MasukNathan Mills sat heavily in his wide leather chair inside the Mills Corp headquarters, the blinds drawn halfway, allowing only thin streaks of light to slip into the room. The dimness gave the office a suffocating feel, as though even daylight had no business entering the space where regret now lived.In one hand, he held a photograph, one of the very few pictures he had kept over the years. It was of him and Charlotte, taken during one of those rare, fragile moments when their relationship had not yet been consumed by his arrogance and cruelty. In the photo, Charlotte was smiling brightly, her eyes filled with warmth, her head slightly tilted toward him. He, on the other hand, wore a faint, indifferent smile, unaware of the treasure he had beside him.His thumb moved slowly across her face in the photograph, tracing her features with a kind of reverence that came far too late.In his other hand, he held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling lazily as his wrist tilted slig
Charlotte tossed restlessly on her bed, her body twisting from side to side as sweat soaked through her nightgown. The sheets tangled around her legs as if trying to restrain her from whatever invisible terror held her captive. Her breathing was uneven, rising and falling in sharp bursts.Her voice pierced through the silence of the dimly lit room, raw and filled with fear. “Nathan! Let me go! Leave me alone!” she screamed, her cry echoing against the walls and bouncing back at her like a haunting reminder of the past she couldn’t escape. The bedside lamp flickered slightly as a breeze slipped in through the half-open window, casting shifting shadows that danced eerily across the walls, making the room feel alive with ghosts of memory.Suddenly, the door burst open with force. “Charlotte!” Caleb rushed in, his hand immediately reaching for the switch as he flooded the room with light. His face was tight with worry, his voice deep and urgent as his eyes scanned the bed for her.Cha
There was a quiet seriousness in his movements, something deliberate, something that made both Charlotte and Caleb instinctively pay closer attention.Without saying a word at first, Gerald flipped open the file, carefully separating a set of neatly folded documents. The faint rustle of paper filled the room, sounding louder than it should have in the tense silence that surrounded them.He pulled out two sheets and straightened them, his eyes briefly scanning the contents as though to confirm something one last time. Then he stepped forward and extended the papers toward Charlotte.“I collected this from your apartment the day you were abducted by Nathan’s men,” Gerald said calmly, his voice steady but firm.Charlotte hesitated for a brief second before reaching out to take the papers. The moment her fingers touched them, something in her chest tightened.She didn’t even need to look down to know what it was.But she did anyway as her breath caught.It was the DNA test result.The s
The evening had settled quietly over Caleb Briggs’s residence, wrapping the house in a calm that felt almost deceptive. Inside the spacious living room, soft yellow lights reflected gently against the polished floor, while the faint scent of aged wood and expensive cologne lingered in the air. Caleb sat comfortably on one of the plush couches, a glass of red wine resting loosely between his fingers. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was anything but.His thoughts drifted repeatedly to Charlotte.Even after everything she had been through, the strength she carried still amazed him. The way she smiled despite the pain, the way she held onto hope even when everything seemed lost, stirred something deep within him. Something he had once ignored but could no longer deny. These days, she was no longer just someone from his past. She was his present. His peace. His responsibility.“Mr. Briggs, someone is here to see you?” Mrs. Lee’s voice broke into his thoughts.Caleb turned slightl
Minutes later, the door to Nathan Mills’s hospital room flung open with a loud bang that echoed down the quiet corridor. He stormed out, one hand clutching at his trousers as he adjusted the belt hurriedly. The plain white shirt he wore was tucked neatly into his suit trousers, replacing the hospital gown he had discarded without a second thought. His hair was still damp from a quick wash, strands falling slightly over his forehead, while his jaw remained clenched tight. His chest rose and fell heavily, as though he had just walked out of a battlefield and was still carrying the tension of war within him.Marcel and Helen stood just beside the door, caught completely off guard by his sudden appearance. Their eyes widened in shock, both of them frozen for a brief second as they took in his appearance and the fierce determination written all over his face.“How long have you both been here?” Nathan asked, his brows knitting together as his sharp gaze cut through them. His tone carr
Helen stood by the door, her chest still rising and falling from the rush that had brought her here. In her trembling hand was the file, the very document that had shattered the fragile silence of the room and ignited a storm of emotions none of them were prepared for.Nathan sat upright on the hospital bed, his back no longer slouched, his eyes no longer empty. For the first time in days, there was life in them. Not peace, not calm, but something far stronger. Hope. Dangerous, uncontrollable hope.“I knew it!” Nathan repeated, his voice rising again, filled with raw conviction. His fingers trembled as he pointed toward Marcel. “I told you all of this was a lie. Charlotte is alive. She has to be alive. This is her way of punishing me. She wants me to feel what she felt.”Marcel exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady himself. As Nathan’s assistant and bodyguard, he had seen his boss in many states: angry, cold, ruthless, but never like this. Never so broken, so des
“Charlie sis,” Celine called again, her lips curved into that familiar fake smile that never reached her eyes. “To celebrate my wedding with Nathan next week, Mom and Dad booked a private dining room at Trans-Hilton Hotel. You should come too.”The words settled in the room like dust.The name of t
Minutes later, minutes that stretched and warped into something that felt like eternity, the night exploded with sound.Ambulances screeched to a halt. Police vehicles surrounded the wreckage, their red and blue lights flashing violently against the trees, the broken road, the twisted metal. Siren
Nathan ripped the chain bracelet off Charlotte’s wrist with brutal force.The sharp tug sent a fresh wave of pain through her arm, and she cried out softly, collapsing fully onto the cold floor. Her fingers curled weakly as she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling unevenly. Blood smeared h
Her eyes met Nathan’s as she was dragged down the hallway.They locked onto his face with raw desperation, tears flooding them, spilling freely as she struggled weakly against the guards’ grip. Her lips trembled, forming silent pleas she could no longer voice properly. If he looked closely, he wou







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