2025-02-24 17:53:52Javier Everhart stood outside the bedroom door, clutching a bouquet of white lilies—the ones Camila had once claimed were her favorite.
He wondered if the past few years had been nothing more than an elaborate joke played at his expense.
His grip on the flowers tightened as he heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from behind the door.
The moans of a woman and a man intertwined, and Javier knew exactly whose voices they were.
His wife. Camila Valverde.
He had planned to surprise her today, but who would have thought that the flowers he brought would be met with betrayal?
"Ah! Honey! Deeper!"
Camila’s voice from behind the door made Javier freeze.
"Better than your husband?"
A man’s voice followed, seeking validation.
Camila laughed, mocking.
"Of course, you’re better in every way. Javier is utterly useless, both in bed and in everything else."
The man let out a booming laugh.
What the crap are they talking about?
Javier clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Rage almost burst his blood vessels.
He wanted to rush in at once, but his legs almost lost control, rooted to the ground, unable to move.
Before he could make any move, he heard Camila speak again, her voice dripping with desire.
"Mateo, darling… is my promotion guaranteed in your hands?"
Javier’s eyes widened.
That filthy bastard?
Mateo Waverly.
Camila’s boss at the company where she worked.
He was a disgusting notorious playboy, because rumor has it that he raped underage girls, got them pregnant, and then used money to settle the matter after
She slept with such a bastard, and it’s just for a promotion?
"Of course. You have nothing to worry about as long as you’re in my arms," Mateo said smugly.
“And besides, my company is about to finalize a collaboration with the prestigious Cortes family group. Once that happens, our family will rise to become one of the top-tier families here!”
Camila giggled, "You're the best, much better than that useless Javier!"
Her sweet voice now made Javier feel extremely nauseous.
Javier barely noticed the flowers in his hand being squeezed out of shape, just like his heart that had been crushed by betrayal.
"I’ll divorce that loser soon," Camila declared confidently. "I’m tired of dealing with him. It’s time to end this marriage."
"A wise decision, dear. I’m lucky to have you."
"That idiot Javier has no idea what’s going on." Mateo laughed mockingly.
“He should just cut off his dick and start wearing skirts!”
“Oh! You naughty! Faster!”
Javier didn’t think as he moved, his body acting with instinct, his heart pounding as he shoved the bedroom door open with a force that rattled the walls.
Camila’s eyes widened in shock at Javier’s sudden appearance.
"Javier!"
Camila's scream tore through the penthouse like shattered glass.
She clawed the satin sheets to her exposed breast, like a whore clutching at last-minute virtue.
Camila instinctively tried to explain, "Javier, it's not what you think. Mateo and I..."
The scene burned itself into retinas: his wife's flushed skin pressed against the leather headboard, her naked boss lounging like a panther who'd claimed fresh territory.
Mateo Waverly didn't even bother covering himself, the jagged scar across his abdomen rippling as he chuckled.
"Wow, loser, I didn't expect you home this early."
Suddenly, Mateo pulled back the blanket, revealing Camila's exquisite naked body.
He grinned and said to Javier, "Poor guy, want to watch a live show?"
"My mistake," Javier’s voice cut colder than Siberian steel.
"I forgot adultery requires appointment slots now."
The tone of Javier made Camila embarrassed and angry.
She stopped explaining, "I must have been blind to marry you. You piece of shit!"
“Mateo was totally different!”
“Different?”
Javier tilted his head, anger flashing in his otherwise unbothered eyes.
"I assume you mean the different kind where he cycles through women like seasonal trends, discards you when he’s bored, and moves on to the next desperate employee willing to trade dignity for a raise?"
“Oh, please.”
Camila rolled her eyes, exasperation creeping into her voice.
“At least I am getting a promotion, and all those beautiful gems. And you? We have been married for three years, but you only sent me this cheap bracelet, calling it a family heirloom. Garbage!”
Camila let out a derisive laugh.
“Mateo’s expert friend appraised it—it’s worthless junk. I threw it away.”
She pointed to the room corner, “That’s where you and your garbage should stay, the trash can!”
Javier's breath stilled; the world momentarily muted around him.
That bracelet had been his father’s, the only piece of his family’s history that he had left.
Camila disdainfully said, "I will divorce you. From then on, I am no longer your wife!"
Javier stared at her, feeling immensely disappointed.
Camila, when did you become such a money worshipper?
He went to the trash can before his mind could catch up. He cannot lose his father’s last treasure.
