LOGINThe office door burst open so hard it slammed violently against the wall.
“Police! Nobody move!”The room instantly exploded into chaos.Madam Rosa gasped loudly as armed officers rushed inside from every direction. Heavy boots pounded against the floor while men in black tactical uniforms flooded the club aggressively, shouting orders left and right.“Get down!”“Hands where we can see them!”“Move!”Girls started screaming.Some men tried running.OthersSleep never came easily that night. Daniella lay awake beside Christian, staring at the ceiling while his arm rested comfortably around her waist. His breathing was slow and even, completely unaware of the battle raging inside her mind.Tomorrow. Seven o’clock. Come alone.The mysterious waitress’s words replayed over and over inside her head. She hated lying to Christian. She hated it even more because she knew exactly what he would say if she told him: You’re not going alone. And if he came… the waitress would disappear forever.Daniella carefully slipped out of bed without waking him. She walked barefoot toward the balcony, wrapping her robe tightly around herself as the cool night breeze brushed against her skin. The Harper mansion slept peacefully beneath the moonlight. For a few moments she allowed herself to breathe. To think.Angela. Sophia. Julian. The mysterious man. Now the waitress. Every answer only seemed to create three more questions.A pair of warm hands suddenly wrap
The moment the waitress turned toward the service elevators, Daniella’s instincts surged to life.She didn’t stop to think. She didn’t pause to consider whether she might be walking straight into another trap. She simply followed.The woman moved quickly, weaving through the bustling hallway filled with employees carrying documents and assistants hurrying between departments. She kept her head lowered, avoiding eye contact with anyone, but every few seconds she glanced nervously over her shoulder, as if she already sensed someone trailing her.Daniella stayed several steps behind, careful not to draw attention to herself.The service elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. The waitress stepped inside.Just before the doors closed, Daniella slipped in after her.The woman stiffened instantly.For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Only the low hum of the elevator filled the tense silence.The digital display climbed slowly.Twenty-four…Twenty-five…Twenty-six…Daniella folded h
Daniella remained frozen behind her office desk long after the call ended, her fingers still wrapped tightly around the receiver. The silence that followed felt louder than the man’s voice had ever been. She slowly placed the phone back onto its cradle, her heartbeat thundering so violently she could hear it echoing in her ears.“I know you were at Le Noir.”Only one sentence. No threats. No shouting. No demands. Just a simple statement. Somehow, that frightened her more than anything else. Whoever the man was, he hadn’t called to scare her. He had called to let her know she was being watched.She stood up abruptly and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. From twenty-eight floors above the streets, everything below looked deceptively ordinary—cars crawling through traffic, people hurrying along the sidewalks. Nothing suggested that someone could be watching her every move. Yet the feeling clung to her like a shadow.A soft knock interrupte
Morning arrived quietly over the Harper mansion, but peace was the last thing either of them felt. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the polished wooden floor. Daniella opened her eyes slowly, still disoriented, until the events of the previous night crashed back into her mind with brutal clarity.Angela had disappeared. Someone had threatened her. And Christian had almost seen the notebook she had been using to connect the pieces together.She sat upright immediately. The other side of the bed was empty. Christian was already awake. She glanced at the clock—seven thirty. He never left without waking her. A strange, uneasy feeling settled deep in her stomach.She freshened up quickly and headed downstairs. The dining room was unusually quiet, with only Mrs. Evelyn, the housekeeper, arranging breakfast on the table.“Good morning, Miss Daniella.”“Good morning. Where’s Christian?”“He
Christian stood motionless in the middle of the garden, the phone still pressed to his ear long after the call had ended. The fairy lights overhead swayed gently in the evening breeze, their warm glow powerless against the sudden, suffocating heaviness that had fallen over them.Daniella stared at him, her heart tightening with unease. His face had gone completely expressionless—a blank mask that frightened her far more than any outburst of anger ever could.“…Christian?” she whispered.He slowly lowered the phone and met her gaze. “Angela disappeared.”For a few stunned seconds, Daniella could only blink, the words refusing to settle. “What do you mean… disappeared?”“My security team went to bring her in for questioning,” he said, his voice flat. “They got there too late.” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration radiating from every rigid line of his body. “Her apartment was empty. No luggage. No phone. No laptop. No documents. Nothing.”Daniella frowned, searching his face.
The study door creaked open slowly. Christian stepped inside, wearing only a pair of dark lounge pants that hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled from sleep, and his face carried deep lines of concern rather than suspicion. His eyes immediately found Daniella seated at the desk in front of the glowing laptop screen.“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough with worry.Daniella’s heart slammed against her ribs. Only seconds earlier, she had barely managed to close the audio file and minimize every incriminating window, leaving nothing but random financial reports open on the screen. She forced a small, fragile smile onto her lips.“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered.Christian moved behind her without hesitation, his strong hands settling gently on her shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent a wave of guilt crashing through her.“You’re working at two in the morning?” he murmured, disbelief and tenderness mingling in his tone.“I’m trying to distract myself,” she replied soft
“What?”The word left Daniella’s lips slowly, almost like she wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly. Her brows pulled together in confusion as she stared at him, searching his face for any sign that this was some kind of joke. But Christian wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even slightly amused. Hi
Christian stood in the middle of his room, his chest rising and falling slowly as he stared blankly at nothing. The blood dripping off his hands to the floor reflected the chaos inside him, his hand still bleeding slightly from the force he had used earlier.“Daniella?” He whispered slowly, his mi
Morning came faster than ever, Christian growled his way out of bed as he headed straight to the bathroom to have a quick shower. His lips were curved into a beautiful smile, today he was going to be having a meeting with Mr Thompson, his stomach twitched a bit, some part of the thought got him a
Christian’s jaw dropped as he saw the headlines and the picture on David's phone. “What’s this supposed to mean?” He swallowed. “Unfortunately this lady got angry about some unfinished deal with the company and your secretary didn’t handle her deal well, so I think she got upset and is now decidi







