Mag-log in"You're talking like you're any better. Don't fûcking pretend this is about the boy." Norman said flatly, "You think I don't know what you were trying to do? Telling him you're traveling, hoping he'd ask questions, hoping I'd fûcking fold."Fiona froze."You wanted to use him as leverage. To make me say the words you're dying to hear. To make me second-guess the divorce." He took a step closer, his tone cutting deeper with each word. "You think dragging my son into this mess will change anything, Fiona? You think it'll suddenly change the fûcking contract you signed seven years ago?"Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For a long, tense moment, they just stared at each other, the silence between them louder than any argument could have been."You forget who you're dealing with, Fiona," He continued, taking another step closer. "You don't fûcking manipulate me with a seven-year-old's tears and expect to succeed."Anger and disbelief flashed in her eyes. "You heartless..."
After the meeting at Vosscorp Global, Norman returned to King Holdings as if nothing had happened. He didn't look or act like a man who had just lost one of the biggest projects under his name. And in truth, that was the kind of man he was—ruthless, focused, and always several moves ahead.The moment he had stepped out of that boardroom, he had already moved on. What Calla had done? It didn't deserve a second thought, not when he had other empires to run.At King Holdings, everything moved like clockwork. His employees worked fast, spoke only when spoken to, and moved out of his way the second they saw him. Without a waste of time, he went straight into two back-to-back meetings, handling investors and board members with his usual cold efficiency. By the time the last meeting ended, it was already late in the evening. His secretary, a slim woman with sharp glasses and a clipboard in hand, walked a step behind him, reading out his schedule for the next day."Tomorrow at nine, you hav
A few minutes later, Calla flipped through the last few pages of the report, tapping her pen lightly on the table. Then she smiled and looked at everyone in the room. "I must say," She began, "The project has great potential. The structure, the concept, the figures, all of it looks... promising."Several executives exchanged satisfied glances. A few even nodded proudly, as though her approval had just validated months of hard work. But before anyone could speak, Calla's expression shifted. Her smile vanished, replaced by a calm blankness."However," She said, her voice slicing through the air like a blade, "I'll have to decline further continuation of this project."The room went silent.For a few seconds, the only sound was the faint hum of the projector. Then—"I'm sorry... what?" One of the executives stammered, blinking rapidly.Calla looked up from her papers, already expecting that reaction. She took her time closing the file, relishing the stunned faces staring back at her. Th
Two weeks later, Norman sat in the boardroom, half-listening to the executives who kept talking endlessly about the progress of their latest project. It was doing well—he had invested millions into it—but he couldn't bring himself to feel proud or satisfied. Something, or rather someone, was missing.She was the real reason he had swallowed his pride and gone as far as approaching Julian Voss with a business proposal. Normally, it was the other way around. People: powerful businessmen, billionaires, and high-profile tycoons, were the ones who begged him to consider working with them. Because Norman King never had to chase anyone for deals. But this time, things were different.After the mess at the club caused by Delaney, and his own foolishness for believing her lies without proof, Norman knew he had to fix things. The deal with Julian wasn't just business, it was strategic.Two goals in one move.First, it would help him stay close to Julian, a man he knew was not the forgiving ty
Calla's voice softened as she continued, her gaze distant, as though she were watching the memories play out before her eyes."They never cared about me," She said quietly, her voice laced with bitterness. "All they ever wanted was an heir, a child to carry the King's name. But when they found out I was carrying twins, they wanted both. They locked me in that house, treated me like a prisoner, and humiliated me in every way they could. And all these while, Norman was absent."Vernon's expression hardened, his fists clenching by his sides. But he didn't say a word as Calla went on to describe the complications she faced before childbirth—how one of the twins hadn't survived, and how the surviving baby was cruelly taken from her. "To them, I wasn't a person. I was nothing. Just a tool they could throw away when they were done. And that was exactly what they did." Her lips trembled, though no tears fell from her bloodshot eyes. "They dumped me by the roadside, in the rain. I thought I w
An hour after the doctors finished running all the necessary tests, Calla sat up in bed, still looking pale but stronger than before. Vernon sat beside her, listening quietly as she shared the memories she had regained."I remember a fire and a woman carrying me out of it," She said softly, staring down at her hands. "But that's all. Everything else is blank."Vernon reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "It's okay," He said reassuringly. "You don't have to remember everything now. We had a wonderful childhood, filled with love and laughter. Mom used to make us lavender tea before bed, and Dad would tell stories until we fell asleep."Calla smiled faintly, trying to picture it. "They must've been wonderful." "They were. But the fire... it took them from us."Before the moment could turn heavier, a nurse came into the room holding a clipboard. "Miss Calla, there's someone here to see you."Calla frowned slightly. "Who is it?""She said her name is Rina,"Calla's eyes widened inst







