登入The soft hum of a saxophone filled the dimly lit lounge, blending with the murmur of late-night conversation. Warm amber light glowed against the polished wood and glass, and the faint scent of whiskey lingered in the air.Caelum Vellaria sat at the far end of the bar, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, eyes fixed on the untouched glass before him. The amber liquid shimmered under the light, but he hadn't taken a sip in minutes. His mind was too crowded.He wasn't sure what brought him here — maybe the exhaustion from endless family tension, or maybe he simply wanted silence that wasn't filled with expectations.He had spent days keeping up appearances: the perfect grandson, the poised heir, the charming Vellaria. But beneath it all, he was tired. Tired of pretending he was fine, tired of the weight that came with the family name.He finally lifted his glass and took a slow drink, savoring the burn.Then he saw her.At the opposite side of the bar sat a woman alone elegant, composed
Victoria Velmore never visited without reason. When she stepped into Lucian's office that morning, her elegant steps and calm poise carried the weight of a storm.Lucian looked up from his desk, his cold eyes narrowing slightly. "Grandmother. To what do I owe this visit?"Victoria didn't answer immediately. She walked toward the glass wall, gazing at the city below. "I needed to talk to you… about Lucca."Lucian's grip on his pen tightened. "What about him?"She turned to face him, her eyes sharp and unyielding. "Whose blood runs in that child's veins, Lucian?"He froze for a moment, then leaned back in his chair with an emotionless expression. "He's my son. That's all you need to know."But Victoria's intuition honed by years of reading people and guarding family secrets didn't falter. "At the gala," she said quietly, "I saw how Caliste looked at him. That gaze… it wasn't of mere affection. It was of a mother watching her child from afar."Lucian's mask wavered. "You're imagining thi
The morning sun poured softly through the grand windows of the Vellaria Estate, bathing the marble floors in golden light. Aster Vellaria sat on her favorite antique chair in the solarium, her fingers gently stirring the tea in her porcelain cup. Her face was calm but thoughtful — eyes distant, as though she carried the weight of both the past and the future in her heart.She had lived long enough to see love bloom and die, to watch families rise and crumble. The echoes of the past were never far from her mind and now, watching history unfold once again through her grandsons, she felt the same ache returning."Tell Caelum to come," she instructed her butler quietly. "There is something we must talk about before this foolishness goes any further."Minutes later, Caelum entered the solarium, his tall frame casting a soft shadow across the tiled floor. He looked effortlessly striking as always the Vellaria charm unmistakable in the proud set of his jaw and the confidence in his stride.
The annual Velmore-Vellaria Foundation Gala was an event that gathered the most powerful families in the city — a grand celebration of wealth, influence, and prestige.Reporters swarmed the red carpet, whispering about business alliances, new ventures — and the rumored rivalry between two heirs: Lucian Velmore and Caelum Vellaria.Caliste Winslow arrived early. Her gown was sleek and simple — black satin that framed her figure with quiet elegance. She never liked attention, but tonight the cameras found her anyway. Her name was already trending online — the woman caught between two Vellaria-Velmore.Her heart, however, wasn't focused on the gossip. She was trying not to think about the man she had avoided since that night — Lucian. The memory of his touch still lingered on her skin, haunting her each time she tried to sleep.She had promised herself to stay composed. To work professionally. To move forward.But every time she saw his name on the building, every time she heard his voic
The restaurant glowed softly under golden chandeliers, its atmosphere hushed and intimate. Every table was adorned with flickering candles and vases of white roses — elegant, quiet, timeless, much like the man waiting for her.Caelum stood when Caliste arrived. He was effortlessly charming in a navy suit, the kind that drew attention not for its luxury but for the grace of the man wearing it. His smile reached his eyes as he pulled out her chair."You look beautiful," he said warmly, his voice a deep baritone that made her heart stumble for reasons she didn't want to name."Thank you," Caliste replied softly, taking her seat. "You look… well-prepared for a casual dinner."He chuckled, leaning back slightly. "I wanted to make a good impression. You don't exactly make it easy, Miss Winslow."That earned him a small, reluctant smile.They began their meal, talking about work, society events, and their shared projects with the Velmore Foundation. The conversation flowed easily — Caelum ha
The rain poured heavily that morning, soft thunder echoing above the Velmore Tower. Inside the building, the whispers had spread — Lucian Velmore hasn't shown up in three days. He's gravely ill.Caliste tried to ignore it at first, drowning herself in sketches and deadlines, but her hand trembled as she reached for her coffee. Something inside her wouldn't rest. Lucian was stubborn when sick — always locking himself in, refusing help, surviving on pride and pain.By noon, her thoughts betrayed her. She found herself standing in front of the private elevator that led to his penthouse.The doors slid open. Lucian's assistant, Elias, nearly stumbled when he saw her."Miss Winslow? You shouldn't be here—Mr. Velmore… he doesn't want to see anyone."Caliste's eyes narrowed. "Is he worse?"Elias hesitated. "He hasn't eaten or taken anything since yesterday. But he insisted no visitors.""Then you should be glad I'm not a visitor," she said firmly, brushing past him."Miss Winslow—please—!"B







