Early in the morning, Amora was already awake and getting ready for work. After dressing in her work attire, she headed to the dining room for breakfast, but she immediately noticed that something felt different about the house.Zuri, who was usually loud and talkative, was unusually silent. At first, Amora didn’t think much of it and ignored it. But when their eyes met, Zuri shot her a glare and huffed in irritation.“Mom, please don’t create any more problems,” Amora broke the silence. “We’ve been through enough hardships already. Let’s not add more to it.”“What did I even do?” Zuri responded sharply, her voice rising.“I don’t want you getting involved with Xavier anymore. That man is manipulative and dangerous,” Amora finally admitted her dislike for Xavier.Hearing Amora insult Xavier—the very man Zuri considered her greatest ally—made Zuri bristle with anger. She turned to her daughter, her gaze sharp and unforgiving.“Who are you calling manipulative? Do you even realize who’s

Xavier was shocked to see that the one who had just broken down the hotel room door was Blake."How is he here?"Xavier frowned. He had stationed several guards at the door. If Blake had managed to break in, that meant his men had already been taken down.Amora was just as stunned. She felt incredibly weak, overwhelmed by a deep sense of shame, unable to do anything."Blake." Her voice was soft and frail. All her strength had been drained.Blake's eyes widened at the sight of Amora. Her face was covered in bruises, a trickle of blood staining the corner of her lips. But what shocked him even more was the sight of Amora, barely clothed, trapped beneath Xavier."Amora." Blake’s voice was barely audible, almost like a strangled whisper. His jaw clenched tightly.Blake felt something clench in his chest—tight, painful, suffocating. His gaze snapped toward Xavier."You bastard. How dare you touch her?"Xavier stood up, lifting his chin in defiance.The bastard stood beside the bed, halted

"Oh my God, what are you doing?"Zuri was shocked when her door was suddenly kicked open by several unknown individuals dressed in black. They barged into her house, leaving her utterly stunned."Who are you?" Zuri scanned each of their faces, but none of them were familiar.She suspected they might be Xavier’s men, but why would they come here? She wondered to herself until her gaze landed on two individuals who had just stepped inside."So, this is the house of the woman named Amora?" Merry removed her sunglasses and stared at Zuri with sharp, piercing eyes.Zuri frowned in confusion. "Who are you two? And why are you barging into my house so rudely?""There’s no need for so many questions." Bertrand glanced around the room. "Tell us, where is the man named Blake?"Zuri had no idea what they were talking about. "Blake? So, you two came here looking for that damn man?"She figured her son-in-law must have gotten himself into trouble again, causing people to come searching for him. Sh

"Who are you?" Amora frowned as she looked at Merry and Betrand. She had never seen them before.Merry smirked and lifted her chin arrogantly. "Oh, so this is the woman who seduced my son.""What?" Amora furrowed her brows. "Who are you talking about?""They're Xavier's parents," Zuri's voice was weak and hoarse, as if she had been crying.Amora sharpened her gaze, glaring at them with hatred. Now she knew exactly where Xavier got his arrogance from."I never seduced him," Amora emphasized her words with a piercing stare. "He was the one who acted shamelessly, trying to violate me."Betrand let out a small laugh. "Do you really think my son is so low that he would want to sleep with a cheap whore like you?"Hearing that, Amora was stunned. Her anger toward Xavier, which had not yet subsided, now burned even stronger as she faced the parents of the bastard who had almost ruined her life."Because of you, my son is now lying weak in the hospital with a broken arm!" Merry pointed her fin

Betrand stood frozen in place. The confidence that once radiated from his face had vanished, replaced by a ghostly pallor. His eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to the news from his assistant over the phone.“The investors have pulled out of all partnerships after learning about the company's stock decline, sir,” his assistant's panicked voice echoed through the receiver.Betrand gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. Cold sweat trickled down his temple, his jaw clenched, and his throat tightened. He was in complete shock.“We tried to convince them to stay, but they’ve already given up,” the assistant continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “Even the banks are starting to reject our loan applications. If we don’t act fast, the company will go bankrupt!”Hearing those words, Betrand staggered backward, his head spinning. This couldn't be happening. His company had always been stable, its power in the business world unshakable. But now? Everything was crum