Chapter 7
Blueprint of My Ruin, Architect of My Revenge
The silence inside Victor’s penthouse was a stark contrast to the chaotic roar of the paparazzi they had just left behind.
High above the glittering grid of Manhattan, the billionaire’s residence was a sprawling testament to modern minimalism. Polished concrete floors, floor-to-ceiling glass windo
Chapter 8
The scent of antiseptic and stale coffee always made Clara’s stomach churn.
She stood in the hospital cafeteria the next morning, clutching a flimsy paper cup of decaf. Upstairs, her father was resting comfortably in the VIP cardiac recovery wing. Victor’s money had instantly upgraded her father’s
Chapter 9
The text message arrived at 11:42 PM.
Clara was sitting cross-legged on the plush, oversized sofa in Victor’s penthouse, a tablet balanced on her knees as she reviewed the *real* blueprints for the Oasis project. The penthouse was quiet, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the floor-to-