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
Eli swallowed hard. Her gaze flickered from one face to another, all of them waiting—expecting her to speak. Yet when she tried to open her mouth, her throat felt unbearably dry, as if sharp thorns were lodged there, blocking her voice.She lowered her head, fingers twisting together tightly on her
That morning continued as it normally would—or at least, that was how it appeared.Riana settled back into her chair with measured movements, but anyone who knew her well would recognize the truth: her anger was being forced into submission by sheer dignity. The teacup in front of her had gone cold,
The car came to a stop in the apartment parking area, the engine shutting off slowly.“We’ve arrived, ma’am,” the driver said before hurrying to open the door for them.Selena stepped out first, her movements light. She adjusted her hair, picked up her bag, and walked ahead without looking back. Wit
Eli had no choice but to nod, even though the weight in her chest felt unbearable.They kept walking toward the crowd—toward the towering glass-fronted building—where cameras were already raised, microphones lined up, and bright lights blazing, ready to capture whatever was about to happen.This cle







