LOGINCharlotte sat behind her wide mahogany desk, fingers rhythmically tapping on its surface as she studied Nelly, who stood before her holding a slim tablet.The sunlight poured through the blinds, casting warm lines across Charlotte’s calm but focused face.“So, Nelly,” she began softly, her tone sharp yet smooth, “what update did the police give concerning the drug case? Have they found anything new from the arrested culprits?”Nelly adjusted her glasses and glanced at her notes before replying. “Ma, the police said the two arrested staff claimed they don’t know or have ever met the person who paid them for the job before. They insisted everything was done through a strange phone number that’s now unreachable.”Charlotte exhaled slowly, leaning back into her chair. “Hmm… cowards,” she murmured, the faintest irritation in her voice. “They would rather rot in jail than reveal who hired them.”Nelly nodded in agreement, standing still, awaiting the next question.After a brief silence, Ch
Melina’s voice broke through the tension like sunlight through a storm. “Daddy!” she screamed happily, running into Nathan’s arms.Her little hands clung to his neck as if nothing was wrong in the world.Nathan forced a smile, hugging her tight. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body, for a brief second, his anger softened. But then his eyes rose to meet Jennifer’s, and the storm returned.He set Melina down gently. “Sweetheart,” he said, brushing her hair, “why don’t you go with Uncle Marcel and get some ice cream, hmm? Daddy and Mummy need to talk.”Melina beamed. “Okay!” she said, oblivious to the tension around her. Marcel hesitated, glancing between the couple, but Nathan gave a sharp nod.That was enough. He held Melina’s hand and led her away.Now, it was just the two of them, Nathan and Jennifer. The silence between them was thick, dangerous.The bright airport lights reflected across the polished floor. Around them, travelers moved from one terminal to another, dragg
The car cut through the highway like a bullet, the evening air thick with tension. Nathan’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly while his other hand tapped the phone screen impatiently. He dialed his wife’s number again. The first call rang out. No answer. He redialed, this time biting his lower lip, his eyes darting between the road and the screen. It kept ringing until it went dead again. “Pick up the damn phone, Jennifer,” he muttered under his breath. Marcel, who sat beside him, leaned back, watching Nathan’s knuckles tighten around the wheel. He had seen that look before — the calm before a storm. Outside, the city lights streaked past in blurred lines. Traffic flowed heavily in some lanes, but Nathan drove with a determination that bordered on recklessness. Every passing second felt like an hour. Every unanswered call made the rage in his chest grow stronger. “Watch out!” Marcel screamed. Nathan’s eyes jerked up just in time to see a car braking sharply in
The sudden knock on the tinted glass jerked Nathan back to life. His fingers were still trembling on the steering wheel, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His mind replayed the video he had just watched — Jennifer, his wife, kissing another man like a lovesick teenager, her hands wrapped around his neck, her face glowing with affection. He turned sharply toward the glass, and there stood Marcel, panting, sweating, his shirt half-untucked, eyes wide with worry. Nathan pressed a button and the window slid down halfway. “Boss, have you seen it?” Marcel blurted out, almost gasping. “The news? The videos?!” Nathan didn’t speak. His face was hard, veins showing clearly on his forehead. He didn’t need to answer, the phone still glowed on the dashboard, showing the paused video. Without saying a word, Nathan picked it up and turned the screen toward him. Marcel flinched. “Oh, God,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. Nathan turned the phone back, then slowly raised the window
The morning sun slanted through the glass walls of the Golden Aura headquarters, casting a warm light over the conference table where Barrister Okoro sat, reading through a set of files with a calm but calculating expression.The company had been through too much lately; from false accusations to media backlash and now, his next move would determine everything.Without informing anyone, not even Charlotte, he had quietly brought in two new staff members to the production unit — a man named Tunde and a woman named Chika. Both were cunning, sharp, and loyal to him alone.Their job was simple: keep an eye on every single process, from production to packaging, loading, and offloading and more importantly, find out who among the staff was secretly sabotaging the company.To everyone else, they were just new recruits assigned to assist in logistics. But their real mission was undercover.Barrister Okoro briefed them personally in a small meeting room before they began. “You will pretend to
The next morning came with flashing cameras, restless journalists, and a sea of curious faces gathered before the glass-front building of Golden Aura International.Her phone began ringing. "Yes." She said as she picked, her face showing she wasn't ready any irrelevant talks. "Inspector Gerald speaking." The voice from the other end said. "Gerald?" Charlotte repeated, her eyes widened in shock."Yes." Gerald said. "I know. I know. I... I don't have much time. I just want to tell you that I know you're innocent of what you're been accused of. I'm secretly working on the case too. Be rest assured, the perpetrators will be exposed soon. However, remember my last warning: be careful with Nathan. He's a dangerous man.""Thank you, Inspector." Charlotte said, tugging a small smile. "My pleasure." Gerald said. "Lastly, why are you still delaying to file a suit against Mr. Mills? We have everything we need to nail him already."Charlotte released a breath. "I know." She said. "Just give me
Nathan strode toward her with long, furious steps and grabbed her wrist roughly, yanking her sharply to his side with barely controlled violence. His grip was tight, possessive, burning with panic and jealousy all at once, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks."Who the hell
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







