로그인Dinner had been laid neatly on the long mahogany table, the glow of the chandelier giving the dining room a golden warmth. The crystal bowls sparkled under the lights while the polished silverware reflected faint shadows across the expensive wooden surface. Plates of carefully prepared meals rested untouched in some corners of the table, steam rising gently into the quiet air.But the atmosphere was nothing close to warm.Only Nathan and his aunt sat there, plates before them, spoons clinking softly against porcelain. One chair, the one that belonged to Jennifer now, stood empty.Earlier, a maid had gone upstairs to call her down. When she returned, she looked troubled. Rosemary noticed immediately. The older woman’s sharp eyes missed nothing inside her mansion.“Where is Jennifer?” Rosemary asked, her brows already tightening.The maid swallowed hard before answering. “Ma… I went to inform her that dinner is ready. But Ms. Drake sent me away. She said…” The girl hesitated, her eye
Jennifer sat curled on the wide couch in the living room, her eyes fixed lazily on the television though her mind wasn’t really there. One hand rested around the glass of milk she held carefully, while the other moved slowly over her stomach in gentle circles.Her belly had begun to show clearly now.Four months gone.A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned deeper into the expensive leather couch. Finally, things were changing in her favor. No matter what anyone thought about her, no matter how many insults Rosemary Mills threw at her face, she carried Nathan Mills’ child. At least that was what she believed with all her heart.And to her, that changed everything. No one could throw her away now.No one.One of the housemaids approached carefully, almost nervously, as though she already sensed danger hanging in the atmosphere. She stopped a short distance away and bowed politely. “Ms. Drake,” the maid said softly, “what would you like to take for dinner today, or should we pr
Marcel sat across from Nathan in his office, his face calm but his words sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence hanging in the room. Earlier, he had been pacing restlessly beside the glass walls, his polished shoes scraping lightly against the tiled floor, but now he leaned against the edge of the desk with his arms folded firmly across his chest.His eyes stayed fixed on Nathan.“Boss,” he said quietly, “the stakeholders were right. You know they don’t talk that way unless it’s serious. The media has been on our neck since the whole uproar about Jennifer’s pregnancy. Headlines everywhere. It’s not just you, it’s dragging the company down.”Nathan pressed his lips together tightly, biting hard enough to feel pain sting through them.Slowly, Nathan turned his swivel chair away from Marcel. For a moment, only his back was visible while his reflection appeared faintly against the tinted glass walls.His voice came out strained.“So what do you suggest I do now then?”Marcel hesi
It had been one month since the scandal that shook the Mills mansion, yet for Rosemary, the shame still clung stubbornly to her heart like smoke that refused to disappear after a fire. Every morning she woke up hoping the humiliation would fade a little, but instead it returned stronger, replaying itself vividly in her mind.Jennifer Drake’s trembling voice. The pregnancy revelation. The reporters’ flashing cameras. The whispers. The gossip.Rosemary could still hear it all.The memories tormented her endlessly. Sometimes she sat alone in her room for hours, staring into space while the events replayed over and over in her head like punishment. The disgrace had bruised her pride deeply.She rarely stepped outside now.The once-powerful woman who attended charity galas, business dinners, and elite gatherings with confidence had suddenly withdrawn from society. Even the thought of stepping out of the mansion made her chest tighten painfully.She imagined people whispering the moment
In the living room, Rosemary sat stiffly on the couch, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. Her face was stone cold while her tone remained sharp and commanding.“Yes, I need you here now, to attend to someone,” she said firmly.On the other end, the family doctor’s voice sounded calm and professional. “What exactly am I coming to treat, Mrs. Mills? I’ll need to bring the right tools.”Rosemary’s lips tightened instantly. “I want you to check if a bitch is pregnant, and to identify the true father.”There was silence briefly on the line before the doctor cleared his throat awkwardly.“Okay, Mrs. Mills. I’ll be there shortly.”Rosemary ended the call immediately, lowering her hand slowly onto her lap. For several seconds, she simply stared blankly at the wall ahead of her, her chest rising and falling heavily with restrained anger.The atmosphere inside the mansion had become unbearably tense.Even the ticking wall clock sounded cautious, almost afraid of provoking Rosemary’s t
Jennifer quickly apologized, her words tumbling out of her mouth, saying she didn’t mean to get Rosemary upset. Her face was pale, her body trembling as though she had been caught in a terrible act. But Rosemary wasn’t moved by the sudden display of fear. She had advanced closer to her now, her eyes steady, her lips tightened, her breathing sharp. The tension in the air was so thick that even the sound of the restroom tap running faintly could not cut through it.Rosemary wasn't a woman who wasted words. She was the kind of person who could look at you and make your knees buckle.In her silence, Jennifer already knew she was in trouble. “Apologize?” Rosemary asked, chuckling sadly, though her eyes betrayed rage. “You think one sorry will erase the embarrassment you’ve just caused this family? You nearly turned my nephew’s home into a circus. Tell me, Jennifer who is responsible for this pregnancy?”The question dropped heavily inside the restroom.Jennifer’s hands trembled harder
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







