LOGINSaturday mornings were usually calm, a day the world slowed a little to catch its breath. But not this one.The television screens across the country buzzed with a single headline: “Nathan Mills and Wife Finalize Shocking Divorce — Mills Corp in Crisis.”On Global Business Network (GBN), the anchors sat in their elegant studio, faces solemn yet intrigued.The segment was titled Corporate Scandals: When Love Breaks the Ledger.“Public reaction has been massive,” said the male anchor, flipping through his notes. “The divorce between billionaire Nathan Mills and his wife Jennifer has gone viral, trending across all platforms for the past twenty-four hours. Some sympathize with Mr. Mills, others think this is karma for years of questionable corporate dealings.”His co-host, a woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tone, adjusted her mic. “Beyond the drama,” she said, “what concerns analysts is how this scandal is bleeding into Mills Corp’s stability. Stocks have dropped nearly forty p
The moon was high that night, its pale light spilling softly into the children’s room.Melina lay on her bed, flipping through her school notebook, while Daniel sat opposite her, his little legs swinging off his own bed.The silence between them felt strange, heavy and uncertain.After a moment, Daniel broke it. His tiny voice trembled. “Melina… are Mummy and Daddy getting a divorce?”Melina’s head shot up, her face tightening. “What? Who told you that?”“I… I heard the guards talking,” Daniel said, his voice low. “They were saying Mummy and Daddy are fighting again. They said Daddy doesn’t want Mummy anymore.” His lips quivered as he spoke.Melina’s heart skipped. She tried to laugh it off, but her throat felt tight. “Hey, don’t listen to them, okay? Grown-ups talk too much.”“But… is it true?” Daniel pressed, his eyes glistening.Melina got off her bed and went to sit beside him. She took his small hands in hers. “Look at me,” she said softly. “Mummy and Daddy love each other. Maybe
The drive was unusually quiet. The wind outside howled against the moving car, yet inside, the silence was louder.Nelly stared out the window, her thoughts far from the world passing by.The lights from other cars flashed across her face, revealing how tense she looked.Marcel glanced at her from the driver’s seat. The silence between them felt heavier than any argument they had ever had.He tried to smile, hoping to ease it. “Babe,” he said softly, his voice careful. “Are you okay?”He reached for her hand with one free hand while the other stayed on the wheel, but she gently removed his fingers. “Just focus on the road, Marcel,” she said coldly. “Don’t get us killed.”That tone, sharp, distant, stabbed deeper than any insult could. Marcel sighed quietly, turning his eyes back to the road.He got it now. She was angry, not just angry, hurt. He swallowed hard, guilt creeping into his chest.The glow from the dashboard illuminated his face for a second before darkness swallowed it aga
It was getting close to seven in the evening, and the day had been long and exhausting for everyone at Golden Aura.Charlotte’s office was finally quiet after hours of meetings, calls, and strategic discussions. The soft glow from the lamps reflected across the polished surfaces of the room, creating a warm atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension-filled days she had endured recently.Her eyes were tired, but there was still a quiet glow in them.Nelly stood by the door, files clutched to her chest. “Ma’am,” she said gently, “I think I’ll be heading home now. Do you need me to—”Before she could finish, the door opened.Caleb walked in, his tie slightly loosened, the faint scent of his cologne filling the room.He looked exhausted but content, the way a man looked after a long day.Nelly smiled warmly and stepped forward immediately to collect his briefcase. “Good evening, sir,” she greeted respectfully.“Evening, Nelly,” Caleb replied kindly, handing her the case.Charlot
Nathan didn’t answer Marcel, but the look on his face said everything — cold, resolute, unshakable.His silence was louder than any words.Marcel stared at him, disbelief written all over his face. “No, no, Boss… you can’t possibly consider that!” he said, stepping closer.His tone was almost pleading now. “Boss, listen to me. The company is already hanging by a thread. Our stock has fallen by over thirty percent in just one week, and it’s still dropping. If you go through with this divorce right now and it leaks to the press, it’ll be the final blow. Mills Corp won’t survive it.”Nathan remained calm, staring into his half-empty whiskey glass.For a moment, Marcel thought his words were getting through.The tension in the room softened slightly, and Nathan’s shoulders eased as though he was considering his friend’s advice.Marcel took a deep breath of relief and moved closer. “Please, just think this through. You can’t fix one pain by breaking everything else you built.”But just the
It was a quiet afternoon at the Mills Corp headquarters. The room was silent except for the clicking sounds of the keyboard in Nathan’s office until a knock came at the door.A man in a courier uniform stepped in carefully. “Good afternoon, sir,” he said, bowing slightly. “This just arrived from the hospital, from your doctor. He said it’s urgent.”Nathan’s eyes darted to the brown envelope in the man’s hand. His heart skipped a beat.Finally.For days, the anticipation had eaten at him. Every morning had begun with uncertainty and every night had ended with questions he could not silence. He had convinced himself that once the results arrived, everything would become clear.He collected it without a word. “You may go,” he said flatly.The man nodded, left, and quietly closed the door behind him.It was exactly four days since Nathan had given his doctor an ultimatum to produce the paternity test result. Those four days had been the longest of his life.He had barely slept. Barely ea
"Come, Nathan," Johnson said again quickly, his voice warm and persuasive as he reached for his spoon. He scooped a generous piece of meat from the dish before him and dropped it neatly onto Nathan's plate with practiced ease. "Have some."Nathan glanced down at the plate, then back up at Johnson.
But just as Nathan was about to pull the door open fully, his phone started ringing inside his breast pocket. The sharp sound cut through the storm raging in his head. His hand froze on the doorknob. For a brief second, he considered ignoring it. Whatever was inside that room could no longer be u
“Charlotte is actually allergic to peas?” Megan thought, her eyes still widened in shock, her spoon frozen midway to her mouth. For a brief second, her carefully composed face cracked, revealing panic buried deep beneath years of calculation.How unfortunate it was that even a mother did not know
She reached the corner of the hallway and slid down against the wall, her back hitting it with a dull thud. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to breathe. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely control them as she dug into her handbag and pulled out her phone, her fingers f







