MasukMitchell stirred in her sleep and adjusted in Harris’s arms.It was already morning, yet they were still sleeping. They were both tired after the long passionate night they had shared.Her movement woke Harris up.He slowly opened his eyes, and immediately, a sweet smile curved on his lips. At the same time, he felt proud of himself for finally conquering her.Having Mitchell in his arms was something he had only dreamed about before. Something he once thought was impossible.But now…Here they were.He had practically done everything he wanted with her, and she had let him.She wasn’t that cold and untouchable Mitchell he used to know anymore.She had become soft with him.Warm.Loving.Harris had even abandoned his own apartment and practically made her place his home. He slept there every night and woke up there every morning.Just thinking about it made him smile again.His thoughts were interrupted when his eyes drifted to the clock.His eyes widened immediately.“Shit,” he mutte
Some 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
Three days later.The sound of a car horn jolted Elowen from her sleep. A soft whine escaped her lips at being disturbed as she adjusted herself, trying to drift back into rest, momentarily forgetting she wasn’t in her own bed.Lucien, seated in the driver’s seat, had his hand resting on his jaw as
The silence that followed was heavy. Adrian stood frozen, his hand still hanging in the air where Elowen’s had been moments ago. He stared at her as though she was someone he once knew very well, yet could no longer understand. Her small movement—pulling away from him—felt louder than any words sh
Lucien knocked softly on the office door of Mr. Grey, the Chief Inspector and his superior. Mr. Grey had sent for him.“Come in,” the man’s voice sounded from inside.Lucien gently opened the door and stepped in. The faint smell of coffee and paper filled the room. Mr. Grey sat behind his desk, fli
The house was quiet when Lucien returned home. He paused at the entrance door. The silence made him frown. It gave him a strange feeling in his chest.He was used to coming home to the sound of the television playing, or Elowen laughing with Cecelia in the living room, or Elowen wheeling herself fo







