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The front door of the Jackson residence opened with a soft chime. The sound of leather shoes echoed across the cold marble floor in the silence. Hunter Jackson stepped inside with a resolute expression. In his hand, he carried a brown folder—inside it, the divorce papers that would change everything.He looked around. The house was eerily quiet. No sound from the TV, no soft classical music playing like usual. Only the ticking of the wall clock broke the silence.Hunter walked toward the living room. There, Serena Jackson sat on a white velvet sofa, gazing into a glass of red wine in her hand. Her hair was neatly tied, her silk nightgown elegant but wrinkled. Her face was calm, but the sharpness in her eyes betrayed that she already knew what was coming.Hunter approached and, without a word, placed the brown folder on the coffee table.“We need to talk.”Serena glanced at the folder, then raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”“Divorce papers,” Hunter replied flatly, his voice calm but fi

"Why isn’t he answering his phone?" Evalina muttered under her breath, her voice low but filled with anxiety. Her fingers kept redialing Hunter Jackson’s number on her phone. Once, twice, three times… five. But no answer. Only the robotic voice of the operator and the endless ringing that pierced her chest like a knife.That morning in the office, Evalina sat at her desk with a worried expression. Her brows were furrowed, eyes fixed on her screen. Normally, Hunter would answer right away—or at least send a brief reply. But today… nothing. Silence.“What’s wrong, Hunter? What’s happening to you?” she whispered.A few staff members glanced in her direction, but Evalina didn’t care. An uneasy feeling crept into her mind. Something was wrong. And she knew—when Hunter pulled away without a word, it meant something was definitely happening.She took a deep breath and stood up, walking briskly toward Hunter’s private office, hoping to find him there. But the room was empty. No sound. No pres

Serena stirred slowly beneath the blanket, her head still heavy and her throat dry. She hadn’t expected to return home after such a chaotic night. But what surprised her the most was the sight at the foot of the bed.Hunter Jackson stood there, holding a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge and a cup of warm tea. His hair was slightly tousled, and he wore casual home clothes, but his expression was calm—and oddly gentle.Serena blinked. “Am I still drunk or is this real?”Hunter set the tray down on the bedside table. “It’s real. Get up and eat. I know your head must be pounding after what you did last night.”Serena sat up slowly, adjusting the pillows behind her. She looked at the porridge and tea, then at Hunter, frowning.“Hunter Jackson, did you take the wrong pills this morning? Normally you wouldn’t even bother to look my way, let alone make me breakfast.”Hunter sat at the edge of the bed, staring at his wife. “I didn’t take the wrong pills. But you almost took the wrong path

That night, Serena Jackson stood before the vanity mirror in her spacious bedroom, which now felt increasingly empty.She stared at her own reflection—composed but confused. Her hair was still perfectly styled, her silk nightgown exquisite, and her face nearly flawless. But beneath all the glamour, her eyes were hollow. Tired. Tormented.Hunter Jackson, her husband—the man she once proudly called hers—no longer looked at her the way he used to. The warmth of their past love had turned into a cold shadow. Everything changed the moment Evalina Wilson entered their lives.Serena clutched the resignation letter she had written with her own hand. Though she didn’t work at Hunter’s company, it was a symbolic gesture—her way of resigning from his life. Her hand trembled as she reread the words:“I give up. I’m tired of fighting for a love that was never fully mine.”But her resolve began to crumble as she glanced at her bank account. The numbers were substantial, but Serena knew they were al

After the meeting ended in chaos and a harsh reprimand from Hunter Jackson, Evalina Wilson walked out of the boardroom feeling shattered. She couldn't shake off the cynical stares from the staff—and more than that, the disappointed look on Hunter's face. Even though she knew it wasn’t her fault, her heart still ached as if pierced by a blade.She slammed her office door shut. Her breathing was erratic, and her eyes burned with unshed tears. Her laptop lay on the desk, lifeless and empty, all her important files erased like dust in the wind.A few moments later, there was a knock on the door."Evalina," came Hunter Jackson’s deep voice from outside.Evalina didn’t respond. She didn’t even turn around. She simply sat with her arms crossed, staring blankly out the window.Hunter opened the door slowly and stepped inside with care, a small black velvet box in his hand. His eyes stayed on the woman whose back faced him."I know you’re angry," he said, walking closer. "And you have every ri