Bending down, his fingers sifted through the discarded tissues, empty cosmetic bottles and used condoms until he found the cool, familiar weight of the bracelet.
His father’s legacy was abandoned like refuse.
"Wow, really digging through the trash, huh?"
"Guess that’s fitting—since that’s where you belong now."
He spat on Javier's head, who was bowing down searching for the bracelet.
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Javier gave Amara a single nod—an unspoken acceptance of her resolve—before striding past Damon, who was already on the comms, murmuring orders into a hidden earpiece. The hotel suite door shut behind them with a soft click, the air outside colder, heavier—like the night knew what they were heading into.Down in the underground garage, a matte-black SUV waited, engine running. Javier slipped into the back seat while Amara took the front. Damon climbed behind the wheel.“They’re expecting us,” Damon said, pulling out into the street, “but we’ll still go in from the east entrance—less visibility, less noise.”“Any heat signatures?” Javier asked.
CHAPTER 293
Javier paced to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of water—no liquor tonight. Not until his mind was sharper than the blade he kept hidden beneath his coat. He took a sip, then turned back to Amara.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “How did you find out Sable was in the city?”“I intercepted chatter on a secure channel,” Amara replied, pulling a tablet from her bag and placing it on the glass table. “Encrypted, but sloppy. He’s getting arrogant. Someone referred to him as Dr. S—that’s the same alias he used in Prague.”Javier’s eyes narrowed. “And the lab?”“Abandoned pharmaceutical facility. East River district. Last used five years ago. No electricity on the grid, but the thermal scans I ran last night show movement. At least four people inside. Possibly more underground.”“So he’s building something.”“Or someone,” Amara said, her jaw clenched. “If it’s another subject like—”“Don’t.” Javier’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “We don’t speak about Subject 12.”Amara lowered h
CHAPTER 292
The elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Amara stood beside Javier in tense silence, stealing glances at him every few seconds. His hands were in his pockets now, his posture calm—but she knew better. The stillness in Javier Montalvo always came before a storm.“I didn’t expect to find you here,” she said finally, her voice low.“I didn’t expect to be humiliated in front of a lobby full of parasites,” he replied, eyes fixed on the elevator numbers. “But life’s full of surprises.”Amara winced. “They didn’t know who you were.”“They didn’t need
CHAPTER 291
"Mr. Montalvo. We need to speak. It's urgent."Every voice in the lobby fell silent. Heads turned toward the woman who had just burst in—tall, striking, dressed in an immaculately tailored navy coat and heels that echoed sharply on the marble floor. Her hair was pinned back tightly, her face pale and strained, yet full of urgency.The man behind the reception desk blinked, flustered. "Do you... Do you know this gentleman, Miss?"She ignored him entirely. Her gaze was locked on Javier.Javier didn't move from where he stood—arms crossed, jaw tight, still reeling from the string of humiliating remarks hurled his way only minutes earlier. He’d tolerated the sneers, the laughs, the thinly veiled contempt from the hotel staff and a handful of self-important
CHAPTER 290
The hotel lobby buzzed with well-dressed socialites and businessmen, each flaunting their wealth as if it were a contest. Marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and classical music floated gently through the air. Javier stood near the entrance, wearing a plain black shirt and dark slacks—unassuming, modest, and far from the designer-laden crowd that occupied the room.He approached the reception desk with quiet confidence, waiting patiently behind a group of guests who eyed him with visible disdain. One woman in a tight red dress glanced over her shoulder and scoffed.“Looks like security’s getting real lenient these days,” she whispered to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice.Her friend laughed, flipping her blonde hair. “Maybe he’s lost. Or looking for the kitchen entrance.”Javier said nothing, simply waited.The concierge, a tall man with a stiff posture and too much cologne, frowned when he finally looked up and saw Javier. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped and
CHAPTER 289
The chandelier above the grand lobby of Hotel Caravelle sparkled like crushed diamonds, its soft golden light casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Guests in tailored suits and glittering gowns milled about, sipping champagne, chatting, laughing—the wealthy elite in their natural habitat.Javier entered quietly.He wore a simple dark blazer, pressed slacks, and a muted gray shirt. His shoes were polished but lacked the designer insignia most guests flaunted. No cufflinks. No flashy watch. No entourage.Just him. Alone.He crossed the lobby to the concierge, pausing politely as two women draped in designer gowns finished speaking.“I don’t care what
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