เข้าสู่ระบบ“How did it go?” Alistair asked the question as soon as he caught up to Ramona in the hallway. She was standing in front of the elevators, her back to him, looking at the blinking lights as if they held the secrets of the universe.
“Though I still don't know what to make of her, I like her backbone,” she replied, sounding skeptical, still not looking at him. "I’m still not sure what to
"Seven days," Alistair muttered to himself, dragging a heavy hand down his face. "No, no, it’s now just three more days left. Fuck!"He paced the length of his sprawling penthouse suite. His heavy footsteps thudded rhythmically against the expensive hardwood floor. He felt entirely caged. The walls of the luxurious suite felt like they were closing in on him.The heavy double doors of the room cracked open, and Marcus peeked his head around the corner."Sir, did you call for me?" Marcus asked cautiously.Alistair stopped pacing and looked up, his eyes slightly wild. "No, no, no, Marcus. I did not call for you.""Okay," Marcus said softly. He started to close the door, but then he paused. He watched his Alpha pace back and forth with a tense, aggressive energy. Marcus frowned in concern. "Are you good, sir? Is everything all right?"Alistair forced himself to stop moving. He gave a sharp, dismissive nod. "Yeah, sure. I am good."Marcus hesitated in the doorway, clearly unwilling to le
"You need to be careful, Sol," Agent Jeremiah warned through the phone speaker. "Your instinct is absolutely right. This sounds exactly like a trap." "I know.” Solana replied as rubbed her temple, staring blindly at the sketches on her desk. “I will keep my guard up.""Do not engage with them," Jeremiah added firmly. "If it is the syndicate trying to lure you out, they will try again. Let me run a trace on the domain.""Okay," Solana agreed, and ended the call.She let out a heavy breath, her shoulders tense. She was sitting in the private workroom of her studio, trying to focus on her latest designs, but her mind was completely scattered.Mira poked her head through the doorway. "Is everything alright?"Solana quickly straightened her posture. "Yup, everything is perfectly fine."Mira stepped into the room, holding a tablet. "Well, we just got another email. It is the exact same type that was sent to us two days ago." She paused, her brows furrowing in confusion. “They are still ca
Caspian frowned, leaning against the doorframe. "What happened?""He got a phone call," Solana explained, shaking her head. "He stepped away to answer it and when he came back, he was completely different. It was like a steel wall just dropped over him. He said he had an emergency, cut the date short, and took me back to my studio."Caspian tried very hard to hide the relief on his face. "Well, he runs a huge empire.” He commented, doing his best to act as a supportive friend instead of fist-pumping the way he wanted to. “Maybe he really did have a work emergency.""Maybe," Solana murmured, feigning complete nonchalance. “It’s not like I c…”Her words faded when her phone suddenly pinged with an incoming notification.She walked over and picked it up. As she read the notification on the screen, her brow furrowed in deep confusion."What is it?" Caspian asked, stepping out of the hallway."I do not know," Solana replied slowly, staring at the screen. "It is an email from a law firm I
"Miss Lim?" A voice called out.Solana paused on her way to the studio’s front door.She turned to see her receptionist standing beside her workstation, holding yet another massive bouquet of red roses and a luxurious gold box."Another delivery just arrived for the evening," Annabel said, a dreamy smile on her face. “I believe it’s from Mr Vance again.”"Just drop it outside my office door or something,” Solana replied nonchalantly. “I do not have the energy to go back inside and open it."Annabel blinked in surprise. "Oh, but you can take it with you.""Nah, I’m good," Solana replied, walking toward the exit.Annabel looked down at the gold box balanced beside the flowers. "These are so pretty. And this brand of chocolate is absolutely incredible, for real.” She said with a small, longing sigh. “I had a piece at an expensive restaurant only once, and they were like heaven on my tongue. Too bad they are so expensive that I can only afford to have them maybe once a year on my birthda
"What do you mean?" Sterling shouted, pacing the length of his lavish living room. “What the fuck are you saying??”“I said that the reading of the will has been shifted to a week from today,” the senior solicitor replied, his voice dry but professional over the loudspeaker.Sterling pinched the bridge of his nose, his jaw tightening. “By who?!”“The principal executor.”Portia sat upright on her brother’s couch she had been lounging on. “And who pray tell is this so-called executor?”The lawyer hesitated. “Alpha Vance.”Sterling’s face twisted immediately. “Why him?” he whined.“Everything being done is according to your late father’s wish, sir,” the lawyer stated, his voice getting drier and more impatient.“You’re telling me Uncle Alistair is the one delaying the process?” Portia hissed, throwing her hands up in the air, her face twisting into a mask of pure fury. She had picked out a new sports car, scheduled a month-long designer shopping spree in Milan, and mentally decorated a
"What?" Alistair whispered.His heart gave a violent thump against his ribs. His stomach completely dropped, plunging into a freezing pit of dread."Sir, can you hear me?" the lawyer asked, his elderly voice crackling slightly over the line. "Is the network bad on your side?"“No. I can hear you,” Alistair replied, gripping the glass railing of the rooftop balcony so his knuckles turned white. "But what exactly are you saying?""I am saying Miss Solange has to be there for the reading of the will," the lawyer repeated clearly. "It is an unavoidable rule in the will’s instructions, explicitly written by her late father. She has to be there."Alistair closed his eyes. The more the man said the word ‘father’, the more it felt like another nail had been added to his coffin. No, no, no, no.His mind spiraled into chaos. He had spent eight years searching for this woman. Then weeks slowly, carefully breaking down her walls enough for her to allow him to approach her.Now when he was makin
Solange looked at him, her brows furrowing as confusion rose alongside irritation. If he wanted to insult her, he could have done it outright. “What are you talking about?” she bit back. “What smell? I literally just took a bath.” He shook his head; his eyes had a faraway look, like he wasn’t hear
Solange woke slowly, her body aching in all the ways that made her heart flutter and a strange humming in her chest. Her head was foggy, but she felt a calm she had never known, like she was connected to something that had been missing all her life. She felt… claimed, as if the night had somehow gi
The moment the penthouse door shut, Alistair’s restraint evaporated.He pinned her against the door, his large, calloused hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck with a terrifying but delicious pressure, and he slanted his lips over hers again.He was rough, but in a calculated way that made h
"Sol! Table four needs a server," the manager barked. "And don't look him in the eye."Solange nodded and quickly hurried down the corridor to the VIP lounge of the Sapphire Heights, wrinkling her nose at the smell of expensive cigars and the heavy, humid scent of a desert storm rolling over the Ve







