ログインNARA The drive back to the Wilson family estate felt like a fast trip straight into hell. Jared did not say a single word to me during the entire ride. His hand gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned completely white. I sat huddled against the far side of the car, holding my red, bruised wrist against my chest. Every time I looked at him, tears welled up in my eyes, but he kept his gaze locked strictly on the road ahead. The heavy iron gates of the estate opened, and Jared sped through the long driveway. He did not stop at our main house. Instead, he drove straight toward his parents' private wing. Before the car could even come to a full stop in front of the grand entrance, Jared threw his door open. He marched over to my side, yanked my car door open, and reached in to grab my arm with brute force. "Jared, please! You're hurting me!" I screamed as he yanked me out of the vehicle. My feet could not find their balance on the hard concrete. The moment m
NARAMy knees felt completely weak as I sat on the cold floor. The world around me seemed to spin in slow motion. My vision blurred, and the heavy silence of the office made it hard to breathe. I could not take my eyes off the bright diamond resting right next to my spilled things. It was too clean, too perfect, and it made me look completely guilty.Suddenly, a shadow fell over me.Jared stepped forward, waking up from his shock. He did not look at the investors, and for a short second, he did not even look at the stone. He reached down and gripped my arms tightly to help me pull myself up from the floor. His touch was firm, but his hands were shaking a little bit. I stood up on shaky legs, leaning against the wall for support. My breath came in short, scared gasps.Once I was standing, Jared slowly knelt down. He reached out and picked up the bright, heavy diamond that had rolled out of the hidden corner of my bag. He stood back up, holding the stone between his fingers, lifting i
NARA The heavy silence in the office was suffocating. David, the senior gemologist, picked up the official papers resting on the mahogany desk. He flipped through the stamped pages, his eyes moving back and forth between the text and the glittering stone in the velvet box. He adjusted his jeweler’s loupe, leaning down to check the lens a second time. He stared at the diamond for several long seconds before slowly straightening up. He pulled the loupe away, his expression completely flat. "Mr. Wilson," David said, his tone dropping low and sharp. "This inscription doesn't match the documents." Jared’s confident expression darkened. The relaxed posture he had maintained moments ago vanished into total tension. He stepped closer to the table, staring right at the gemologist. "What do you mean?" Jared demanded, his voice short and cold. "I mean what I said," David replied, tossing the papers onto the glass table. "This isn't the diamond we came to inspect. This stone is a fake. It’s
CASSIEI stood in the center of the quiet study, listening to the frantic sound of Nara’s footsteps fading down the hallway. The moment I heard her bedroom door slam shut, the fake worry melted off my face. A slow, triumphant smile stretched across my lips, and I couldn't help but let out a sharp, maniacal laugh."What a complete and total idiot," I whispered to the empty room, my voice dripping with pure amusement.I actually could not believe how incredibly easy that was. Nara was a foolish girl…a completely clueless, naive lowlife. When Jared first brought her into this house, I thought no one could possibly surpass his dead wife, Anna, in stupidity. Anna had been soft and easily manipulated, but Nara? Nara had just handed me her own head on a silver platter. She didn't question a single thing I said. She just swallowed my insults, took the bait, and ran with it.I turned around and walked over to a completely different corner of the large study. I brushed my fingers against a s
JAREDMy heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. For a second, the room seemed to lose its color, the walls closing in on me. It’s not here. It’s not here. How could I have forgotten something so important? Jesus Christ!The words repeated in my mind, a terrifying chant. I had spent my entire life building a reputation for being flawless, calculating, and completely in control. Yet right now, looking into the empty depths of my briefcase, I felt utterly naked."Mr. Wilson?"My personal assistant’s voice broke through the fog in my brain. She stepped fully into the office, gesturing toward the four international investors. “Our esteemed visitors are here.” She announced again.They were sharply dressed, their faces carrying the expectant smiles of men ready to witness something extraordinary."Ah, gentlemen," I said. It took every ounce of my willpower to force my hands to stop shaking, to snap the briefcase shut, and to plaster a welcoming smile on my face. My voice
NARA DAYS LATER I ambled into Jared’s parents mansion on the main side of the family’s estate for breakfast. Ever since I and Jared’s fall out in his car , we barely saw eye to eye. We were both strangers living in the same home. Anytime I felt like things between us were getting smoothened out, something just happens that throws me back to the starting line. I was still deeply hurt by his harsh words, and he remained wrapped in his cold, unyielding pride. I didn’t even want to be here but I just had to. Because in this family, appearances matter more than anything else. Even if you were suffocating, you were expected to do what was necessary. Which was why I couldn’t refuse the invitation to join the family’s breakfast with Jared. I would have rather much preferred to eat in the solitude of my home. As we walked in, I sighted his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. They sat at the head of the long mahogany table. Cassie was there too, looking bored as she scrolled through her







