LOGINNathan rolled over lazily on the damp sheet until his shoulder bumped against another body.For a brief moment he remained still, his mind trapped somewhere between sleep and reality as sunlight filtered through the curtains and stretched across the room in thin golden lines, brushing against his face like a quiet attempt to wake him gently.Then it hit him.His eyes snapped open.He sat upright so suddenly that his head spun, the room tilting slightly before settling again, his breath catching as awareness rushed back all at once.And there, beside him, was a body, warm, still, breathing steadily, close enough for him to feel the faint rise and fall against his arm.His heart slammed hard against his chest.“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and dry, as he swung his legs off the bed and staggered to his feet.He nearly lost his balance before steadying himself with a hand on the wall.For a second, he didn’t look back.He didn’t want to.But something pull
It was already late when Nathan finally got home. His driver eased the car into the parking lot and jumped down quickly. Nathan’s head lolled to one side, his eyes half-closed, his breath heavy with alcohol. The moment the door opened, he stumbled out, barely able to keep his balance.“Sir, easy,” the driver muttered, holding his arm.Mr. Painter - the butler, was already waiting by the entrance. His face, calm but lined with worry, softened when he saw Nathan. He hurried down the steps, took Nathan’s other arm, and together they helped him inside.“Sir, you need to take it easy on yourself,” Mr. Painter said gently. “This alcohol will not heal your pain. It will only worsen your sorrows.”Nathan didn’t answer. His body sagged against the butler’s hold until they lowered him onto the couch in the wide, extravagant living room. He dragged in a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. Something caught his attention.There, on the other couch, lay a handbag. A wo
NATHAN’S POVLove has a cruel way of humbling people, stripping away pride and illusions until all that is left is the bare truth you once refused to see, and sometimes, that truth comes too late, arriving only when the person who mattered most is no longer within reach.That realization sat heavily on my chest, like a weight I could neither lift nor escape from, pressing down on me with every breath I took.I tilted the glass in my hand and swallowed the last drop of whiskey, letting the bitter liquid slide down my throat, but it did nothing to ease the ache spreading inside me, nothing to quiet the storm in my mind that refused to settle.My fingers tapped lightly against the counter, a silent signal for more, because stopping now felt impossible, and maybe, just maybe, drowning myself in alcohol would dull the sharp edges of everything I was feeling.“Sir, are you okay?” the young barman asked cautiously, his voice careful as his eyes studied me like he wasn’t sure what to expect,
“Listen, Megan!” Nathan’s voice thundered through the hall, loud and unrestrained.It carried with it a mixture of rage, disbelief, and a grief so deep it had begun to twist into something dangerous.Megan stopped mid-step, her heels freezing against the tiled floor as the sound of his voice pulled her back, and slowly, she turned to face him, her expression guarded at first, but the moment her eyes landed on him, something in her chest tightened painfully.“If you think I will fall for this bullshit tricks you all are playing, then you don’t know me,” he barked, his voice cracking yet still carrying force as he pointed a trembling finger directly at her, his hand shaking not from weakness alone but from the storm raging inside him. “I know my girlfriend is alive, and I will find her!”His words echoed harshly against the walls, bouncing back with a weight that made the few remaining people in the hall shift uneasily, unsure whether to pity him or fear the intensity pouring out of him
The hall fell into a suffocating stillness as three men stepped forward from the far end, one of them holding a small wooden box.Nathan’s body stiffened instantly, his entire frame going rigid as his eyes locked onto the box.They stopped directly in front of Megan, and for a second, no one spoke, as though the weight of the moment demanded silence before anything else could follow.Eventually, the man standing in front cleared his throat, his voice rough and strained as he spoke.“Mrs. Dean, this is Charlotte’s ashes, just as she requested her body be cremated, may her soul find eternal peace.”The words hung in the air like a final verdict, and Megan’s throat moved as she swallowed hard, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides before she slowly stretched out her hands to receive the box.And though it looked small and almost insignificant, the moment it settled into her palms, her fingers trembled under its weight.Her lips curved into something that resembled a smile but lacke
“Deranged boyfriend?” Nathan repeated, his lips curling into a bitter scoff. “I’m not here for you, Megan. Go and get me my woman right now. This trick stops here, right now!” His voice rose with each word, sharp and unyielding.Megan let out a laugh that carried no joy, only something hollow and broken beneath it. Her eyes glistened faintly under the soft lighting, but her lips remained firm, refusing to betray the storm building within her. “Did you just say your woman?” she asked, shaking her head slowly before another dry, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.Nathan clenched his jaw tightly, his teeth grinding against each other as he refused to respond to that. He knew exactly where she was going with this, and he wasn’t ready to entertain it. Not now. Not when everything around him already felt like it was slipping beyond his control.Megan’s expression hardened as she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.“While she was begging for you to see, to
He sat there with Charlotte’s phone cradled in both hands, his thumbs hovering over the screen as though he was afraid that one wrong touch might make everything disappear. The room felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that rang loudly in the ears. Slowly, deliberately, Nathan opened the phot
Charlotte sat behind her desk in the glass-partitioned office section that separated her from the rest of the design team. The space was small but neat, carefully arranged the way she liked it, everything in its place, nothing excessive or unnecessary. She flipped through the file in front of her,
"Hey, wait!" Johnson stepped forward in panic, his hands stretched out as he tried to block Nathan's path. His voice trembled despite his attempt to sound authoritative, cracking slightly on the last syllable. "Nathan, calm down! Okay? You and Celine just got married. If you kill her, you're going
That night, the black SUV rolled smoothly through the grand iron gates of the Dean family mansion. The car came to a slow halt in front of the entrance, gravel crunching softly beneath its tires.The driver stepped out first and opened the back door. Nathan emerged calmly, adjusting his suit jack







