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Chapter 118

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Yolanda wandered casually through the luxury mall, browsing without a goal until her eyes landed on a pair of

silver-blue stud earrings. They were perfect for lan-just the right mix of cool elegance and understated edge. lan

always looked reserved and a bit frosty, but he had those eyes that, when he played the innocent, could melt

anyone's heart or switch on the sad puppy look in an instant. These earrings matched him to a tee.

They cost over a hundred grand, but Yolanda didn’t bat an eye. It was Charles's money, after all.

Next, she treated herself to a pair of emerald stud earrings, a little over eighty grand. The emeralds were

flawless, surrounded by a halo of diamonds that sparkled like stars. They screamed luxury.

She put them on right then and there, snapped a close-up of her ear, and posted it on Twitter with a caption:

[Spending someone else's money? No regrets.]

Vivian had just gotten chewed out by Charles, and now, seeing Yolanda showing off like she owned the place, it

was more than she could take. The whole thing felt like a taunt, and her irritation hit its peak.

She stormed across the mall floor, barely giving Yolanda tto react, and slapped her hard across the face.

Yolanda’s hand flew to her cheek, her lips tightening into a thin line as she held back any words.

Vivian sneered, her eyes burning red with jealousy as she stared at Yolanda’s new earrings. “Who the hell do you

think you are? Showing off on Twitter just to get under my skin? Trying to rub it in, huh? You don’t even deserve

to wear something like that!”

Before Yolanda could move, Vivian reached out and yanked one of the earrings straight out. Blood welled from

Yolanda’s earlobe, running down her neck—it was enough to make anyone flinch.

Yolanda’s face turned ghostly pale as she felt all eyes on her. She ducked her head, her eyes rimmed red with

unshed tears, and, keeping her gaze down, hurried to her car.

Once inside the car, she didn’t try to stop the bleeding. She just sat there, staring blankly into space, letting the

silence and numbness wash over her.

Vivian, clutching the bloodstained earring in her hand, finally felt her anger and jealousy subside a little.

When Yolanda got home, Charles was already there. These days, he'd been coming back hright around six,

punctual as always.

She silently changed her shoes by the door, not making a sound.

Charles had seen her Twitter posts and knew she’d been in a pretty good mood today. The corners of his mouth

quirked up. “Chere, let your husband check out what you bought.”

Yolanda stiffened, standing frozen in the entryway. She kept her head down and made to head upstairs.

Charles's brow furrowed, wondering if she was throwing a fit again.

“Yolanda,” he called out.

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He'd been bending over backwards to keep her happy these days-she really ought to appreciate it by now.

Yolanda didn’t even bother to answer, just headed straight upstairs without a word.

The smile vanished from Charles's face, replaced by a colder, darker look. He was done playing nice.

Just then, Sophie called. His bad mood hadn't faded, so he just went over to see her.

After he was done with Sophie, irritation was all over his face. He stepped out onto the hotel balcony and stared

at the city lights.

Sophie had been extra obedient lately, barely daring to act cute or say much. Whenever she was with him, she

was super cautious, afraid she'd set him off.

Now, seeing him stand there in silence, she wondered if she'd screwed something up.

“Charles, are you upset?” she asked softly, hesitation in her voice.

Charles leaned against the balcony railing, the night breeze tossing his hair around. His lips were a touch red,

and those long, elegant fingers kept casually turning a lighter, but he didn’t say a word.

Sophie was jittery, heart pounding-part of her was addicted to his wild, seductive side, the other half just

anxious about how unpredictable he seemed tonight.

Charles looked down, flicked his lighter, lighting a cigarette. “Afraid of me?” he asked, voice low.

Sophie's eyes instantly brimmed with tears. God knew how hard she'd been trying not to step out of line lately,

always careful, worried she'd do something wrong.

She sniffled. “You being upset... it's honestly scary,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a low chuckle, his hair getting even messier in the wind. “Is that so? Maybe | haven't spoiled you

enough yet.”

Charles was always generous with women, but his affection was a switch-he could flip it off without a second

thought.

He could lift you to the skies one moment, then throw you to the ground the next.

Being loved by Charles was never real-it was all just smoke and mirrors.

Sophie nervously fidgeted with her shirt, guessing Charles was probably annoyed with that nagging wife of his

again. She tried to win him over, voice extra sweet: “Is it that woman at hstirring up trouble for you?

Charles, you shouldn't have to put up with this.”

Charles held his cigarette between his fingers, letting out a low chuckle. “Anything else?”

Sophie tried desperately to think of something more to soothe him, but she just couldn't get a read on his mood

tonight.

Being with Charles was like serving an unpredictable king-you never knew when he'd grace you with favor

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or turn icy in an instant.

She swallowed nervously, about to say something more, when his phone suddenly rang.

Charles picked up. It was Jack.

“CEO, Mrs. Sinclair is trending on Twitter,” Jack said.

Charles frowned, thinking he must've misheard.

Yolanda trending?

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He hung up and opened Twitter. The video was grainy, but there was no mistaking it—it was Yolanda.

The other person caught in the video was Vivian. Right now, the clip was buried at the bottom of the trending

page, but if it gained traction, it could quickly end up front and center-for everyone in their social circle to

see.

Vivian's slap, and the way she ripped Yolanda’s earring out, were clear as day in the footage.

Yolanda was covering her face, her expression hidden, but her palm was unmistakably streaked with blood.

Charles rarely lost his temper, but his eyes now were icy cold, a chill glint flashing through the darkness.

He headed straight back to his room, grabbed his coat, and left. On the way out, he called Jack back. “Get that

trending post off Twitter,” he ordered.

No way he'd let the whole world laugh at Yolanda.

Charles rushed back to Moonbay Estate. He walked into the master bedroom, but it was empty.

Without missing a beat, he turned and headed to the room at the end of the hallway. The lights were off, and

Yolanda was already asleep.

Charles walked over to the bed and noticed five obvious red handprints bright on her cheek.

The blood on her ear had dried, but it still looked pretty gruesome.

He hauled her upright, voice edged with fury. “You let someone bully you this bad and chwithout a

word? Don’t you know how to stand up for yourself? You just stay quiet and let it happen? Yolanda, are you

fucking mute?”

Yolanda’s eyes fluttered open, still dazed. She pressed her lips together, turning her face away from him.

She blinked, her long lashes trembling, while tears glistened and threatened to fall.

Her beauty had always been striking, but usually, she was stoic to the point of numbness. Now, with her eyes red

from crying and her lip bitten back against tears, she looked every inch the siren-irresistible and heartbreakingly

beautiful.

Charles wasn’t even sure why he was so pissed. He gripped her shoulders, sighed deep and heavy, then barked

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at the housekeeper to fetch santiseptic.

Her ear was throbbing, and just his slightest touch made her shrink away fast, as if she might fold in on herself

at any moment.

The Grant Family definitely made the right call adopting Yolanda-when she cried, even the toughest heart would

go soft.

Charles cleaned up her ear, then had someone bring over a hard-boiled egg to gently roll across her cheek to

help with the swelling.

“What's the matter, Yolanda? You forget how to talk? Or did a cat really steal your tongue?” he snapped.

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