LOGIN“This must be reported to Father Clinthon! Ah—no! What if he’s one of the traitors too?!” Mrs. Calvez’s voice trembled as she paced back and forth inside their room. Her eyes were swollen with anger and anxiety, tightly gripping a handkerchief that was nearly torn apart from how hard she was clutching it. “The entire CC must know about this! And if Carolina is proven guilty… she will fall with them!” Gravon Calvez suddenly stood up, fists clenched tightly, his gaze sharp as he looked at his mother. “No, Mom! I won’t allow Carolina to fall as well. She is my wife…” he swallowed hard, his voice almost breaking from emotion. “It was my face that stood in the CC Hall. I was the one at the altar. So this must never be known by everyone!” He took a deep breath, feeling the fire of anger and determination burning inside him. “What we need… is to finish, punish, or kill the one pretending to be Gravon in Zealand House!” he declared firmly, almost shattering the glass in his hand as he hurle
A day had passed before Dark Nathaniel Villamonte finally arrived at Asia Hospital. Every step he took toward the VVIP room felt heavy, as if each beat of his heart pounded louder than before. Inside lay his subordinate, Gerald—and at that moment, the man held the possible answer to the problem that had been tormenting him for so long. Dark took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety and anger tightening his chest, before pushing the door open and stepping inside. He was immediately met by the gazes of Drick, several nurses, and doctors attending to Gerald. Everyone turned toward him, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to grow heavier instantly. “How is he?” Dark asked quickly and firmly, his words nearly overlapping. “Has he regained consciousness? Can he talk? Did you ask him, Drick, where our twins are?!” Drick almost flinched at the intensity of Dark’s voice, but he remained calm. “Calm down, Sir…” he said carefully, as if trying to contain a fire that might erupt in
“You idiots!” one of Benjie’s men shouted angrily, his voice booming so loudly it almost shattered the ears of the person on the other end of the line. It thundered with rage and frustration. “Did you even do your research before taking that ‘family,’ huh?!” A brief silence followed before a trembling voice answered from the other side. The fear was evident in every word, as if he was bracing himself for even more anger from his boss. “S-Sir… we did our research. That really is his family!” he insisted, trying to defend himself despite the weakness of their evidence. “He hasn’t even seen or talked to them, yet he’s already saying they’re not his family…” As Dark’s man listened to every word coming from his captors, it felt as though the air around him had grown heavier. His eyes were shut tight, his lips trembling as he whispered prayers. “God… please don’t let their boss believe them… please don’t let him fall for it…” He could feel sweat trickling down the side of his face, even
“I can’t stay still, Dark! I’m coming with you! Gerald is the only one who can tell us where the twins are! I need to bring them back under my care. I can’t just sit in this house while our twins are missing. Dark, please… take me with you!” Roxane’s voice trembled. Her eyes were red from crying, her fists tightly clenched as if she refused to let go of Dark. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, filled with anxiety and an overwhelming longing for their twins. Dark stepped closer and took a firm breath, holding back his emotions. The weight of the situation was visible on his strong face, yet he remained calm and composed. He held both of Roxane’s shoulders and gently met her gaze. “You can’t come with me, Honey…” his voice was soft but firm, filled with concern and care. “Do you want us to expose a weakness? Especially now that Gravon Calvez has escaped. You need to stay here—he might show up at any moment, and he needs to see you. You’ll be the one to manipulate him.” He squeezed her
Drick didn’t waste a second. Sweat poured down his forehead as his trembling hand reached for their secret connection to Sir Dark. With just one press, the line connected—and it was answered immediately. “Sir…” his voice was already breaking, his fingers so weak the phone nearly slipped from his grasp. He was sobbing as he spoke. “Gerald… Sir, he’s in critical condition! He has so many wounds—he’s lost so much blood… he needs to be transferred to a major hospital as soon as possible before it’s too late!” There was a brief pause on the other end, and that silence felt like a heavy storm crashing inside Drick’s chest. Then came Dark’s sharp, urgent reply, filled with tension: “What happened to him?! Where are you right now?!” Dark shouted, his voice shaking but forced steady by responsibility. “Don’t move from there—I’m coming to you immediately!” Roxane flinched when she heard Dark’s voice. She had been sitting there for a while, restless and consumed with thoughts about their twi
“Where the hell is Gerald?! Why hasn’t he shown up until now?!” Drick muttered sharply to himself, his jaw trembling with frustration as he scanned the dark surroundings. “What could’ve happened to him?!” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm the rapid pounding of his chest—but the anger inside him only burned hotter. “Does he know where the twins are?” Drick’s head throbbed from the flood of questions clouding his mind. He bit his lip so hard it nearly bled, holding himself back from exploding in rage. “If only I could hear what they’re talking about inside CEM… I’d know where the twins are being hidden!” Drick slammed his fist hard against the post beside him, his anger sinking deep into his knuckles. “Damn it! Everything’s too slow! Sir Dark needs to know this immediately. There’s no time to wait—because even the enemies… they’ve already discovered the secret of the hideout!” In the middle of his fury, he suddenly froze. A sharp, faint rustling sound tore through the silenc
Days and weeks passed until Roxane reached three months of pregnancy. Her morning sickness remained intense—far worse than Dark had expected. She often woke up in the middle of the night, craving food that was hard to find, and there was hardly a moment when her body felt calm because of her cons
Mrs. Sebastian’s eyes widened as she waited for Roxane’s answer. But minutes passed, and not a single word came out of Roxane’s mouth. Despite the seriousness of the discussion, Beth was busy looking for an exit—any way she could escape from Dark’s house. “I’ll call Master Ama… I’ll ask him for h
I’m pregnant too… why?! Levie’s mind screamed even now, even though their confrontation had already ended earlier. Meanwhile, Mrs. Vellama kept complaining about what had happened. “What that maid did was humiliating!” Mrs. Vellama muttered angrily to herself, almost shaking with rage. “She tal
“Uhm… uhm… uhm…” Mrs. Vellama coughed lightly as she spoke from behind Dark and Roxane. “You might end up causing something unexpected with all that flirting,” Mrs. Vellama said gently, a voice Roxane was only hearing clearly now. “So Mama Dark is really just putting on a show… Is this really m







