LOGINRosemary Mills climbed down from the stage with firm, controlled steps, though her heart hammered violently inside her chest. Her face remained composed, elegant, unreadable, but inside her, anger and fear battled fiercely.Without saying another word, she headed straight toward the restroom Jennifer Drake had rushed into moments earlier.The crowd parted immediately for her.The reporters watched hungrily, sensing scandal thickening in the air. Cameras flashed endlessly around Rosemary.But she ignored everything.The penetrating gazes. The restless whispers. The aggressive reporters trying to follow behind her.Her attention remained fixed on only one person.Jennifer.At that moment, nothing else mattered to her anymore.When all a woman wants is for the person she loves to live peacefully and happily, every other thing slowly loses meaning.Nathan remained standing where Jennifer left him.His chest rose and fell heavily.Confusion clouded his face.Marcel stood beside him silent
Rosemary Mills stood gracefully beneath the golden chandelier lights, her red gown flowing elegantly around her body as she faced the crowd. The expensive fabric shimmered each time the cameras flashed, and the diamonds around her neck sparkled with intimidating brilliance. In moments like this, she looked every inch the powerful matriarch people feared and respected in equal measure.The hall remained quiet after the earlier applause, everyone waiting for her next words.Nathan stood near the center of the room, one hand buried inside his pocket while the other loosely held a glass of untouched wine. Though he wore an expensive black suit tailored perfectly to his body, there was still an emptiness in his eyes no designer cloth could hide.Beside him stood Jennifer Drake, clinging subtly to his arm as if trying to claim her territory before the entire room.Rosemary inhaled slowly before speaking again.“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said, stepping closer to the microphone with measu
Nathan returned home later that evening, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin after hours of driving aimlessly through the city. But just as he approached the house, something unusual pulled him out of his thoughts before he even reached the door.The parking lot.It was full.Not just occupied, but crowded in a way he had not seen in a long time. Cars lined the driveway in neat but overwhelming rows, their polished bodies reflecting the dim compound lights like silent watchers. Some of them were familiar, belonging to board members of Mills Corp, directors, and high-profile associates. Others, however, were completely unfamiliar, their presence raising questions in his already unsettled mind.Nathan slowed his steps instinctively, his gaze sweeping across the vehicles with growing suspicion. “What’s going on here?” he muttered under his breath, his voice low, almost swallowed by the night air.His chest tightened.A party?But why had no one informed him?And if it trul
Eight weeks had passed, and the man who had once been completely shattered by loss now appeared different. Nathan moved with a quieter presence, his voice more measured, his reactions no longer explosive. To anyone watching from the outside, it seemed as though he had accepted that Charlotte Dean was gone.To Rosemary and Jennifer, this change was comforting. It meant their efforts had not been in vain. It meant Nathan had found a way to keep living, even if that life looked nothing like the one he had once imagined for himself.That night, Nathan’s room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly against the glow of the city. The silence inside was broken only by the soft rustle of sheets and the low murmur of voices.Jennifer lay beside him, her head resting lightly against his chest, her fingers tracing absent patterns along his arm. There was an intimacy between them, but it carried a strange weight, as though something unspoken hovered between their closeness.“I love you,” she whisp
Inspector Gerald Ford sat in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, his back straight, his presence firm despite the calm setting. Danny sat upright, his shoulders slightly tense, his fingers loosely wrapped around his cup. He had been watching Gerald closely, waiting for him to speak, knowing fully well that silence from a man like Gerald often carried more weight than words.Finally, Gerald lifted his coffee and took a slow, deliberate sip. He didn’t rush it. He never rushed anything. Then he lowered the cup carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as they settled on Danny.“Did you find anything on the late Mr. Mills’ attorney?” Gerald asked, his tone controlled but firm.Danny exhaled quietly before answering, as though he had already rehearsed the response in his mind. “Nothing yet, sir,” he said. “I’ve checked records, reached out to contacts, even dug into old case files. The man is… difficult to trace. It’s like he wiped himself clean. No clear address, no recent activity. It’s l
Nathan’s lips trembled.His eyes filled slowly, the tears gathering before spilling over. He turned his face to the side, pressing it into the pillow as though hiding from the truth would make it disappear.His chest rose and fell unevenly as quiet sobs escaped him.Regret wrapped around him like chains.Every memory returned with cruel clarity; the years of neglect, the cold silence, the words he wished he could take back. Each one pierced him deeper than the last.Rosemary stood slowly, her movements deliberate as she walked toward the bed.For a moment, her voice softened.“Nathan,” she said quietly, the edge of authority replaced by something unfamiliar, something almost gentle. “If you truly loved Charlotte, then the best thing you can do now is honor her memory by moving on. Let her rest. Don’t destroy yourself like this.”Nathan didn't respond. His attention had shifted.His eyes were no longer on her. They were fixed on the door.His breathing caught suddenly, his entire expr
About a week later, the pale morning light filtered weakly into Charlotte's hospital room. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air, heavy and unchanging. Charlotte sat on the edge of her hospital bed, slowly buttoning up a loose cardigan over the thin gown she had been wearing for days. Her movem
Celine stood frozen for a split second, watching the way Nathan’s grip tightened around Charlotte’s wrist, watching the way his brows knit together as if some buried memory was clawing its way to the surface. Panic surged through her chest. Her heart raced so loudly she was sure everyone around co
“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