The office was buzzing with activity that morning.In the executive lounge, Serena sat with a stormy expression. She had just witnessed Hunter escort Evalina into his office with a warm smile. That preferential treatment made her blood boil.“Who does she think she is? Just a cheap mistress, and now she has the audacity to sit among the executives,” Serena hissed under her breath.Clutching her phone tightly, she made a call.“Do it now. Wipe all the files from Evalina’s laptop. I don’t care how you do it, just make sure it’s clean. She needs to be humiliated during the meeting.”“Yes, Ms. Serena. I gained access last night when her laptop was connected to the public network. Just one click and everything’s gone,” came the man’s reply on the other end.Serena ended the call with a smirk.“Let’s see how valuable she still is to Hunter after this.”---Meanwhile, Evalina was enjoying a calm moment in the office pantry. With a warm cup of coffee in hand and a neat stack of notes beside h

Ariana felt her breath catch when Axel stepped closer. His sudden presence reminded her of all the chaos she had gone through. The man was still as handsome as ever, but there was a hardness in his eyes, a hardness she had never forgotten. Axel was the man who had abandoned her during her most difficult times, and now he stood before her, his demeanor far from friendly.“Axel…” Ariana’s voice was weak, almost a whisper, but enough for Axel to hear.He looked at her with a vacant expression, as if he didn’t recognize the woman standing before him. “You dare come here?” His voice was flat, emotionless.Ariana swallowed hard. “I just want to meet Elio,” she said, trying to keep her composure, though her heart was breaking. “He’s my son. I have the right to see him.”Axel let out a sarcastic laugh, the sound like a knife to Ariana’s heart. “Right? You have no rights anymore, Ariana. I’m the one who’s raised him, I’m the one who’s taken care of him.” He stepped closer, his gaze full of war

That morning, the air in Seattle felt cold and fresh. Ariana gazed at the towering buildings veiled in a thin fog, her emotions a tangled mess inside. She and Nathaniel stood in front of their lawyer's office, ready to embark on the long legal process to meet her son, Elio. Yet, despite the certainty of their steps, Ariana couldn't shake off her doubts. What if Elio rejected her? What if he felt threatened by her presence?“Ari, you ready?” Nathaniel's voice broke her from her thoughts, pulling her back to the moment.Ariana nodded. "I can't wait any longer, Nate. It's been too long."They entered the meeting room, filled with lawyers and staff who would assist them. Leonard was already there, standing by the meeting table, his sharp eyes scanning every detail. "We've got the permission to meet the child directly. They can't refuse anymore."However, what seemed like a smooth plan to meet Elio soon encountered a stumbling block. As they stepped out of the building, Ariana's phone vibr

The rain fell in soft drizzles as Ariana sat inside the private genetic lab, her fingers clutching the DNA test results that had just been handed to her by the technician. Nathaniel sat beside her, his face tense, nearly expressionless.Ariana took a deep breath before opening the envelope. Inside, two sheets of paper with graphs, numbers, and one sentence that made her body nearly collapse:"The DNA results show a biological match between Subject A (Ariana Valen) and Subject B (child in the matching system data). Matching degree: 99.98%."Ariana closed her mouth, her sobs breaking free. "He... he's alive, Nate. He's really my son..."Nathaniel held her tightly, allowing Ariana to cry out her overwhelming joy. But within the embrace, his thoughts drifted—her child was out there, living under a new name and with a new family. And if the people who adopted him had been hiding the truth... then this was just the beginning of a much bigger storm.---Leonard opened the door to his office,

