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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty
“Oh, Sonia, sorry to keep you waiting,” Vanessa said breathlessly as they finally stepped out of the snarled traffic. Her heels clicked against the marble floor of the lobby, impatience clear in the tap of her fingers on her phone as she glanced around. Her gaze immediately fell on Melinda, and for a split second, her eyes widened in surprise. “I see you found a new friend while we were away.” Sonia laughed lightly, brushing her hair behind her shoulder, her posture relaxed but confident. “Yes, I did,” she said. “Melinda, meet Vanessa, Judith, and Diva.” Melinda’s lips curved into a polite smile. “Nice to meet you all,” she said, extending her hand. She could feel the weight of their stares, the way Vanessa’s eyes lingered on her, almost sizing her up, but she returned the look with equal calm, a practiced ease that hid the little thrill bubbling inside. Vanessa didn’t even pause. Her words tumbled out like water over a dam. “Wow… your skin! You have to plug me with your skin vend
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty
Sonia pushed open the glass door of the bar, letting the soft glow of the interior wash over her. The music was lively but not overwhelming, the kind of upbeat rhythm that made the space feel welcoming yet intimate. She scanned the room, her eyes instinctively seeking a table, a corner where she could settle in and wait. Her friends hadn’t arrived yet, and the emptiness of the space around her made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t like. With a small sigh, she slipped into a booth near the window, the leather seat cool against her skin. She picked up her phone and tapped out a quick message, her fingers slightly trembling, betraying a restless impatience. “Here, guys. Where are you all?” She hit send and immediately regretted it, fidgeting as she watched the three tiny dots that signaled delivery and, soon after, read receipts. The ping of the message delivered seemed louder than it should have, echoing her irritation and her unease. She set the phone down carelessly, letting it
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine
By the time they arrived home, the night had fully settled, wrapping the house in an uneasy stillness. Sonia stepped inside without a word, her body tense, her jaw tight. She did not wait for anyone or look back. Instead, she headed straight for the staircase, her footsteps sharp against the floor as she climbed. “Sonia,” her mother called gently from the living room, already sensing something was wrong. “Are you okay?” Sonia did not slow down. She did not turn around. The question felt pointless, almost insulting, because if her mother had really looked at her, she would have seen the answer written all over her face. Sonia continued upstairs, each step heavier than the last, until she disappeared down the hallway. Her mother sighed, folding her arms across her chest as frustration mixed with worry. She turned toward her husband, lowering her voice even though Sonia was already gone. “She’s angry,” she said quietly. “You know she has a bad temper.” Her father glanced towa
Chapter One Hundred and Forty -Eight
The moment she stepped into Rico’s office, she froze. It wasn’t hesitation. Not really. It was a physical reaction, a catch of her breath, a sudden awareness that she was no longer in control. Her eyes roamed the room, and she felt a faint, unfamiliar tightness in her chest. Everything about the office screamed quiet authority: the dark wood of the floor, the polished surfaces, the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city below like it belonged to him. The space wasn’t loud, wasn’t decorated to impress anyone. It simply was, and it carried weight. She had expected chaos. A man scrambling to assert himself. Instead, she found calm precision. Power distilled into form. She felt smaller than she’d intended, though she wasn’t about to show it. “Your office is amazing, Rico,” she said, forcing her voice into a casual brightness. “Who would have thought you’d rise to fame so easily?” Rico didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t need to. He let her words hang in the air, like smoke, stud
Chapter One Hundred and Forty- Seven
At Silverline Logistics, the atmosphere was thick with commotion. Voices overlapped in sharp, impatient bursts, echoing off the polished floors and glass walls. Frustration pulsed through the room like a live wire, crackling with every raised tone and agitated movement. Employees hovered near their desks, half-frozen, unsure whether to intervene or fade into the background. A small crowd had gathered near the counter, drawn by instinct to conflict the way people always were—curious, tense, alert. The air felt heavy, almost oppressive, as though something volatile had already been set in motion and was waiting for the smallest spark to explode. Aaron stood at the center of it all, his shoulders squared, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Sweat prickled faintly at the back of his neck—not from heat, but from pressure. He had stepped into the role of manager barely hours ago, and already the authority he was meant to embody was being tested in front of everyone. “I just became the
Chapter One Hundred and Forty- Six
Rico stood frozen in the hallway, his eyes fixed on Dr. Harry. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as though every second stretched too long, giving weight to the words that were about to fall. “Master Rico,” Dr. Harry said, his voice measured, careful, respectful, yet laced with curiosity. “Is she… your mother? Is Eleanor Devi your mother?” Rico’s chest tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His heart pounded like a warning drum inside his ribcage. He wanted to speak, to shout yes and throw himself at the truth, but something restrained him. Saying it aloud, even to someone he trusted, carried consequences he could not ignore. The West family—calculating, ruthless, dangerous—could learn the truth, and his mother’s safety would be shattered in an instant. He swallowed hard, forcing his voice into calm, controlled tones. “She’s just an elderly lady I saw while out. I offered to help her,” he said. He could feel the tension in Dr. Harry’s eyes, the subtle narrowing
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