MasukTheo's lips twitched, but he said nothing. Instead, he leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, his sharp gaze fixed on her. Bianca hesitated, gripping the microphone a little tighter, then slowly, she lifted the microphone to her lips and started singing in a slow, magnetic voice. Her voice was soft, sweet, like a lullaby, drifting through the dimly lit room. Theo had never heard her sing before. Music had never been something he cared for, especially classic oldies like this. But right now, in this moment, he found the song beautiful. The lyrics, the melody, everything about it felt right. And yet, just as he was settling into the moment, the song ended too soon. A chorus of applause filled the room. Then—“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Daniel and Helen immediately started chanting, grinning like troublemakers. Bianca's eyes widened. She shot Helen a glare, silently vowing revenge. But before she could prote
Ruth lingered behind, sidling up to Theo with a coy smile. “Mr. Williams,” she purred, positioning herself close. “Why aren't you coming with us?” Theo shot her a cold glare. She didn't flinch. If anything, she took it as a challenge. Ever since the first time she'd met Theo, she hadn't seen another man who even came close to his level of elegance. It was a shame that his background didn't initially seem like a match for hers, but after learning that he was an influential person in America, she saw him in a different light. She thought they would make a perfect match. “Perhaps you don't know much about the Martin family,” Ruth continued smoothly, ignoring his indifference. “We have over $50 billion in assets, and we're expanding rapidly—F&B, travel, finance, technology, you name it. And soon,” she smiled, “we'll be partnering with Harrington Corporation, one of the top 500 companies globally.”
That's not her fault. Helen could still hear the heated voices behind her, but she didn't turn back. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as she climbed the stairs, her vision blurring. Thankfully, Bianca was there to steady her. I shouldn't have said that, Bianca muttered. Helen shook her head, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. No, I've wanted to say it for a long time. She let out a shaky breath. You've picked up on something twice, but do you know how many times I've seen Linda? Almost as often as I've gone on dates with Henry. Bianca blinked, stunned. She'd been studying abroad for years and hadn't kept close track of Helen's love life. But this... this was worse than she imagined. A bitter smile played on Helen's lips. Seven out of ten times. Henry brought Linda along—even to the cinema. She let out a short, humorless laugh. And the three times we
A flicker of warmth softened Chris's gaze as he studied Bianca. 20 years gone. In the blink of an eye, he murmured.The little baby girl from back then has grown so much. You look just like your mother.Bianca's heart clenched at the mention of her mother.I heard she saved your life once, she asked curiously.Chris's lips curled into a faint, nostalgic smile.That's right. Don't be fooled by what you see now. I wasn't always like this. I was drowning in debt, barely surviving. Then I met your mother. She gave me a chance, took me under her wing, and I started working for her.That's how I got to where I am today.Bianca blinked, absorbing his words. A woman's instinct whispered in the back of her mind. This man had been more than just grateful to her mother. He had loved her.Her chest tightened. She passed away so young.Chris's smile faded. Yes, he exhaled, the weight of old grief settling in his eyes.I never understood why your mother sud
Aunt Wendy let out a weary sigh, shaking her head. I don't know for sure, but I believe he's from a powerful family in Washington, DC. A glimmer of hope flickered in Bianca's eyes. Did this mean she had a chance to meet her birth father? But if he was truly from an influential family, why had he abandoned her mother? Had he already built a new life, leaving them behind as nothing more than a forgotten past? Silence settled over the hospital room, thick with unspoken thoughts. Then Sebastian broke it. For Aunt Wendy's safety, we should move her to another hospital before the Norths catch wind of her whereabouts. I know the director of a private hospital. He can help. Bianca nodded. You're right. She can't stay here. Without wasting time, they spent the next hour handling the transfer paperwork. But as Bianca finalized the arrangements at the reception desk, she failed to no
The following day, dressed in her new clothes, Bianca headed to Green Mountain to check on the renovation progress. The builders were hard at work, laying bricks and cementing walls. She walked around the site, discussing the progress with the head contractor. When Sebastian entered from outside, his gaze lingered on her outfit. Nice clothes. A recent purchase, yep. A bright smile spread across her face as she thought about how Theo had bought them for her. Sebastian caught the happiness in her eyes, and for some reason, an unsettling discomfort settled in his chest. Before he could dwell on it, Bianca's phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. She hesitated briefly before answering. Hello? A distressed voice came through the line. Is this Miss North? A woman named Wendy has passed out in her rental home. I tried calling the contacts on her phone, but no one was willing to come. Wendy... Aunt Wendy. He
Let me help you. Theo bent down, extending his hand, a sleek watch peeked from beneath his cuff, minimal in design with a sapphire exhibition case back and a brown leather band. Its understated elegance outshone the flashy timepieces celebrities flaunted on billboards. Bianca's eyes dri
Bianca ignored the comment, grabbing a bowl of oatmeal and setting it in front of him. Here, start with this. It's healthy, and it'll give you energy for the day. He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before finally sitting down. He picked up a spoon and took a bite. His moveme
Bianca, why are you handing out leaflets in the streets? Rebecca stepped out from the passenger seat. Bianca's chest tightened, but her expression remained unreadable. Edward once said the passenger seat of his car belonged only to her. The irony stung like a fresh wound. Where else would I be?
Bianca met President Sterling's steady gaze. President Sterling, I was the one who secured our place in the bidding process. In 15 days, you can choose the design sketch you prefer. I trust your judgment and will respect your decision without objection. Her sincere tone pleased Presiden







