LOGINI stared at the black USB drive inside the evidence bag. The investigator watched me closely. “Do you recognize it?” I swallowed. “I’ve seen one like that before.” “Where?” “In my office.” His eyes narrowed. “This one was found in your private desk.” “Then perhaps you can explain why it was there.” “I can’t.” Emma stepped forward. “Someone planted it.” The investigator looked at her. “That is an accusation, not an explanation.” “It’s the truth,” Emma replied. He turned back to me. “Your company is being investigated for financial fraud. Documents were found inside your financial records. Now this device has been discovered in your office.” “I didn’t put it there.” “I didn’t say you did.” “But you’re thinking about it.” He said nothing. Adrian stepped beside me. “She just arrived. Give her a moment.” The investigator looked at him. “And you are?” “Adrian Laurent.” The investigator’s expression changed slightly. “Laurent?” “Yes.” Adrian replied. “Then you understand h
I lowered Adrian’s phone after Emma’s words. “They’re discussing whether to seal Lumina’s doors,” I repeated quietly.Adrian watched my face. “What happened?”I looked at him. “Someone planted fake financial documents inside Lumina. The police are there, reporters are outside, and the government may shut the company down.”His expression hardened. “Then we need to go.”“I know.”He stepped closer. “I’m coming with you.”I hesitated. “You don’t have to.”“I know,” he said. “But I’m still coming.”I looked toward Sister Margaret’s room. “I can’t leave her.”“She’s being cared for by doctors and nurses,” Adrian said. “You’ve stayed with her all night. Right now, Lumina needs you.”He was right. I hated that he was right. “I’ll check on her first.”I pushed the door open and walked inside. Sister Margaret was awake, her eyes half-open. When she saw me, she gave me a tired smile. “Are you leaving?”“I have to.”“Your company?”I nodded. “There’s a serious problem.”She slowly moved her han
I was still staring at Adrian and thinking of how I can come clean to him about the merger contract he's blaming himself for when all of a sudden his phone rang. The sound broke the silence between us.Adrian reached into his pocket and pulled it out. His eyes dropped to the screen.“Dad.”He frowned. I watched him decline the call.“Why did you ignore it?” I asked.“I’ll call him later.”The phone rang again. Adrian looked annoyed.“Again?” I asked.He rejected the call a second time. Within seconds, it rang again. This time, I looked at him seriously. “Adrian, answer it. Maybe something is wrong.”He hesitated before finally accepting the call. “Dad?”His father’s voice came through immediately. “Adrian, do you have any idea what is happening at Lumina?”Adrian’s expression changed. “What are you talking about?”“Have you checked the news?”“No. Why?”“Check the internet right now!” “Dad, what happened?”“Just check it.”The call ended. Adrian stared at his phone. “What was that a
I pushed the door open slowly and stepped into Sister Margaret’s room. She was awake. Her eyes moved toward me, and a weak smile appeared on her face. I walked straight to her bedside and sat down. “You scared me,” I whispered. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to.” I held her hand carefully. It felt cold. “Don’t apologize. Just get better.” She gave a small nod. “You stayed.” “Of course I stayed.” “Please don’t worry about anything right now,” I told her. “You need to rest.” She squeezed my fingers weakly. “But there are things you need to know.” “I know.” “Have you gone through all the documents?” I shook my head. “Not yet. There was too much happening.” She breathed slowly. “There is one thing you should know before you leave.” I leaned closer. “What is it?” “Your father.” My heart skipped. “My father?” Sister Margaret nodded. “He is alive.” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” I stared at her, trying to understand what she had just said. “W
The next morning began like any other. The sun had barely risen properly when Clara took Lila and Elias to school. Both children were unusually quiet. “Is Mommy coming home today?” Lila asked from the back seat. Clara glanced at her through the mirror. “Yes. She will.” “Promise?” Clara smiled. “Promise.” Elias leaned against the window. “Tell Mommy I want pancakes when she comes home.” “I will.” “And tell her I miss her.” Clara’s smile softened. “I’ll tell her.” At Lumina Studio, Emma arrived earlier than usual. She stepped out of the elevator with a cup of coffee in one hand and Serena’s empty office in the back of her mind. She unlocked her office and placed her bag down. “Another long day,” she whispered. She had barely opened her laptop when the receptionist’s phone rang downstairs. “Good morning, Lumina Studio. How may I help you?” Her expression changed. “Excuse me?” She listened carefully. “Who gave you that information?” A pause. “I’m sorry, but Lumina has mad
The elevator doors opened slowly. Nathan stepped into the hospital corridor and looked around. It was late. Most of the lights had been dimmed, and only a few nurses moved quietly through the hallway. He asked a nurse if someone named Serena was in the hospital. The nurse gave him directions. Then he started walking. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find. Maybe Serena is sitting alone with who she was there with. Maybe she would be awake and waiting for him. Maybe he would finally get the chance to talk to her about everything that had happened earlier. But he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. He stopped. Serena was asleep in one of the chairs outside a private room. Her head rested gently against Adrian’s shoulder. Nathan’s entire body went still. For several seconds, he didn’t move. He simply stared at them. Adrian noticed him. Their eyes met. Neither man said a word. Adrian carefully shifted his shoulder, making sure Serena’s head remained comfortable. Nathan saw the movement.
He smiled. Soft. Warm. Almost boyish. “There you are,” he murmured. My heart dropped. Because even now… He still thought I was Lia. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but ther
The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke







