Chapter 319 Elia rolled backward, grabbing a heavy wooden block and holding it up, ready to strike. “Touch me,” Elia warned, “and I will scream so loud the windows break. And this time, I won’t lie.” Jakobe stopped. He saw the ferocity in Elia’s small body. This wasn’t a victim.

Chapter 318 Hilliard leaned forward. “And in exchange?” “I want the exclusive representation rights for the Blue Ocean collection,” Cailin said. The table went silent. The Blue Ocean collection was the crown jewel of the Holloway art assets — worth hundreds of millions, requiring international travel, secure logistics, and access

Chapter 317 “Because my mother has legally adopted him,” Hilliard said. “It’s complicated. But listen to me, Cailin — Jakobe is a prop. He isn’t blood. He isn’t a Holloway. He means nothing to me compared to Elia.” He said it with the cold detachment of a king discussing a

Chapter 316 “Gavin,” he growled. “Get the forensic team to check the pool deck for skid marks. I want to know exactly where they were standing.” “Yes, sir.” Hilliard sank back into his chair and rubbed his temples. The headache was blinding. He thought about the jet waiting on the

Chapter 315 The study was dark, the heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Hilliard sat behind his desk, having thrown on a dry shirt but not bothering with a tie. Water still dripped from the ends of his hair onto the crisp collar, but he didn’t care. On the

Chapter 314 He swam with powerful, angry strokes, cutting the distance in seconds. He grabbed Elia by the back of her swimsuit and hauled her up, breaking the surface, then hooked his other arm around Jakobe, who was now flailing and crying hysterically. He dragged them both to the shallow

Chapter 313 “We did,” Gavin said. “It’s coming from a proxy in Europe. The signature is identical to the one that hit the Times Square screens.” Hilliard stared at the screen. He looked at Elia, then at Cailin — not surprised, but determined. “Aron,” Hilliard said, the name rolling off

Chapter 311 “You made good time,” he said. “The garbage truck was a nice touch.” “Where is she?” Cailin demanded. “Upstairs. Sleeping. The nurse is with her.” Cailin moved toward the stairs. Two massive bodyguards stepped into her path. “Ah,” Hilliard said. “Not so fast.” He set his glass down.

Chapter 310 They reached the private hospital in ten minutes. Cailin didn’t wait for him to park. She jumped out and ran into the lobby, ignoring the receptionist and heading straight for the elevators. Fourth floor. Pediatric ICU. She burst through the double doors. “Elia!” Cailin ran to Room 402

Chapter 309 Cailin closed her eyes. Think. What does Hilliard care about most? Not his company. Not his name. Something he thinks is his alone. The coordinates. The tiny, uninhabited island in the Aegean where he had first told her he loved her — a place no one else knew

Chapter 308 He took a sip of the amber liquid. “So,” he said. “We are back to square one.” “There is no square one,” Cailin said. “I want to leave, Hilliard.” “Why?” Cailin shouted. “Why are you doing this? You don’t love me! You just want to win!” “Maybe,” Hilliard

Chapter 307 The video played on the large screen Hilliard had ordered brought in. They watched Charla creep down the hall. They watched her enter the study. They watched her tamper with the printer. When it ended, the silence was absolute. “Well?” Hilliard looked at Gregg. Gregg turned to his

Chapter 306 A black sports car was parked diagonally across both lanes of traffic. Hilliard’s car. Behind it, two SUVs sealed off any retreat. His men, dressed in dark suits that screamed private security, swarmed the vehicle and directed traffic with an air of cold authority. “What is going on?”

Chapter 305 Grainy black-and-white footage. The timestamp read 02:14 AM. The hallway was empty. Then a door opened down the hall, and a figure stepped out — wearing a silk nightgown, blonde hair loose, pausing to look around and check for witnesses. Charla. Cailin felt a cold knot form in

Chapter 304 He looked at the paper one last time. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he ripped it in half. The sound of tearing paper was loud in the quiet car. He pressed the halves together and tore again. And again. And again — his movements jerky, savage —

Chapter 303 Hilliard didn’t look up at the helicopter descending like a dark angel. He looked at the document in his other hand. The paper was crinkled, stained with the grime of the street, but the number was still visible. $1,000. Cailin saw the vein in his temple throb —

Chapter 302 A swarm of reporters, officially invited by Hilliard’s PR team, waited behind the barricades. Hilliard had wanted to control the narrative — to publicly demonstrate his generosity by handing over half his empire, proving to the world, and to Cailin, that he wasn’t the monster she believed him

Chapter 301 Hilliard assumed she meant to take the billions and rub it in his face. “Just make sure you can carry it all,” he sneered. “Oh, don’t worry.” Cailin smiled — a sharp, dangerous smile. “It’s light. Very light.” The elevator dinged. Cailin stepped in and turned around. Hilliard

Chapter 300 “I facilitated a transfer!” Jeraldine argued. “For the good of the family! Your daughter is weak. She might not survive the year. We need insurance!” Hilliard’s hand shot out and seized the heavy silver candelabra from the table. With a roar of pure rage, he swept it across

Chapter 299 Amerigo Holloway sat behind his massive desk, perfectly healthy, examining a financial report. He looked up, his eyes sharp as flint. “Cailin. Have you come to beg for a larger settlement?” Amerigo sneered. “I came to look you in the eye before I leave,” Cailin said, standing tall.