로그인Amelia looked at the phone screen with a warm smile on her face. The moment the faces of the two children appeared, the tension she had been carrying since the meeting earlier slowly faded away. Their bright expressions had a way of calming her no matter how stressful her day had been.“How are my little angels doing?” Amelia asked softly.The two children immediately leaned closer to the camera as if they were afraid she might disappear if they moved too far away.“We’re fine, Mommy!” the boy said excitedly.Amelia chuckled gently at his enthusiasm. “Are you enjoying your holiday in Paris?”The boy nodded quickly, but his expression soon changed to one of mild disappointment.“It would have been more interesting if you were here with us,” he replied honestly.Amelia smiled at his words. Even though she had expected that answer, hearing it still warmed her heart.Before she could respond, the girl beside him spoke up.“He’s right, Mommy,” Layla said, nodding in agreement with her brot
Amelia had already taken a step toward the door when Ricardo suddenly reached forward and grabbed her wrist. The action was so quick that even he did not fully realize what he had done until his hand had already closed around hers.For a moment, time seemed to freeze.Amelia stopped walking immediately. Her body stiffened slightly, and she slowly turned back to face him. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, though it was faint and quickly controlled. Her expression returned to calm composure almost instantly, but the brief reaction had already revealed that his action had caught her off guard.Ricardo himself looked slightly startled by what he had done. He had not planned it. The movement had been instinctive, driven by the sudden fear that if he allowed her to walk away again, he might lose her for another six years—or perhaps forever.His fingers tightened slightly around her wrist before he forced himself to release it.For a brief moment neither of them spoke.Amelia looked
Amelia walked past him without the slightest pause in her steps, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air as she moved toward the chair positioned opposite him at the long conference table. Her posture remained straight, her expression composed, her movements precise. It was as though the shock that had momentarily flashed through her eyes upon seeing him had never existed. She reached the chair, pulled it back smoothly, and sat down with quiet elegance. The secretary who had accompanied her stepped inside fully and took her place slightly behind and to the side, standing attentively with a tablet held against her chest.The room felt heavier than before.Ricardo remained standing for a fraction longer than appropriate, his gaze fixed on Amelia as if he were afraid that if he blinked she would vanish again. Six years of searching, six years of regret, six years of unanswered questions—all of it collided in that single moment. His assistant, standing beside him, shifted slig
After coming downstairs, Amelia walked toward the dining room with steady, unhurried steps. The morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of the mansion, casting a soft golden glow across the polished marble floors. The crystal chandelier above reflected the light in delicate fragments, scattering faint sparkles across the walls. Everything in the house was perfectly arranged, untouched by chaos or carelessness. The silence was deep but not empty—it was controlled, intentional, and absolute.Nothing was out of place. Nothing was neglected. Everything reflected order, discipline, and quiet authority.The dining table had already been prepared by the staff. Several dishes were arranged with flawless presentation, each plate positioned precisely. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, warm and inviting, but Amelia showed no visible reaction to it. There had been a time when meals carried meaning, when they represented comfort or companionship. That time had lon
Ricardo sat behind the large mahogany desk in his office, his posture straight and composed as he reviewed the stack of documents in front of him. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass, a reminder of the empire he had spent years building. His expression was calm, but his eyes moved with sharp precision as he scanned each page. Every detail mattered. Every clause, every number, every condition. He did not allow mistakes. He did not allow carelessness. Work had become his refuge. A soft knock sounded on the door. Ricardo did not look up immediately. “Come in.” The door opened, and his assistant stepped inside, holding a tablet and a file. The assistant’s posture was respectful, but there was a hint of urgency in his expression. “Sir,” he said, “we have received confirmation from S and D Corporation.” Ricardo’s pen paused slig
Six years later.Time, which many believed could heal wounds, had instead carved Ricardo’s deeper.The world around him had changed in countless ways. New buildings rose where empty land once existed. Businesses expanded and collapsed. People entered his life and left again. Seasons passed in their endless cycle, indifferent to human grief. Yet, despite all the changes, one truth remained constant.Ricardo was still unmarried.The vast mansion he lived in remained as grand as ever, its polished floors gleaming beneath expensive chandeliers, its walls decorated with rare artwork collected over generations. But beneath the wealth and luxury, the house felt hollow.It had never truly recovered from Amelia’s absence.At first, Ricardo had believed he would find her quickly. He had resources others could only dream of. Influence. Connections. Money. Power. There were very few things in the world that he could not obtain if he truly wanted them.But Amelia was the exception.He had searched







