MasukSome months later…At Whitemere mansion…“Congratulations, June,” Scarlett said to her cousin with a faint smile.“Thanks,” June simply replied before turning back to the others to accept their congratulations as well.They had just returned from the company.June was now the CEO of Whitemere Enterprise.Everyone had expected it.Or at least… they had accepted it. But June herself didn’t feel the same.She stood there, smiling politely, nodding when needed, saying thank you when required… but deep down, something didn’t sit right with her.She felt like the position didn’t truly belong to her.It was only given to her because Elowen rejected it.Elowen had clearly said she had no interest in running the company.And just like that… the position fell into her hands.June felt like she was holding something that someone else had dropped. Something that wasn’t truly hers.But still… She didn’t have the courage to reject it either.Who would say no to being a CEO?“I hope you lead the com
Lucien left the conference meeting and headed straight to the airport to return back to the state, but his thoughts were wild.The low hum of the engine filled the quiet space, steady and constant, but it did nothing to calm his mind.He sat by the window, his elbow resting lightly on the armrest, his fingers pressed against his temple. His eyes were open, but distant… staring out at nothing in particular.Clouds stretched endlessly outside.White. Quiet. Still.But his mind was anything but still.Mr. Ross’s voice echoed clearly in his mind.“I have nothing to gain from his death…”Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly.As a detective, he didn’t believe words easily. He believed patterns, reactions, truth hidden between sentences. He could catch people’s lies easily.But he knew…He knew that Mr. Ross was saying the truth.And that truth hurt him more than anything else.Over the years, he had believed that his father’s accident was not ordinary because of the argument he had witnessed bet
Some days later…Berlin was colder than Lucien expected.The wind brushed past his coat as he stepped out of the car, his sharp eyes already scanning the surroundings of the conference building.He didn’t rush in.He paused and watched as people walked in and out… businessmen, assistants, security. Normal movement. Nothing out of place.He had decided to attend the meeting conference even though he had no business being there, but he wanted to meet with Cecelia’s father, Mr. Ross. He didn’t want to waste more time on the case anymore.Lucien adjusted his sleeve slightly and walked in.Inside, the atmosphere was polished, controlled, and professional.Just like the kind of place where lies could hide behind expensive suits.Lucien didn’t go in search of Mr. Ross immediately. Instead, he stood at a distance near the lounge area, his gaze moving calmly across the room, observing everyone.He wasn’t just looking. He was studying. Watching how people spoke, how they stood and how they reac
The kitchen was filled with a quiet kind of tension. Not obvious, but it was there… sitting between them.Mitchell moved around the kitchen like nothing had happened. She opened the cabinet and picked up the vegetables they would be needing. She washed them carefully and placed them on the clean counter. She reached for the knife and kept it beside the vegetables.“Come on, Harris,” she said without turning to look at him. “I’m hungry,” she added, tapping lightly on the counter.Harris stood at the kitchen door, looking at her with a pouted lip. He wasn’t happy at all.“You can start with the onions if you don’t want to start with the vegetables,” Mitchell said casually, pointing at the onions.Harris glanced at the onions, then back at her. He still didn’t move immediately. But after a few seconds, he sighed softly and walked to the counter. He picked up the knife and started cutting.The sound of chopping soon filled the kitchen, but it wasn’t steady. He was distracted.The knife hi
Harris alighted from his car and headed toward Mitchell’s door with a sweet smile he couldn’t hold in. The smile had been on his face since she left his office earlier that day. His jaw and cheeks even hurt a little from smiling too much, but he didn’t seem to notice.He felt light.Excited.Restless.Without wasting time, he knocked on the door and took a step back, waiting for her to open it.It didn’t take long before the door opened, almost like she had been standing right behind it, waiting.“You are here,” Mitchell said, opening the door wider for him to come in.Harris stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him.“This is for you,” Harris said, still smiling as he brought out his right hand from behind him and handed her a flower bouquet.Mitchell was stunned when the flowers appeared in front of her. She stared at them for a moment, clearly surprised. She hadn’t expected him to bring flowers.Her lips slowly curved into a smile.“Thank you,” she said softly as she took
While everyone else was having a blissful day, Scarlett wasn’t having it.“Are you going out, grandfather?” she quickly asked as she saw him heading toward the door. She pushed her wheelchair hurriedly toward him, her movements slightly unsteady in her rush.“Yes,” her grandfather replied simply, his voice calm as he continued walking, about to pass her without stopping.“What? No… you can’t leave me alone in the house, grandfather,” Scarlett said in panic. She quickly moved forward and blocked his path.Her grandfather stopped.His brows furrowed as he stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable.“You aren’t alone. There are other people in this house,” he said, trying to hold back the irritation in his voice.He truly didn’t understand what she meant. The mansion was filled with workers. Maids, guards, a butler… even her caregiver was there with her.“And that’s the main reason you shouldn’t leave me here alone,” Scarlett said, her voice turning soft and shaky, like she wa
Two hours later.Inside Elowen’s hospital room.“I don’t want to eat again. I’m full, Lucien,” Elowen said softly, shaking her head slightly as Lucien scooped another spoon of porridge toward her mouth.She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Even though she had told him many times t
Elowen slowly turned her head back to see who had spoken.She saw that it was Jessica, Rachel’s assistant. Jessica was standing a few steps behind her, looking at her with irritation and open dislike.Elowen quietly turned her face away again. She did not want to engage with her.“I didn’t expect y
At the Jones Mansion.Adrian walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, little drops of water dripping from his hair down to his chest. He had just returned from work and taken his bath. His body looked tired, and his face showed no emotion.“Adrian,” a sweet voice called jus
“Hold on, Ellie,” Lucien said as he quickly caught up to her and held the back of her wheelchair, stopping her movement.The name slipped from his lips naturally.He turned her wheelchair gently so she was facing him. Then he squatted down to her level, his eyes searching hers.“Why the sudden chan







