LOGINChapter One Hundred and Fifty SixThe afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Greyson mansion, spreading a quiet warmth across the large living room. Richard Greyson sat comfortably on the long leather sofa while a man across from him flipped through a few documents resting on the table between them.Anthony Whitehouse had been Richard’s business partner for many years. Their friendship had started long before the companies they built together began attracting international attention. Through decades of work, negotiations, and investments, Anthony had become one of the few people Richard truly trusted in the business world.Now, as they sat together in the quiet living room, the conversation had nothing to do with stress or conflict. It was simply two men discussing business developments the way they had done countless times before.Anthony placed the papers down and leaned back in his seat.“The Singapore project is progressing better than expected,” he said. “Constru
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty five The laughter from the cafeteria still echoed in Clara’s mind long after she left the room.She walked back toward the cell block with her jaw clenched tightly, trying to keep her face calm as other inmates passed by. Some glanced at her with curiosity, while others ignored her completely. Either way, the humiliation from earlier refused to fade.A failed model.The words replayed in her head again and again.Clara pushed open the metal door of her shared cell and stepped inside. The small space felt even more suffocating than usual. Her cellmate sat on the lower bunk reading a worn magazine, barely lifting her eyes when Clara entered.Clara didn’t say anything. She moved to her own bed and sat down slowly, folding her arms as she stared toward the wall.Her mind refused to settle.The insults from the cafeteria weren’t what bothered her the most. Prison was full of people who enjoyed provoking others. That part she had learned to tolerate.What trul
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty FourPrison was nothing like the life Clara once knew.The days moved slowly there, almost painfully slow, each one blending into the next until time felt like something meaningless. The walls around her were always the same dull color, the air carrying a constant smell that never truly left the building no matter how often the guards ordered cleaning.At first, Clara had believed she wouldn’t stay long.When the sentence was announced, she convinced herself it was temporary. Someone would fix it. Someone always had before. She had spent years surrounding herself with powerful people, wealthy connections, and men who promised protection.She believed one of them would come.But a year had already passed.And no one had come.Clara sat on the edge of the narrow bed inside the shared cell, her arms folded tightly as she stared toward the small window near the ceiling. The opening barely allowed sunlight to enter, and even when it did, the light only lasted
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty ThreeThe hospital had been busy since early morning, and by afternoon the pace had only increased. The reception area was filled with patients waiting for their turn, while nurses moved quickly between departments carrying files and guiding people toward different consultation rooms. A group of doctors stood near the central desk discussing a complicated case, their voices calm but focused as they exchanged opinions.For most of the staff, this level of activity had become normal.But for many of the international visitors walking through the building that day, the hospital was impressive.Several medical observers had arrived earlier that week to study the treatment programs being used there. Some of them followed the nurses through the hallways, quietly taking notes. Others waited outside consultation rooms, watching closely as doctors spoke to patients.Many of those programs had been designed or improved by one person.Dr. Aria.Her name had slowly
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty TwoWhen Damien opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar quiet.For a few seconds he did not remember where he was. His body felt heavy and weak, like every part of him had been drained of strength. His head rested against a cushion, and the ceiling above him came slowly into focus as his vision steadied.Then memory returned.The study.The conversation.His father’s voice explaining what really happened to his mother.Damien slowly turned his head to the side and realized he was lying on the couch in the living room.Across the room, Richard sat in a chair not far away. He had not moved much since Damien had been brought there after the seizure. His posture looked tired, but he remained alert, watching carefully for any sign that another episode might begin.Damien pushed himself slightly upright, resting his back against the couch.Richard noticed immediately.“You should stay down,” he said in a calm voice. “Your body needs
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty OneRichard Greyson was seated in his study when the door suddenly opened without a knock.He looked up immediately.For a brief second, genuine surprise crossed his face before he quickly composed himself.Damien stood at the doorway.He didn’t walk in right away. He simply stood there, shoulders tense, eyes darker than usual, as if he had been carrying something heavy in his mind for a long time.Richard slowly placed the file he had been reading down on the desk.“Damien,” he said calmly.There was no accusation in his voice. No irritation. Just quiet acknowledgment.Damien stepped inside the room, the door closing behind him with a soft sound. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants, but the tension in his posture made it obvious he wasn’t here for a casual visit.Richard watched him carefully but did not interrupt.Damien rarely came to this room voluntarily.The silence stretched between them for several seconds before Damien finally spo
Chapter TwelveThe ride from the private clinic wasn’t long. Damien sat back, scrolling through his phone. Clara’s messages were still there. Dozens of them. He opened one, read it halfway, and dropped the phone on the seat beside him.The car drove through the Grayson estate gate. As usual, the g
Chapter NineRing! Ring! Ring!Clara stared at the phone screen, waiting for him to pick up. But it only rang out.She tried again. Nothing.This had been going on for the past three days.She switched lines and dialed his main number this time, but it went straight to voicemail.Her brows furrowed
Chapter Fourteen(Some days later)The night before the wedding.Aria had resigned from the private clinic.A place she had built her life around.Leaving wasn’t easy — but she had no choice. Her father’s health mattered more than her dreams.She arrived at the hospital, walking through the quiet h
Chapter Eight “Here’s the money, doctor,” Aria said, handing Doctor Anderson a folded check with trembling fingers.The doctor adjusted his glasses and took it from her, his face lighting up with surprise. “That was fast,” he said softly. “You’ve proven to be a good daughter, Aria.”She forced a s







