MasukNARAMy 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
NARAThe sudden, heavy silence in the office was suffocating. David, the older gemologist, picked up the official certification documents resting on the mahogany desk. He flipped through the crisp, stamped papers, his eyes moving rapidly between the text and the glittering stone sitting in the velvet box.He adjusted his jeweler’s loupe, leaning down to look through the lens a second time. He stared at the diamond for several long, agonizing seconds before slowly straightening his back. He pulled the loupe away from his eye, his face completely rigid."Mr. Wilson," David said, his voice dropping into a dangerously low, flat tone. "This inscription doesn't match the certification documents."Jared’s confident expression instantly darkened. The relaxed posture he had maintained just moments ago vanished, replaced by an iron-clad tension. He stepped closer to the table, his dark eyes locking onto the gemologist."What do you mean?" Jared demanded, his voice clipped and sharp."I mean ex
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
NARA The restaurant was just the kind of place that really didn’t need to try. No flashy signs, no crowded entrance, just a quiet elegance that announced itself in the way the lighting fell soft and golden over everything, the way the staff moved like they had been trained never to rush, the way the air itself smelled faintly expensive. Every table was set like something out of a magazine. Every person seated at those tables looked like they had been born knowing which fork to use first. I walked in beside Jared and tried not to look like I was looking at everything. He had his hand at the small of my back guiding me through, and one of the restaurant staff appeared almost instantly, leading us toward a section in the back that was half partitioned off from the rest of the room. Reserved. Private. The kind of spot you didn’t get unless someone already knew your name before you arrived. Three people were already at the table when we got there. Two men and a woman, all dressed with







