LOGINThe silence that followed Lucian's departure was deafening.The heavy clang of the metal door still echoed in the vast, empty warehouse, and Caliste stared at it as if her eyes could burn a hole through it — as if she could somehow will him to come back.But he didn't.The footsteps that once brought her comfort were gone, swallowed by the night. All that remained was the faint hum of the cold wind slipping through the cracks and the suffocating weight of her own heartbeat.Her throat constricted.Her mind replayed his words again and again — She has nothing to do with me.Each time, they stabbed deeper.Each time, she felt another piece of herself crumble.She had endured betrayal, humiliation, heartbreak before… but nothing like this.This — being told she was nothing to the man she loved — tore through her like a blade of ice.Her body trembled as she struggled against the ropes. The coarse fiber dug into her wrists, but she barely felt the pain. Her tears blurred her vision until
The skyline of the city burns gold against the glass walls of Velmore Tower, but inside Lucian's office, the air is sharp, sterile, and quiet. He sits behind his desk, tie loosened, staring at the flickering cursor on an unread email. His assistant, Elias, knocks lightly before stepping in."Sir," Elias says cautiously, holding a brown envelope. "This just came for you. No return address."Lucian glances at it, indifferent. "Put it there."Elias hesitates, sensing the unease that clings to the envelope. "Sir, I think you should open it."Lucian sighs and reaches for it, sliding his finger across the seal. Inside, a single photograph falls out. It hits the glass table with a soft snap.His hand stops midair.His breath stills.In the photo, Caliste sits unconscious on a metal chair .. wrists bound, head slumped, a dark bruise blooming on her temple. The background is concrete and shadow, an old warehouse from the look of it. A faint dread coils inside him, but his face remains expressi
Lucian stood by the wide glass wall of his office, the city sprawling beneath him ...glittering lights, cars in motion, people hurrying somewhere they belonged.He once loved this view. It made him feel untouchable, in control.Now, it only reminded him how small everything was ...even his own heart that refused to listen to reason.He had lost.And it wasn't to another businessman, not to a rival empire... but to love."Sir," Elias, his loyal assistant, broke the silence as he entered the office, a folder in his hand. "These are the reports from the security assigned to Miss Winslow. They've been monitoring...""Stop."Lucian's voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of finality.Elias froze, confused. "Sir?"Lucian turned, his face calm... too calm. "End it. Pull them back. No more surveillance. No reports."Elias blinked. "But… sir, your orders were to make sure she's safe. With all due respect, Miss Winslow's situation...""I said end it." Lucian's tone hardened. "She's not my
The knock on Caliste's apartment door came unexpectedly. She wasn't expecting anyone that evening...not even him. When she opened the door and saw Lucian standing there in his tailored black coat, her breath caught."Lucian?" she said, blinking in disbelief. "What are you doing here?""I forgot to mention," he said coolly, stepping inside without waiting for permission, "I need you to handle the design concept for the company's upcoming anniversary gala."Caliste raised a brow, crossing her arms. "You could've just called or sent an email. You didn't need to show up at my apartment."Lucian's lips curved slightly. "I wanted to make sure you wouldn't ignore it."Before she could reply, he made himself comfortable on her couch, loosening his tie as though he owned the place. "Mind making me some tea?" he asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.Caliste sighed and turned toward the kitchen, muttering under her breath. "You really haven't changed at all…"As Lucian leaned
Caliste stepped out of the building, her coat pulled close around her. The streetlights reflected against the wet pavement as her heels clicked rhythmically.She was supposed to head home straight after her checkup, but her mind was elsewhere.. the result she still couldn't believe, the weight she now carried in secret.Across the street, in a black sedan parked near the curb, two men watched her closely."She leaves the office around this time every day," the driver murmured, adjusting the zoom lens of his camera. "The boss said she's under no surveillance from Velmore security. That makes our job easier."The man in the passenger seat ..the same one who visited Desmund Winslow in prison ...didn't respond at first. He simply stared at the photo of Caliste clipped to a file. "She doesn't look like a threat," he said finally.The driver smirked. "None of them do. Until they become the weapon."The passenger closed the file and said coldly, "We move soon. The order came straight from Wi
The rhythmic beep of a monitor echoed softly in the sterile room. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Caliste stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Bright white light greeted her, and for a moment, confusion clouded her thoughts.She blinked, scanning the room...until her gaze stopped at the man sitting quietly beside her bed.Caelum.He looked tired, the top button of his shirt undone, his dark hair slightly disheveled. But what caught her attention was the worry in his eyes, the way his smile tried to hide it."You're awake," he said softly, relief threading his tone. "You scared me there for a moment."Caliste slowly sat up, pressing a hand to her forehead. "What… what happened?""You collapsed in the parking lot," Caelum replied, standing to help her sit properly. "You've been out for hours. The doctor ran some tests."He hesitated, then handed her a folded sheet of paper...her laboratory report.Caliste's fingers trembled slightly as she opened it. Her eyes skimme







