LOGINBy evening, Nathan was seated in his office, his back straight against the leather chair, his gaze fixed on the polished desk. The fading sunlight from the tall glass windows cast long shadows across the office, making the atmosphere feel unusually heavy. Across from him sat Marcel, leaning carelessly in his chair, his hand tapping the armrest, his eyes darting at Nathan with unease.Beside Marcel sat a poised woman in her mid-thirties, neatly dressed, her smile calm but professional, Ms. Adams, a highly recommended event planner.The office remained quiet for several seconds before Marcel finally broke the silence.Marcel cleared his throat. “Are you sure about this, Boss?” His voice carried the weight of hesitation, his eyes narrowing slightly.Everything about the scene felt off to him. It wasn’t the wedding itself that made him uncomfortable; it was the speed, the rush, the sense that Nathan was running toward something without looking where his feet landed.Nathan’s face turned
The early morning sunlight filtered into Nathan Mills’ room, spilling gently across the cream curtains and crawling over the edges of the bed. He stirred, groaning softly as his body stretched itself awake.With a slow yawn, he rubbed his eyes, then turned to the right side of the bed, ready to rise. But suddenly, his body froze.There she was.Jennifer Drake stood like a statue, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes fiery, her whole posture like someone ready for a fight.Nathan’s brows tightened immediately. His sleepy expression vanished at once, replaced by irritation.“What the hell are you doing in my room?” Nathan burst out, his voice roughened by sleep but sharp with irritation.Jennifer didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t answer.The silence only annoyed him further. Nathan pushed himself upright against the headboard, his gaze narrowing dangerously as he stared at her standing there near the center of the room in a silk nightgown that barely reached her knees.“N
Dinner had been laid neatly on the long mahogany table, the glow of the chandelier giving the dining room a golden warmth. The crystal bowls sparkled under the lights while the polished silverware reflected faint shadows across the expensive wooden surface. Plates of carefully prepared meals rested untouched in some corners of the table, steam rising gently into the quiet air.But the atmosphere was nothing close to warm.Only Nathan and his aunt sat there, plates before them, spoons clinking softly against porcelain. One chair, the one that belonged to Jennifer now, stood empty.Earlier, a maid had gone upstairs to call her down. When she returned, she looked troubled. Rosemary noticed immediately. The older woman’s sharp eyes missed nothing inside her mansion.“Where is Jennifer?” Rosemary asked, her brows already tightening.The maid swallowed hard before answering. “Ma… I went to inform her that dinner is ready. But Ms. Drake sent me away. She said…” The girl hesitated, her eye
Jennifer sat curled on the wide couch in the living room, her eyes fixed lazily on the television though her mind wasn’t really there. One hand rested around the glass of milk she held carefully, while the other moved slowly over her stomach in gentle circles.Her belly had begun to show clearly now.Four months gone.A faint smile touched her lips as she leaned deeper into the expensive leather couch. Finally, things were changing in her favor. No matter what anyone thought about her, no matter how many insults Rosemary Mills threw at her face, she carried Nathan Mills’ child. At least that was what she believed with all her heart.And to her, that changed everything. No one could throw her away now.No one.One of the housemaids approached carefully, almost nervously, as though she already sensed danger hanging in the atmosphere. She stopped a short distance away and bowed politely. “Ms. Drake,” the maid said softly, “what would you like to take for dinner today, or should we pr
Marcel sat across from Nathan in his office, his face calm but his words sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence hanging in the room. Earlier, he had been pacing restlessly beside the glass walls, his polished shoes scraping lightly against the tiled floor, but now he leaned against the edge of the desk with his arms folded firmly across his chest.His eyes stayed fixed on Nathan.“Boss,” he said quietly, “the stakeholders were right. You know they don’t talk that way unless it’s serious. The media has been on our neck since the whole uproar about Jennifer’s pregnancy. Headlines everywhere. It’s not just you, it’s dragging the company down.”Nathan pressed his lips together tightly, biting hard enough to feel pain sting through them.Slowly, Nathan turned his swivel chair away from Marcel. For a moment, only his back was visible while his reflection appeared faintly against the tinted glass walls.His voice came out strained.“So what do you suggest I do now then?”Marcel hesi
It had been one month since the scandal that shook the Mills mansion, yet for Rosemary, the shame still clung stubbornly to her heart like smoke that refused to disappear after a fire. Every morning she woke up hoping the humiliation would fade a little, but instead it returned stronger, replaying itself vividly in her mind.Jennifer Drake’s trembling voice. The pregnancy revelation. The reporters’ flashing cameras. The whispers. The gossip.Rosemary could still hear it all.The memories tormented her endlessly. Sometimes she sat alone in her room for hours, staring into space while the events replayed over and over in her head like punishment. The disgrace had bruised her pride deeply.She rarely stepped outside now.The once-powerful woman who attended charity galas, business dinners, and elite gatherings with confidence had suddenly withdrawn from society. Even the thought of stepping out of the mansion made her chest tighten painfully.She imagined people whispering the moment
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 sharp knock echoed through the apartment, cutting through the fragile calm that had settled in the room like a knife through silk. Charlotte stiffened instantly, her entire body going rigid. Her hands paused mid-movement as she packed the ointment back into the first-aid box with careful precisi







