Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Helena’s gaze lingered on Julian’s face. Tall, broad–shouldered, devastatingly handsome–he had a presence that dominated the room. Even if he were in the entertainment industry, a world filled with countless heartthrobs, he would still reign at the
very top.
And beyond his looks, there was the unfathomable wealth, the elite status, the untouchable influence that only a handful could ever dream of reaching, and connections to the highest circles.
Helena stared at him in a daze, her heart aching with longing. She thought, her chest tightening with desperation, ‘If only he were mine. If that wretched Rosalie were dead, would I be able to take her place and marry Julian then?‘
The intensity of Helena’s gaze burned hotter and hotter as she stared at Julian.
At that very moment, Julian’s eyes lifted and met hers. A sharp jolt of panic shot through Helena, nearly making her forget to mask her expression. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and she quickly forced herself to recover.
Within seconds, she rearranged her face into one of delicate vulnerability, her voice soft and hesitant as she murmured, “Julian.”
Her entire demeanor was so fragile that it seemed as if the slightest breeze could send her crumbling to pieces.
Julian, however, didn’t even spare her a response. His attention shifted to Edward, who was still fuming with rage. A slow, knowing smile curved Julian’s lips. “Didn’t take you for such a strict father,” Julian said with amusement.
Edward barely had time to process the remark before Julian continued, “All Rosalie did was speak the truth, and that was enough to set you off like this?”
Rosalie nearly choked on her coffee. A violent coughing fit overtook her. The coffee she had just taken a sip of nearly sprayed out, and the words had caught her so off guard that the liquid almost went down the wrong pipe, burning her throat in the process.
