LOGINWhat does Riana Miller want to ask Althea? I'm afraid... they won't accept Althea. It would be really painful for Althea. What do you think? Ah, to my readers, could you please leave a 5-star review for this story? I would be very grateful if you would do that for me.
“I don’t need the details,” Brandon shot back. “I’ve seen enough of the pattern you play. You’re still preying on the weak just to squeeze money out of them.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on Falcon, relaxed yet cutting. “That’s… pathetic.”The room fell silent again.Juan didn’t int
“You’ve been expected, Young Master. The Master is waiting for you,” one of the servants said as soon as he arrived.Brandon barely spared the man a glance. His eyes moved instead to the building in front of him. It stood tall and imposing, all grandeur and elegance wrapped in luxury. But to him, it
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.Lydia frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Cale—”“I want to talk to her.”Lydia held his gaze, clearly displeased with the way he said it. But after a few seconds, she let out a quiet breath. She glanced briefly at Naomi, silently assuring her that ev
“Get in,” Cale ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lydia only glanced at him. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions pressing at the back of her throat, but… her husband’s face told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.She gav
Hi my lovely readers,Sorry for the late update. There won't be a new chapter for "His Regret" today. I'll be back tomorrow to continue Lydia and Cale's story.Don't miss out!Thank you, Canis
“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
“I’ve already asked Callister Group’s PR team to handle the reporters who’ve started showing up. Most of them are reaching out by phone and email.”Ever since Vanessa’s story broke, both Daven’s and Arsen’s phones hadn’t stopped ringing. In the end, Daven turned his off, unwilling to let the noise i
Confusion and fear were etched across her face. Instinctively, she gripped Chase’s hand tighter, clinging to it as though it was the only thing keeping her steady.Daniel’s low voice rumbled through the room, quiet but cutting. “Most likely, Vanessa knows because she has someone shadowing Daven. Eve
Chase veered off in the opposite direction, down another corridor—the one that would lead him straight to the press. Every now and then, Althea glanced back, making sure there was nothing chasing at her heels.“Miss Grayson, Mr. Chris’s car is waiting just outside,” Jennifer informed her gently, pul
“Are you ready?” Theo asked, his expression smug, as if victory had already rested in his hands. Since morning, he had stationed himself in his daughter’s apartment, unwilling to risk anyone capturing a photograph of Vanessa appearing too “close” to that assistant of hers. For now, he had to craft t







