MasukThe meeting concluded just before noon.Unlike most business negotiations, no one left the room exhausted. Phillip Hamington had answered every question with surprising honesty. He held nothing back about the financial side of Project Mionier, and every answer only strengthened the suspicion growing in both Aizen and Estella's minds.As everyone stood, Phillip checked his watch."If you still have time," he said, picking up a set of old keys from his desk, "I'd like to show you something."Aizen looked at him."The warehouse?"Phillip smiled knowingly."I had a feeling you'd ask."**Nearly forty minutes later, two black SUVs left the city center and headed toward the industrial district on the outskirts.Modern buildings gradually disappeared, replaced by abandoned factories and aging warehouses that had long been forgotten by time.The further they drove...the quieter the surroundings became.Tall weeds had swallowed the edges of cracked asphalt roads. Rusted fences leaned unevenly
The company car rolled to a smooth stop beneath the towering glass façade of Stardust Enterprise Holding.The late summer sun bathed the business district in warm golden light, reflecting off the mirrored buildings that lined the avenue. Even with the pleasant weather, the atmosphere around the entrance was anything but relaxed.Employees had already gathered near the lobby after hearing that Valcor's CEO would be visiting in person.The rear door opened first.A polished leather shoe touched the pavement.Aizen Deveraux stepped out of the car with the same composed expression he wore in every public appearance. His navy suit was impeccably tailored, paired with a crisp white linen shirt beneath and a dark blue tie that matched the subtle sheen of his jacket. He carried himself with effortless authority, the kind that didn't need to announce itself.Almost immediately, whispers spread through the crowd."That's Aizen Deveraux...""I've only seen him on business magazines.""He looks e
The room was unusually quiet.Soft morning sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, painting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Outside, the city was already waking up. Cars hummed faintly in the distance, and the warm breeze of early summer nudged the curtains every now and then.For the first time in what felt like forever...Aizen Deveraux was still asleep.No ringing phone.No emergency meeting.No pressure from Orion.No battle waiting for him the moment he opened his eyes.Just silence.Estella opened her eyes slowly.For several seconds, she didn't move.Her gaze settled on the man sleeping beside her.Without his tailored suit.Without the cold, unreadable expression he wore at Valcor.Without the invisible armor he carried every single day.He simply looked...Exhausted.There was a softness to his face she had never seen before. The tight line between his brows had finally disappeared, and his breathing had become slow and even.He looked younger.Almost peac
The apartment was unusually quiet. Only the faint ticking of the wall clock echoed through the living room. Estella zipped the last compartment of Aizen's suitcase before setting it upright beside the sofa. She checked the checklist on her tablet one more time. Business documents. Laptop. Presentation files. Medication. Passport. Everything was there. Satisfied, she closed the tablet and rubbed the back of her neck. The cut hidden beneath the scarf still stung from time to time. She glanced at the clock. 10:17 p.m. He was late. Again. She walked over to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. As she stood by the island counter, her phone suddenly vibrated across the table. Linda Calling. Ella answered immediately. "Linda?" Linda didn't waste time. "Ella... don't panic, okay?" Ella frowned. "I'll decide whether to panic after you tell me what's going on." Linda sighed softly. "...Check your messages." A second later, several notifications appeared. N
The old photograph frame crashed onto the polished wooden desk. Not because someone threw it. Because Benedict Deveraux's hand had struck the table harder than he intended. The servants outside his study instinctively lowered their heads. No one dared to knock. The old man rarely lost his composure. Today... He did. Several photographs lay scattered across the desk. One showed Aizen gently adjusting Estella's scarf. Another captured the way they looked at each other. The last one... Aizen's fingers resting against Estella's cheek. There was nothing inappropriate in the photos. Yet every picture carried something far more dangerous. Affection. Benedict slowly picked up the last photograph again. His jaw tightened. "You've become exactly like your father..." His voice was barely above a whisper. A knock came from outside. "Master." The butler opened the door carefully. "Young Master Aizen has arrived." Benedict didn't answer immediately. H
The summer sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Valcor Tower, turning the glass walls into mirrors of the bright blue sky outside. The city below carried on as if nothing had happened over the last few days.Inside Valcor...Everything had changed.The biggest headline of the morning was no longer the scandal surrounding Zero Degree Holdings.It was the engagement.Aizen Deveraux and Samantha Laurent.Photos from the luxurious engagement party flooded every business news outlet. The smiles. The champagne. The rings. The handshake between the Deveraux and Laurent families.To the public...It looked like strength.Like two powerful empires standing even closer together despite every rumor trying to tear them down.Inside Valcor, congratulatory voices echoed through the hallways."Congratulations, Miss Laurent.""You looked beautiful at the party.""We're looking forward to the wedding."Samantha accepted every compliment with graceful smiles."Thank you.""You're too kind
The elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic sound, followed by the quiet hum of morning activity inside Valcor Technology.Employees walked past one another carrying tablets, coffee cups, and stacks of documents. Screens mounted across the lobby displayed financial reports and market updates
Sunday felt unfamiliar.No glass walls. No silent pressure. No eyes measuring her worth.Just light.Estella sat by the window of a café tucked inside the mall, fingers wrapped around a cup that had long gone warm. Outside, people moved in easy rhythms—laughing, shopping, living lives that didn’t f
The party hadn’t ended.It had only thinned.Music still played in the background—soft, distant now. Conversations scattered into smaller circles. Laughter came in fragments instead of waves.But the tension—It stayed.Aizen stood across the room, one hand resting in his pocket, the other holding
The music was soft.Too soft for a room filled with people who never spoke without purpose.Crystal glasses clinked lightly. Laughter drifted in controlled bursts. Every movement—every smile—felt measured, curated, deliberate.Estella stood beside Aizen, her posture straight, her expression compose







