Romane von Kester

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was instantly filled with disbelieving whispers.Several high-ranking executives exchanged glances with one another. The name Amora Cassidy Shane was not unfamiliar to them. Years ago, Robert Shane’s only daughter had once been the center of attention in the business world before she suddenly disappeared after her father’s death.And now…The woman was standing right in front of them. Alive. Strong. And back to reclaim everything.Vicktor remained silent in the corner of the room. However, his jaw tightened slightly as he watched everyone’s attention shift entirely toward Amora.“I’m sure all of you are very surprised,” Amora continued calmly. “But starting today, I will take back the position that has belonged to me from the very beginning.”One of the senior shareholders slowly rose to his feet. His hair had turned gray, yet the sharpness in his eyes remained unchanged.“Miss… I mean, Miss Amora,” he said carefully. “Do you have any proof of yo

The sound of high heels echoed through the grand corridor of the Shane Group office. Several employees immediately lowered their heads as the woman walked past them. The cold and commanding aura radiating from her made the morning atmosphere feel tense.Amora walked with her chin held high. A perfectly tailored black formal suit wrapped elegantly around her body, while her makeup looked sharp yet sophisticated. That day, everyone knew one thing—within moments, the woman would officially become the company’s new president director.The door to the director’s office opened.But Amora’s steps instantly came to a halt.Behind the large desk, Vicktor was already sitting with his laptop open in front of him. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as if he were finishing something important.Amora’s gaze immediately turned icy.“So early in the morning and you’re already at the office, Vick,” she said sarcastically as she stepped inside. “Did you forget what your position is now?”Vic

“Leave Mrs. Amora Cassidy Shane’s house immediately!”Amora’s voice was firm, cold, without the slightest hint of hesitation. She didn’t even bother to look back after driving Vicktor out. Her steps were light yet certain as she walked away from the living room, as if the man no longer meant anything in her life.Vicktor stood frozen.His hands clenched tightly, the veins at his temples visibly tensing. There was a powerful urge within him to stop Amora, to force her to explain everything, to… make her stay. But he realized it clearly—he no longer had that right.Without a single word, Vicktor turned around. His steps were heavy, yet he kept walking out of the house. The house that once felt like home… now felt like a place that had cast him out.“Vick, wait!”Lucy hurried after him. She saw that Vicktor had already gotten into the car. Without thinking, she opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat.Vicktor didn’t even glance at her.The engine roared to life. His hands imm

Vicktor immediately opened his car door and got in without hesitation. The engine roared to life harshly, as if his emotions were being channeled through the low growl of the machine.Before he could even drive off, Lucy had already opened the passenger door and taken a seat beside him.“Vick—” Lucy started, but her words were cut off as the car sped out of the driveway.Throughout the drive, Lucy could feel the tension filling the space inside the car. The way Vicktor was driving was nothing like usual—too fast, too aggressive.“Vick, be careful,” Lucy said softly, trying to hold back her concern.But there was no response. Vicktor remained focused on the road ahead. His gaze was straight, cold, and heavy with pressure. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if holding back something that could explode at any moment.Inside his mind, fragments of memories with Elisha swirled endlessly. The sound of her pleasant laughter. The way she called his name so gently. The warmth of

After finishing all his work, Vicktor wasted almost no time. He went straight home in a hurry, as if every second felt too long to wait.As soon as he reached his room, he immediately cleaned himself up. The cold water ran over his body, but it was not enough to ease the restlessness in his heart. His thoughts were fixed on only one person—Elisha.Not long after, he was already standing in front of the mirror, fully dressed. The suit he wore looked perfect, yet his expression still carried a trace of nervousness.He picked up his cologne and sprayed it lightly. “I should bring her another gift,” he murmured softly. His gaze remained fixed on his own reflection. “What could possibly make Elisha smile?”He fell silent for a moment, thinking.“Chocolate?” his brows furrowed. “Um… probably not.” He shook his head slightly. “She always maintains her figure. She said chocolate could make her gain weight.”Vicktor let out a short sigh, then chuckled quietly. “Why is this so difficult…”He gl

A heavy silence hung in the room, as if even the air itself was holding its breath. Amora stood still, her eyes fixed on Vicktor without blinking. Beneath her calm exterior, her mind was racing, searching for an opening to turn the situation around.“So… you trust Lucy more?” Amora asked softly. She deliberately made her voice sound fragile, as though her heart had truly been wounded.Vicktor looked flustered. “N-no, it’s not like that, El. I…” he trailed off, feeling guilty for the accusation he had just made.Amora took a slow breath, then shook her head. “You said you love me. But you believe Lucy’s trash words?” Her eyes began to glisten. “I’m disappointed in you, Vick.”Without waiting for an answer, Amora quickly grabbed her bag. The chair scraped against the floor as she turned and walked out of the director’s office.“Darling… I’m sorry, don’t be angry!” Vicktor’s voice sounded panicked as he hurried after her.But Amora didn’t stop. In fact, she quickened her pace, as if she

What really happened to Angelina that night after she bought the food?That night, Angelina stepped out of a small restaurant on the corner of the street, carrying two paper bags in her hands. The warm aroma of the food still lingered, soothing against the cold night air. She walked casually toward her car, opened the door, and sat in the driver’s seat.“I hope Hans is willing to eat…” she murmured softly.The engine started. She began driving slowly toward the hospital. The road was fairly quiet, with only a few vehicles passing by.But suddenly—A black car sped up from behind, nearly scraping her car as it overtook her.“Hey!” Angelina reflexively pressed the brake slightly. “Crazy…”Her eyes narrowed. Something felt off.The car wasn’t just speeding… it felt suspicious. Without realizing it, Angelina’s instincts began to kick in.“What’s with that car…?”Without thinking much, she slightly increased her speed—keeping a distance of about five meters. Quietly, she began to follow it

Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked. His eyes burned with rage.He couldn’t wait any longer. Barron Cross had crossed the line—laying a hand on Angelina was the same as begging him to come and finish him.“Hans, you mustn’t act recklessly!” Hana cried, stepping closer.She knew all too well how dangerous the enemy they were facing was.“That man… the one we’re dealing with isn’t a good person. He’s a wicked creature beyond the devil. If you go without a plan, you might not come back.”Hans paused for a moment, turning toward the older woman. His gaze was sharp, yet filled with fear.“Hana, don’t stop me anymore. Angelina’s life is more precious than anything.”His voice cracked. There were wounds, anxieties that had been pil

For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite had disappeared, just like his peace of mind.How could he be calm when Angelina’s whereabouts were still unknown?For the past hour, he had only sat in front of his laptop, opening dozens of news tabs and internal reports, hoping that even a single new piece of information would appear. But the screen remained empty of answers.“Good evening, Young Master Hans.”The voice appeared suddenly, making Hans turn his chair toward the door.“Paul? What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his gaze sharp and cold.“Young Master—”Before the sentence could be finished, Hans cut him off immediately. “If you’re not bringing information about Angelina, you’d better get out of my house.”His tone was

Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the

Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from

That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,