Never across cold steel tables, under the eyes of guards, with an invisible wall of fate pressing down between them. She had just heard his voice from a news radio just a few minutes ago. And now, here he was.Jason sat calmly, his back straight, hands folded on the metal table as if he’d been waiting for her forever. His hoodie was plain, dark, but it couldn’t hide the weight he carried —the quiet authority that made even the guards stand a little straighter when they passed him. His eyes lifted the moment she stepped in, steady, unshakable. They found hers instantly, like a compass locking on
Chapter 95: An Innocent Indian Girl
Priyanka woke to voices.Not the usual clatter of keys and boots from the guards, but low whispers, sharp as needles, drifting through the concrete walls. Her eyelids felt heavy, but her ears caught every syllable.“...that’s her, right? The Indian girl?”“Yeah. The one Jason Cole just defended on live TV.”She froze. Jason. Even the sound of his name sent her stomach twisting. Her heart wanted to leap, but her mind whispered caution: don’t believe, don’t hope, don’t… fall for it. Not again.From the cell next to hers, someone laughed, a dry, mocking laugh. “Girl must have something good, for a billionaire to stand up like that.”Priyanka’s fists clenched under her blanket. She wanted to scream that it wasn’t like that, that she hadn’t asked Jason to do anything. But the words stayed locked in her throat.The scrape of a chair. The jangle of keys. A guard walking past, muttering to another. “You see Cole’s speech? Man’s making himself president one step at a time. I mean, if it comes
Chapter 94: War Declared!
Carson’s head lifted slightly at the sound of her name. The video rolled —Mia, his sweet Mia, pale and fragile in her hospital bed, framed by flowers, her soft voice carrying over the footage.“I forgive her,” Mia said, her eyes shining with rehearsed innocence. “We shouldn’t let anger destroy us. If the judge could consider a lighter sentence for her… that would be enough for me.”The Monroe twins groaned loudly.“Fake,” Mason muttered. “She’s fake.”“I hate her voice,” Madison added, stuffing a strawberry into her mouth. “Like she’s some angel. Please. She probably pushed herself just to trend.”“Madison!” Serena’s voice snapped again, though her eyes sparkled faintly with amusement. “That’s Carson’s girlfriend. Show some respect.”“Blah blah blah, mom. She is a bitch and a snake. I mean, come on, are you guys really going to believe this cooked up story? You should watch more Korean movies.” Mason added.“Cut it out, now! Watch your language!”Victor finally folded his paper, glanc
Chapter 93: The Monroes
Morning light spilled over the Monroe estate like liquid gold, bouncing off its glass-paneled façade and the gleaming marble fountains that roared in the front courtyard. From above, the mansion looked less like a home and more like a palace misplaced in the quiet green hills of Connecticut—a palace with its own airstrip, helipad, and a fleet of cars tucked neatly inside a garage larger than most supermarkets.Inside, the ceilings soared two stories high, etched with hand-painted murals and framed by chandeliers imported from Vienna. The scent of polished mahogany and French coffee clung to the air, warm but heavy, a reminder that nothing here ever came cheap.And yet, behind all that polished glass and cold marble, the Monroe family was chaos at breakfast. Real chaos.The long dining table, carved from Italian oak, stretched wide enough to seat thirty, but only six places were set. At the head sat Victor Monroe —gray at the temples but still built like a man who lifted iron for sport.
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