LOGINMrs. 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
Adrian didn't flinch. He stared at Daniel sharply."I have testimony from her father. Evidence of systematic isolation. Concerns about a pregnant woman being cut off from proper independent medical care. Pattern of coercion and intimidation toward anyone who tried to help her."Adrian paused, letting the words settle."I filed a petition for emergency wellness check because there are reasonable grounds to believe that Alina is in a potentially harmful situation."Daniel listened with an unchanged expression—calm, controlled, almost serene.When Adrian finished, Daniel walked closer—but not in an aggressive way. More like an executive approaching a meeting table."Mr. Lawson," he said in a voice that was low but perfectly clear. "I appreciate that you believe you're doing the right thing. Truly. But you're operating based on incomplete information from parties who don't fully understand the complexity of our situation."He stopped, letting that statement hang in the air before continui
Daniel arrived at the client company's office building with Marcus and the legal team behind him.They walked into the luxurious lobby with confident steps—Daniel's posture upright, black suit neat, an aura of power following his every movement.Today's meeting was with Hartwell Industries—a medium-sized technology company seeking a strategic partnership to expand into the Asian market.Not Blackwood Enterprises' biggest client, but significant enough to build a profitable business relationship.And more importantly—William Montgomery had a minority stake in Hartwell.Daniel had researched thoroughly before coming. This was a golden opportunity to build an indirect connection with Montgomery Industries while demonstrating Blackwood's undeniable value.The receptionist guided them to the conference room on the fifteenth floor.The door opened to reveal a spacious room with a long table, large windows facing downtown Chicago, and three people already seated waiting.Daniel recognized tw
Daniel arrived in Chicago in the morning after a flight that kept him from sleeping.His mind was full of Junior, Alina, and Adrian Lawson threatening from behind the scenes.Marcus was already waiting in the hotel lobby with a tablet in hand and a tightly controlled professional expression."Good morning, Sir," he greeted while following Daniel into the elevator. "Your first meeting is scheduled for ten a.m. You have two hours to prepare."Daniel nodded without speaking. His eyes were red from lack of sleep but his focus was sharp.In the hotel suite, Daniel opened his laptop and began checking emails while Marcus prepared documents for the meeting."Sir," Marcus called carefully after several minutes of silence. "There's an update on the investigation into Adrian Lawson and Mrs. Alina's relationship at Lincoln High."Daniel raised his head and looked sharply. "What is it?"Marcus opened the tablet and read the report in a careful voice."The investigation team has interviewed severa
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