Ariana sat on the rattan chair in Nathaniel’s living room, her fingers trembling as she turned the flash drive Axel had given her. Fear, hope, and anger churned inside her. The rapid tapping of Leonard’s laptop keys echoed as he opened the first file from the drive.“This is insane,” Leonard muttered after a few minutes. “CCTV footage from the hospital. The date matches the day you were rushed there after the accident, Ariana.”Ariana leaned in, holding her breath. On the screen, she saw herself lying on a hospital bed—pale and unconscious. A nurse entered with some documents, and shortly after, two men in suits—one of them her father—walked in and signed something.“No…” Ariana’s voice cracked. “That’s… my father.”Nathaniel stood behind her, eyes fixed on the screen. “They hid everything. Even your child.”Leonard continued digging, opening more files—altered medical records, fake reports of a miscarriage, and one barely legible adoption document. The adoptive parents’ names were ma

The night sky had already turned dark when Ariana arrived at the old park near the lake. The place was almost unchanged. The weathered wooden bench, the drooping willow trees by the water’s edge, and the calming sound of the rippling lake—all of it seemed to summon memories from the past.Ariana wore a long gray coat, her scarf pulled slightly to obscure her face. Her hand clutched a small locket—Axel’s gift from long ago—that she had secretly kept all these years.The night air bit at her skin, but she stood still in the middle of the park, waiting.The clock struck 8:03 p.m.Three minutes late.Her mind kept spinning—would Axel actually show up? Or was this just a cruel game played by someone trying to stir up her past?Footsteps.Ariana turned swiftly, her heart pounding. From behind the stone bench, a man emerged wearing a black jacket and a hat pulled low over his face. But as he stepped closer, the park lights illuminated his features just enough.Time seemed to freeze.It was A

As noon approached, a thick, overcast sky loomed above the villa where Ariana stayed. The atmosphere grew heavier by the minute, as if echoing the weight of her thoughts. Nathaniel was deep in discussion with Leonard in the study, while Ariana sat alone in the living room, staring out the rain-speckled window. In her hand, she held an old photograph—one of her and Axel.She stared at it for a long time until her eyes began to sting. Axel’s smile in the photo now mocked the false sense of peace she had tried so hard to maintain. His face hadn’t changed, but the meaning behind his gaze felt foreign now. Once, Axel had been her whole world. Now… he was a mystery she longed to bury, yet he kept clawing his way out of the graveyard of her past.Time seemed to stop when the front door was knocked on.Three times. Soft, but firm.Ariana turned her head sharply. Her breath caught in her throat. “Did you hear that?” she asked, half-rising from her seat.Leonard hurried out of the study and mot

Aria stood frozen on the balcony, her heart pounding violently in her chest. The cold night wind bit at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fear coursing through her veins.Down below, an army of hooded figures stormed the castle gates with overwhelming force. The guards fought back, but they were clearly outnumbered.Amid the chaos, a woman stepped forward with effortless grace.Seraphina.The Goddess of Darkness—who was supposed to exist only in legends—now stood before her, real and undeniable.Seraphina’s golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, her lips curling into a faint smile.“Aria…” Her voice reached Aria’s ears despite the distance between them.A shiver ran down Aria’s spine.Rael, standing beside her, grabbed her hand. “We have to go! She’s here for you!”Aria snapped out of her daze and rushed after Rael. They hurried down the staircase, heading toward the great hall, where the royal knights were already preparing for battle.Lorian and Elroth were there, along wit

Aria remained silent, her mind consumed by the name she had just heard.Seraphina.The Goddess of Darkness.How could she have seen a figure that was supposed to exist only in legends?Rael watched her with concern. "Aria, are you alright?"Aria nodded slowly, though her mind was filled with confusion. "I... I saw her. She spoke to me."Lorian frowned. "What did she say?"Aria tried to recall Seraphina's words. "She said she had been waiting for me for a long time."Elroth let out a heavy sigh. "That doesn’t make sense. If Seraphina is real and has been waiting for you… that means you have some connection to her."A chill ran down Aria’s spine. "That’s impossible. I’m no one.""But you can wield the power of Light," Rael pointed out. "And now… the Goddess of Darkness has come to you?"Lorian looked at the altar before them. "This stone might be the key to everything."Elroth stepped closer, staring at the black stone that still pulsed with energy. "I can feel the power within it. This

