로그인JodieThe official formal notice from the Lycan High Council arrives on my desk less than two hours after the chaos in the room.Serena’s family did not waste a single second. Driven by pure anger over their daughter’s public embarrassment, they officially froze MoonCrown’s entire cultural event fund, pulling out every dollar of their promised sponsorship. The official letter sits on the table, stating in clear, harsh words that without their backing, the upcoming territory-wide media showcase will be canceled just three days before the announcement.I pick up the letter, reading through the petty demands listed at the bottom. They want Serena reinstated as a senior advisor, they want a public apology from my department, and they want my complete resignation from the royal administration."Unbelievable," I mutter under my breath, dropping the paper back onto the desk with a quiet scoff.The doors to the royal board chamber swing open, and I walk inside to find Prince Levi sitting at t
JodieI open the glass door to the cultural archives building early the next morning, expecting a quiet head start on the broadcast scheduling.Instead, I freeze dead in my tracks at the entrance. The floor surrounding my main archive desk is completely covered in a white mountain of paper. Hundreds of physical pages, weeks of meticulously organized media distribution contracts, trade permits, and regional network agreements have been fed through a cross-cut shredder and dumped in a massive, messy pile across the floorboards.I step carefully around the paper drifts, my hand resting over my rounded belly as my eyes survey the mess. The primary filing cabinet sits wide open, its locks picked and dangling by a single wire."Oh dear," a smooth, mock-sympathetic voice purrs from the far corner of the archives room.Serena steps out from behind a high book rack, clad in a crisp white trench coat, a designer coffee cup resting casually in her hand. She looks down at the shredded documents w
JodieSerena struts past the guards standing outside my open office door, brushing through the room like she owns every single piece of furniture inside it.She directs a cold, disgusted sneer straight at my visible pregnancy bump, her blue eyes narrowing into tiny slits before she turns on her heel and throws herself dramatically into Levi’s arms. She wraps her thin, silver-adorned arms tightly around his neck, resting her cheek against his chest as if she hadn't just insulted me to my face three seconds ago."Levi, darling," Serena coos, her voice shifting into a high, sweet purr that makes my stomach turn over. "I've been waiting for you for two whole hours. The guards told me you were busy, but I didn't realize you were spending your precious afternoon entertaining charity cases."Levi doesn't hug her back. In fact, he gently but firmly places his hands on her waist and steps back, creating a clear two feet of distance between them. His face is completely dark, his brow furrowed i
JodieI push open the door to my new executive office in MoonCrown’s main administrative building, stopping dead in my tracks as I take in the view.The stiff, outdated furniture from last week is completely gone. In its place sits a beautifully carved desk made of smooth, light wood, paired with an executive office chair fitted with extra lumbar support specifically contoured for pregnancy comfort. Near the wide glass window, a small side table holds a quiet electric kettle and three glass jars of high-grade, organic herbal tea, the exact chamomile and ginger blend the royal clinic recommended for my morning nausea."I had the guards swap out the furniture yesterday evening," a deep, warm voice speaks from behind me.I turn around to find Prince Levi leaning casually against the doorframe, a small silver tray holding two steaming mugs and a plate of fresh butter pastries in his hands. He is dressed in a dark, tailored suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, looking fa
KaiserThe door to my private office swings open so fast it bangs hard against the wall frame.I don't even have to look up from my desk to know who it is. The familiar scent and panic fills the room before she even takes three steps inside. Evelyn stands in the doorway, her brown hair pulled back in a messy knot, and her hands trembling so visibly that she drops her car keys right onto the hardwood floor."Kaiser," she breathes out, her voice raspy and breathless as if she just ran up three flights of stairs without stopping.She doesn't bother picking up her keys. She marches straight across the rug, slamming both of her palms flat onto the front edge of my mahogany desk. Her knuckles are white, and her eyes are wide, filled with an intense, frantic mix of terror and wild hope that I haven't seen since the morning Jodie vanished."Tell me you've seen it," Evelyn demands, leaning over the desk, her voice cracking under the pressure of her emotions. "Tell me you're looking at the same
JodieI am halfway through pouring a glass of warm orange juice at my kitchen counter when my phone buzzes loudly against the granite surface.I set the pitcher down, wiping my hand on my apron as I pick up the device, expecting a routine update from the local bakery or a check-in text from the clinic. Instead, a bold, high-priority notification from my offshore banking application stretches across the lock screen.Automated Deposit Confirmed: $750,000.00 USD. Source: Global Digital Publishing Group - Quarterly Royalty Transfer.My breath hitches directly in my throat. I stare at the screen, my thumb frozen in midair as the numbers seem to dance right in front of my eyes. Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. In one single deposit.I tap the notification quickly, entering my secure pin with trembling fingers to open the main account balance page. The total sitting in my private, unlinked offshore account isn't zero is a massive, life-changing fortune.I slowly sink down onto the w







