MasukChapter One Hundred and Fifty EightRichard stood outside Damien’s door longer than he intended to. His hand hovered near the handle, then dropped, then lifted again. It had become a habit lately standing there, thinking of what to say, how to say it, and whether anything he said would even matter. Inside, the room was quiet. Too quiet for someone who used to fill every space with presence, even when he said nothing.He finally pushed the door open gently.Damien was sitting by the window, not really looking outside, just there. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his hands resting loosely on his knees, his face calm in a way that didn’t feel like peace. It felt like he had simply stopped trying.“Damien,” Richard called softly.No response.Richard stepped in fully and closed the door behind him. “I need to talk to you.”Damien didn’t turn. “You’re already talking.”That small response should have felt like progress, but Richard knew better. It was just resistance wrapped in tiredne
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Seven Richard sat alone in his study, his reading glasses resting low on his nose as he stared at his phone longer than necessary. The message had come in just a few minutes ago, yet he had already read it more times than he could count.Hart Psychiatrist and Wellness.The name stood out clearly on the screen, followed by a short message from Anthony.Hope this helps.Richard leaned back slowly in his chair, exhaling under his breath as if the simple act of breathing had become something he had to remind himself to do. His fingers tightened slightly around the phone before he placed it gently on the desk, careful, almost deliberate, as though even that small movement required thought.For the first time in a long while, something inside him felt close to relief.Not full relief. Not peace. But something close enough to it that he didn’t push it away immediately.Minnesota.He repeated it in his mind, trying to picture the place. It didn’t sound too far.
Chapter 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 Twenty-One His eyes opened slowly. Clara wasn’t there. He swung his legs off the bed, noticing the quiet of the apartment. The kitchen was where he heard soft movements. Clara was there. She had been moving quietly, her blonde hair brushing her shoulders, as she stirred something in th
Chapter Nineteen “Girlll, I heard the new bride to Damien is a doctor,” Naya said loudly through the phone. “A psychiatrist for that matter. His dad did all this to get Damien back to his senses.”Clara froze. The way her face changed immediately, even Naya could feel it through the call.Clara dr
Chapter TwentyHe hugged her from behind as soon as he stepped inside.She stiffened for a second, letting out a soft gasp, pretending to be surprised. But through the corner of her eyes, she had already seen him outside her window upstairs. She had been waiting, watching, planning every reaction.
Chapter 25 Clara unlocked the door to her apartment, already smiling at her phone. She planned to check the new messages from John again before changing her clothes, but as soon as she turned on the living room light, she froze. Damien was sitting on her couch. She almost screamed. “Damien?”







