Se connecterIn her luxurious penthouse, Margaret sat in front of her laptop with eyes fixed on the screen.A few minutes ago, the hidden CCTV in Alina's room displayed very clear images. Daniel hugging Alina tightly, happy because his wife was truly pregnant.Margaret had been watching since Linda—her paid servant—sent a message that Dr. Ross had arrived in a hurry.Something must have happened.And Margaret didn't want to miss anything.She heard everything.Every word Daniel said. Every diagnosis from Dr. Ross. Every detail of the examination.And when Dr. Ross announced the test results—Alina was pregnant.Margaret froze.The wine glass in her hand almost fell."No," Margaret whispered in a voice trembling between shock and rage. "THAT WOMAN CAN'T BE PREGNANT!"The image of Daniel laughing with a voice of victory full of euphoria filled her head. A sense of panic immediately filled her chest."This should never have happened!"Margaret closed the laptop hard while clenching her fists."That wo
Dr. Ross arrived twenty minutes later with a medical bag in hand and a face that looked panicked.The middle-aged woman stepped into Alina's room with tense posture—shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying an invisible burden.Daniel stood beside the bed where Alina lay with eyes closed. Her breathing was short and irregular after the exhausting vomiting episode."Dr. Ross," Daniel greeted in a voice still full of urgency but more controlled. "Thank you for coming."Dr. Ross nodded while placing the medical bag on the bedside table."Mr. Blackwood," she answered in a professional tone but with tension in her voice. "What happened?"Daniel explained quickly—Alina hadn't eaten for almost twenty-four hours, vomited heavily when smelling food, drastically declining physical condition, and the suicide attempt a few days ago.Dr. Ross listened while taking out a stethoscope and blood pressure monitor from her bag.Her eyes occasionally glanced at Alina with an expression that was hard to r
Anger crept up Daniel's spine."Alina tried what?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "Say it."Mrs. Helen bowed her head. Her hands trembled. "Mrs. Alina... yesterday, she tried to hurt herself, Sir. With a small knife from the food tray. But I arrived in time. Just a shallow cut. I cleaned and bandaged it. Not deep—"BANG!Daniel slammed the table until the lamp on it wobbled.Mrs. Helen flinched. She covered her mouth with trembling hands."YOU!"Daniel turned. His movement was quick. His eyes sharply locked on Mr. Harris with anger no longer restrained."Why didn't I know about this? Why DIDN'T YOU REPORT IT?!"Mr. Harris stood upright. His back straight as usual, but his jaw hardened and his face lost color."I thought... it wasn't necessary to make you worried, Sir. Madam had been handled. The wound was small and already treated. Mrs. Helen also watched twenty-four hours without break. I thought the situation was under control, Sir.""YOU THOUGHT?!" Daniel stepped forward. Th
Mrs. Helen stood in front of Alina's bedroom mirror with trembling hands holding a comb.Alina sat in a chair with a posture as stiff as a doll. Her eyes stared blankly at the mirror but not really seeing her own reflection."Madam," Mrs. Helen whispered in a soft voice full of worry. "Mr. Daniel will be home this afternoon. Let me help you tidy up, okay?"No response. No reaction.Mrs. Helen took a trembling breath and began combing Alina's hair with very gentle movements—as if touching something very fragile that could break at any moment.Alina's hair, which used to be thick and shiny, now looked dull and fell out on the comb. Mrs. Helen felt her chest tighten seeing how many strands fell every time she combed."Madam is beautiful," Mrs. Helen whispered while braiding Alina's hair in a simple way. "Mr. Daniel will surely be happy to see Madam looking neat."Still no response.Mrs. Helen took some moisturizer and applied it gently to Alina's pale face. Her skin felt cold and dry und
At nine in the morning, William Montgomery entered the luxurious restaurant in downtown Chicago with an aura that commanded the room.Daniel was already waiting at a corner table with a smile that was warm but full of calculation."Mr. Montgomery," Daniel greeted while standing and extending his hand. "Thank you for taking the time."William shook with a firm grip—his eyes sharp and wary."Mr. Blackwood. Your proposal was intriguing enough to make me curious."They sat facing each other like two chess players studying each other's opening moves.Daniel knew exactly why he was here.Not to discuss technology or market projections.But to buy influence over the man who could pressure Adrian Lawson—the lawyer who was targeting Alina.A waiter came. They ordered—William ordered an egg white omelet with asparagus, Daniel the same.Then the meeting began."Let's get straight to the point," William said while placing a napkin in his lap. "You're proposing a strategic partnership for a joint
While Daniel fought against Adrian in Chicago, in the dark and quiet mansion, Alina lay in bed with her eyes open staring at the ceiling.Mrs. Helen sat in a chair beside the bed, half asleep with her head leaning against the wall.It was almost midnight.Alina wasn't sleeping. She couldn't sleep even though her body was tired and her mind was empty.Junior's words still echoed in her head like a painful mantra."I hate you.""I hope you leave forever."Alina looked at her wrist wrapped in white bandages—the result of last night's failed suicide attempt.She didn't regret that Mrs. Helen had saved her.But she also didn't feel relieved to still be alive.Alina just felt empty.Like a doll that was still breathing but not really living.Her bedroom door opened very slowly—almost inaudibly.Alina didn't react. She didn't care who entered. Didn't care what would happen.But Mrs. Helen woke with a quick movement, almost falling from her chair."M-Mrs. Clarissa?"Clarissa stood at the door
On the third morning after Alina returned, she woke with a suffocating feeling in her chest—a nightmare about Junior crying, calling her name, but she couldn't move, couldn't reach him.Alina sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone on the nightstand. The clock showed four in the morning. T
Dinner at the Blackwood mansion was usually a formal affair—perfect table setting, multiple courses, polite conversation.But tonight there was thick tension in the air.Alina was in the kitchen, helping Mrs. Helen prepare food. Her hands automatically chopped vegetables, arranged plates, though he
Daniel closed his eyes briefly, remembering an hour earlier.Last night Junior refused to eat from anyone. Refused to sleep in his room. Sat in front of Alina's bedroom door with his teddy bear, waiting.Mrs. Helen tried to take Junior to his room, but the boy struggled, crying hysterically."I WAN
The next morning, Alina helped Mrs. Helen prepare breakfast.Daniel entered the dining room in a navy blue shirt and formal pants—as usual ready for the office. He sat in his usual place but didn't touch the coffee Mrs. Helen had already poured. Just stared at Alina with an expression that was hard







