2025-02-24 17:56:02Javier found the bracelet and carefully put it away.
He was furious. Mateo had just spat on his head, and before he could react, he heard Mateo's mockery from above;
"Look, this is what a beggar like you should be doing, rummaging through the trash to see if there's anything to eat or something valuable."
Javier could no longer control his anger.
"Fuck you!"
Javier’s patience finally snapped. In a flash, his fist connected with Mateo’s face. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as cartilage shattered under the force of the blow.
Mateo staggered backward, a curse slipping from his lips as he clutched his bleeding nose.
His grip found the edge of the bed, steadying himself.
Camila shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth as she rushed to Mateo’s side.
"Javier! Have you lost your mind?!" she screamed, voice laced with panic.
They clashed like wild animals, raw fury igniting the air between them.
Camila’s fear spiked. She didn’t want her boss hurt since it might jeopardize her promotion.
"Stop it! Stop it right now! Javier, you could kill him!"
But Javier wasn’t finished. His rage burned too hot, too deep.
Grabbing Mateo by the collar, he yanked him up before driving another brutal punch into his gut.
Mateo choked out a gasp, collapsing onto the nightstand.
The impact sent an expensive cologne bottle crashing to the floor, its scent of cedar and arrogance thickening the air.
"Fuck!" Mateo groaned, wiping the blood from his lips.
"You’re gonna regret this!"
Camila snapped. Seeing Mateo bruised and bloodied unhinged something inside her.
Without thinking, she snatched up an ornate glass lamp and swung with all her strength.
The lamp connected with the back of Javier’s head. A sickening thud rang out as pain exploded through his skull.
Warm blood trickled down his neck, seeping into his shirt.
Javier swayed but didn’t fall. He turned, vision blurred, his gaze locking onto Camila.
"Camila… what did you do?"
He searched her face, hoping for guilt, regret—some sign she still cared.
But she only lifted her chin, fire burning in her eyes as she clung to Mateo’s arm like he was her savior.
"You brought this on yourself!" she spat. "Now, get out!"
Her voice was sharp, final.
"You’re nothing, Javier. You have nothing. You can’t give me what I want. Just leave!"
Javier let out a low, bitter chuckle. No humor, only disbelief.
He had spent years working himself to the bone for her, sacrificing, ensuring she had everything she desired. And now?
Now, she had thrown him aside for this cocky asshole!
Mateo, emboldened by Camila’s venom, pointed a trembling finger at Javier.
"You heard her. Get lost. And don’t think this is over. You’ll pay for this."
Javier didn’t spare him another glance. He turned and walked away, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.
The moment he stepped outside, he couldn’t control himself.
His knees buckled, the blood loss catching up to him. Darkness crept into his vision before he collapsed onto the cold pavement.
A sleek black car purred to a stop nearby.
Inside, Valeria Cortes watched the crumpled figure on the ground with mild curiosity.
One perfectly sculpted brow arched as she studied his face.
"Stop the car," she commanded.
Her driver hesitated. "Miss Cortes, he’s just some nobody."
Valeria tilted her head, her expression unreadable.
"He looks familiar. Bring him inside first." Her voice left no room for argument.
The driver obeyed.
As Javier’s unconscious body was lifted into the car, rarely does such a surprised expression appear on Valeria’s face.