The darkness was supposed to be gone.Aria could still feel the lingering warmth of light energy coursing through her body, yet deep inside, something felt off. Like a faint whisper in the air, an elusive presence trying to break into her thoughts.Rael still held her hand, making sure she remained steady. "How do you feel?"Aria let out a heavy breath. "I'm fine. Just a little… empty."Lorian gazed at the altar where Vaelin had vanished. "Then we need to make sure he's truly gone."Elroth frowned. "He's not completely erased. I can still sense traces of his presence."Aria turned to him, eyes filled with concern. "What do you mean?"Elroth looked down at the cracked temple floor. "His energy hasn't disappeared. It has only moved. He might still be searching for a new vessel."Rael clicked his tongue. "Unbelievable. So, we can never really kill him, can we?"Lorian sighed. "He's not an ordinary being. He has surpassed death itself."Silence settled over them.Aria clenched her fists.

Their footsteps echoed through the dark, cold stone corridor. The flickering light from the torch Elroth carried barely illuminated a few steps ahead, casting long, shifting shadows along the walls.Aria could feel the air here was different. It was heavier, as if filled with an unseen presence. With every step she took, a cold shiver crept down her spine.“This temple has been abandoned for a long time,” Lorian whispered, tracing the ancient carvings on the walls. “But I can still feel the old energy flowing through it.”Elroth nodded slowly. “This place was once a temple of light, but after Vaelin's influence seeped in, it became something much darker.”Rael let out a heavy sigh. “Why do we always end up in places filled with dark energy? Can’t we, just once, fight in a more pleasant setting?”Lorian shot him a look. “Since when has battling darkness ever been pleasant?”Rael shrugged but then stopped short, his expression shifting as he spotted something ahead.“Oh, great. That’s n

Rael could still feel the warmth of Aria’s hand in his grasp. They had just returned from the battle inside Aria’s consciousness, successfully driving Vaelin out of her mind. But the victory felt bitter.Because they all knew—this wasn’t truly over.Elroth stepped forward, his gaze sharp. “You need to get ready. Vaelin isn’t the type to give up so easily.”Aria took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her body still felt weak, as if the battle had drained every last bit of her strength.Rael turned to Lorian. “We need to make sure he never comes back. Is there a way to seal him away forever?”Elroth shook his head. “Vaelin is an ancient spirit. As long as darkness exists in this world, he will always find a way back.”Lorian clenched his fists. “So we just wait for him to attack again?”Elroth’s expression was grave. “No. We strike first.”The room tensed.Rael frowned. “What do you mean?”Elroth pulled a thick book from the shelf and flipped it open. “Vaelin may have lost Aria’s

Rael stared blankly at the spot where Aria had disappeared. The air around him felt colder, as if all warmth had vanished along with her departure.“No…” he whispered.Lorian slammed his sword into the ground, his breath heavy with rage. “Damn it! I knew this wasn’t over!”Rael lifted his head, his eyes filled with both confusion and fear. “What do we do now?”Lorian remained silent for a moment before responding in a firm voice, “We take this to the Tower of Light. If anyone can help her, they’re there.”The two of them ran through the tower’s massive gates, which swung open as they approached. The long corridor they entered was illuminated by floating magical lights, casting an almost ethereal glow.At the end of the hallway, an elderly man in white robes awaited them. His silver hair and sharp gaze marked him as someone of great importance.“We need help!” Rael called out.The old man—Grandmaster Elroth—studied them with keen interest. “I’ve been expecting you.”Lorian was taken ab