登入Arvan's POVI stood in front of my office window for a long time after Lara and Rio left.The door was closed.The room had gone quiet again.Yet somehow, my mind only grew louder."Maybe Reyna isn't as bad as I've believed all this time."I dragged a hand roughly across my face.Why had I said that?The words even sounded strange to my own ears.For four years I had always been certain that Reyna was the source of every problem in my life. The woman who had deliberately trapped me. The woman who was skilled at playing with tears. The woman who had used Kirana to keep me tethered to that marriage.But now... every time I met with her, that certainty seemed to lose its footing a little more.Especially after today's meeting.The image of Reyna filled my mind again.She was standing in front of the presentation screen in a simple cream blazer. Hair tied back neatly. Her voice calm as she walked through every detail of the Whitmore mansion renovation. Not a trace of uncertainty on her fa
Lara's POVThe elevator stopped at the executive floor of Hargrove Group with a soft chime.I held Rio's hand and stepped out. The corridor outside Arvan's office always felt composed — marble floors reflecting the light, glass walls partitioning the meeting rooms, employees moving quickly without much talk."Mama, where is Uncle Arvan?" Rio whispered, his head swiveling left and right."We'll see him shortly," I answered. "Remember what Mama said. Be on your best behavior."Rio nodded obediently.Before I could take another step, the door to the secretariat opened. A man came out carrying a stack of documents.Daniel.Arvan's personal assistant. The man who had always been trusting enough with me — and whose mouth was sometimes looser than he realized.He looked briefly startled, then smiled politely. "Mrs. Lara?""Daniel." I returned his smile warmly. "What good timing. I was hoping to see Arvan."Daniel glanced toward the door of the main office. "I'm sorry, Mr. Arvan is in an onli
Lara's POVI stared at my phone with a clenched jaw.My screen displayed a series of photos of Arvan and Reyna. All of them sent by the insider I had been paying to monitor Reyna's every move at Ashford Corporation.The first photo showed Reyna entering the conference room with a bag full of documents. The second showed Arvan seated at the far end of the table, his dark suit immaculate as always. The third made my fingers tighten around the phone.Arvan was watching Reyna.His gaze wasn't obvious. Anyone else might have taken it for ordinary professional attention. But I had known Arvan longer than anyone. I knew the way he looked at people. I knew how his eyes changed when someone caught his interest.And I did not like what I was seeing.The last photo made my blood boil.Reyna and Arvan both reaching for the blueprint on the table at the same time. Their fingertips nearly touching. Just a few centimeters apart."How dare she." I threw my phone onto the sofa. "That woman never gives
Aldric returned to the dining table with calmer steps.His expression had smoothed back out, controlled, as though the phone call moments ago had never happened. But I caught the lingering tension that hadn't quite left the corner of his jaw. The way he pulled out his chair just a fraction too carefully."Sorry," he said as he sat down. "Office matters that needed immediate attention."I wanted to ask. The question was already hanging at the tip of my tongue. Who needed to be moved, who was about to arrive. But I swallowed it back down.If Aldric didn't want to talk about it, pressing him would only make him feel cornered. I had learned to respect that boundary, just as he respected mine."It's all right," I answered, forcing a smile. "Work doesn't care what time it is."We continued eating. Aldric asked about my plans for the weekend, I answered with as much as felt natural. He told me something funny that had happened at the office, I laughed in the right places.Everything looked n
I stared at the phone screen for a long moment.How did Kevin know so quickly? My meeting with Mrs. Viviana had ended only a few minutes ago. Lara had just left the café. No one had even had time to spread the news.Yet Kevin already knew.I typed a reply, my fingers hesitating above the screen for a moment."Are you spying on me? How do you always know what's happening to me?"The reply came quickly, as always."Let's just say I have my own way of making sure you're okay."I frowned. An answer that didn't answer anything."That's creepy, Kevin.""Or caring. Depends on your point of view." There was a small laughing emoji at the end. "Now stop overthinking. Go home. You've worked hard today."I let out a sigh, but the corner of my lips lifted without me realizing it.Kevin was always like that. Mysterious, impossible to predict, coming and going like the wind. But somehow, in the middle of all the people trying to bring me down, his presence felt like the one safe place I could rely o
The room felt frozen by Mrs. Viviana's ultimatum.Lara stood behind her with a smile she could barely conceal. I knew she was savoring every second of this.Ms. Brennan looked at Mrs. Viviana with a furrowed brow. "Mrs. Viviana, I think you're being too hasty in your judgment—""I'm not judging, Olivia. I'm deciding." Mrs. Viviana lifted her chin. "I've been in business long enough to know that reputation matters. And I don't want my company's name associated with a woman who abandons her own family."I drew a quiet breath.I could stay silent. Let Ms. Brennan handle this. But silence would only let Lara's accusations take deeper root."Mrs. Viviana." My voice was calm and clear. "May I ask you one thing?"The woman looked at me with a condescending gaze. "What?""You said family is everything. I agree." I held her gaze without blinking. "Which is why I'd like to ask — would you entrust a business decision this important to just one version of a story you heard from a third party?"Mr
After calming myself following Arvan's message, I carried the three gift boxes out of my office.I held the smallest one myself. The two larger boxes were too heavy to carry at once, so I asked two of the security guards stationed on the floor for help. They looked uncertain for a moment, but event
Aldric POVThe clock showed seven in the evening.Reyna had been asleep for nearly four hours.Earlier, the moment she stepped out of the car, she went straight up to her room. I didn't stop her. Didn't ask why she'd been crying. Not because I didn't care. I just wanted her to settle first.Reyna n
After more than three hours of driving, I arrived at the clinic Casper had mentioned. The place was exactly as described. Small. Remote. The signboard had long since faded. Two plastic chairs sat on the front porch, one of them tilted against the wall because a leg had snapped off. I parked, got o
Lunch was lively.Mrs. Whitmore led the conversation with energy that never seemed to tire — telling stories about her mother's home, childhood memories, how she had been imagining the renovation for years. Everyone around the table responded with enthusiasm. Zain joined in at the right moments wit







