MasukChapter 61(Lines Crossed)Ace remained by the fireplace, one hand resting against the mantel, fingers pressing into the marble as if he needed something solid to cling to.Patrick watched him from the armchair, glass in hand, eyes sharp with keen interest.“She’s a spitfire, isn’t she?” Patrick said, pouring himself another drink as if nothing had just happened. “I’ve never seen anyone in your house speak to you like that. Not in front of company.”Ace exhaled slowly and turned away from the fire.“She’s under a lot of stress,” he said, walking towards the chair opposite Patrick. “The kidnapping. The Gala. It’s been… a lot.”Patrick leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.“Stress?” he repeated. “Ace, you look like you haven’t slept in days. And she looks like she’s ready to report you to the police.”Ace sank into the chair, but he didn’t relax. He just wanted his back on something.“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. “We have work to finish. The Sydney branch—”“For
Chapter 60(Misunderstanding)Pearl didn’t stay in the Mia room after Ace left. Mia had settled on the rug with her book, legs tucked underneath, already flipping through the pages as if nothing had happened.“I’ll be downstairs,” Pearl said, adjusting the edge of the blanket on the chair.Mia looked up briefly. “Okay.”Pearl nodded once and walked out. Voices reached her before she arrived at the drawing room.Patrick was speaking—easy, confident. Ace’s replies came lower, shorter, like he was forcing himself to stay engaged.Pearl stepped in.Patrick noticed her presence immediately. He straightened, a grin already forming as he set his glass aside.“Well, finally,” he said, walking towards her. “I was beginning to think he imagined you.”Pearl paused a few steps inside the room. She didn’t move closer than necessary.“Good morning,” she greeted.Patrick extended his hand. She took it briefly—firm, polite—and let go.Up close, he studied her without hiding it, as if trying to figure
Chapter 59(Hold My Hand)Pearl gently closed the door behind Patrick. She didn’t linger there this time. Instead, she turned and headed straight back to the dining area.Mia was still seated at the table, her spoon halfway to her mouth.“Who was that?” she asked immediately.“A friend of your father’s,” Pearl replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down again. “His name’s Patrick.”Mia looked at her for a moment, then took another bite.“He smiles a lot.”Pearl nodded. “Finish your food.”Mia chewed slowly, still lost in thought.“Daddy doesn’t smile like that,” she added. “His face looks… tired lately.”Pearl reached for a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth.“Your father has a lot on his plate,” she said quietly.Mia didn’t argue, but her eyes stayed on Pearl’s face a second longer than usual. They finished breakfast quietly, and Pearl helped her down from the chair, taking her hand.“Let’s go upstairs. You wanted to finish your drawing.”Mia nodded and followed.They had jus
Chapter 58(The Night He Didn’t Send It)It was past eight when Ace finally shut his laptop. The study was quiet except for the rain tapping steadily against the windows. The blue light from the screen faded, leaving the room dim once more.“I’ll be on the ground in New York by the end of the month, sir,” Daniel’s voice had said moments earlier. “The Singapore merger is stabilised.”“Good,” Ace had replied. “Take a few days off when you get back.”Now the call was over, and only Maria remained on the line.“Mr Warren?” she said softly. “You’ve been working from home for two weeks. The board hasn’t seen you. Investors are starting to ask questions.”“The work is getting done,” he said.“I know,” she replied. “But you don’t usually stay away from the office like this.”He didn’t respond immediately. “I have things to handle here,” he said finally.Maria paused, then nodded to herself on the other end.“Alright,” she said. “Just don’t disappear completely. I’ll send the morning briefings
Chapter 57(The Day the Silence Broke)For two weeks after the confrontation in the sunroom, Pearl avoided him with quiet precision. She moved through the Warren mansion exactly as expected—efficient, punctual, composed. Every hallway crossing was brief. Every conversation ended quickly. Every hand-off involving Mia remained strictly professional.She stopped calling him Ace. He was Mr Warren again; at least, it made things easier.If she treated him like an employer, she didn’t have to remember the way his voice had sounded in the library that night. She didn’t have to remember how close he had stood to her. She didn’t have to remember the look in his eyes when he said he wanted her there—not just for Mia.Routine was safer than memory. On Tuesday afternoon, while Mia slept, Pearl retreated to her room and called Ella. It was the only place in the house where she allowed herself ten minutes that belonged to her.“So he still hasn’t stopped?” Ella asked over the phone. “The gifts?”“N
Chapter 56(Mr Warren)The conversation in the library did not resolve anything. By morning, Pearl had already decided how she would behave.She woke before her alarm and did not remain in bed longer than necessary. There was no hesitation, no lingering between thoughts. She dressed quickly, tying her hair into a neat knot at the back of her head and choosing the same neutral cardigan she wore when she expected a long day.She didn’t need calm. She needed structure, and by seven o’clock, she was already in Mia’s room.She stopped just inside the doorway, the room had changed overnight.The wooden crib she had assembled herself during Mia’s first week in the house was gone. The simple rocking chair she used during early morning feedings had disappeared. In their place stood pale Italian furniture with clean edges and careful symmetry. The new crib looked expensive enough to belong in a showroom rather than a child’s room.Even the curtains had been replaced. A slim silver laptop sat on
Chapter 21(A Choice. A Decision)The luxury rideshare was a silent, oscillating cocoon of ambient LED lighting and the smell of expensive synthetic leather. Outside the tinted windows, the city of high-tech glass and low-income shadows blurred into a streak of indistinguishable grey. Amari leaned
Chapter 19(Two Sides)The heavy oak door of the Warren mansion clicked shut, and the silence of the vast space rushed in to greet Pearl.She placed her bags on the neat kitchen table—nothing fancy about what she bought. Just a few new organisational bins for the pantry
Chapter 25(Self-awareness)Pearl took a step back, then another, her flops whispering against the stone as if even the ground understood she had overstepped.She shouldn’t have come out here.She should have stayed in the kitchen, with her glass of water and the illusion of distance. But his earli
Chapter 24(The Night Garden)The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and the faint sting of chlorine from the heated pool. Hidden amber lights traced the garden paths, casting long, deliberate shadows across the stone like something carefully staged.Ace was already at th







