FAZER LOGINFive years had passed.
Yet the searing pain of those old wounds still burned in my chest, just as fiercely as it had on the day Kael's web of lies unraveled in this very city. Setting foot in New York again awakened those haunting memories, creeping back into my mind as though determined to steal away the peace I had fought so hard to find. My presence here today was nothing short of a miracle—one that had come at an unimaginable cost. When I fled to Paris five years ago with my heart in ruins, I discovered another life-changing truth. Inside my fragile womb, Kael's child was growing. The doctors in France confirmed that I was in the early stages of pregnancy while also delivering devastating news—my heart condition had reached a critical stage. Pregnancy combined with severe congenital heart disease was, for many women, practically a death sentence. But I refused to surrender. Using every asset I had managed to secure and invest, I gambled everything. I underwent an advanced heart restoration surgery using the latest medical technology available in Paris, followed by months of intensive treatment under the constant supervision of a team of specialists. The agony after the operation, every painful breath I struggled to take, and the overwhelming fear of losing my baby became the darkest chapter of my life. God answered my prayers. The surgery was successful. My heart was restored, and I safely gave birth to my little boy. I was no longer the weak, sickly, pitiful Aluna. No longer the woman my mother-in-law had constantly branded as incapable of giving her family an heir. Now, I had proven them all wrong. This time, I wasn't alone. I had returned with my beloved son, Darren Cleosan—a four-year-old boy whose innocent antics never failed to melt my heart. And, of course, by my side was Lidya, my loyal personal assistant who had stood beside me throughout my rise while I was living overseas. We had arrived only last night and immediately checked into a presidential suite at one of the most luxurious hotels in downtown New York. This afternoon, we would be attending an important event. "Madam Aluna, are you ready for the launch event introducing our new product to the New York market?" Lidya asked from outside the dressing room. "Yes, of course," I replied softly as I studied my reflection in the full-length mirror. I smoothed the elegant black dress that hugged my figure with its sharp, sophisticated tailoring. "Which CEOs will be attending today? Make sure they fully support the launch of our herbal weight-loss product." "All the key guests have confirmed their attendance, Madam," Lidya answered confidently. "They're extremely enthusiastic about our expansion." I picked up my premium leather handbag from the table before walking out of the room with my chin held high. Once upon a time, Kael and his family had trampled my dignity, treating me as nothing more than a useless, sickly woman. Now, everything about me radiated authority, elegance, and a level of luxury they could never hope to reach. The company I had founded five years ago, Alder Corp, had grown at an astonishing pace. The herbal cosmetics and health supplements we manufactured had become international bestsellers. I hadn't returned to this city to hide. I had come back to expand my business empire. Outside the hotel, Darren was already sitting patiently inside the black Rolls-Royce Phantom I had rented exclusively for my stay in New York. The little boy looked incredibly handsome in a perfectly tailored miniature tuxedo. I climbed into the car and sat beside him. "Mommy, where are we going?" Darren asked in his adorable little voice. "We're going to meet some of New York's most influential business leaders. Do you want to become someone great like them when you grow up?" I asked gently, stroking his chubby cheek. Darren immediately shook his head. "No." "Why not?" "I want to become an unbeatable superhero, Mommy," he answered innocently, raising his tiny fist into the air. "So I can protect you from bad monsters." A warm laugh escaped my lips. I pulled him into my arms and gently stroked his soft hair. Darren's existence was the very reason my heart continued to beat, the reason I had been able to overcome the cruel fate that once threatened to destroy me. Before I realized it, our brief conversation came to an end as the luxurious car rolled to a stop in front of the magnificent exhibition hall where the event was being held. The chauffeur opened the door for us. I stepped out first before helping Darren climb down. Holding his tiny hand, I guided him gently along the red carpet toward the building's grand entrance. But after only a few steps... My entire body suddenly froze. I came to an abrupt halt. Standing less than three meters away was a man dressed in a dark gray suit. The face I had once loved more than anything... Then came to hate with every fiber of my being. His eyes widened in complete disbelief as they locked onto mine. He slowly walked toward us. "Aluna... is that really you?" Kael asked, his voice trembling with overwhelming shock. I looked at him with cold, empty eyes. "I'm sorry... who are you?" I asked flatly, pretending not to recognize the man who had murdered my sincerity. Kael frowned slightly, as though reality had just struck him with merciless force. "Aluna... have you... forgotten me?" Before I could answer, Darren looked up at me. His little face was filled with innocent curiosity. "Mommy, who is this mister?" The single word Mommy crashed into Kael like a bolt of lightning. He froze instantly. His eyes darted toward the little boy standing beside me before returning to my face in complete disbelief. The color drained from his face. He looked utterly incapable of processing what he had just heard. Before Kael could speak again, Lidya stepped forward without hesitation. "Mr. Kael, it's a pleasure to see you," she said politely, offering a professional nod. My assistant had memorized the names of every CEO invited to today's event—including Kael, whose company had expressed interest in becoming a partner for my newest product. "Madam Aluna is very busy at the moment and cannot be disturbed." Without wasting another second, I gently took Darren's hand and walked past Kael. I refused to let those traitorous eyes linger on my son any longer. The son I had raised alone through blood, sweat, and tears... Without the slightest help from a pathetic man like him. As I walked past, I could feel Kael's gaze fixed on my back— held captive by the fragility, regret, and confusion that had finally begun to consume his soul.The next day.The scent of wood paint and freshly cut grass filled the morning air at our new residence in Alpine. From the mansion’s back terrace, I watched Darren run around, chasing a yellow butterfly. His clear laughter soared through the air, breaking the silence that had settled in my chest for so long.A genuine smile curved across my lips.This was the main reason I had bought this place—a space where my little son could enjoy his childhood without fear.