LOGINThe doctor who had arrived fifteen minutes earlier at Vicktor’s residence finally closed his medical bag with a relieved sigh. He had just finished examining Kelly—asking the little girl to open her mouth, shining a small flashlight into her eyes, and posing a few simple questions.Kelly complied obediently, though she occasionally furrowed her brows, as if finding the examination strange.Behind the doctor, Vicktor and Amora stood side by side. Neither of them dared to speak; they only exchanged hopeful glances.“There’s nothing unusual,” the doctor finally said, turning to them. “All her responses are normal.”Vicktor let out the long breath he had been holding.“Thank God, Kelly has recovered from her amnesia,” the doctor continued, his tone light yet filled with certainty.Vicktor’s eyes immediately grew glassy. He turned to Amora, an emotional smile forming on his face, before stepping closer and embracing his daughter’s small body, still lying on the bed.“Thank goodness, my chi
The 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
The atmosphere during lunch at the villa felt calmer compared to this morning. After cleaning and treating the scratch wound on Amora’s cheek, Vicktor tried to ease the tension that had filled the air. The dining table was filled with simple dishes, yet they were enough to make Kelly eat heartily.
Elisha immediately approached the villa staff as soon as she stepped out of the main door. Her face was still pale, her breath not yet steady, but her anxiety outweighed the pain she felt.“Excuse me, is there a clinic nearby?” she asked quickly.The female staff member frowned. “There’s no clinic
Lucy grabbed the large suitcase the maid had placed at the foot of the bed. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from a fury she could no longer contain. She shoved several clothes into the suitcase with harsh, jerking motions, as if every piece of fabric were years of accumulated resentment.“Don
Vicktor glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. Nine fifteen. Elisha should have arrived fifteen minutes ago.The man stood behind his desk, both hands resting on the surface of the dark wood. His gaze pierced the glass window of the twentieth-floor office, yet his mind was not truly ther







