로그인LUCIENThe meeting itself was little more than a welcome-back event disguised as a briefing.After a short discussion regarding several ongoing projects, it quickly came to an end.I left first, with Adrian following a step behind me as we headed out beneath a variety of gazes.Not long after we returned to my office, a secretary knocked on the door and stepped inside."Mr. Blackthorne," he said. "Mr. Marcus Blackthorne is here to see you."I paused briefly before exchanging a glance with Adrian.How impatient."Let him in."A minute later, Marcus entered the office while Adrian excused himself temporarily.I gestured toward the chair opposite my desk."Please, sit."After he settled himself, I leaned back slightly and offered him a polite smile."I'm afraid my office still isn't quite in order after my absence, so I can't offer you anything at the moment."With the coffee machine sitting less than ten feet away, the statement was an outright lie, and both of us knew it.If Marcus had
HELENEI didn't learn about the article until dinner.Lucien brought it up himself.He told me not to worry and assured me that he wouldn't allow my name to be dragged into the mess.Ironically, that was the least of my concerns.What he would never know was that when I read the article, the first person I worried about wasn't myself.It was him.The thought of strangers publicly dissecting his decisions, questioning his competence, and scrutinizing every aspect of his life left me considerably more unsettled than any mention of my own name could have.And yet throughout the entire conversation, he maintained that same calm, unhurried demeanor.As though the whole thing was a minor inconvenience rather than a coordinated attack on his position.The sight irritated me more than it should have.Why did he insist on acting like everything was fine?Then, as though that weren't enough, he mentioned almost in passing that he would be returning to work the following morning.I still couldn'
JULIANMy lips curled into a cold smile.Originally, I thought the Laurents would prove useful. After all, Grandfather had always seemed to place considerable value on the engagement with their family, as evidenced by the tolerance and concessions he had granted them over the years.And with Lucien now confined to a wheelchair and the Laurents being exactly the sort of people who chased benefits wherever they could find them, I judged there was an opportunity to turn the situation to my advantage.So when Dad suggested approaching them privately, I didn't object.Even knowing Grandfather would likely disapprove, I decided the gamble was worth taking.If a Blackthorne had to honor the engagement, why couldn't that Blackthorne be me?At the time, it had seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution.Then the Laurents blindsided us.Behind our backs, they pushed Helene toward Lucien while simultaneously agreeing to marry Noemie to me.My smile deepened.Greedy people always overestimated t
JULIANI wonder whether my dear cousin enjoyed the little surprise I prepared for him.The thought crossed my mind as I lounged in my chair, one leg draped over the other in a posture of relaxation. A faint smile hung on my lips.The article had been live for nearly an hour.By now, Adrian—Lucien's efficient and capable assistant—would have seen it. Which meant Lucien had almost certainly seen it as well.I wondered what his reaction had been.Annoyance? Anger? Frustration?Or—The smile on my face faded slightly.Still indifference?My fingers curled against the armrest.The possibility irritated me far more than it should have.Because what I hated or envied the most about Lucien had never been his position, his influence, or even the absurd level of trust Grandfather placed in him.It was that expression.That calm, detached look he always wore.The one that made it seem as though everything around him was beneath his notice.Including me.A cold laugh escaped my throat.The indus
LUCIENBeing on leave didn’t mean I was free of work. In fact, my workload was only marginally lighter than usual.If I truly stepped back from everything, certain restless individuals within the company would waste no time seizing the opportunity to stir chaos.I had just ended a video conference with one of our overseas business partners—one who had insisted on speaking with me personally before finalizing the agreement—when a knock came at the door.With only two of us in the villa, the identity of the visitor was hardly difficult to guess.The corner of my mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.“Come in.”The door opened, and Helene appeared in the gap, a glass in hand as she peered inside.“Are you busy?” she asked, already looking half-prepared to leave the moment I answered yes.“No.”Only then did she step fully inside, her tone easing into something more casual. “I made an extra cup of smoothie. Do you want some?”My gaze moved from her face to the cup.Sweet drinks had never
HELENEWith Isabel's ambitious five-year plan now hanging over my head, I could no longer afford to be as leisurely as I usually was.Under normal circumstances, I should still have been recovering from my last trip. Instead, I was already researching locations for my next feature.Unfortunately, the search wasn't going particularly well.Most of the destinations I'd looked into were either overflowing with tourists or offered nothing compelling enough to justify the journey. If things continued this way, I might end up choosing a country at random and figuring things out after I arrived.That was part of the charm of slow travel, anyway.Some of the best discoveries happened when you stopped searching for them.I was still scrolling through potential destinations when my phone rang.The caller ID displayed Isabel's name.The moment I answered, her excited voice burst through the speaker."Have you heard?" She didn't even bother with a greeting. "Josh got shipped off abroad. Further e
HELENEThe moment his words fell, Mom was the first to react.“You’re leaving already?” The smile on her face faltered instantly, her disappointment impossible to conceal. “But it’s your first time coming back in so long…”Her voice gradually trailed off.I instinctively glanced toward Lucien.His
HELENEI could tell that both Isabel and Aunt Eleanor were praising me so enthusiastically on purpose, making sure no one present would dare look down on the gifts I brought.And honestly, I couldn’t have been more grateful for their thoughtfulness.To be cared for so attentively, considered so nat
ISABELWatching the wine box disappear farther and farther away until it vanished completely from sight, I felt my heart shatter into tiny little pieces.I had to use every ounce of self-control to stop myself from reaching out dramatically and screaming:Don’t leave meee!Fortunately—or unfortunat
LUCIENWho would have thought my new wife possessed a hidden talent like brewing?The more I learned about Helene, the more I realized how badly I had misjudged her in the past.Taciturn?Socially inept?My lips curved faintly.As if.From the current situation alone, it was obvious that if Helene







