LOGINDon 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
“Like what?”“Being… warm to strangers.”Lydia chewed slowly before answering. “No. I’m selective.”“Then why me?”“I don’t know,” Lydia said lightly. “Maybe fate?”That answer left Naomi quiet.To shift the mood, Lydia began talking about small, ordinary things. About a woman named Althea who, in h
Morning crept slowly into the hotel suite, still wrapped in silence. The heavy curtains had not been fully opened, leaving only pale lines of light stretched across the floor. In the guest room, Naomi woke with ragged breaths, her body drenched in cold sweat. Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, a
Morning arrived in Berlin beneath a pale sky, the air still carrying the last bite of the night’s cold. On the upper floor of Brandon’s modern office tower, the main conference room had been prepared an hour earlier. A long wooden table was lined with final documents, the presentation screen already
“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







