LOGINThe soft hum of the engine filled the narrow space like a distant echo from a dream that had not fully released her yet. Naomi stirred slowly beneath the soft blanket covering her body. Her head still felt heavy, her throat dry, and every breath felt like waking after a long illness. It took several
In the end, Lydia gave a faint smile. “No. Of course not.”“Let’s move,” Cale said flatly.They left the suite at a brisk pace. The hotel corridor looked calm, too calm, with thick carpet swallowing the sound of footsteps and warm yellow lights making everything appear normal. Yet that very stillnes
Three knocks sounded at the suite door, soft but clear enough to cut through the tension hanging in the air. No one moved for a fraction of a second. It was as if the entire room had stopped breathing together.Lydia, standing near the table, instinctively turned toward the door. Her fingers were gr
Don Falcon’s office occupied the highest floor of the mansion, overlooking a stretch of city that seemed small beneath the vast glass windows. But that morning, no one in the room dared appreciate the view. The air felt heavy, dense with pressure that came entirely from the man seated behind the gle
“Not if it’s treated immediately.” The doctor looked at Cale calmly. “But she needs complete rest. No stress, no fear, and she must not be left alone.”Lydia raised a brow. “That last part sounds important.”Dr. Weber took out fever medication and wrote an additional prescription. “I’ll give her an
The hotel room door flew open harder than usual. Fast footsteps entered the main suite, followed by a rush of cold air from the hallway before the door could close again.Cale came in first, still wearing the same suit he had left in that morning. His face was unreadable, but the tight line of his j
“You should probably head home first, Mr. Daven,” Arsen suggested, glancing at him. Daven had been staring straight ahead at the road, his expression far too calm and much quieter than he’d been on the drive from SunCity to Mighatan. Was it because they’d just visited his grandmother’s grave?Arsen
The room fell silent. Her final words lingered in the air, heavy, pressing, leaving an ache of unanswered questions in their wake.A short-haired reporter rose slowly to his feet; his eyes locked on the screen as if searching Althea’s face for the truth. He lifted his hand, and his voice rang out cl
Althea looked at him in confusion but eventually rose to her feet. Her heart churned with questions, each one darker than the last, anger swelling with every beat—especially because Daven’s name was once again being tied to hers.How could something so absurd, so utterly reckless, spread like wildfi
Vanessa’s face was a wreck. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but instead of sympathy, the reporters cheered at the sight, capturing every drop as proof of her downfall.Then, suddenly, the feed shifted again. Vanessa’s image vanished, replaced by the gleaming lobby of a grand building. The massive log







