เข้าสู่ระบบ78. Like They Were Still MarriedLucien woke slowly.For one second, before his mind fully caught up, he turned toward the bed beside him.Empty.He stayed like that for a moment, looking at the space where she had been. The pillow. The blanket folded back on her side. She had been careful when she left. Quiet enough not to wake him.He sat up.Looked at the room.He had once had her completely, every morning, every quiet hour, and he had treated it like furniture. Like something that would always be there. And now every moment she stayed felt conditional, like she was allowing it rather than choosing it, and the difference between those two things was something he was only beginning to understand.He got up.Fixed his feet into his slippers and walked to the door. Pulled it open and stepped into the hallway. It was quiet as always. No staff in sight. Nothing. Something clenched somewhere in his chest. He took in a slow breath and moved forward. He heard her before he saw her.He wa
77. If There's Anything Left Of Us...The study doors opened without a knock.Mr. Vale looked up from his desk immediately.Sasha walked in. Crossed the room without hurrying. Sat down in the chair opposite him without being invited to.Fiona stayed near the door.Mr. Vale set down his pen. He looked at his daughter the way he looked at things that had stopped behaving predictably."You seem to have forgotten how doors work," he said.Sasha crossed one leg over the other. "I've decided I'll be taking over Vale Enterprises."A pause.Then he laughed. Short. Genuine in its disbelief."Is that right.""Yes."He leaned back in his chair. "On what basis exactly?""On the basis that I'm your daughter and the only person in this family who has spent the last several years actually building something.""Building something." He repeated it like it tasted wrong. "You've been chasing a Voss marriage for years, Sasha. That's not building. That's waiting.""And whose strategy was that originally?"
76. Soft Clothes, Sharp Feelings"You scared half the house," Adrian said, dropping into the chair beside the bed like he owned it. "Genuinely. Camille was outside crying into her apron.""I'm fine," Lucien said."You look terrible," Damien said from the doorway, arms crossed."Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment."Lucien looked between them. "Did you come here to assess my appearance or was there something else?"Adrian leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "We came because Jace called and said you'd collapsed and we're your friends, so." He gestured vaguely. "Here we are.""I'm fine," Lucien said again."You keep saying that," Damien said, finally moving into the room. He sat on the edge of the sofa, unhurried, the way he did everything. "Nobody believes you."A short silence."The doctor cleared me," Lucien said."The doctor also said if you do it again it won't be as mild." Adrian tilted his head. "His words, not mine."Lucien said nothing to that.Damien was watching him. Not ob
75. You Don't Get To Die NowAfter what felt like ages, Lucien finally moved.Slowly, carefully, he lifted one leg off the bed."Don't move".The voice came soft— but firm enough to stop him instantly.Lucien froze, his leg pausing midair.His eyes shifted toward the figure beside him.Dahlia was awake now.Her hair was slightly messy from sleep, strands falling loosely around her face. Her blazer was gone, leaving only the fitted cream blouse beneath, sleeves rolled carelessly to her elbows like she had forgotten about them entirely.Their eyes met.Hers were neither warm nor cold.Just tired."Doctor's instructions", she said quietly as she pushed herself upright.Lucien said nothing.He only looked at her.And for a brief second, she looked back too.Then she broke eye contact first."I'll get the doctor". She turned toward the door."Wait".The word came out rougher than he intended. Not harsh. Not soft either. Just unfamiliar— like someone relearning how to speak after being sil
74. The Only Thing Left To Give"Sir, this could have been our chance," Sam said, the moment they stepped inside."We could have labeled Mr Voss unstable. Had you take over the company. Everything else follows from there."Liam stopped walking.His hands found his pockets.Right.It could have been exactly that. An opportunity handed to him without effort, without planning, without any of the careful years he had spent positioning himself for exactly this kind of moment.And he had walked away from it.His jaw pressed together."You may leave, Sam," he said. Quiet. Final.Sam opened his mouth. Thought better of it. Bowed and left.The room settled into silence.Liam walked to the mini bar. Poured a glass of whiskey. Took a sip. Then another.His mind went back to the Voss manor. To the corridor. To the shape of his brother folded against the doorframe, knees drawn up, shoulders shaking.Lucien.Calling her name in the dark like it was the only word he had left.Liam took another mouth
73. Ashes and WhiskeyIt was morning again. Thin gray streaks of dawn spread across the sky, bleeding softly through the city as if the world itself was still deciding whether to wake up or not. Sasha stood at her window, hands resting quietly on the windowsill, eyes focused on something only her could see. Her eyes were dull, almost as if the life in them had a quietly packed up and fled overnight. A knock. Simple yet heard."Come in" Sasha said, voice hoarse. She reached for the glass of water on her bedside table. She took a sip. Fiona walked in. "Miss" she said, her eyes doing a careful sweep of the room before finally settling on Sasha. She looked...thin. Frail in a way she hadn't been a week ago. "What do you have?" Sasha asked, not sparing Fiona a glance. "I got every information about Miss Winters, including her family", she paused. "However, there's nothing that could be used against them".Sasha looked at Fiona. She didn't say anything. Fiona inhaled slowly. "Here's
34. The smile he lost....Morning came quickly. Too quickly. Dahlia stood at the veranda, a cup of her favorite coffee in hand. Her mind was everywhere, thoughts scattering in every direction no matter how hard she tried to keep them together. Her phone chimed. She sighed in relief. A distractio
32. Nothing Exhilarating...Their eyes rested on each other's—Lucien and Dahlia— for just a fraction of a second. In that breathless pause, everything unsaid pressed between them. Then they stood. Elegant. Composed. Untouchable. Exactly the way two people with too much history were expected to
31. Glances, Gold and Glasses...The dinner was meant to mark a new beginning. But instead, it gathered too many unfinished things in one room. The venue sat high above the city, glass walls holding in soft gold lights and quiet power. Executives from DAH Global mingled with members of the Voss E
30. At His side...Next Morning. The conference room at Nine Lives Hotel hummed with quiet precision. Glass walls. Soft lights. A long polished table reflecting the faces that knew how to smile for investors and cameras alike. Mr Fisher sat at the head, relaxed, satisfied. The proposal lay before







