The Sister War

and warmth spread across her face. She glanced up at him, noting

ay of intimacy was merely for show, intended to deceive Old Master Black into

em. Old Master Black's demeanor was kind, yet Feigh fe

nd even peeled prawns for her, offering a rare, gentle smile.

ike a fleeting dream. Fei

The warmth of his touch made her heart flutter, and she wished s

tly yanked his hand aw

got into the car with a smile, before driving off, leaving Feigh alone on the deserted stre

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bout Jace's affection for Casie, she scoured the intern

n if she chose to abort the child, her own survival was not guaranteed. Faced w

ving the results, she felt despair. Tears streamed down her face as she t

r. The video attached revealed the incident from the previous night,

esitation, she called a cab to head to Jace's office. She

tor, she overheard gossip about her and saw that the previous night's incident was trending on Twitter

es whispered about the latest scandal she was entangled in. As she stepped into his office, she found him just finishing a meeting, his expression as frosty as the winter winds that seemed to have settled permanently in his demeanor. The coldness in hi

urgency she felt. "See who the real thief is." She watched intently as Jace's eyes flicked to the screen, scanning the contents of the video. The seconds felt like hours as she waited for some sign of recognition, some glimmer of understanding

ally matter where I got it?" she replied, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Isn't the truth more important?" She had hoped that by showing him the undeniable evidence, h

though erasing the truth was as simple as pressing a button. Before Feigh could react, he had already navigated to her phone's album and deleted the video from there as well, his actions as smooth as th

would you do that?" she cried, her voice breaking as she realized the deleted items folder was now empty, leaving her with nothing. The video-her only chance to clear her name-was gone. "Do you know how muc

her innocence was irrelevant, a mere inconvenience in his otherwise orderly world. "As long as Casie is content, that's all that matters." The words were like a slap to the face, each one stinging with the realization that he

"Jace, would you still be indifferent if I were cyberbullied to the point of despair?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. The tears she had been holding back threatened to spill over,

remained fixed on his desk, his expression unchanging as

ntire being. Feigh clenched her fists, the image of Jace's indifferent face blurred

e years of misguided devotion to him felt like a cruel joke. As she left the buildi

up through her rain-soaked vision and saw a man eme

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ealth. It was an apartment-well-appointed, modern, yet strangely alien to her. Every detail, from the minimalist decor to the soft lighting, suggested a space crafted with care, yet it lacked any personal touch that would give her a clue as to where she was.

belonged to a life she had long since left behind. After a moment of confusion, recognition dawned on

voice carrying a gentle note of nostalgia. The years had been kind to him, she noticed. He had grown into his looks, his once-boyish charm now replaced by a more mature, confident demeanor. The last time s

The years had created a distance between them that was now slowly being bridged. Howard moved closer, holding out a glass of warm water, his concern evident in the

pang of guilt for being the cause of his worry, for intruding into his life after so many years. "I'm sorry for causing you so much troubl

to wrap around her like a blanket. His kindness was like a balm, soothing the raw edges of her soul, yet it couldn't completely erase the sting of Jace's cruel words that

ve, with dishes that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Feigh couldn't help but appreciate the gesture, knowing it was Howard's way of showing he cared. The two of them sat down to eat, the conversation flowing easily despite the years t

rotherly affection he had always shown her. As they pulled up to the villa, the moonlight cast a soft glow over the car, making the moment feel almost surreal. Before she could open the door, Ho

fear that gripped her every time she thought of the future. But instead, she forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Yes, he knows. My husband is aware of the pregnancy," she replied, her voice carefully controlled, tho

miled. "I'll be wai

smiling and waving as H

grabbed her arm. She stumbled and found herself presse

re worse tha