Chapter 465 Chapter 465: For three seconds, nothing happened. Then the notification counter at the bottom of the screen ticked from 0 to 1. Then 100. Then it simply froze, displaying a “99+” that refused to update because the servers couldn’t keep up. Twitter (X) exploded. Instagram crashed for a

Chapter 464 Chapter 464: “I don’t care about physics!” Sienna snapped. “I want to look thin. I want it tighter than the mannequin. I want to be poured into it p> She glared at Skye. “Skye is wearing a loose sack because she has nothing to show off. I have

Chapter 463 Chapter 463: Skye laughed. It was a light, airy sound. “Trash?” Skye ran her hand down the soft tulle. “This is Italian silk, hand-woven. But I suppose you wouldn’t know quality if it hit you in the face p> Sienna’s face turned red. “I want it! I want

Chapter 462 Chapter 462: Unless, of course, you were Skye Sterling. Skye stood on the plush pedestal in the VIP fitting room, surrounded by three mirrors that reflected her silhouette from every angle. The dress she wore was Harper Quinn’s creation, the midnight black silk she had commissioned for the

Chapter 461 Chapter 461: That was the push. The external pressure broke Dominic’s resolve. He didn’t have time to negotiate. He didn’t have time to think. He was drowning, and Morgan Stone was the only life raft in the ocean. “Fine,” Dominic snarled into the phone. “I’m signing p> He

Chapter 460 Chapter 460: The voice modulator distorted her words instantly. Through the speakers, “Morgan Stone” spoke with a baritone depth that commanded authority. It was cold, detached, the voice of a man who viewed human suffering as a line item on a spreadsheet. On the other end of the

Chapter 459 Chapter 459: Beatrice recoiled, offended. “Well. Someone is moody. Just make sure you are ready by six tomorrow. And take your pills. We need you calm p> She turned and left, closing the door with a click. Liam stared at the door. He was vibrating with rage and

Chapter 458 Chapter 458: Dominic’s head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot. “Declined?” he repeated, his voice dangerously quiet. “I am Dominic Thorne. I don’t get declined p> “They say the risk profile is too high,” Wayne whispered. “But p> He trailed off, letting the silence hang. It was a

Chapter 457 Chapter 457: “You are enjoying this too much,” Alistair said. His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the quiet office. Skye didn’t look up. She picked up a fountain pen, the nib hovering over the first envelope. “I’m not enjoying it,” she corrected, her voice cool and

Chapter 456 Chapter 456: “One down,” I murmured. “Two to go p> Liam and Beatrice. Alistair stepped in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Saturday,” he promised. “The engagement party. We finish them p> I leaned back into him, drawing strength

Chapter 455 Chapter 455: “She spent our dividends p> “I knew she was incompetent p> Sienna turned pale. “It was for networking! I was building the brand p> “By buying yourself jewelry?” Alistair clicked a button. A photo appeared on the screen. It was Sienna, wearing the “company assets” at

Chapter 454 Chapter 454: I smiled. It was sharp and dangerous. “Good. Then she’s saved me the trouble of hunting her down p> Felix gently moved the employee aside with one hand. “She doesn’t have the authority to hold a bake sale, let alone a meeting p> We stepped into

Chapter 453 Chapter 453: “I heard we are going to war,” Harper said, grinning. She held up a black garment bag. “I brought ammunition p> They unzipped the bag. The dress was a masterpiece of architectural design. It was midnight-black silk, draped to resemble liquid shadows clinging to the body.

Chapter 452 Chapter 452: Liam tried to intervene, leaning forward in his seat, his face pale. “Mother, this is insane. Sienna shouldn’t p> Beatrice slapped Liam’s arm hard. “Shut up, Liam. Sit back p> Sienna realized she had no choice. Her meal ticket, her fame, her future—it all depended on

Chapter 451 Chapter 451: Suddenly, the low rumble of engines filled the air. A fleet of three Rolls-Royces pulled up behind my car, boxing the Kensingtons in. Doors opened in unison. Six bodyguards stepped out. And then, Alistair Thorne descended. He didn’t walk; he glided. He radiated power. The air

Chapter 450 Chapter 450: “Step aside,” I said. My voice was devoid of emotion. Liam blinked. For a second, the glaze over his eyes cleared. He looked at the dark circles under my eyes. “You look tired,” he said. It wasn’t an insult. It was a statement of fact, delivered

Chapter 449 Chapter 449: I pushed through them, my face a mask of stone. Inside the precinct, the air smelled of stale coffee and misery. I saw Gabriel handcuffed to a bench. He looked beaten, small. He was crying. Rage flared in my chest. Pure, white-hot rage. I walked up

Chapter 448 Chapter 448: My phone buzzed with an encrypted message from Felix. I tapped it open. ATTACHMENT: SURVEILLANCE LOG – KENSINGTON OFFICE. I watched the video clip on my small screen. It was grainy, shot from a long-range lens aimed through the glass walls of the Kensington building. In

Chapter 447 Chapter 447: “Speed is a weapon,” Silas lectured, wagging a finger at me. “We declare ownership before the ink dries. We show the world that the Kensington loss is the Thorne gain. It humiliates them. It destroys their stock confidence p> Alistair leaned down, his lips brushing my

Chapter 446 Chapter 446: Silas Thorne sat in a high-backed velvet chair by the fire. He was an old man, his skin like crumpled parchment, but his eyes were sharp, clear, and black as coal. He held a heavy ebony cane in one hand, tapping it rhythmically against the floor.