Chapter 886:
Paola had believed that the Perrys had concealed Mylo’s supposed death, a notion that secretly pleased her because it spared her considerable trouble. Now, she finally understood how gravely she had misjudged everything.
There was no destined millionaire waiting for her, no miraculous redemption, and none of the glittering dreams she had once clung to.
From the very beginning, the entire scheme had been meticulously designed to ensnare her.
And she, blind and foolish, had rushed into it with pride, imagining herself victorious while everyone else watched her make a spectacle of herself.
Regret consumed her, a violent storm of shame and fury tearing through her chest until she could barely breathe.
Without Evan, without the wealthy elite she had idolized, her ambitions crumbled into dust. Now fate mocked her cruelly, forcing her toward marriage with Gregg, a wrinkled man mottled with liver spots, the very image of decay.
Her knees nearly buckled as her body trembled, struggling to remain upright, her gaze locked on Mylo’s composed, unnervingly calm face.
Hearing the commotion, Savory Haven’s security team hurried over. One of the men addressed Mylo with clear deference.
“Mr. Perry, shall we take care of the situation for you?”
The title struck Paola like a physical blow. She stared in stunned disbelief as the staff bowed to him, her mind spinning.
Noticing her shock, Mylo replied evenly,
“Thanks to—”
“…you, I was forced to grow up faster than I ever planned. My parents have now entrusted Savory Haven to me.”
The words struck her harder than any slap. She had believed Mylo’s life was in ruins, yet now he stood before her restored as the rightful heir, a man fully in control. Regret crashed over her, fierce and suffocating.
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“I… I didn’t know, Mylo, I swear I didn’t!” Her vision blurred with tears, her voice breaking between desperate breaths. “If I had known it was a test, I never would have chosen anyone else. I love you. I was only afraid, that’s all!”
She stumbled toward him, reaching out with trembling hands, as if he were her final chance to reclaim the life she had lost.
Mylo crossed his arms and stepped back, his expression hardening into cold disdain.
“Now I finally see you for who you truly are. All those years I thought I loved you—I was a fool, completely blind.”
Paola collapsed where she stood, her voice cracking beneath the crushing weight of regret.
“It’s my fault. All of it. I let greed control me. I let myself be deceived by empty promises. Mylo, please… I’m begging you. Give me one more chance. We can start over, I swear…”
“Paola!” A sharp voice cut through her frantic cries. Laurel strode forward and seized Paola’s arm with such force that her nails dug into her skin.
Her face was set in anger, though beneath it lay the sting of failure and bitter disappointment. She could see it clearly—Mylo’s eyes were cold, filled with scorn and ridicule.
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