LOGINMegan sat cross-legged on the couch beside her elder sister, her phone in her hand as she replayed the videos of Charlotte’s engagement party. The television screen was also tuned to one of the popular entertainment channels still replaying the same scene from the night before. She laughed excitedly, pointing at the screen. “Look at your face here, Charlotte! See how you were just crying and smiling like a baby!”Charlotte smiled shyly, shaking her head. “You and this your video addiction,” she said softly. “You’ve watched this same thing since morning.”Megan ignored her completely, tapping on the screen again. “See how Caleb Briggs knelt down, ah! This part, this part!” she squealed excitedly, replaying the moment Caleb brought out the ring. “You were just standing like statue before you finally said yes. I almost shouted from the hall that night!”Charlotte rolled her eyes and rested her chin lazily on her palm. “You’ve said that a hundred times today,” she muttered, though the s
Marcel stood just by the door, breathing fast, his face pale like someone who had just rushed up a staircase. “Boss,” he said, still catching his breath, “have you not heard about your wife—”He paused immediately and corrected himself, realizing how that would sound. “Sorry, I mean Charlotte’s engagement with Caleb.”Nathan’s lips curved into something that looked like a smile, but it was empty, painful to even look at. He turned his face slowly toward the television still playing the clip of Charlotte and Caleb from last night.He pointed at the screen, his voice low and cold. “Oh, you mean this?”Marcel turned and saw the broadcast. “Oh,” he said, nodding awkwardly, “you’ve seen it.”Nathan just gave a dry laugh, the kind that carried no joy, only bitterness. Marcel scratched his head, stepping closer. “Look, Boss,” he said carefully, “I know it’s… hard. But maybe you should just be happy for her.”Nathan turned sharply, his eyes burning. “Happy? Why should I be happy for her? Why
The next morning, the internet was on fire. Every major news channel, blog, and gossip page had only one headline — “The Union of Two Titans: Charlotte Dean Engaged to Caleb Cooper.”The videos from last night’s event were everywhere. The clip of Caleb kneeling before Charlotte, the diamond ring sparkling, and Charlotte’s tearful “yes” was being replayed on every TV screen across the country.It was as though the whole world was celebrating a love story that had been long in the making. But for one man, the same story felt like a sharp blade piercing deep into his chest.Inside his office at Mills Corp, Nathan sat at his desk, the morning sunlight spilling across the table. Two men in black suits sat opposite him, presenting their reports on an ongoing project.Nathan was nodding faintly to their words, pretending to listen, but his mind was far away.Then, the television mounted on the wall suddenly switched from the financial news to the breaking headline.His attention caught it i
The past few weeks had been filled with heavy silence in the Mills mansion.Nathan sat in his study that evening, the soft tick of the wall clock echoing through the room. Papers were scattered on the table before him, untouched.His eyes stared blankly out of the window, lost in thoughts that refused to leave him.The door creaked open slowly. He turned slightly, not in the mood for interruptions. It was Jennifer, her face bright and glowing with excitement.In her hand, she held a folded paper.“What is it, woman?” Nathan asked sharply, his tone cold, unwilling to mask his irritation.Jennifer smiled widely, as if she didn’t notice his harshness. “I’m pregnant,” she announced happily, her voice high-pitched with joy. “Nathan, we’re going to have another baby!”She stretched the paper towards him like a child showing off a prize.Nathan’s face didn’t shift from its blank expression. He collected the paper, unfolded it, and glanced through.The test result was clear, Jennifer Mills, s
The conference room inside Golden Aura was filled with a mix of excitement and formality. Charlotte sat at the head of the long glass table, flanked by her lawyer, two of her board members, and their guests — Mr. Goodman and his company lawyer. The large windows let in soft daylight, illuminating the stacks of neatly arranged documents before them.The air smelled faintly of coffee and expensive perfume. Tablets, files, and branded notepads were spread neatly across the polished table. Sandra Oliver stood quietly by the side with a folder pressed against her chest, her sharp eyes moving around the room to ensure everything remained in order.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Goodman began, adjusting his glasses. “It’s a pleasure to formalize this partnership today. I must say, Miss Dean, your work speaks volumes.”“Thank you, Mr. Goodman,” Charlotte replied, her smile polite and professional. “We look forward to a partnership that benefits both sides.”There was confidence in her voice,
Charlotte moved from one section of the production unit of her company to another with Mr. Goodman, a potential investor, and his son, Yul Goodman. By her right was her personal assistant, Sandra Oliver, jotting down observations and making sure nothing was out of place. The Goodmans had requested to see the heart of the empire that had become the talk of the city, and Charlotte gladly led the tour herself.The production floor buzzed with activity. Machines hummed steadily while workers moved around in uniforms bearing the company’s logo. Boxes of cosmetics were stacked neatly at one side while fashion materials filled another section. The scent of perfume and fresh fabric lingered faintly in the air.Charlotte walked with confidence, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. Every worker who passed greeted her respectfully, and she responded with warm nods.As they walked, Charlotte explained the operations of each unit, her voice clear and confident. Mr. Goodman n
The car moved smoothly along the dimly lit road, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the heavy silence inside the SUV. Streetlights flashed past the tinted windows in slow, measured intervals, casting fleeting shadows across Nathan's face. He sat rigidly at the back, his posture stiff and
By nightfall, the city had grown quieter and more subdued, the earlier rush fading into distant hums of traffic and scattered streetlights that dotted the darkness like small beacons. Nathan stood outside a modest but well-kept apartment building, his posture rigid and tense as he faced Marcel wit
The urgent call from Marcel turned out to be strictly work-related, though it came at the worst possible time imaginable. A major client from New York—one Nathan had spent years carefully cultivating, had suddenly requested a face-to-face meeting, insisting emphatically that it had to be Nathan hi
A few days later, the house was unusually quiet.Charlotte sat alone in the living room, the curtains half drawn, the late afternoon light spilling softly across the carpet. In her hands was a small stack of photographs, slightly worn at the edges, corners bent from how often she had looked at the







