Se connecter“This is all your fault, Rach!”Theo’s scream ripped through the suffocating silence of the grand foyer, echoing off the high marble ceilings before he slammed his clenched fist into the wall. The wall cracked beneath the impact, dust settling over the polished floor.Rach rattled violently where she stood, every nerve in her body screaming at her to run. The sheer fury radiating off him made the air feel thin and cold. Yet, despite the terrifying tremor running through her bones, she forced her jaw steady. She lifted her chin, swallowing down the lump of fear lodged in her throat.“I’m sorry, Theo,” Rach said, her voice clear despite the terror clawing at her chest. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I swear I didn’t know.”In a flash, Theo closed the distance between them. His fingers coiled around her throat, squeezing just enough to cut off her air and force her gaze into his. His eyes—once filled with sharp, calculating ambition—had darkened into pitch-black voids consumed
Selin leaned back in her chair, the silence in her office shattered by the sharp ringing of her phone. When she answered, Carlos’s voice on the line carried news that sent a cold wave of anticipation through her: Theo and Rach had backed themselves into a corner. The predatory contract agreement they had so eagerly signed was now plunging their company into a catastrophic crisis.Sensors sharp with curiosity and quiet malice, Selin grabbed her keys and drove straight to Carlos’s corporate suite. Upon arriving, she slipped into an adjacent, glass-partitioned observation room, remaining hidden in the shadows as she waited for the doomed pair to arrive.It wasn't long before the heavy double doors flew open. Theo and Rach rushed in, their faces pale and eyes wide with desperation. The first person standing in their way was Carlos himself.Unbothered by their panic, Carlos looked entirely calm and composed. He leaned against the edge of his mahogany desk, casually flicking lighter sparks
“Noah, get out.”Selin’s voice cut through the quiet tension of the office like a finely honed blade—cold, deliberate, and entirely devoid of warmth. She raised a trembling hand, her index finger pointing rigidly toward the open heavy mahogany door.“Selin, please... I’m so sorry,” Noah pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. He stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot, searching her face for even the faintest flicker of the woman who used to look at him with devotion. “I’m begging you. Just give me a second chance. Just one.”Selin didn’t yell. She didn’t hurl curses or throw things. Instead, she hardened her heart, erecting wall after wall until she was an impenetrable fortress. She signaled silently to the guards standing just outside her threshold. Within seconds, two burly men stepped into the office, firmly wrapping their hands around Noah’s arms to usher him out.As Noah was dragged back, still pleading her name, Selin squeezed her eyes shut. She swallowed hard, trying to abso
The next morning, as Selin sat at her desk reviewing reports, Noah stepped into her office. In his hands was a massive bouquet of fresh blossoms, accompanied by a stack of meticulously wrapped gifts.Selin looked up, her brow knitting in confusion as her eyes wandered over the overwhelming pile. "What is all this for?""It’s my way of saying thank you," Noah said softly.He placed the gifts on her desk, but deep in his heart, he hoped they spoke a language far beyond gratitude. These offerings weren’t just a simple token of thanks; they were a plea wrapped in ribbon—a desperate bid to show his sincerity and win back the woman he had lost.Selin leaned back, her expression unreadable. "Noah, what exactly are you thanking me for?""For saving the Miller estate," he replied, his voice laced with gentle warmth. "For saving us.""I didn't do it for you," Selin said coldly, drawing an unmistakable line between them. "I did it for Grandma. If it weren't for her memory and her legacy, I would
Noah cleared his throat. For a fraction of a second, the overwhelming weight of his regrets—and the fierce, aching longing he had buried for so long—threatened to spill over. He wanted to tell her everything."Nothing," he said simply, looking away to avoid her gaze.Selin really has changed, he thought, his voice no more than a whisper that only he could hear. The wife I once abandoned has become completely untouchable.Inside the office, Selin had made her boundaries crystal clear. Between Noah and herself, the lines were drawn with absolute precision during office hours, they were colleagues outside these walls, they were total strangers.An hour later, Selin met with Carlos. She was thoroughly impressed with his performance—he had executed her instructions without a single hitch."Miss Sever, I’ve completed everything you asked for," Carlos said, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs."Good. I saw the results, and I'm very satisfied," Selin replied, taking a deep,
The sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private lounge, bathing the leather and polished mahogany in a cold, artificial gleam. Across the glass table, Mr. Carlos adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp eyes flicking from the leather-bound folder to the young man sitting opposite him. Theo Cruz sat with an air of unearned swagger, a man convinced he was the smartest person in the room. Beside him, Rach sat quietly, her presence an afterthought he wore like a piece of cheap jewelry. When Carlos had first reviewed Theo’s proposal, he had recognized its foundation immediately. It bore the indisputable, high-caliber mark of the Miller Group’s strategic architecture. But Theo, in his desperate rush to climb the corporate ladder, had loaded the deal with reckless incentives. He was offering astronomical profit splits and equity shares—terms so lavish they bordered on lunacy. Under normal circumstances, Carlos would have laughed the amateur out of his office. But Carlos was not acting
One week had crawled by like a lifetime. When the discharge papers were finally signed, Selin walked out of the hospital alone. During those seven days of recovery, the silence in her room had been deafening. There were no visits from Noah, no flowers, and no home-cooked meals. She had survived on
The hospital hallways smelled of sterile salt and panic. Noah paced the floor outside the emergency wing, his expensive suit stained with Rach’s blood and the grime of the road. His hands trembled—not from the cold, but from the terror of losing the only woman he had ever truly wanted.Behind the d
Selin prepared Noah’s favorite meal, carefully packing it into containers and ensuring every detail was perfect. She drove to his office, her heart light with the hope of finally sharing the news of her pregnancy. But as she reached his door, she heard voices drifting from inside—Noah and Rach."N
Five years ago, Selin married Noah Miller, the heir to a vast tycoon empire. It was an arrangement born of duty, orchestrated by Noah’s grandmother and Selin’s mother, who had served the Miller family as a maid for decades.Tonight marked their fifth anniversary. Selin sat alone in the restaurant o







