로그인The morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the guest room curtains, yet the atmosphere still felt cold and suffocating.Last night, for the very first time since Amora had been trapped inside this luxurious mansion, Maverick chose to sleep separately. The man buried his ego deeply, suppressing his dominant desires for one reason alone: he was afraid of stressing Amora and endangering the baby growing inside her womb.Click.The bedroom door opened without a knock.Maverick stepped inside carrying a tray of warm breakfast. As the sole owner of the mansion, of course he held spare keys to every corner of the house.His eyes immediately swept across the room and found Amora sitting absentmindedly on the balcony chair. Her loose nightgown fluttered softly in the morning breeze.Maverick walked toward her with firm steps before placing the tray on the small round table between them. He pulled out the chair across from Amora and sat down.“Eat first. I’ll peel some fruit for you too,”
The sharp scent of antiseptic stung the air as Amora lay on the hospital stretcher. Beside her, the ultrasound monitor still glowed brightly, displaying the image of her womb—the center of everyone’s attention. A middle-aged female doctor in a white coat had just wiped the remaining cold gel from Amora’s still-flat, smooth stomach.Maverick stood not far away. Both of his arms were folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the monitor before slowly shifting toward Amora’s stomach. There was a flicker of concern hidden carefully behind his cold expression.The doctor smiled kindly before adjusting her glasses while looking at the document in her hand.“Well, everything looks normal,” the doctor finally said. Then she glanced between Amora and Maverick. “Mrs. Amora, if I may ask, when was your last menstrual period? And when was the last time you had intercourse with your husband?”The doctor’s innocent question instantly threw an awkward silence into the room. She clearly assumed Mave
“Bring a pregnancy test kit to my room right now! Don’t take forever!”Maverick ended the call abruptly before the man on the other end even had the chance to respond.He tossed his phone carelessly onto the bed. With long strides and hurried breaths, he rushed toward the bathroom door that was still slightly ajar.“Amora! Are you okay in there?” Maverick knocked on the door impatiently, trying to peek inside to make sure the woman was alright.A moment later, the door opened slightly, revealing Amora’s terribly pale face, with traces of water still dampening the corners of her lips and chin. The instant she saw Maverick standing too close, Amora reflexively stepped back dramatically.“Y-you... don’t come near me!” Amora shouted as she turned away, gripping the edge of the sink once more.Strange. Truly strange. For some reason, every time the distance between them disappeared, the intense nausea in Amora’s stomach would immediately return like crashing waves.“Stay away, Mav! I think
Doctor Yanuar’s footsteps echoed hurriedly along the silent second-floor corridor. Behind him, a broad-shouldered bodyguard led the way, unable to hide the anxiety etched across his face.“Straight to the master bedroom, Doc. Mr. Maverick refuses to be taken to the hospital,” the bodyguard whispered as he pushed open the thick oak door at the end of the hallway.Yanuar merely nodded in understanding. As one of the few people Maverick trusted—not only as his personal doctor but also as an old friend—he was already familiar with the man’s stubborn nature.Inside the dimly lit room, Maverick lay on the bed with the top buttons of his shirt undone. The man who usually looked stern and arrogant now appeared pale and exhausted. Yanuar immediately pulled out his stethoscope and skillfully began checking his vital signs.After several silent minutes, Yanuar lowered the stethoscope and let out a long sigh while scribbling something onto a prescription note.“You’re sure I’m fine?” Maverick ask
Eight days. To Vicktor, they felt like eight years. Every passing second had become endless torture since Amora vanished without a trace. His study was now buried beneath stacks of reports from private investigators, all leading to dead ends. It was as if Amora had simply evaporated from the face of the earth.“Vicktor, you haven’t touched your breakfast.”Lucy stepped into the house after returning from dropping Kelly off at kindergarten. But before she could even set down her bag, her steps halted under the sharp, icy stare of the man standing before her.Vicktor ignored her completely. He strode toward her, cutting the distance between them with an aura ready to explode at any second.“Tell me where Amora is!” he barked, his voice hoarse yet filled with menace.Lucy flinched, her face instantly paling. “Honestly, I don’t understand what you mean, Vicktor. The moment I get home, that’s the first thing you ask me?” She forced out a dry laugh, trying to conceal the sudden panic tighte
Night had completely fallen over Maverick’s luxurious mansion, yet for Amora, the darkness felt as though it were crawling into her lungs, suffocating her from the inside. She sat silently at the edge of the king-sized bed covered in cold silk sheets. On the bedside table, the tray of food the servants had delivered two hours earlier remained untouched, even the steam long gone.Amora glanced at her reflection in the large mirror before her. She was wearing a white satin lingerie set with a low-cut design, covered only by a thin robe that barely reached halfway down her thighs. The outfit was both a “shield” and bait. Hidden behind her back was a small silver-handled dagger she had stolen from the kitchen while the servants had been busy preparing dinner earlier.Just one stab, Amora. Only one, and you’ll be free.BANG!The bedroom door burst open without a knock. Amora flinched, but she quickly forced her expression back into a calm mask. Maverick stepped inside with an aura that ins
Amora took a few steps closer to Kelly, who was sitting on the living room floor. The little girl turned around, smiling sweetly, and eagerly showed off her toys. “Aunt El, which Barbie do you want to pick?” she asked innocently, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Amora returned the smile gent
The office corridor buzzed with the rhythm of a busy morning—the sound of clicking keyboards, ringing phones, and soft chatter from employees passing by.Amid the bustling flow, Vicktor walked calmly, holding little Kelly’s tiny hand. Their steps seemed to move in their own quiet world—eyes turned
Amora stood in front of the room’s door, her breath trembling softly. Through the glass, she could see Lucy screaming hysterically, thrashing like someone who had completely lost control. But this time, Amora didn’t retreat. She lifted her chin and forced herself to step inside.“Lucy,” Amora calle
“Vick, stop. I can do this myself,” Amora said softly, holding back Vicktor’s hand as he fussed with a tissue to wipe an orange stain from his shirt. Her voice was gentle, yet firm.“Elisha, I... I’m sorry,” Vicktor murmured, his face lowering in remorse. “I didn’t expect Lucy to go that far.”“Eno







