LOGINThe director’s office felt eerily calm, yet beneath that stillness lingered an invisible tension. Behind a large desk with an elegant design, Vicktor Caldwell sat with an aura of complete control. Meanwhile, Amora stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the desk in front of them.Vicktor lifted his phone and dialed his secretary’s number.“Please bring the scheduled documents to my office immediately,” he said shortly, his tone firm and without preamble.“Yes, Mr. Vicktor.”The call ended.Beside him, Amora could no longer hide her restlessness. Her fingers intertwined, occasionally tapping softly against the surface of the desk. Her gaze was filled with both hope and ambition.“Impatient?” Vicktor asked, glancing at her briefly with a faint smile.Amora lifted her chin slightly. “Of course. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.”Before Vicktor could respond, a knock sounded at the door.“Come in.”The door opened slowly. A woman in formal attire stepped inside with confiden
That morning came as a shock to Amora.Her eyes opened slowly, but within seconds, her body stiffened. She jolted, her heart pounding rapidly as her awareness returned in full. Something was wrong. Very wrong.Her breath caught in her throat.Beside her, a man was sleeping soundly.Vicktor.His body was still wrapped in a thick blanket, his face calm, as if last night had been nothing more than an ordinary night that meant nothing at all. A stark contrast to Amora, who was now overwhelmed by confusion and panic.“What happened last night?” she whispered softly, her voice trembling.Her hand moved reflexively, pulling the blanket—and that was when her eyes widened. She stared at her own body, bare of any clothing.“Damn…!” she hissed under her breath.A cold chill ran down her spine. Fragments of last night returned in blurred pieces—drinks, dizziness, her body going weak… then darkness.“Did he enjoy my body last night?” she muttered, this time with a tone full of anger and vengeance.
The romantic dinner was supposed to end on a sweet note, yet the night drifted on without anyone realizing. The dim lights, the clinking of glasses, and the soft melody of the music created an atmosphere that felt warm—too warm, to the point that Amora began to lose control.The girl let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed. The glass of wine in her hand lifted again without hesitation.“Amora, that’s enough,” Vicktor’s voice came out firmer than before.But Amora only shook her head lightly, her eyes beginning to droop. “One more… just one more, Vick,” she murmured softly.Vicktor let out a long sigh. He knew Amora had gone too far. Without waiting any longer, he took the glass from her hand.“No. We’re going home now.”Amora didn’t resist. Her body was already too weak to even protest. Her head drooped slowly, nearly touching the table.Vicktor immediately stood up, settling the bill quickly. After that, he wrapped an arm around Amora and carefully guided her out of the restaurant.
The room suddenly felt cramped, as if the air itself was holding its breath along with them. Only Vicktor and Amora remained, standing there with emotions that had yet to recover from the shock of Lucy suddenly collapsing.Amora lowered her head, her fingers tightly clasped together, as if she were truly overwhelmed with guilt.“Forgive me, Vick. I got carried away by my emotions,” she said softly, her voice deliberately made as fragile as possible.Behind her sorrowful expression, a faint sense of satisfaction was carefully hidden—something she would never allow him to see. Everything had to look perfect. She had to remain the gentle woman in Vicktor’s eyes.Vicktor stepped closer, lifting his hand to gently stroke Amora’s head.“It’s alright, sweetheart. This isn’t your fault,” he said calmly, full of certainty.Amora slowly raised her face, her eyes glistening.“But Lucy fainted…” she continued, her voice trembling.“Maybe Lucy has been under a lot of pressure,” Vicktor replied, tr
It turned out that Vicktor brought Amora to a place she had never once imagined before.The police station.The car they were in came to a stop right in front of the building. The lights had begun to turn on, signaling that the evening was slowly slipping into night. The atmosphere felt cold, making Amora stare out the window with mixed emotions.Before getting out, Vicktor turned off the engine.Amora turned to him, her brows furrowing. “Vick, why are we at the police station?” she asked in confusion. “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a surprise?”Vicktor did not answer immediately. He turned his head slowly, looking at Amora with a serious expression he rarely showed.“The police want to take your statement, El. To investigate the kidnapping case,” he explained calmly. “Are you willing?”Amora fell silent for a moment.The kidnapping case.Those words instantly pulled her memories back to the horrifying incident that had nearly taken her life. Her heart began to beat a little fa
After a long moment of silence, Amora sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand slowly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as she searched for the one contact she needed the most right now—her mother. Without hesitation, she immediately pressed the call button.Once… twice… and then again, over and over.But the answer remained the same. That cold operator’s voice echoed once more, informing her that the number she was trying to reach was not active.Amora slowly lowered her phone, her gaze empty.“What is really going on? Why would Mommy suddenly leave?” she whispered softly, almost inaudible.Her mind felt completely stuck. Not a single possibility made sense. Her mother was not the type of person who would disappear without a word. Since she was a child, that woman had always been there. Always the place she returned to. Always the one she leaned on when the world felt too heavy for Amora.But now…Gone just like that.As if hiding. As if avoiding
The man walked toward the stage, his steps heavy yet full of certainty. With each stride, he drew closer to where Amora stood. Her heart seemed to stop beating, her breath caught in her throat. Goosebumps swept over her as she saw him wearing a strange smile—a smile more terrifying than the devil’s
The plane carrying Amora and her mother finally came to a halt on the runway. The soft screech of the wheels made Amora’s chest tighten. She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself.Their footsteps echoed with steady confidence as they walked through the airport corridor toward the waiting ca
After hanging up, Vicktor slipped his phone back into the inside pocket of his jacket. His gaze went straight to the table where he had left Elisha. But the chair was empty.His brow knit; he hurried over.“Where did Elisha go?” he murmured, glancing left and right, scanning the thinning crowd for
The day had grown late. Golden rays of sunlight pierced through the apartment window. Jessica stood in the living room, her face tense, clutching her phone tightly. Over and over, she dialed Amora’s number, but it was always in vain.“Why isn’t it active? Amora… where are you?” she muttered under h







