Mag-log inBen stepped out of his car and stood for a moment, staring at the tall glass building in front of him. I & A Atelier. The building rose twelve floors high, its glass walls shining under the bright Teriporto sun. People moved in and out with purpose, dressed neatly, looking busy and important. Ben adjusted his jacket and walked inside. The moment he entered, cool air welcomed him. The lobby was wide and elegant, decorated with modern art and soft lighting. He walked straight to the reception desk. Behind the desk stood a tall woman with short hair cut neatly into a pixie style. She looked professional and alert. When she saw him approach, she smiled politely. “Welcome to I & A Atelier, sir,” she said. “How may I help you?” “Hi,” Ben replied calmly. “I’m here to see the manager.” The woman nodded and turned to her computer. “Do you have an appointment, sir?” she asked while typing. “Yes,” Ben answered. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “The manager’s office is on the sixth fl
“Congratulations, brother,” Gabriel’s voice came through the phone, warm and calm. “I heard your wedding is next week.” Carl stopped pacing for a second, then continued walking slowly across the large office. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city outside, but his mind was far from the view. Too much had happened in the past two weeks, and work had suddenly become heavy on his shoulders. “Yes,” Carl replied, running a hand through his hair. “But we have a bigger problem right now. Father is dealing with too many things, and he can’t help much.” Gabriel sensed the tension in his brother’s voice. “What is the problem?” he asked. “Money is missing,” Carl said honestly. “Someone is stealing from the company. The good thing is that the account that was compromised has been blocked.” Carl stopped pacing and leaned against the desk. His free hand swept his hair backward again. He felt lost. Office work was not his world. He was an actor, a man who lived in front of cameras, script
John sat quietly behind his large wooden desk in his home office. The room was heavy with silence. The thick curtains of the office were drawn halfway, allowing soft light to enter, in order to ease the tension. But even that light could not ease the tension as expected. Mia and Landon sat beside one another on the long sofa across from him. Stone stood close to the door, his posture straight and composed, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. No one spoke. The silence stretched for far longer than needed. John’s face was calm, but unreadable. His eyes showed nothing, giving away no emotion. Stone looked the same—cold, controlled, and watchful. But Landon’s face was tight with anger. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders stiff. Mia sat beside him, her brows drawn together in worry. The frown on her face refused to leave. She was exhausted. So much had happened in this family, one problem after another, and it felt like there was no end to it. Every time she thought things woul
Officer Mathew stepped forward slowly. He bent down and picked up the two sophisticated guns with his gloved hands. The weapons were heavy, polished, and clearly not ordinary. He turned them slightly, checking the make, the trigger, and the small details on the metal body. A small smile curved on his lips. “Interesting,” he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. He straightened up and turned to face Magdalene. His eyes were sharp, cold and experienced. “Woman,” he said firmly, “how did you get these guns? Who gave them to you?” Magdalene stood there, her hands shaking slightly, her face looked pale. But she refused to speak. Her lips remained tightly sealed. She stared straight ahead, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Officer Mathew chuckled softly. He had seen this kind of silence many times before. He knew her type very well. People like Magdalene believed silence would protect them. They believed that if they said nothing, they could not be blamed. The type that pre
“What is going on?” Stone asked sharply as he turned to his men. His voice was calm, but the tension in his eyes said otherwise. One of the guards stepped forward immediately. “Sir, during the search, we found a phone on each of these women. The phones are now in our custody. But when we searched their rooms,” he paused and pointed at the two boxes in the hands of the women, “we found these boxes hidden in their bedrooms. You need to see what is inside them yourself.” Stone raised one brow slowly. His instincts were already screaming. “Open them,” he ordered. The two women understood immediately. With shaking hands, they stepped forward and dropped the boxes on the floor in front of Stone. As they bent slightly to open them, something strange happened. They locked eyes. It was quick. Too quick. Before anyone could react, both women moved at the same time. Their hands flew to their mouths. They pushed something inside instantly. “Stop—!” one of the guards shouted. But it was t
“Are you sure you have him with you?” Stone’s voice broke out through the phone speaker. It was louder than usual, it sounded sharp and more demanding, and filled with tension. “Yes, boss. He is here with us as we speak,” the man replied from the other end of the line. Stone frowned deeply. His brows pulled together as confusion clouded his face. He still could not understand what was happening. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead as he drove, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning white. And his heart was racing. He cursed under his breath as he drove, then spoke again through the Bluetooth in his ear. “Keep a close eye on him. Make sure you take his phone away immediately. I don’t want him contacting anyone. I will join you very soon.” “Yes, boss,” the voice answered. Stone disconnected the call and released a sharp breath. “What is going on?” he muttered to himself, his voice low and strained. Less than five minutes ago, he had barely esc