“Mommy! Look! The butterfly landed on the flower!” Darren shouted excitedly. He turned toward me, showing off his wide grin.“Don’t run too fast, sweetheart!” I called softly as I adjusted the shawl over my shoulders. “You might fall.”“I won’t, Mom—”His sentence was abruptly cut short.Right before my eyes, his little footsteps suddenly faltered. Darren hadn’t tripped over a root or a stone. His body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto the grass like a rag doll whose supporting strings had been cut.“Darren!”My heart seemed
The silence in the top-floor conference room of Alder Corp felt thick and oppressive. Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the Manhattan skyline stretched out beneath my gaze. The golden afternoon light was slowly fading, swallowed by dark clouds moving in from the east. The overcast atmosphere seemed to mirror the final battle that now lay just within reach.I stood with my fingers resting against the cold surface of the wooden table, studying the neatly arranged documents concerning the acquisition of Gostav Group's assets before me.Today was the turning point.The day when the remnants of Kael Gostav's business empire would be completely absorbed under the umbrella of Alder Corp. The regret, financial ruin, and social isolation he had endured over the past few months had finally reached their climax at this shareholders' meeting.The door opened.Lidya stepped inside, the heels of her shoes striking the floor in a steady rhythm. Her expression was calm, but her hawk-l
The journey to the private Alpine community in New Jersey felt incredibly peaceful. The lush trees lining the private road seemed to absorb all the nauseating noise of Manhattan.Mr. Khana sat beside me, occasionally explaining the advantages of the community's security system, which was guarded around the clock by a private intelligence team.“We’re here, Miss Aluna,” Mr. Khana said as the car stopped in front of a black iron gate with a classic European design.The gate opened automatically, revealing an expansive green lawn with a tiered fountain in the center. Behind it stood a magnificent two-story mansion in a modern-classic style, with ivory-white natural stone walls and large glass windows.As my feet touched the marble floor inside the mansion, a sense of comfort immediately washed over me. The layout was incredibly spacious, the natural lighting was perfect, and most importantly, the backyard directly bordered a high-walled private garden—a place that was extremely safe and
The next day.Morning sunlight gently slipped into the hotel suite where we were staying. I watched Darren happily drawing at his little table. As I observed his innocent movements, a realization suddenly crossed my mind.Living in a five-star hotel penthouse certainly provided extra security and every facility we could possibly need, but it was not an efficient environment for the growth and development of a four-year-old child. Darren needed a spacious yard to run around in and a more private space to move freely.I walked over to Lidya, who was busy checking documents in the corner of the living room.“Lidya,” I called softly so as not to break Darren’s concentration. “Schedule a mansion search for us tomorrow. We can’t keep living in a hotel. Darren needs a more suitable and spacious home while we’re staying in New York.”Lidya looked up and nodded knowingly. “Yes, Madam. Actually, I anticipated this and have already prepared several exclusive housing options for you.”It did not
Darren’s medical examination went very smoothly. Our private doctor confirmed that his physical development and overall health were in perfect condition. However, the calmness inside the consultation room could not suppress the wave of anger still burning in my chest. Merry had crossed the most sacred boundary in my life: she had dared to hurl insults and publicly challenge my son’s status.As soon as we returned to the hotel suite and Darren was safely under the supervision of the caregiving team, I summoned Lidya to my private office.“Madam, the report filed with the New York Police Department regarding Merry Dacko’s acts of harassment and intimidation has officially been processed,” Lidya said quickly, placing a copy of the report on my desk. “Our lawyers have also prepared a legal warning letter and a defamation lawsuit.”“That isn’t enough,” I said coldly, tapping my fingers against the gleaming wooden surface of the desk. “A cheap attack like the one she made earlier shows that
This morning, the Wall Street Journal and New York's leading business newspapers featured photos of Julian Khana and me on their front pages. News of the exclusive alliance between Alder Corp and Vance Group came as a major shock that sent ripples through the local stock market. The impact was instantaneous. The domino effect of this partnership prompted several investors to move their funds from Gostav Group's projects into the new consortium we had formed.I enjoyed my morning tea while reading Lidya's financial report."Gostav Group's stock price fell another three point two percent this morning, Madam," Lidya reported from beside my desk, her voice carrying a measured note of satisfaction. "The two minority shareholders we met last night have agreed to the private share-sale agreement. We've secured four percent of the shares in Gostav Group.""Four percent is an excellent start," I replied calmly, setting my porcelain cup onto its saucer. "That small amount of influence is alread







