LOGINCaught off guard by the sudden kiss, their lips met softly, their breaths tangling together. Instead of deepening it, Alyssa slipped her arms around Jasper's neck and clung to him with quiet dependence. Her kiss was tender and lingering, every breath warm and gentle against him. Jasper's entire back stiffened instantly. It felt as though someone had pressed pause on both his heartbeat and his breathing. His trembling fingers curled tightly around the armrests of the leather chair. Crimson slowly spread across his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and the corners of his eyes. A vein throbbed visibly at his neck while his Adam's apple bobbed hard. After what felt like forever, Alyssa finally pulled away, panting softly. Her face was thoroughly flushed, the intoxicating blush trailing all the way down her neck. "Hold me, Jasper…" she whispered.Her soft lips brushed lightly against the tip of his ear, now burning red. Her featherlight voice sent an uncontrollable tremor through his
Alyssa was born for greatness. She carried a natural air of commanding authority that silently demanded submission, and the raw intimidation in her eyes made all the seasoned board members—all of whom were decades her senior—hold their breath unconsciously. They exchanged tense glances, the atmosphere in the room turning suffocatingly serious. Among the board members were several people who had once maintained private dealings with Justin. But now, Justin had fallen from power. Not only had Jasper seized control of the corporation, but with Newton's and Javier's support, he had officially become Beckett Group's new chairman. Jasper's position was now firmly established—unshakeable and beyond dispute. And he had Alyssa on his side. With her backing, even if he ultimately didn't inherit Beckett Group, he could still join Alyssa in leading KS Group. Even if he married into her family, he would still stand at the absolute pinnacle of wealth and power. At this point, no one in the
In the blink of an eye, the news of Justin being detained by the police as a murder suspect spread like wildfire, dominating headlines everywhere. First, Zachary had been shot dead. As his only surviving family member, Justin had been brought in for routine questioning. Yet only a few days later, the man was once again entangled in another murder investigation. How could he ever cleanse his reputation after this? He couldn't. He could douse himself in bleach and still never wash away the stain of suspicion. The public discourse was merciless. "Justin always looked so elegant and gentlemanly. Even his smile seemed radiant. How could someone like that be a cold-blooded killer? It's completely surreal!""What's so surreal about it? Killers don't walk around wearing name tags. Often, the most unassuming people hide the most psychotic tendencies. They blend in by acting more polite and innocent than the rest of us. If you think about it, doesn't Justin fit that description perfectl
Justin's dark, gloomy pupils constricted. Underneath his sickly pale skin, the veins on the back of his hand twisted and bulged like gnarly tree roots. He stared fixedly at the blade. Once his chosen murder weapon, it now sat before him as cold, hard evidence. That fruit knife had once served his malice; now, it was bloodstained with history. It betrayed him, testifying to his guilt. At first, his mind was a chaotic blur. Then the present dissolved, and his thoughts flashed back nearly 20 years.Back then, he was just a teenager. His clean, youthful face had been splattered with Mildred's fresh blood. He remembered standing in the small living room, his hand white-knuckled around that very fruit knife. Soaked from head to toe in warm blood, the frail, pale teenager had looked utterly terrifying—like a demon crawling its way out of hell. Yet, he hadn't felt a shred of terror. Instead, a laugh had bubbled up from his chest, shaking his entire body in pure, ecstatic madness. The
"Who was it?" Justin asked, raising a brow. Beneath his calm and charming facade, his heart began to pound. Though he maintained an outward composure, the panic simmering underneath was impossible to fully conceal. Cyrus—the young, brilliant, and seasoned criminal investigator—was far too perceptive to be deceived. He saw straight through Justin's act, the corner of his lips curling into a cold, knowing smirk. "It was someone you know very well—Mr. Beckett Senior's secretary, Ben Gorham. He has turned himself in and made a full confession about his role in disposing of the body and covering up for you all those years ago."He has told us everything. I suggest you confess and accept your punishment. You can't hide your crimes any longer."Justin scoffed. "When you arrested me, didn't you say I had the right to remain silent?" He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back casually. Closing his eyes as if utterly at ease, he added, "I won't say another word until my attorney
The interrogation room was cold and dimly lit, enclosed by gray, dusty walls. A video camera stood fixed in front of Justin, its green indicator blinking steadily. Beside him, the one-way mirror revealed nothing but impenetrable darkness. A harsh white light poured down from above, casting his pale, expressionless face in stark relief—like an invisible net slowly tightening around him. Demon or monster, it didn't matter. In a place like this, the truth always surfaced. "So," Cyrus began coolly, "would you prefer an unforgettable interrogation, or will you come clean on your own?"He sat across from Justin with another officer, both of them watching him with sharp, unyielding eyes. This time, Cyrus faced the man before him with complete composure. "There's a world of difference between us dragging the truth out of you and you offering it willingly, Mr. Beckett," he continued. "You've got a top-tier legal team, and this isn't your first time dealing with a situation like this.
At that moment, Lauren's throbbing heart began to tremble. Blood drained from her face. She was like a terrified kitten stuck in a tree. She pursed her lips. Out of reflex, she let go of Landon's hand. Landon felt slightly short of breath. He grabbed her hand almost in an overbearing manner. He held
When Jasper and Alyssa got home, Jasper received a call from Xavier. Then, he went to the study to get some work done. "Mr. Beckett, the foundation's matters are pretty much all set. You'll just need to pick a date for the official announcement." "Alright. Thanks." Jasper's voice sounded low and a l
"That's fine too, but you should keep it a secret from Winston. He's still unwell, after all." Jasper looked concerned at the mention of Winston. He seemed to regard Alyssa's father as his family now.Alyssa nodded and lowered her gaze. "I won't ask Winston about it. I won't force him to talk if he d
Alyssa was relieved that she wasn't a fan of gay romance. Otherwise, she would have found herself constantly swooning over Jonah and Julien."Anyway, I was shocked that Aidan Lovelace would show up alone and behave in such a nasty manner," Jasper remarked.He placed her on the couch, cradling her head







