تسجيل الدخولOn the other side of the city, inside a towering skyscraper that overlooked the busy skyline below, the atmosphere inside the conference room was completely different…cold, sharp, and tense enough to make the air feel heavy. The quiet hum of the city outside contrasted the suffocating silence inside, where no one dared relax under the pressure filling the room.At the head of the long table sat Elias, his expression dark and unreadable as one proposal after another was presented in front of him. The air inside the room felt suffocating, every executive seated around the table remaining painfully stiff under the pressure of his gaze.“This,” Elias said coldly as he closed the file in front of him, “is the best your department could produce?”No one answered.No one dared to.His face looked visibly sullen today, his patience thinner than usual as he continued criticizing the reports and proposals presented before him. Every flaw, every weak point, every unrealistic projection was point
The dress Lyra would wear for the gala was already hanging carefully in front of her, protected beneath soft fabric covers while the afternoon light reflected softly against the dark material. At first glance, the gown looked simple but the longer someone stared at it, the more details slowly revealed themselves.Elegant lines.Subtle embroidery woven almost invisibly into the fabric.A clean structure without excessive decorations.It was refined in a quiet, dangerous kind of way.Camelle stood in front of it with narrowed eyes, completely focused as she adjusted the fabric again, checking every seam and loose thread as if her life depended on perfection."Wait... this side isn't aligned properly," she muttered, stepping closer before fixing a tiny detail near the waistline. "No, no... now it's fine."Yani stood nearby holding the accessories, silently watching Camelle circle the dress for what felt like the tenth time that afternoon.Lyra sat calmly on the sofa with one leg crossed
It was already ten in the morning, yet Lyra remained curled beneath the soft covers of their bed, the curtains only half-drawn as gentle sunlight filtered into the room, casting a warm, quiet glow across the space. The stillness lingered, peaceful, undisturbed…..until a soft, measured knock broke through it.“Miss Lyra,” Yani’s voice called from outside, calm but firm. “You need to wake up now. The dress for Saturday’s gala has arrived for fitting, and you still have reports and notes to finish before Monday.”Inside, Lyra stirred faintly, her brows knitting as her eyes slowly opened, heavy with sleep. Everything felt sluggish…..her limbs, her thoughts, even the air around her seemed thick and slow. She turned her head lazily toward the other side of the bed, her gaze instinctively searching.Empty.Elias was already gone.For a moment, she simply stared at the space he left behind, her expression unreadable, something quiet passing through her eyes before she exhaled softly and force
Lyra leaned back slightly, her eyes still fixed on the screen as she waited, the silence on the other end stretching just long enough to feel deliberate. A full minute passed, but she didn’t rush it. Patience was part of control. “Thinking…” she murmured softly to herself, her fingers idly tapping once against the desk.A faint smirk tugged at her lips.“Or you already have someone in mind.” Right on cue, the reply appeared.S: Who?Lyra’s gaze shifted back to the profile displayed on her monitor, the man’s image staring back at her, composed, unreadable, almost too controlled. The kind of face that didn’t reveal anything, yet suggested everything. Dangerous. Calculated. Someone who moved without hesitation.Her fingers moved.UNKNOWN USER: Your secret admirer. The man with the obsidian eyes.She watched the message send, her gaze lingering a second longer than necessary. For a brief moment, curiosity surfaced, how someone like Sia got entangled with someone like him. But just as qui
Lyra was pulled back to the more immediate concern….her dress. Three gowns stood before her, each elegant, each carefully chosen, yet none quite right. She observed them in silence, her gaze sharp, assessing not beauty but function.“I don’t want anything tight around the legs,” she said plainly. “I need to move freely if something happens.”Yani nodded at once, fingers already moving across her tablet. “Understood.”Camelle stepped closer, studying the designs with a more critical eye. She circled one of the mannequins, then another, her expression slowly tightening. “Then none of these work as they are,” she said honestly.Lyra didn’t argue. “Exactly.”Silence settled between them as they all considered the problem. It wasn’t about appearance anymore, it was about survival dressed as elegance.Then Camelle paused, something shifting in her expression. “What if we don’t choose from these?” she said, turning back to Lyra.Lyra lifted her gaze slightly. “Explain.”Camelle picked up one
Inside Lyra’s glass office, the atmosphere had shifted from quiet calm to focused tension. Yani, Rane, Sylas, and Korin were gathered around her desk, documents and digital layouts of the upcoming gala spread across the surface. The event was set for this Saturday, the exclusive gathering aboard the Grande Crow, a luxury ship owned by Liam, a man whose name alone carried danger. The auction would begin at 7, and once the vessel sailed into open sea, there would be no easy return.Sylas tapped the screen, bringing up the ship’s structure. “Security is tighter than expected. Multiple checkpoints before boarding. After that, everything is under Liam’s control.”Korin leaned back slightly, arms crossed. “So once we’re inside, we’re essentially locked in with him.”Rane exhaled slowly, eyes still on Lyra. “Beatrice and Serene already met with Liam. They’re coordinating something… an escape route if things go south.”Lyra didn’t respond immediately. Her fingers traced the edge of the table,
Night clung to Vale Tower like a cloak. From the highest floor, the city below spread out in ribbons of light, cars crawling like sparks across the veins of steel and glass. The office was quiet except for the low hum of the air vents and the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall.Elias sat be
After breakfast, Elias left for the Vale office with his subordinates, their laughter echoing faintly in the hallway until the heavy double doors closed behind them.The house fell silent.It was the kind of silence that had followed Lyra since childhood…...deep, waiting, almost suffocating. She li
The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, golden beams dancing across the room. Lyra stirred, her lashes fluttering as she slowly woke. Warmth pressed against her side, and her body stilled. Someone was hugging her.Blinking the last haze of sleep away, she turned her head and her brea
The balcony was quiet, softened by the glow of lanterns along the railing and the faint hum of crickets in the trees beyond. The cool breeze of the evening brushed against Lyra’s porcelain skin, but she didn’t mind. For once, she wasn’t retreating from the noise of the house she was simply letting







