LOGINThe moment Nathan pulled the handle and swung the door open, his feet froze mid-step. His jaw slackened, his eyes widened, and for a second, he genuinely believed his mind was playing tricks on him.Standing at the doorway was his aunt, Rosemary Carlos.She didn’t look like someone who had come for a casual visit. Her posture was upright, composed, her chin slightly raised in that familiar authoritative way that used to silence rooms. One hand gripped the handle of a large traveling bag, the kind that carried more than clothes; it carried intention. That bag alone told Nathan everything he needed to know. She wasn’t visiting. She had come to stay.“Aunty…” Nathan’s voice cracked, disbelief lacing every syllable as his eyes scanned her face, searching for warmth that wasn’t there.Rosemary ignored him as she stepped into the house slowly, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor like a quiet announcement of dominance. Nathan instinctively stepped back, his movements slo
Nathan Mills lay stretched across the long couch, his tall frame barely contained by its length, his body wrapped beneath a thick blanket that hid the soaked clothes clinging stubbornly to his skin. His breathing came unevenly, rising and falling in unstable rhythm, as though his body could not decide whether to rest or to remain trapped in the chaos of the night he had just endured. His lips were dry, slightly parted, and the faint, unmistakable smell of whiskey lingered heavily in the air around him.Mr. Willis stood nearby, his tall figure still composed, yet the worry etched across his aged face betrayed the calm he tried to maintain. His eyes moved slowly from Nathan to Marcel, lingering on the younger man seated across from the couch. Marcel sat stiffly, his elbows resting on his knees, one hand pressed against his face as if trying to push away the exhaustion weighing heavily on him.“Mr. Marcel” Mr. Willis said at last, his voice low but steady, though it carried the weight
The rain poured without mercy, cascading from rooftops, splashing violently against the pavement, soaking every inch of the compound as though the sky had no intention of stopping. Water pooled beneath their feet, rippling with every drop that fell, turning the ground into a muddy reflection of the chaos in the air.Nathan’s knees were already drenched, mud clinging stubbornly to his trousers, staining them beyond recognition. But he didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t care.His world had narrowed to one person.Charlotte.His eyes never left her face, as if looking away would mean losing her again. His palms pressed together in front of his chest, trembling slightly, not out of the cold, but from the weight of desperation crushing him from within.“I was stupid,” he said, shaking his head slowly, his voice hoarse but loud enough to rise above the relentless rain. “I was arrogant. I held your love in my hands and let it slip away like water.”His voice cracked midway, but he forced him
The rain poured heavier, drumming relentlessly against the umbrellas like a warning echoing from the heavens above. It wasn’t just a passing shower anymore; it had grown into something fierce, something unforgiving, as though the sky itself had chosen to mirror the storm unfolding between them.Charlotte’s fingers tightened around the handle of the umbrella Marcel had handed to her. Even with the cover above her head, droplets still found their way down her arm, sliding coldly against her skin. Her body trembled, not entirely from the chill, but from the weight of everything she had held in for far too long.Her eyes remained locked on Nathan.They were steady, unyielding, but behind that stillness lay years of buried pain, silent endurance, and wounds that had never truly healed.“Enough of this apology,” she said sharply, her voice cracking slightly yet holding firm. “It only makes you look pathetic. Nothing will make me change my mind.”Her words cut through the rain like lightni
Charlotte moved toward him slowly, each step measured, careful, as though the wet ground beneath her feet could betray her balance at any moment. The rain had already soaked through strands of her hair, clinging to her cheeks and neck, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were fixed on him, drawn not by intention but by something deeper, something unsettled within her. She hadn’t planned to face him, hadn’t prepared herself for this moment, yet here she was, standing in front of the very man she had tried so hard to erase.Nathan saw her, and for a brief second, everything around him faded into nothingness. The sound of the rain dulled, the world blurred, and all that remained was her. Instinctively, he rushed forward, his arms opening as though he could simply pull her back into his life, as though nothing had changed.But Charlotte raised her hand sharply.That single gesture stopped him cold.Nathan froze mid-step, his arms still slightly raised before he slowly let them fal
Charlotte Dean sat on the couch, her hands covering her face as hot tears streamed down endlessly. Her shoulders trembled with every sob, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm as though her heart was struggling to keep itself together. The quiet room instead of comfort, now felt suffocating, every corner echoing faintly with the sound of her broken breathing.Anger burned inside her, sharp and restless. But it wasn’t just directed at Nathan Mills. It was worse. It was anger at herself, at the weakness she thought she had buried, at the way her heart still responded to him despite everything he had done.“Why?” she whispered through trembling lips, her voice cracking. “Why do I still feel like this? After everything? After all the pain?”She dragged her hands down her face, wiping her tears roughly as if she could erase the emotions with them. Her breathing slowed slightly, but the ache in her chest remained heavy, refusing to lift.Suddenly, a soft white handkerchief appea
The black SUV rolled smoothly through the tall iron gates.The vehicle came to a graceful halt in front of a grand mansion—a sprawling estate that was larger, colder, and far more imposing than the comfortable home Celine had grown accustomed to. But Celine barely noticed any of it.Her mind was s
"Are you going to claim that this medical report is fake too?" Nathan asked, his voice frighteningly calm now, stripped of all emotion. That calmness was far more terrifying than anger. His eyes were fixed on the three people before him like a judge staring down the guilty.The room felt suffocat
Nathan sat on the cold marble floor of his bedroom, his back bent awkwardly against the couch like a man who had given up trying to hold himself together. His shirt was crumpled, the sleeves rolled up unevenly, and his hair, once always neat was now disheveled, falling into his tired eyes. Empty
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







