LOGINThe head guard halted immediately. He bowed at Damian’s command before retreating backward."What are you doing?" Oliver muttered helplessly.Damian nodded toward Vincent. Their eyes met, speaking in silent understanding.Vincent bowed slightly after receiving the message and walked toward the head guard, whispering something into his ear.The head guard nodded in response, comprehension flashing across his face, before Vincent returned to his place.Oliver looked around, anger and uncertainty clashing as everything he had planned crumbled before his eyes. His face twisted, real fury boiling beneath the surface.Tonia also scanned the surroundings uneasily. Her narrowed gaze moved from Mr. Stewart to Damian, then to Vincent. Her brows knitted in confusion before her eyes landed on Oliver seeming defeated."What the hell is this situation?" she muttered in frustration, struggling against the guards’ grip.They didn’t budge. Their hold on her remained firm."Take him to my office," Dam
A week earlier.Oliver sat lazily in the office chair, the room mirroring his presence: balanced, controlled, and coldly composed.His back rested against the rolling chair, his legs crossed casually atop the cluttered table, which was lined with neatly arranged files. His expression was neutral, almost satisfied, like a man who had already made his move and was simply waiting for the board to respond.The room was quiet. It's calm collided seamlessly with his own.Then, abruptly, he straightened.His feet dropped to the floor and his fingers began tapping against the table, sharp and restless. The ease drained from his face, replaced by a flicker of unease."Do you think he’ll accept my offer?" he murmured to himself.Silence answered him.He exhaled and shook his head."No… it won’t be easy." His gaze darkened."But…" His eyes narrowed slowly. "No one would say no to this. It’s tempting... even for me." He leaned back again, forcing calm into his posture."And if he has any sense,
"What do you mean by that?" Damian snapped from his chair, his expression instantly hardening.Vincent flinched and bowed deeply."Actually, sir… I received a call from outside earlier. They said a woman is looking for you. I tried to get your attention, but you seemed lost in thought, so I stayed still." He paused, letting out a sigh. "I didn’t want to interrupt you."Damian exhaled slowly, regaining his composure before speaking again."So… is she really mad?" His hand lifted toward his ear as he hesitated, the gesture was uncertain."Or just someone acting like a madwoman?" he added."No, sir. She’s a woman. And… I believe she’s someone you’ve encountered before. She claimed to know you well," Vincent replied carefully."What?" Damian shot back. "How would you know that?""That can never happen," he added sharply. "Over my dead body, I’m not that low.""Sir, I got the call outside," Vincent said calmly."So you didn’t even check for yourself?" Damian snapped. "How incompetent of yo
Just as the door opened, Tony’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing Kaira standing there made his chest tighten. Relief washed over him at once. She was safe, right in front of him. Alive.But along with that relief came everything he had been trying to suppress. Feelings he had never confessed. And then... Oliver.Oliver had approached him a week ago. All because of Kaira.Reflecting on it now, Tony wondered if the decision he had made was truly safe, or if it had been driven by desperation and fear. Because they were still after Oliver, and sooner or later, they would get to her as well. Maybe not as boldly as before, but they would.Especially after what he had heard from Oliver.A week ago, after Tonia went into the house and Tony paid for the taxi, he stood there for a while, watching as it drove off. His mind was heavy with the danger that could come for Kaira. Not just from his sister, but from the gangs as well.He let out a sigh, his eyes fixed on the empty road.Jeremy walked c
Kaira’s POVAfter Sarah left, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.Because after what she said, I wanted clarity—but she denied me that. She stood up abruptly, said her goodbyes, and left with a disturbing smirk.Like… like she had just been waiting for me to drink that potion... or medicine, I did not know but it felt that way.My stomach kept hurting and rumbling. It was so uncomfortable that I thought about going to the hospital before something worse happened. But then… with my condition now, would I even be strong enough to get there?The pain was undeniable... worse than anything I had ever felt before. It came in sudden rushes and then stopped just as quickly. Then a wicked headache followed, making my vision blur, like I might collapse any second."This cannot do," I said in a weak, shaking voice as I pushed myself up from the couch.I wasn’t even able to see Sarah out. I had gotten too weak, too overwhelmed. And she herself didn’t seem like she wanted me close
Damian sat on the chair in his office, the cool morning breeze drifting in through the window, calming the weather as it blended with the hum of the air conditioner.He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his hands folded together, and his back balanced against the chair. His expression was distant, and unreadable.Meanwhile, Vincent stood nearby, at attention, maintaining the serious posture he always kept, his head slightly bowed."Hey," Damian said.His voice came out low and flat.Silence followed.Vincent remained in his position, unmoving. He hadn't heard Damian because his voice had been too low.Damian didn’t bother to call again. Instead, as he stared at Vincent, a memory resurfaced.The air in Doctor L’s office had frozen that day—thick with tension, heavy with Vincent’s pounding heartbeat and the doctor’s silent, mysterious pain. The doctor had been kneeling on the floor in desperation, yet was completely ignored.When Damian had asked what was on Vincent’s mind, he







