Chapter13 The Sloane and Vale families had wealth and prestige to rival royalty. Their private physicians numbered in the dozens. But even they had never thought to build a hospital inside their homes. The Whitmores had. A physician examined Jewel Whitmore's wounds with a deep frown, then rattled off prescriptions, detailed regimens, and instructions for every aspect of her recovery. The butler was summoned to oversee her meals and routines. A housemaid responsible for her daily broths received a thick stack of carefully prepared formulas, restorative bone broths designed to rebuild her blood count and her strength. And because Jewel's body was still dangerously anemic, bags of O-negative blood were flown in immediately for transfusion. Jewel felt her throat tighten. "Evelyn... isn't this a little too much?" Evelyn Whitmore's eyes softened, but her voice carried iron. "My darling girl, not at all. If I could compress twenty years of love and shower it all on you now, it still wouldn't be enough." Before Jewel could reply, the thunder of rotors shook the sky. Hunter Whitmore descended from the family helicopter with his usual flourish. In his hands was a slim red booklet. Jewel's heart lurched when she saw it. Her fingers trembled as she opened the embossed cover. Her divorce certificate. The steel-stamped seal shimmered under her touch, each ridge and groove a final mark of freedom. She had severed the last tie to Weston Vale and Grayson Sloane. Tears stung her eyes. "Thank you, Grayson." Hunter smiled at the sister who so strongly resembled him. He had thought of everything, even the loose thread in her heart she hadn't dared admit aloud. And then, like a magician, he drew out something else. a new ID card, a family registry book. Her name was freshly inscribed, Jewel Whitmore. The Whitmores' precious jewel. "This," Hunter said warmly, "is my gift to you. Your welcome into the family. I hope you like it." Jewel's tears spilled over as she held the book against her chest. She knew then. the darkest years of her life were behind her. A new dawn had begun. From that day forward, Jewel stepped fully into the life of the world's true elite. Chapter13 Her wardrobe, from silk pajamas to evening gowns, was crafted by the most sought-after designers, each piece custom-made. Her jewelry, even the smallest trinket, could have been traded for a private island anywhere in the world. Evelyn and Hunter, indulgent to the extreme, even introduced her to men of every background and nationality. "Men," Hunter teased, "are just... experiences. Only after tasting the best can you recognize the worst." Jewel had to laugh through her tears as she politely declined. It wasn't that she still loved Weston. Far from it. But after her marriage, she had lost every illusion about men. Now she understood. only herself, her work, her talent, her independence, could be relied upon. With the Whitmore fortune as her foundation, Jewel devoted herself to jewelry design. She spent nights in the Whitmore Group studios with top designers, working until dawn. Sometimes she would wake from a dream, seized by a new inspiration, and rush to sketch it before it slipped away. Evelyn worried over her health, but watching Jewel claw her way out of grief and into passion soothed her heart. Hunter too watched his sister change. Her cheeks grew fuller, her smile brighter. Even after all she had endured, the light inside her remained. And because she still carried light, he decided, the shadows would be his to bear. Chapter13 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!