เข้าสู่ระบบBlack Diamond is something you might love this Christmas.
Sarah’s POV.I sit down beside Mila, but I can’t stay still. My fingers tap against my knees, my chest rising too fast, too light. It’s like something inside me has been locked away for so long that now it doesn’t know how to come out properly.Mila nudges me again. “Relax,” she whispers, but she’s smiling. She knows I won’t.A teacher enters the room, she wears black dress, simple but sharp. Her hair tied back clean, exposing a face that doesn’t need effort to command attention. She doesn’t introduce herself immediately. She walks past us slowly, heels quiet this time, her eyes scanning the room. She introduces herself as Ms. Elena and starts the class without wasting time. We learn basic breathing exercises first. Inhale deep from the belly, hold, then release slowly while making a soft humming sound.I close my eyes and focus only on the air moving through me.Ms. Elena calls a few girls to stand up and demonstrate. When she points at me my heart jumps but I stand anyway. Mila give
Henry’s POV.I take over Victor’s mansion and Jack drives Sarah and me back to our home. I don’t ask her why she was at Victor’s house and she also doesn’t ask me why I knew she was here and came to save her. We keep distant afterward. In the road, we keep silent in the car and Jack drives us home in peace.Morning tomorrow, I decide to organize a vocal class for maids in my house. I do it for Sarah especially, but still I let other maids attend to the class. There are so many elite people became my maids last year. Today is the first day of the year 2026, and I want to gift Sarah by the class in the new year. I head out to my office at 6:00 AM. I don’t have a day off and I don’t need it. I’m a workaholic person, and I’m tough as nail. Our company is brutal workplace. We apply 996 – 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM, 6 days a week.The office is quiet as I take a sip of coffee. I stand by the window, the first light of the year stretching thin across the horizon, pale gold bleeding into the remnant
Sarah’s POV.Victor takes me to a room in floor 2 and orders me to keep silent. After about an hour, Henry opens the door and gets in the room. Victor doesn’t lock the door and let Henry in on purpose.Henry looks at Victor, then shift to me. Victor follows his gaze and smirks, “My brother, your woman tastes good.”The words hit the air like poison, but it doesn’t hurt Henry at all.Jack moves behind Henry, cracking his knuckles. “Say the word.”Victor finally glances at Henry, amused. “You came all this way… for her?”Gunfire echoes somewhere down the hall. Some voices crackle through Henry’s earpiece that something I don’t hear clearly.“Sarah. Now,” Henry says as his voice cuts in, sharper now.I take a step forward but Victor pulls my hair from behind. I cannot move now. My heart is pounding so loud I can barely hear anything.“-MOVE!” the word leaves Henry’s mouth, then everything breaks.I drop instantly as gunfire erupts. Bullets tear through where I’m standing a second ago. Gl
Henry’s POV.How many? It has eight… no ten henchmen. They have hidden muscle, two by the bar, one is behind the pillar. Jack moves faster. A sharp crack echoes through the casino as Jack drives his elbow into the man’s throat.Snap.The man collapses before the scream fully leaves his mouth. Nikolai leans forward, resting his chin on the skull of his cane. “Well,” he says, standing up slowly from his throne, “If you don’t want to play League of Legend, then we would fight in the real world instead.”The atmosphere shifts again. I step closer to him, and my eyes narrow as his words settle in the air. I let out a slow breath, glancing at the men standing in the shadow. They are disciplined now, completely different from the team I have met earlier. I shift my gaze back to Nikolai, “I don’t have time to play with you, kid. The dead is the deal. You lose the game.”“Enough.” The voice cuts through the air like a blade.The footsteps echo across the marble floor. An old man walks forward,
Sarah’s POV.I glance at a tattoo on my wrist – it’s a bird with a broken-wing, the memories float in my mind. I remember I have always passionate about music. My thumb brushes over the broken-wing, back then, it was a symbol of defeat.Now, it feels different. Not healed, but unfinished. I lower my hand slowly. “That girl…” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the city noise “She didn’t disappear, did she?”For a long time I thought she did.The girl who loved music.The girl who believed in herself.And the girl who wasn’t afraid of anything.I exhale slowly and continue to walking down the street, blending into the crowd. I used to sing everywhere: in my room, in the kitchen, even walking home from school. I was the only thing that I felt completely mine.When I was in middle school, it started with a talent show. I remember standing backstage, my hands shaking so badly I had to press them against my skirt to them still.“Next – Sarah Raven.” My name echoed through the
Henry’s POV The snow is still falling even though today is the end of the year. I get into the car, and Jack drives me to the Starlight Sands Casino. This is the biggest deal of the year, so I have to go by myself. If I can sign this contract, my company will be able to trade on the Silk Road in the Asia Pacific region. So I need to win the game to sign the contract. This rule has been in effect for one hundred years. According to the initial arrangement, I can only bring one man along. So I went with Jack, as usual. In the car, I stare at Sarah through my phone. She appears dejected in front of the Chanel store. Does she want to purchase those clothes? I frown, looking at her for a while. I suppose she might go to meet Victor and report everything about me to him but not. As she moves, I put my phone in my pocket because we've arrived at the casino. "Here we are!" Jack raises his voice. As I walk out of the car, the chilly air brushes my skin, and snowflakes fall around me
Sarah’s POV.I can't sleep after getting to the room and garsp on my bed like a stranded fish. I sit up and itch my chin, feeling insane for not having my phone. Phone addiction irritates me; if I don't scroll reels on I* while I'm anxious, the stress eats my soul. I hate how I look at myself. I hat
Henry’s POV.Her eyes flutter open, revealing an emotion between confusion and curiosity. I can't stop smiling at her wonderful reaction."I... I didn't mean to," she stammers, her cheeks blushing delicately. "It's just that.... well..."I can see the confusion in her eyes, as well as the longing th
Sarah’s POV.I open my eyes to find myself in Henry's room. It's so shamless to say this is my room, but I'm comfortable here. I guess Henry brought me here, and I'm grateful because it was him. When a bang arises in my mind, I touch my head. The scene in the restroom where fuckarst touched me come
Henry’s POV.My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened,







