ログイン“I’m serious, what’s going on?”“Well, like I said! He’s on a stretcher! Ambulance! There’s even siren background music! But I swear, Dark, if you saw what happened earlier—it felt like a Netflix show! Comedy-drama with full nudity!”“Roxane!” Dark snapped, his voice serious and full of tension. “Focus. What do you mean Gravon’s family is already there?”“Exactly what I said! Alive and kicking, furious, and very serious. But wow, the way his mom was staring at me—it’s like she wanted to turn me into menudo! Hahaha!”Dark facepalmed on the other end of the line. “Roxane, this isn’t a joke.”“Oh, it’s not? Fine, let’s plan then. But I promise you, Dark, if there’s a best comedy actress award here… I’d win it! Hahaha!”“Okay… but are you really okay there, honey?” Dark asked gently, though worry was clear in his voice.“Yeah… I’m okay now, Dark,” Roxane replied casually. But suddenly she rolled her eyes and held her chest. “But earlier, wow, I really thought that Gravon guy was going to
“Wait… honey!” Carolina almost shouted as she fanned herself rapidly. “I’m sweating and I smell… I smell like fermented shrimp paste! Can’t you smell it, honey?!” She tried to walk away, but it felt like she was in a slow-motion movie—while she kept stepping back, Gravon kept moving closer. Gravon’s face was serious, and every step he took felt like it had suspenseful background music. “Even if your body smells like the ocean, Carolina… I won’t back off.” “Huh? Ocean already?!” Carolina laughed nervously as she continued backing away. “Then I guess I’m the squid, and you’re the… fisherman?” But before she could continue making excuses, the back of her leg suddenly hit a wheeled chair. “Oh my gosh!” she screamed as she fell into a sitting position. In panic, her legs lifted—and that’s when the comedy tragedy began. One of her feet got caught in the towel wrapped around Gravon. In an instant, it fell to the floor. “OH MY GOSH!” Carolina nearly screamed, her eyes widening. Right bef
“Drick…” Dark called coldly but firmly while staring into the distance, as if his mind was carrying the weight of the situation. “You handle Gerald for now. I need to go back to Zealand House. My wife is in danger!” he said firmly, tension evident in every word. Drick blinked, unable to believe what he had just heard. “What? Ma’am Roxane is in danger?” he asked immediately, clearly shaken. Dark’s gaze hardened, his eyes sharpening as his fist slowly clenched. “Gravon escaped… and now he’s already at Zealand House. His parents are with him.” Drick felt the back of his neck turn cold, as if ice had been poured over him. “What do we do, Sir Dark? What’s your plan?” he asked anxiously, his voice trembling. Dark closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and when he opened them, there was a strange glint in them. A dangerous smile slowly formed on his lips. Drick swallowed hard. “It seems… you already have a plan, Sir?” he whispered, nervous about what his boss was thinkin
“Why are you pulling away, my dear wife? I missed you…” Gravon’s voice was dangerous as he slowly stepped closer, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and frustration. “And I want to have you in bed right now!” he added, his tone low but firm—almost threatening. “A–ah! This can’t happen!” Carolina whispered to herself, trying to suppress the fear and panic rising inside her. My God… this is the real Gravon! But I can’t let it show. I have to pretend—I need to be angry so he won’t get what he wants. “I already told you to take a bath or at least shower first!” Carolina snapped, forcing anger into her voice. “You disappear without a word, and then you expect to jump straight into bed?! The nerve! You can’t even explain why you suddenly left without saying anything!” Every word sounded bold, but behind that mask of anger, she clung to one truth: Dark Nathaniel is my husband… not him. Never him. “Is that so?” Gravon replied sharply. A faint smirk played on his lips, but his piercing
“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
“Why do I need to divorce my wife?!” he shouted, his voice nearly breaking from anger and desperation. “She’s pregnant! And I can fight for her!” “You insolent fool!” Father’s voice thundered. His chest pounded with fury, his face flushed red as he pointed at him as if he had no right to stand the
“What is your plan, Mrs. Vellama Villamonte?” one of their guests asked with a teasing smile. “Perhaps you’d like to share it with us?” “Shk!” Vellama’s tone suddenly changed, a sudden heat flashing in her eyes. “Ahmmm… do you mean you don’t trust me, my dear friends?!” Vellama asked her Omegas s
“I can’t stand not seeing my wife. I’m going to her,” Dark whispered, the heaviness in his chest and the faint worry in his voice unmistakable. As he stepped out of the room, he saw Levie and Mrs. Sebastian standing there, talking to Vellama. Beside them were the large bags they had brought when t
“What’s the update on Aling Beth?” Dark asked immediately as soon as he saw Drick approaching him. Anxiety was evident in his voice—the weight of turmoil heavy in his mind. “Everything’s fine there, Sir. You don’t have to worry because no one else can enter that place except you and me,” Drick rep







