로그인The music had carried me away, plunging me immensely into a river of warmth and love. But the peace was shattered in a second. A harsh, violent noise erupted from downstairs. I snapped my laptop shut, my heart leaping into my throat. It sounded like a vicious argument. Driven by a cold spike of dread, I stepped out of my room to see what was happening.
"Never in my life have I heard such a sickening suggestion!" my dad roared, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings."RiThe docks were entirely deserted, wrapped in a suffocating, heavy quiet. I stepped onto the weathered wood of the small boat…our old boat. The memories hit me like a physical blow: the gentle sway of the hull, the cold night air, the way the moonlight had caught the ring the night he proposed. Hot tears spilt over my eyelashes, burning my cold cheeks. I crawled into the cramped cabin, lying in the dark, letting the ghosts of our past wash over me. Miles away, James was drowning his own ghosts. He had spent the evening at a dim bar, obsessively dissecting the party he had just witnessed. He was still hopelessly in love with me, driven mad by the sight of my life. She is living a happy marriage, he had muttered to himself over a glass of scotch, and I am just working my fingers to the bone, trying to stand on my own two feet. Drunk and overwhelmed, he had dismissed his driver and wandered off into the night, his feet unknowingly carrying him to the same spot. Heavy footsteps suddenly
My breath hitched. If I was surprised, Andrew looked downright blindsided. My pulse drummed a frantic, terrifying rhythm against my ribs as I waited for the stranger…no, not a stranger, James..to speak."I know your wife," James repeated, his smooth voice plunging the knife of suspense deeper. A beat of suffocating silence passed before he smoothly corrected course. "I'm a fan... a fan of her paintings, I mean.""Ah, yes. Irene of Royal Holdings, she goes by now," Andrew replied, a tremor of anxious tension bleeding into his normally composed tone."Right," James murmured, his gaze flicking to me with an unreadable intensity. "It’s your seventh anniversary party tonight, isn't it?"Before anyone could answer, a waiter materialised beside us, shattering the thick tension. "Sir, would you care for a drink?"Suddenly, a man I recognised as James's representative stepped in. He pressed a glass into James's hand, a barely concealed warning muttered under his breath. "Take this. You need to
Andrew stormed back to the corporate headquarters of Royal Holdings, his blood boiling. He threw open the heavy double doors of his private office, only to stop dead in his tracks. Sitting comfortably in his leather executive chair was his father. Andrew closed the door behind him with a sharp, echoing snap. "Are you even remotely aware of what you are doing, Andrew?" his father asked, his deep voice dripping with disappointment and quiet authority. Andrew scoffed, walking over to the bar to pour himself a drink. "The same thing I always do, Father. Bringing unpredictable people into line. It's not like I have anything better to do with my time." He threw himself onto the leather sofa across from the desk. His father let out a low, cynical chuckle. "Be very careful, son. Otherwise, I’m going to start thinking that you consider me one of those unpredictable people you need to tame." "I can't force you to do anything, Father," Andrew replied coldly, swirling the amber liquid in his
The atmosphere inside the grand auditorium of the state energy board was thick with unspoken hostility. Both Andrew and James had arrived exceptionally early, staking out opposite sides of the room like generals preparing for a bloodbath. The ambient hum of whispers died down instantly as the chief adjudicator took the podium, adjusting his glasses before unsealing a stack of heavy manila envelopes. "Distinguished guests, welcome to the financial opening for the Kentucky Crude Oil Extraction License and the Windflower Power Station Partnership," the adjudicator announced, his voice echoing through the sterile room. "We will now read the sealed, blind baseline proposals.” A suffocating silence gripped the room. Andrew sat with his hands clasped tightly over his knee, his foot tapping a rhythmic, anxious beat. Across the aisle, James sat perfectly still, his eyes narrowed, tracking every movement of the judge’s hands. "Kit Energy... ten million dollars," the judge read aloud. "Famou
Leaving the heavy tension of the seaside behind, James returned to his house. The moment he stepped through the front door, he found his sister, Joy, standing rigidly in the hallway, looking exactly like a sentinel waiting for a hammer to drop. "Welcome back, brother," Joy greeted, her voice tight, lacking its usual warmth. James closed the door behind him with a soft, deliberate click that echoed ominously in the quiet foyer. He didn't take off his coat. He just stared at her, his eyes cutting right through her defensive posture. "Are you waiting by the door for me? Or did your little friend tip you off that I was coming?” Joy flinched, her eyes widening in a flash of pure panic. "Which friend?" James stepped closer, invading her space, his shadow completely engulfing her. "Irene. Irene of Royal Holdings." "I swear I didn't tell her anything!" Joy stammered, her hands flying up in a desperate gesture of innocence. "I didn't tell her you were back, brother, I swear to God! I ran
I marched straight into the dim, echoing expanse of the underground garage, the sharp click of my heels betraying the frantic racing of my heart. Linda was already waiting near my car. The moment she saw me approaching, she stepped out of the shadows, her face pulled into a mask of pity. "Lady Irene..." she called out softly. I heard her, but I kept my eyes locked dead ahead, completely ignoring her. "Lady Irene, please wait," she pressed, stepping into my path. I finally stopped, my jaw clenching with pure annoyance. "I hope you aren't upset because of the things written in the tabloids last week. They are vicious lies and made-up news. Please, don't let them destroy your peace.” I stared at her, my expression as cold and impenetrable as a block of ice. "I hear nothing. I see nothing," I replied, my voice dangerously hollow. "You may keep your comfort to yourself." Leaving her thoroughly unsettled and visibly panicked, I slipped into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.







