Maya’s sense of superiority, carefully cultivated by her privileged upbringing, had always been her armor. It allowed her to justify her actions, dismiss Ethan’s feelings, and even demand his apologies without a shred of guilt. She carried herself with the pride of someone who had always been told she was exceptional, someone who believed she was a cut above the rest.Having grown up in an affluent family, Maya attended prestigious schools designed for the elite. She had been exposed to the finer things in life, from learning the piano and violin to mastering the art of dance. To her, these accomplishments symbolized culture, refinement, and superiority. They became the foundation of her belief that she was more sophisticated and better brought up than Ethan.Even though she had a genuine affection for Ethan, Maya could never shake the feeling that he was from a different world. In her mind, his world was one of mediocrity, far removed from the grace and opulence she had always kno

Giovanni hurried toward the hotel entrance, his brow furrowing as he noticed Ferragamo, Salvatore, and several subordinates standing motionless outside. Their presence seemed out of place."Mr. Ferragamo, Salvatore," Giovanni called out, his voice laced with concern. "Why are you standing out here? Shouldn’t you be inside by now? Is something wrong?"Ferragamo turned slightly, his face calm but focused. "Nothing is wrong," he said evenly. "I’m waiting for someone.""Waiting?" Giovanni echoed, his curiosity piqued. He glanced between them, confused. "You’re waiting for someone out here? You? That’s not like you at all. Who could possibly be important enough to make you wait?"Ferragamo’s gaze remained steady, fixed on the road ahead. "You’ll see soon enough," he replied cryptically.Before Giovanni could press further, the smooth purr of a powerful engine filled the air. A sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom emerged from the distance, gliding gracefully to a stop in front of the hotel. Its polis

Outside the HotelA male guest exited the grand hotel, a smug smile lighting up his face. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he landed on the name Nicholas Crane. Without hesitation, he dialed the number.The line clicked, and a cold, sharp voice answered, “Who is this, and what do you want?”The man chuckled, leaning casually against a lamppost. “Nick Crane! Long time no talk. I recall hearing that the Reynolds family out here in Los Angeles is related to you. Is that right?”Nicholas’s tone grew more impatient. “Yes, my mother is Maya Reynolds’s grandfather’s sister. Maya is my niece. What’s this about?”“Ah, so that’s the connection!” the man said, his voice thick with amusement. “Well, Nick, you missed one heck of a show today. Your niece got married, and it was a spectacle you wouldn’t believe.”Nicholas’s voice sharpened. “What happened?”The man relished the moment, his tone almost gloating. “Well, it turns out your niece’s ex-husband, Ethan Sinclair,

Ethan huffed dismissively and took a sip of his champagne, turning his gaze away to the left to avoid acknowledging her presence.'How does this shallow, materialistic woman have the audacity to sit in my car and share a drink with me?' he thought with disdain. 'She must be out of her mind.'Meanwhile, Maya, holding her now-empty glass, felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Ethan's deliberate indifference left her mortified.From her seat up front, Renee remained oblivious to the awkward tension simmering in the back. She had no idea what Maya was enduring at that moment.In under two minutes, the car smoothly came to a stop. The chauffeur promptly stepped out to open the door for Ethan. Without a word, Ethan exited the vehicle and gestured for both women to follow him into the villa.The moment they stepped inside, both Maya and Renee froze, their breaths caught by the sheer elegance surrounding them.Though both women came from affluent families and had experienced their fa

Renee, acting as Maya’s trusted “adviser,” had one primary strategy: relentless persistence. She firmly believed that persistence was the key to winning Ethan back.With her vast experience in relationships, Renee had a deep understanding of men. She knew that while many men appeared tough and unyielding, their resistance often crumbled when faced with a determined and remorseful woman—especially one as beautiful as Maya.Feigning surprise, Renee strolled back to the villa, her voice calm yet insistent. "Ethan, look at Maya. She’s on her knees again, begging for your forgiveness. You know as well as I do that she won’t give up."She gestured toward the sky. "I just checked the weather forecast. A heavy downpour is on the way. What will you do if it starts raining and she still refuses to get up?"Her tone softened, appealing to Ethan’s compassion. "For three years, you cared for her so well. She’s never fallen ill under your watch. Do you really want her to catch a cold out there in