"I think I know him. He looks so familiar…"
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CHAPTER 192
It was a quiet Tuesday morning when Javier Everhart stepped into the glass-walled lobby of The Crescent Club—a private investment circle notorious for accepting only the elite. The kind who wore arrogance like silk and couldn’t tell the difference between old money and earned power.Javier’s coat was the same. Simple. Grey. No designer logo. His shoes, though polished, had walked through more construction sites and factories than luxury ballrooms. He didn’t look like he belonged—and that was precisely the point.The receptionist, a young man with gel-slicked hair and a barely concealed smirk, looked up from behind the counter.“Deliveries are through the back entrance,” he said, not bothering to look twice.Javier’s eyes didn’t flicker. “I’m here for the investors’ roundtable.”The receptionist let out a short laugh. “Sir, this is a closed session. Only invited principals and managing partners. No observers or interns.”A few businessmen waiting near the elevators chuckled softly at t
CHAPTER 191
Morning light filtered through the Everhart estate’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting pale golden shadows across the marble floors. Outside, the garden bloomed quietly, untouched by the noise of the world.Javier Everhart sat at the breakfast table with a steaming cup of black tea in hand. He wasn’t reading a newspaper or scrolling through news on his phone. He simply watched the sun rise slowly, the way he always did, without rush.Valeria entered a moment later, wearing a white silk robe, her dark hair loosely tied. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before sitting across from him.“They’re still calling,” she murmured, pouring herself tea. “Ronald’s assistant has left three messages. Two emails from Marcus. And a request for a private meeting from Councilman Marris.”Javier’s expression didn’t shift. “They’ll call until the fear wears off. Then they’ll pretend nothing happened.”Valeria studied him. “And you? Will you respond?”He took a sip of his tea. “Eventually.”They sat
CHAPTER 190
The grand hall of the Aurelia Hotel glistened with polished marble and golden chandeliers, echoing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of wine glasses. It was a charity gala, one of the most exclusive events of the season. Invitations were rare, the guest list handpicked. Everyone who mattered in the city’s business sphere was present.Javier Everhart stood near the far end of the room, near the enormous glass windows overlooking the city lights. His dark blue suit was perfectly tailored, his posture calm and composed. Yet somehow, he still blended into the background. People walked past him without a second glance, assuming him to be one of the serving staff or a guest from a minor sponsor company.A man brushed past him roughly, nearly spilling wine on Javier’s sleeve. The man didn’t even pause.“Move out of the way, will you?” he muttered irritably.Javier only gave a small nod.That man—Ronald Hemsley—was the owner of a mid-tier investment firm that had been aggressively
CHAPTER 189
The scent of espresso lingered in the air as Javier stepped into the quiet little café nestled between rows of bookstores and flower stalls. The place was modest—old wooden tables, mismatched chairs, a hand-chalked menu above the counter—but it was peaceful. That’s why Javier liked it.He wore a plain beige coat over a dark sweater, his black trousers slightly wrinkled from sitting in meetings all morning. There was no glint of luxury, no mark of status. Just a man who looked tired, solitary, and invisible in the crowd.As he queued to order, two young businessmen in sleek suits pushed past him without so much as a glance. One bumped Javier’s shoulder hard, sending a tremor through his arm.“Watch it, old man,” the taller one muttered without looking back.The other laughed. “Bet he’s here for free Wi-Fi.”Javier said nothing. He merely stepped back into line, his hands calm at his sides.The barista at the counter, a young woman named Marcy who had never once greeted him with anythin
CHAPTER 188
The rain had softened to a mist by morning. Javier sat on the stone bench beneath the ivy-covered pergola, a cup of black coffee untouched in his hand. The scent of damp earth lingered in the garden, accompanied by the low hum of bees circling the roses Valeria had planted last spring.She approached quietly, as she always did—never startling him, never intruding. Just appearing beside him like a thought that finally found words.“Didn’t sleep,” she said softly, slipping her hand into his.He shook his head once.Valeria studied his face, her warm brown eyes noting the stillness in his jaw, the fatigue in his shoulders. Most people wouldn’t notice it. But she always did.“Was it Cassian?&rd
CHAPTER 187
The hotel’s grand ballroom emptied like a tide receding from the shore. All that remained was silence—and Javier.He didn’t stay long. There was no need. The echoes of his statement would reverberate through boardrooms, headlines, and private calls before the night was over. And that was enough.Javier made his way through the gold-trimmed hallways of the Langston Towers, his pace steady, eyes fixed forward. He wore the same grey coat and scuffed leather shoes that had earned him sneers from valet attendants and whispered insults from waitstaff earlier that evening. No one had bothered to greet him when he entered. Now, none dared to speak.But of course, there were always exceptions.“Hey! You!”A voice rang out sharply behind him.Javier turned his head mildly, his expression unreadable.A young man in an overpriced blazer—probably no older than twenty-seven—stormed toward him. His name tag, which read “Jules,” was tilted sideways. The assistant event coordinator.“I told you earlie
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