LOGINAllyna’s hands stilled on Elle's back, her posture turning slightly rigid as she absorbed the weight of those words. She pulled back just enough to look down, framing Elle’s tear-stained face with both of her hands. Her dark eyes searched Elle's dazed expression with an intense, quiet gravity. "Mcki, look at me," Allyna murmured, her voice dropping into a gentle but incredibly cautious whisper. "What do you mean by that? How exactly did you see your dad and Osmund looking at each other?" Elle swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she looked up into the intense gaze of Allyna. The safety of the locked bedroom gave her the courage to finally voice the dizzying thought that had been taking root in her mind all evening. "It wasn't just a business greeting, Celeste," Elle whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched Allyna’s wrists. "In the foyer, when Osmund arrived... my dad's entire face changed. The cold armor he always wears around us just completely melted away. And then
The heavy silence of the room wrapped around them, a sharp contrast to the suffocating theater of the downstairs foyer and dining room. Allyna leaned back against the wood of the door, her dark eyes tracking Elle as the girl dropped her bag onto a chair. Deep down, Allyna was actually the person who wanted Elle to finally know the truth about her father’s true preferences more than anyone. She had known Elle suffer through years of misplaced guilt, carrying the agonizing trauma of her mother’s sudden departure, all while Ronan used his daughter's pain as a convenient shield to bury his own secrets. Allyna hated the unfairness of it. She hated how much it had cost Elle's emotional well-being. But despite that burning desire for justice, Allyna refused to be the one to break the silence. She didn't want the truth to come from her lips. She firmly believed that the revelation had to come from Ronan himself; he was the right one to say it. At the end of the day, it was his life, hi
The moment dinner concluded, the fragile illusion of family dinner dissolved instantly. Ronan wiped his mouth with a linen napkin, his authoritative mask sliding seamlessly back into place as he stood up from the head of the table. "Osmund, let's move to the study," Ronan commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We have the quarterly merger files to review before tomorrow morning." Osmund offered a polite, practiced nod to Allyna and Elle, playing the part of the diligent business partner to perfection. "Of course. Lead the way." As the two men exited the dining room, the heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut behind them, instantly cutting off the rest of the house. The room was draped in dark leather and mahogany, smelling faintly of expensive scotch and old paper. The moment the lock turned, the professional distance between them vanished, replaced by years of built-up frustration. "How much longer, Ronan?" Osmund demanded, not even waiting for Ron
From where he sat at Ronan’s right hand, Osmund kept his expression perfectly smooth, maintaining the calm, dependable demeanor he had worn for years. But beneath the mahogany table, his fist was clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palm. He hadn't come tonight just for a casual dinner or a standard business briefing. Tonight, he wanted a definitive answer. For years, Osmund had played his part in this elaborate, exhausting theater production. He had stood in the shadows, watching Ronan marry Allyna, watching him build a flawless, traditional kingdom out of pure pride, all while hiding the only truth that actually mattered. Osmund was drowning. He was desperately tired of going with the flow, entirely suffocated by the endless, performance-driven acts required to keep their true relationship a secret from the world. Tonight, he was going to force Ronan to tell him exactly how much longer they were expected to live a lie. Reaching for the wine decanter, Osmund purpo
Before Ronan could press the matter or question the sudden familiarity, the heavy brass door knocker echoed sharply through the foyer, cutting the tense conversation short. The sound broke the momentary spell, and Ronan’s attention instantly snapped away from Allyna. The faint line of confusion on his brow cleared as he smoothed down the front of his tailored vest, stepping toward the entrance to open the door. "Ah, that must be Osmund," Ronan murmured, his authoritative composure returning in full force as the large double doors swung open once more. As Osmund stepped fully into the light, the cold, rigid demeanor Ronan usually wore like armor completely melted away. A genuine, unforced warmth flashed across her father's face—a stark contrast to the calculated, business-like affection he had shown his own wife and daughter just moments prior. He didn't just shake Osmund's hand; he clapped him on the shoulder with an ease and fondness that Elle had never once witnessed from h
The massive double doors of the mansion groaned open, and the oppressive grandeur of the foyer swallowed them whole. The marble floors reflected the harsh light of the crystal chandelier overhead, casting a cold glow over the man standing right in the center of the room. Ronan was waiting.He stood with his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers, his sharp, calculating eyes immediately scanning both of them as they crossed the threshold. "Dad," Elle said, stepping forward first. A sharp spike of anxiety sliced through her chest, but she masterfully forced her voice to remain steady, burying her panic beneath a well-practiced smile. She leaned in and pressed a brief, familiar kiss against her father's cheek, doing everything she could to project the image of the dutiful daughter."Sweetie," Ronan replied, his voice rich and deep, carrying the absolute authority of a man who owned everything in his orbit. He pat her shoulder affectionately before his gaze
"What did I do wrong?" naguguluhang tanong ni Queen. Kanina lang ay okay naman ito, ngunit ngayon ay parang nag-transform ito sa pagiging tao at naging tigre. "Do you really have to do it here? It's my first time, Queen. Shouldn't you choose a decent place to do it?" Tunog nagtatampo nito at umal
"What about my car?" habol hiningang tanong ni Oli ng nasa parking lot na sila papunta sa kotse ni Queen. "Let's get back to that tomorrow. For now, I can't take it anymore. I want you." Mahihimigan ang kawalan ng self-control kay Queen. Tila ba nilamon Siya ng matinding pangangailangan. Tu
"So where's your mistress?" Akusang tanong ni Elle nang makarating sila sa isang hotel. "Are you still denying that you are jealous? because you really are right now, Mcki. And for the ninth time, Queen is just a friend. " Napaiwas na lang ng tingin si Elle. Sa itsura ng lugar, laking pasasal
Sa huli, na-realize ni Elle na masyado siyang naging harsh sa kaibigan. Ito na nga lang Ang nag iisang taong pilit Siya inuunawa kahit Hindi naman nito responsibidad iyon. "I'm sorry, Oli." bigkas niya sa hangin. Mabigat Siyang lumakad para umattend sa kanyang klase. Matapos Ang huling klase

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