Mag-log inWhen Lucy drove through the grand gates of Ryan's mansion, her heart pounded against her chest. She parked her car in the spacious parking lot and sat behind the wheel for a few seconds, trying to calm herself. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car and straightened her clothes before walking toward the mansion.The moment her eyes landed on Cleo, who was already waiting outside, an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. For some unknown reason, Lucy felt nervous. Her palms became sweaty, and her mind raced. She wasn't sure what to say or how to act. Every step toward Cleo felt heavier than the last.Cleo watched Lucy approach with narrowed eyes. The closer she came, the more suspicious she became. Something about her expression, her body language, even the way she walked, felt different.This has to be Lucy... the woman pretending to be Claire, Cleo thought. I knew something wasn't right.When Lucy finally reached her, she forced a polite smile."Hi," she greete
When they finally arrived at the club, the noise of music and laughter wrapped around them like a living thing. The flashing lights painted the entire place in shifting colors—blue, purple, red—giving everything an almost surreal glow. Without hesitation, the three men made their way past the crowded dance floor, ignoring the curious glances that followed them. Their presence alone commanded attention; they didn’t need to announce themselves.They headed straight toward the VIP section, an area secluded from the chaos yet still close enough to feel the pulse of the night. The heavy curtains parted as they entered, revealing a more refined setting—soft leather couches, polished glass tables, and dim lighting that created an atmosphere of exclusivity. It was quieter here, but not silent; faint music still filtered in, blending with low conversations from other elite guests.When they get to the club they all headed to vip suite and taking there sit.After they settled in their chairs, J
Edward’s private jet sliced through the pale blue sky before descending steadily toward A City. From above, the city shimmered under the late afternoon sun—glass towers reflecting light like polished diamonds, highways weaving like ribbons through clusters of buildings, and distant hills framing the horizon. The aircraft taxied smoothly along the runway before finally coming to a halt.Edward private jet landed in A city,Edward Walk down step by step as the fresh air of A city greet him, Lucy follow him from behind, his bodyguard has already waiting for him.The wind brushed lightly against his face as he adjusted the button of his suit jacket. A City always carried a different energy compared to Emerald City. Here, everything felt more personal. Familiar. Yet complicated.Lucy followed closely behind him, her posture elegant and confident. She had been working with Edward long enough to recognize the subtle shifts in his mood. Though his expression remained composed, she c
In Edward mansion, Edward and Lucy was on the the dinning enjoying their meal.The grand dining hall of Edward’s mansion shimmered beneath the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. The long mahogany table, polished to perfection, reflected the flickering candlelight placed carefully between plates of exquisite cuisine. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the night sky, while silk curtains swayed gently from the breeze of the central air. Servants moved silently in the background, trained to be invisible, ensuring that every dish was replaced the moment it cooled.Edward sat at the head of the table, his posture straight, his expression composed as always. His sharp jawline was illuminated by the golden light, giving him an almost sculpted appearance. Lucy sat to his right, dressed in a cream silk dress that hugged her figure elegantly. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and her lips curved into a gentle smile whenever Edward looked her way.To anyone observing, they looked like a
Lucy was a bit caught off guard, but she hugged him back, smiling cunningly. “Yes, it’s me,” she answered softly.For a fleeting second, she almost forgot why she was here.Edward’s embrace was warm—too warm. His arms wrapped around her as though he feared she would disappear again. His fingers trembled slightly against her back, clutching the fabric of her coat as if grounding himself in reality.Lucy had prepared for many reactions—shock, suspicion, even anger—but not this raw, overwhelming relief.She didn’t expect this reaction from him.Which meant one thing.Edward had truly loved Claire.The realization tightened something inside her chest. She wasn’t naïve; she knew she was stepping into another woman’s life. But feeling the depth of his emotions firsthand made it painfully clear—she wasn’t replacing a memory. She was competing with it.A month ago, she had gone through plastic surgery to look exactly like Claire.It had not been a simple cosmetic adjustment. It
Edward already knew what Anthonio was thinking. Even without hearing the words, he could see them written all over his loyal assistant’s face—the hesitation, the fear, the careful calculation of how much truth to reveal. Edward’s sharp instincts had not dulled, even if his memories had.“Don’t worry about my headache,” Edward said quietly, his voice firm despite the faint tremor beneath it. “I just want to know.”Anthonio had no choice. He drew in a long, heavy breath, as if preparing himself to reopen wounds that had barely healed.“You had a girlfriend before your accident,” he began slowly.The words hung in the air like smoke. Anthonio’s mind unwillingly drifted back to that terrible day—the screams, the flames, the deafening explosion. His expression darkened, grief flashing briefly across his face before he forced himself to continue standing upright.Edward blinked, surprised. “Girlfriend?” he muttered under his breath, staring at Anthonio as if the man had suddenly st
Claire sat silently on her hospital bed, her fingers tracing invisible lines across the white sheet. The room was dim now, the sunlight filtered into pale gold slants that painted her face in melancholy hues. Since leaving Cleo’s room, not a single word had passed between her and Edward. He stood
“Cleo,” Claire said, frowning. “You’re not yourself. What’s going on?”Cleo hesitated, her chest tightening. She wanted to reassure her friend, to pretend nothing was wrong, but the unease pressing in her chest refused to fade. She had left Ryan outside—left him to deal with Antonio—and now she
Claire blinked, startled. “What?”“The one with her,” he clarified. “The man who fought me.” His eyes searched hers, waiting for some trace of deception.She shook her head, confusion clouding her expression. “He’s Cleo’s boyfriend. We’ve never even met before today. I’ve only seen his photo
She didn’t argue with him this time. When Edward gently lifted the spoon toward her lips, Claire only gave him a soft look before opening her mouth obediently. The warm soup slid down her throat, easing the dull ache she’d been feeling all morning. Each spoonful came with the quiet sound of his br







