To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 106

Yves Caldwell stepped up beside him, bowing his head.

Brian's voice was low and icy. "Lock down the story. No one leaves until they've signed an NDA."

Yves nodded, immediately dispatching people to take control of the situation.

As soon as Brian stepped out of the ballroom, he slammed his fist into the wooden door, rage swirling behind his eyes.

Yves hurried after him. "Mr. Vincent, there's a call from the manor. They insist you come home right away."

Meanwhile, Elara was already outside, sliding into her Lumina LX7 parked by the curb.

It was her own car.

"Seatbelts, ladies. We're out of here."

Summer floored the gas, and they shot away from the hotel like a bullet from a gun.

"Oh my God! That was so satisfying!" Summer whooped, pounding the steering wheel, nearly shrieking in delight.

"The look on Brian's face—honestly, I've never seen him look better. Priceless! And Lina, she looked like she'd just seen a ghost."

"The Vincents have embarrassed themselves in front of half the city. That jerk is definitely going to sign those divorce papers now. You're free, girl! Tonight, we celebrate. I'm calling up every male model I know. We're not leaving till we can't walk straight!"

Elara caught Summer's hand before she could dial, arching an eyebrow. "Let's not pop the champagne just yet."

Summer paused, then nodded like she'd just remembered something. "Right, right. If you sleep with a model before the divorce is final, it's cheating. After you sign, it's called living your best life."

Elara just sighed.

The apartment Summer had found for her was in the heart of the city—a one-bedroom, cozy but with everything she needed.

"Who's the landlord?" Elara asked.

"Don't worry about it."

Summer avoided her gaze.

John Prescott, unable to watch any longer, pleaded with the old matriarch. "Ten lashes already. He knows he was wrong."

Felice scoffed. "If he truly understood, he wouldn't be hung up on that woman, dragging the Vincent name through the mud."

"But the mistress bears some responsibility for tonight, too," John said softly.

Felice closed her eyes, her voice somber. "When Elara fell into Nanette's hands and didn't ask me for help, I knew she was cutting ties with this family for good. But who drove her to that point—afraid to trust her husband, afraid to turn to her in-laws? That's the fool kneeling right there. How is this her fault?"

Brian, still kneeling before the ancestral altar, let out a cold laugh. "So, what—you want me to beg her to come back?"

"The whole city's buzzing about your little scandal," Felice snapped. "You and this family's reputation are in ruins. Do you really think she can just come back now?"

Grandmother and grandson, locked in a battle of wits—neither giving ground, both knowing the other far too well.

Brian's eyes darkened. "So what would you have me do, then?"

The old woman's lips curled into a chilling smile. "Either make her want to come back and turn this whole scandal into a lovers' quarrel, or make sure she never speaks again… Which will it be?"