LOGINBriella leaned back in her seat.
Preston had been acting strange today—she could sense he had something to say, but in the end, he held it back.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the driver.
“Miss… we’re being followed. Should I lose them?”
His tone was calm and composed—clearly trained, not panicked.
Briella turned her head, glancing out the window. Not far behind them was a white Porsche, trailing steadily. Further back, a black Audi shadowed their every turn.
“They’ve been behind us since we left the building,” the driver added.
“Take us somewhere with light traffic,” Briella instructed coldly.
“Yes, Miss.”
The driver changed direction, heading toward the outskirts of the city.
As they reached a quiet stretch of road, the two trailing cars grew bolder.
The white Porsche swerved aggressively, trying to force them to stop.
Diego’s eyes were dark and unreadable, like a lake sealed beneath layers of winter ice.He lounged lazily in a carved high-backed chair, but his relaxed posture did nothing to soften the oppressive power he exuded.His hand rested elegantly on the armrest—slender, pale, and precise, like it had been carved from marble.He looked down, unmoved, at the line of people forced to kneel before him.One glance was all it took.That emotionless gaze, as calm as still water, contained no rage, no pity—yet no one in the room dared to breathe loudly under it.The pressure was suffocating, as if even time had been frozen.None of the kneeling men dared speak.This was him—the terrifying ruler of Avenlith. Diego.He tilted his head slightly, his tone flat and indifferent, like death and life meant nothing to him.“This is the last group?”Behind him, Nash and Abel stood tall and aler
Prison.Silence returned.Briella pushed the iron door open and closed it behind her.Outside, Zedd was anxiously waiting. It had been so long—why wasn’t she out yet?At the sound of the door, he quickly stepped forward. “Teacher!”“She doesn’t need to leave this place ever again,” Briella said calmly, her eyes void of emotion, touched only by the faint shadow of weariness.No hatred. No relief.Just pure reason—cold and detached.Zedd suppressed the unease stirring in his chest. “Don’t worry, Teacher.”Briella nodded slightly, handed him the key, and walked away.The corridor was long, dimly lit from above. Her slender figure stretched into the distance under the pale glow, casting an aura of quiet desolation.In that moment, Zedd suddenly felt the overwhelming loneliness surrounding her, a sense of detachment that made her
“Ria! Get on your knees!”Dutton’s voice boomed through the grand hall, his face twisted in a fury unlike anything the household had seen before.Without saying a word, Ria pressed her lips together and knelt down.“Dad,” Ryan stepped forward, his suit crisp, his tone calm but worried. “I know she joined the competition behind our backs, but she did well—remarkably well. Isn’t that worth something?”Dutton waved his hand sharply, silencing him. “Ryan, stay out of this. Go upstairs and deal with company matters. I’ll handle this myself.”He turned back to his daughter, voice sharp as a blade. “Do you realize what you did wrong?”Ria kept her head down, silent.His tone softened just a touch. “Ria… didn’t you promise your father you wouldn’t touch music again? Can you do that for me?”She finally loo
"Of course I deserve it! I, Paige Sawyer, was enrolled in the top music conservatory of Solandra! I've had a natural talent for piano since I was a child! In my senior year of high school, I won the grand prize in the national music competition and was admitted without even needing to apply! Everyone acknowledged my talent!"Paige lay sprawled on the ground, using all her strength to crawl forward, hands scraping against the floor.She gasped for breath.Why does she get to stand above us all? Why is she adored and praised? She should be just like us—no, even more pitiful and pathetic than us!"Grand prize? Admitted without applying? Top conservatory? Heh. You just stole my music. And now you're acting like it was rightfully yours? I've always wondered—how did you manage to pull that off?"Briella stood still, watching Paige crawl toward her inch by inch.After a beat, she added coldly:"Oh, by the way, you’re no lon
Evening.Briella stepped out of the car, her face expressionless as she carried a sleeping Moa in her arms.Koa trailed behind, his little face clouded with gloom, still haunted by the ultimate betrayal: ‘the clown... was me.’Just as Briella was about to shut the car door, a pale hand suddenly gripped it.Diego.His dark, unreadable eyes locked with hers.“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly.Briella kept her tone even. “No.”She took a few steps away before pausing, eyes lowering slightly. Everything felt like it was slipping out of her hands—spiraling further and further away from her original plan.It wasn’t supposed to be like this.She… had been sure.Then, she turned back.Her gaze was icy and sharp, stripped of all emotion.“Our agreement ends in two weeks. I expect you to keep your word.”The casual look
Diego naturally sensed Koa’s hostility. But instead of being offended, he remained surprisingly patient.With a voice laced in charm, he said, “Well, if that’s true, then it’s strange. Why would I run off if I already had a wife? Or… did you and Moa approach me on purpose from the beginning? For what reason?”Koa: “...”‘This old man’s trying to trap me! Ha, does he think I can’t tell? I’m not some clueless little kid!’He stabbed a straw into his bubble tea. “So you’re saying it’s not true.”Diego paused slightly, clearly not expecting Koa to stay this calm. He chuckled, gaze landing on Koa’s frosty little face. With a sigh, he muttered like he didn’t mind, “Only five years old and already something else. Just like your mommy, Briella.”“Uncle Diego, you’re mistaken. My godmother’s name is Briella.





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