INICIAR SESIÓNOne thing Amora realized the moment she woke up this morning: she had forgotten something crucial yesterday. Her phone. That slim device was still in Maverick’s hands, cutting off her entire access to the outside world. Yet instead of lamenting her fate or throwing a tantrum, Amora actually felt much more refreshed. Last night, for the first time in a long while, she had slept peacefully without the shadow of that man’s intimidation haunting her.The freedom she had reclaimed—even at the cost of her marriage—made Amora feel completely restored.Amora stood before the large mirror in her room, examining her appearance with a smile that had finally returned to her face. Today, the President Director of Shane Group had to look perfect. She chose an emerald-green formal blazer paired with matching culottes, creating a firm yet elegant impression while subtly concealing her still-flat stomach. Her long hair, usually left loose, was now styled into a modern bun with a few strands of bangs f
The 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
The collision of their bodies echoed once more. The two women attacked each other without mercy, as if the world belonged only to the two of them. Amora tried to stand, but Lucy yanked her back down, sending them both crashing onto the floor again. Amora’s hair was torn at, and her cheek became the
“Vicktor… I—”Amora’s voice was abruptly cut off.“Elisha, enough. Stop making excuses,” Vicktor said softly yet firmly. His breath was close enough to brush against Amora’s face. “Why do we have to keep avoiding this truth?”Vicktor’s eyes didn’t blink. From such a close distance, Amora’s beauty s
In truth, Amora had never expected—even in the slightest—that Vicktor would invite her on a holiday. Yes, a holiday—and what made it even more unbelievable—without Lucy, the man’s legal wife. Vicktor suddenly asked Amora and Kelly to go with him to a small villa near the beach, far from the noise o
“Vick, what are they going to do?” Amora whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t know,” Vicktor replied softly, trying to stay calm even though his own breathing was unsteady. “Maybe… maybe they’re robbers?” Amora swallowed hard. “My suitcase is still in the living room. My work laptop is in th







