MasukThe lights in the studio shone bright, casting a glow around Charlotte Dean as she sat on the wide couch, poise and elegance radiating from her.The world was watching, millions of eyes across continents and the interviewer leaned forward with a smile that carried both admiration and curiosity.“Mrs. Charlotte Dean,” she began, “the world is astonished. At such a young age, you’ve built Golden Aura into one of the fastest-rising fashion and cosmetics industries, standing shoulder to shoulder with brands that have been around for decades. How did you achieve this? How were you able to push this dream into reality?”Charlotte’s lips curved into a small, calm smile. She folded her hands gently on her lap, her voice steady and warm.“It wasn’t easy,” she began. “Building Golden Aura required more than ambition. It demanded discipline, sleepless nights, courage to face rejection, and the strength to keep going when the odds felt impossible. I was underestimated, not just because of my age,
It had been two years since the wedding that shook the city.The wedding, though with just few selected audience, had gone viral, making headlines in all news channels, and graced every newspaper front page.For weeks, it was the talk of town, and for Jennifer, it was a dream come true. At last, she was Mrs. Mills.The chaos that had once threatened to sink Mills Corp calmed after that. The board congratulated Nathan, even the investors who had once threatened to withdraw their support now applauded his “stability.”To the outside world, everything was perfect again.And then came MelinaShe grew fast, her little body stretching in height far quicker than anyone expected. Tall, just like her father, with long legs that made her look older than her age, but the rest of her; the shape of her face, her smile, the mischievous glint in her eyes, was all her mother.This morning, the Mills house was quiet, peaceful. Sunlight filtered softly into the master bedroom, painting the sheets gold
By evening, Nathan was seated in his office, his back straight against the leather chair, his gaze fixed on the polished desk. The fading sunlight from the tall glass windows cast long shadows across the office, making the atmosphere feel unusually heavy. Across from him sat Marcel, leaning carelessly in his chair, his hand tapping the armrest, his eyes darting at Nathan with unease.Beside Marcel sat a poised woman in her mid-thirties, neatly dressed, her smile calm but professional, Ms. Adams, a highly recommended event planner.The office remained quiet for several seconds before Marcel finally broke the silence.Marcel cleared his throat. “Are you sure about this, Boss?” His voice carried the weight of hesitation, his eyes narrowing slightly.Everything about the scene felt off to him. It wasn’t the wedding itself that made him uncomfortable; it was the speed, the rush, the sense that Nathan was running toward something without looking where his feet landed.Nathan’s face turned
The early morning sunlight filtered into Nathan Mills’ room, spilling gently across the cream curtains and crawling over the edges of the bed. He stirred, groaning softly as his body stretched itself awake.With a slow yawn, he rubbed his eyes, then turned to the right side of the bed, ready to rise. But suddenly, his body froze.There she was.Jennifer Drake stood like a statue, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes fiery, her whole posture like someone ready for a fight.Nathan’s brows tightened immediately. His sleepy expression vanished at once, replaced by irritation.“What the hell are you doing in my room?” Nathan burst out, his voice roughened by sleep but sharp with irritation.Jennifer didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t answer.The silence only annoyed him further. Nathan pushed himself upright against the headboard, his gaze narrowing dangerously as he stared at her standing there near the center of the room in a silk nightgown that barely reached her knees.“N
Dinner 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
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
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







