Hearing Anastasia’s words, Juliet shot up from her seat. There was no way she was going to stand by while Anastasia disrespected her man. If Anastasia wanted to play dirty, she was ready to take it a step further.“Oh, so you think your family’s all pure and perfect? Why don’t you tell everyone how Grandma and Grandpa built the Stewart Empire? They didn’t do it by hard work; they did it by stealing—siphoning funds, to be exact!” Juliet’s voice was sharp, echoing through the room as the bombshell hit.Everyone froze, their shock evident. Emmanuella’s eyes widened, and even Anastasia, who was rarely caught off guard, stood still as if she had been slapped in the face. Her heart raced as she processed what she had just heard. Her entire life, she had believed in the integrity of the Stewart family. Her grandparents, especially, were always seen as hardworking, respected figures. The idea that they stole money?“Liar!” Anastasia’s voice cracked with anger, her fists clenched. “You’ll say

While Juliet and Michael were wrapped up in each other, exchanging kisses, Anastasia knew it was time for her to leave with Alex. Her heart felt heavy, weighed down by everything that had happened.But before she could go, she leaned in close to Emmanuella, whispering something into her ear. Emmanuella responded just as softly, sharing a moment that no one else could overhear. As curious as everyone might have been, no one knew what they said.Since Alex and Anastasia had driven Emmanuella to the gathering, she wasn’t ready to leave yet. Her boyfriend had arrived, and he would be the one taking her home.Now, it was just Alex and Anastasia in the car, and the silence between them felt thick with unspoken thoughts. Anastasia’s pulse quickened as she struggled to find the right words. Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke.“Alex, why did you agree to that bet?” Her voice trembled, betraying the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. “It was a trap—to break us up—and you walk

Meanwhile, after Alex drove Anastasia home before she went to her family meeting, he returned to his own apartment.Since the moment he put on the ring, his life had changed. He rented a new, decent apartment for himself, but he was still keeping a low profile.Just as Alex was about to enter his apartment, Michael lifted his binoculars from his car, zooming in from the distance he had parked, to see where Alex was living.Certainly, Alex had stood up to him at the recent get-together, and Michael was not ready to let him go scot-free without teaching him a lesson.Back in his country, no one dared speak to him that way. But here, someone had, and he intended to make Alex a scapegoat.Now knowing where Alex lived, Michael reversed his car and went on with his day, returning to his girlfriend’s arms as if he hadn’t done anything.***Later that night, Michael dialed some numbers and spoke in Italian, “Andiamo da quel figlio di puttana adesso” (Let’s go to that son of a b*tch now).“Si,

Hearing Nancy’s question, Alex simply smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward in silent amusement. There was no need to explain himself to the Stewarts. They had formed their opinions about him long ago, and nothing he could say now would change that. Besides, it didn’t matter to him. What they thought, their judgmental whispers, their scrutinizing eyes—all of it rolled off him like rain off a slicked surface.Instead, he turned his attention to Anastasia, his expression softening when their eyes met. A quiet resolve settled over him. With a subtle nod, he signaled it was time to go.Without a word, they rose from the dinner table, leaving behind the clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of disbelief that followed them. The stares, heavy and piercing, didn’t faze Alex in the slightest. To him, the world outside those walls held far more weight than the suffocating judgment within them.Nancy’s mouth fell open in sheer disbelief. She blinked rapidly, trying to process what had ju

Throughout the evening and into the night, Alex searched for Anastasia everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. He checked her apartment, his heart racing with each passing moment, then craned his neck to glimpse the Stewart family villa from a distance. He even waited down the street, hoping to catch sight of her if she happened to drive by. But despite his efforts, everything proved futile.In the same vein, he dialed her phone time and time again. “This number you are trying to call is busy. Please try again later,” was all he heard in response, each message piercing through his anxiety like a knife.Defeated, Alex decided to head home and go to bed, resolved to continue the search for her in the morning.The next morning, Alex jolted awake suddenly, panting heavily as if he had just finished a grueling relay race. He was drenched in sweat from head to toe, a sense of terror gripping him as if he had just seen a monster in his dreams.“It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,” he