Chapter 85

• The house stood at the conclusion of a calm setting, an expansive sprawling chateau covered up behind manicured supports and wrought-iron doors. To an untouchable, the home was the picture of riches, style, and success. Haven, the wealth businessman, had built it brick by brick, his realm amplifying distant past the doors. But inside, the walls whispered stories of betrayal, torment, and privileged insights.
• Alexis sat at the edge of their king-sized bed, her fingers wrapped around the edge of a glass of wine. Her eyes, cold and calculating, were settled on a surrounded photo on the inverse wall, a photo from the early days, when she and Haven were cheerful, when love wasn’t corrupted with lies. But that was a long time back.
• Now, Haven had tore her world separated. Her lips twisted into a little, biting grin as she considered what she’d caught final month. Haven’s whispered talk with his business partner, a discussion that caught her most exceedingly with bad fears.