LOGINThe building rose high in the heart of Berlin’s business district, its wide glass panels reflecting the bright midday sky while the traffic below moved in steady order. The car carrying Cale came to a smooth stop at the main entrance, and without delay, a staff member stepped forward to greet him wi
Morning came quietly.Breakfast passed in a strange silence, not awkward, but not comfortable either. The soft clink of cutlery filled the space, occasionally broken by a quiet breath, but no real conversation followed.Lydia looked at her plate more often than at Cale. It wasn’t that she lacked app
The question didn’t receive an immediate answer from Cale.Instead, he let out a long breath and leaned back against the sofa. He gestured for his wife to come closer—but Lydia didn’t move. If anything, her gaze sharpened, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest.“Answer my question first, Cal
And somehow, that made everything feel even more intense.Every now and then, Lydia glanced at him. Without realizing it, she kept wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue—a small gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. It pulled a knowing smile from Cale.The elevator doors slid open.They walked towa
“Are you… seriously expecting me to keep wearing this?” Lydia whispered, disbelief clear in her voice as she walked with something still inside her.“What do you think?” Cale shot her a teasing glance, his arm slipping around her waist in an affectionate hold. “Should I increase the intensity, my lo
“I could do it,” Lydia replied before she had time to think it through.“Then there’s no problem.” His tone was far too casual.And somehow, that was exactly what unsettled her.“Cale,” she said, her voice softer now as she looked at him, “you’re really impossible.”“Maybe.”“This is a public place.
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
“The news just won’t die down,” Daven muttered, collapsing into the chair behind his desk. His tired eyes lingered on the pile of documents the legal team had already handled. “Damn Vanessa. She’s pulling every string she has.”Arsen stood on the other side of the desk, delivering his report in a gr
“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







