로그인A full week had passed since the board meeting.Clara remained inside the mansion the entire time. She refused to step outside, keeping the curtains drawn and the lights dim. She cried until her eyes became swollen and her voice turned hoarse. Sleep came only in short, broken moments, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw Logan collapsing before her. The sound of the gunshot refused to leave her mind.On the third day, she noticed Logan's diary lying openly on the table beside his bed, as if he had deliberately left it there for her to find. Each page was filled with his neat handwriting.Through the diary, Clara learned that the leader of the organization she once belonged to was her biological mother. She also discovered that Jeffery's real name had always been Henry. Logan had left behind blueprints of several buildings, along with passwords and detailed instructions for unlocking every hidden passage connected to them.Clara closed the diary and stared at Logan's handwriti
MEI'S MANSIONMei sat alone in her living room as the television continued replaying the same breaking news.Clara's face filled the screen again and again. The woman the entire city believed had died was now standing before the Rothwell board, exposing secrets that shook the nation."You are still alive..." The words escaped Mei's lips. Her fingers tightened around the remote until it almost cracked.She rose from the sofa and walked toward the guest room, each step slower than the last.She pushed the door open.Adrian sat quietly in his wheelchair, his lower body ending where the blanket covered him.Weeks of surgeries had saved his life. He stared at the television with a dry smile resting on his lips."You knew she was alive, Adrian.""You wouldn't have believed me if I told you," Adrian replied softly. He never looked away from the screen.Mei folded her arms across her chest."So what happens now? You're going to spend the rest of your life sitting in that wheelchair."Adrian f
THE FBI OFFICERobert had also been watching the live broadcast from the Rothwell boardroom. His eyes never left the television screen as every shocking revelation unfolded one after another.For several seconds, he remained completely still.His gaze slowly drifted toward the word VALADERO, which was still written across the whiteboard in front of him. It was the same coded message that had kept him awake for days, yet no matter how many times he rearranged the letters, nothing made sense.He narrowed his eyes.Suddenly, Clara's first name flashed through his mind.Clara Davis.He grabbed a marker and hurried to the whiteboard."Velora..." he whispered.His hand quickly crossed out several letters before circling the remaining ones."DA..."His eyes widened."DA.... Davis."He stepped back as every missing piece finally fell into place."So that's what you meant...VELORA DAVIS"A slow smile spread across his face."You left the answer right in front of us."Without wasting another s
Jeffery remained calm. "I already told you she's my wife, and she is carrying my unborn child." His arm slipped gently around Clara's."We should hear it from her," Malcolm said, his voice cutting through the silence. He slowly returned to his seat, breathing heavily as he fixed his eyes on Clara. "We need to hear it from her."The boardroom fell quiet. Every pair of eyes shifted toward Clara, waiting for her to speak for the first time since she had entered the room.Clara gave a polite nod before offering a small bow. "Good afternoon, everyone. It's nice meeting all of you."She gently moved away from Jeffery's side. The smile on her face was calm enough to make several directors exchange puzzled glances."Jeffery has been telling you the truth. I am his wife, and our marriage was legally registered." She said.Jeffery's tense expression relaxed for a brief moment. A faint smile appeared on his face.Clara looked around the room before continuing. "But not in the way every one of yo
"My client, Charles Rothwell, prepared two separate wills before his death. The first will was read after his passing, and every instruction contained in it has already been carried out according to his wishes."He paused briefly and looked around the boardroom."Under the first will, Mr. Jeffery Rothwell was appointed Chief Executive Officer of Rothwell Enterprises on the condition that he fulfilled the requirements stated by Mr. Charles Rothwell."Several members of the board nodded quietly."The condition was satisfied, and from that day forward, Mr. Jeffery Rothwell assumed full authority as the Chief Executive Officer of this company."The attorney closed the first file and placed it aside."What we are about to discuss today concerns the second and final will left behind by Mr. Charles Rothwell."A murmur spread across the room.Malcolm slowly straightened in his chair. His eyes remained fixed on the attorney while his fingers tightened around the edge of the conference table.T
Clara just finished arranging dinner on the table when she heard the front door open. She looked toward the entrance and saw Jeffery walking in slowly. His shirt carried streaks of blood, a small cut marked the back of his hand, and dried stains remained near his jaw.She walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around him.Jeffery stood still for a brief moment, clearly not expecting the embrace. Then he slowly lifted his arms and held her against him, resting his chin lightly on her head."You don't have to carry everything alone, Mr. Jeffery. No matter what happened today, you don't have to bear it all by yourself."Jeffery released a long breath."If you hadn't overheard the guards' discussion that day, I would never have known the truth. After the board's meeting, I would probably be dead."Clara slowly lifted her head to look at him."You've done so much for me. How could I ignore something that might put your life in danger?"Jeffery gently guided her toward the sitting roo
Clara stepped out of the elevator with steady confidence, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor of Rothwell Tower. The building hummed quietly around her, security systems, distant conversations and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the corridor as she a
The board meeting erupted into chaos as Jeffery Rothwell stood near the window, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm brewing around him."We need results, Jeffery," the chairman barked, his voice slicing through the tension. "Not promises, not excuses, Results." The directors eyes fixed
He picked up the empty bowl and walked out.Theodore waited barely two seconds before rushing out of the room almost frantically, moving through the hallway with the terrified speed of somebody escaping a predator that might return at any moment. He did not stop until he reached his assigned room
A blade sliced through the air, metal glinting as it cut toward Jeffery. Clara shoved him hard, throwing him off balance. The knife plunged into her stomach, and she gasped, pain stealing her breath. The attacker muttered something, hesitated, then signaled his partner. They vanished into the shado







