ログインSorry for the slight delay! University classes have been keeping me busy, but I didn't want to rush this chapter. Thank you for reading and supporting the story!"
Sorry for the slight delay! University classes have been keeping me busy, but I didn't want to rush this chapter. Thank you for reading and supporting the story!"
Lunch lasted much longer than anyone expected.By the end of it, Justin had eaten enough food to sustain himself for an entire week and had somehow managed to insult Charlie's family wealth at least six different times."I'm serious," Justin said, pointing his fork at Charlie. "Nobody needs this many desserts."Charlie leaned back in his chair. "And yet you ate three.""That is not the point.""It feels like the point."Aiden laughed into his glass.For a brief moment, everything felt strangely normal.Mrs Kate began clearing the table while Sean excused himself to return to the company headquarters with the documents Damien had requested."So," Charlie said, turning toward Justin with a suspicious smile, "would you like a tour?"Justin narrowed his eyes. "Why?""Because this mansion is beautiful.""It belongs to Damien."Charlie pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. "Again with the emotional damage."Aiden burst out laughing."Go," he told Justin. "Otherwise, he'll complain
Justin had exactly thirty-seven minutes to regret agreeing to Charlie's invitation.The moment the sleek black luxury sedan pulled up outside his apartment building, he had considered pretending he wasn't home. Unfortunately, the driver had stepped out, bowed politely, and addressed him by his full name.There was no escaping after that.Now seated in the back of a car that probably cost more than his future career earnings combined, Justin stared out the tinted window as Monaco's busy streets slowly gave way to quieter roads and increasingly ridiculous properties."This is insane," he muttered for what was probably the fifth time.The driver, maintaining perfect professional silence, didn't respond.Justin sighed dramatically and leaned back against the leather seat."Maybe they're taking me somewhere to harvest my organs."Still no response."Fair enough," he muttered. "I wouldn't answer that either."The car continued down a private road lined with trees that somehow looked expensive
Aiden woke up to the sound of someone speaking. Not immediately. First came the darkness. Then the panic. Then the slow, painful return of reality.His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him. For a brief, terrifying second, he didn't know where he was. His body felt heavy, his head clouded with fragments of a nightmare he couldn't fully remember.No. Not a nightmare. A memory."You're awake." The voice pulled him back completely.Aiden turned his head. Damien was sitting beside the bed, still dressed in yesterday's clothes. His sleeves were rolled up, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that Aiden had never noticed before. For a moment, neither of them spoke.Aiden blinked several times."W-what happened?" he asked quietly.Damien leaned back in the chair."You don't remember?"Aiden frowned. The party.The drinking. The phone call. His eyes widened."Oh my God."He sat upright too quickly and immediately regretted it as his head began to
“Mom, please… I’m sorry.”Aiden’s voice cracked, thin and trembling beneath his own ragged breathing. Tears blurred his vision as they slipped down his bruised cheeks. Blood trickled slowly from the cut near his forehead. The room smelled of iron.He curled tighter against the floor, arms wrapped around himself as if he could shrink small enough to disappear.“Please,” he whispered.“Don’t call me that.”The woman standing over him stared down with open disgust.“I am not the mother of something like you.”Her words cut deeper than the slap. Aiden lowered his head at once, shoulders shaking as he fought to swallow his sobs. He had learned long ago that crying too loudly only made things worse.“Mommy, stop!”Small feet rushed forward. Finn’s tiny hands grabbed their mother’s arm, tears streaming down his round face.“Brother said sorry!”The anger on her face vanished the moment she looked at him. Her voice softened instantly, sweet and practiced.“Sweetheart, don’t cry. Mommy’s not an
Justin had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was following him.At first, he tried to ignore it. University corridors were always crowded, and he told himself he was simply overthinking things. But the sensation didn't disappear. If anything, it grew stronger.He tightened his grip on his backpack and hurried toward the nearest restroom."Maybe I'm just paranoid," he muttered under his breath.The men's restroom was empty and unusually quiet. Justin let out a relieved sigh as he walked toward one of the cubicles."Finally.""Hello, handsome."Justin nearly jumped out of his skin.He turned around to find a familiar face leaning casually against the sink counter. It was the same girl from the university cafeteria. The one who had practically interrogated him about the Smith family.She smiled brightly."It's been a while."Justin stared at her in disbelief."Oh. You." He forced a polite smile. "Can we talk later? I really need to use the restroom.""No," she replied sharply, crossi
Hello everyone! ❤️I just wanted to drop a quick note and explain why Chapter 25 is taking longer than usual.Recently, I've been dealing with a bit of writer's block. I know the story has reached an important stage, and I don't want to rush out a chapter that doesn't meet the standard I want for A
Inside Mike's car, the atmosphere was eerily calm. The luxury sedan glided through the streets of Monaco while the city lights reflected against the tinted windows. Mike sat comfortably in the back seat, one arm resting against the leather armrest, a faint smile lingerin
The morning bell above the café door chimed softly, breaking the stillness as sunlight spilled across the polished wooden counters like liquid gold. Aiden moved behind the espresso machine with slow, tired motions. Steam hissed upward, curling in thin spirals, almost like it w
Damien concluded the meeting with lethal finality. "Just as you said, Mr. Jung, we are going to fish them all out and feed them to the dogs." A visible tremor of fear and confusion rippled through the room. The air grew thick with frantic murmurs, yet no one dared to speak up directly until a senio







