LOGINTheo's voice was low and soothing, like a tranquilizer, easing Bianca's restless thoughts. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted into sleep against his shoulder. Theo carried her upstairs, laying her gently on the bed. For a moment, he just looked at her—at the soft flush on her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her breath. He let out a quiet sigh. Hopeless. That's what he was when it came to her. These past few days without her, he hadn't slept at all. With one last glance at her peaceful face, he turned toward the bathroom—but just as he reached for the towel, a knock sounded at the door. His expression darkened as he pulled it open. Felix stood outside, his voice low. “Something's up.” Theo stepped out, closing the door behind him. Felix handed him a photo. It was a grainy image of a man—disheveled, his face gaunt, a small star-shaped tattoo on his cheek.
Theo'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
Inside the courtroom, tension simmered on the plaintiff side. Miles Clark sat with a stormy expression, his jaw clenched tight. Next to him, Mr. Stewart, the renowned attorney they had hired with such confidence, was gulping down water, his face unusually pale. On t
Rodney Snow casually slid into an empty seat, lit a cigarette, and regarded Helen with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Across the table, Theo sat in the seat of honor, exuding quiet authority. He glanced at Helen briefly, then turned back to his cards, tossing one onto the t
Helen assessed the situation after piecing everything together. I think he's into you. Why else would he add such flirty conditions? And forbid you from meeting other men. He's clearly jealous. Bianca's heart skipped a beat. I don't think that's the case. He probabl
Bianca's beautiful face was swollen and marred with scratches, faint traces of fingernail marks scattered across her delicate skin. Theo stood off to the side, his dark eyes ablaze with a storm of hostility. His clenched fist betrayed his struggle to contain his anger. Why do







