ログインI need to finish this exam. I can’t answer my phone even if I know Mr. Clifford is calling, Roxiel whispered to himself as he forced his attention back to the test paper. He could feel the weight of every passing second, especially knowing how important that call was—but passing this final examination mattered even more to him right now. For a brief moment, he glanced at his twin brother, Clairox, who was seated several rows away. Their desks were separated, and each of their name tags was clearly displayed so their classmates and professors would not confuse them. Roxiel noticed the slight furrow in Clairox’s brows, as if he were carefully observing his every move. Suddenly— Vrrrrttt… vrrrrttt… The faint vibration of Roxiel’s cellphone echoed from beneath his desk. In the silence of the classroom, the sound felt as loud as thunder. Roxiel flinched, and several classmates nearly jumped in surprise as they lifted their eyes from their exam papers. “Roxiel!” their supervisor shoute
Days, weeks, months, and years passed—time seemed to move so quickly for Clairox and Roxiel. From mischievous little boys full of childish innocence, they had now grown into young men who had entered college. The once simple and innocent appearance of the twins had been shaped by time and experience; their posture became sharper, their eyes more intense, and their charisma far more powerful—something that hardly matched their young age of fifteen. Despite all the hardships, Clairox continued living as a working student. He never gave up on his dream of escaping poverty and finishing his studies, no matter how difficult life became. Their parents knew this, and although they understood how heavy their son’s burdens were, they could also feel his determination in every single day he spent balancing work and school. There were even nights when he would come home completely exhausted, barely able to eat, yet he still forced himself to smile just so his family would not worry. Meanwhile,
Roxiel Villar : POV I need to bring this money to the orphanage. So I can help the children who have no parents… the children with no home, no blankets, and not even a single grain of rice to fill their stomachs. As I rode my motorcycle—the brand-new one I bought using the full payment from Mr. Clifford—I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a deep sigh. “You people keep raising your bids at auctions… but not once have you ever thought of sharing even a tiny portion with those in need,” I muttered while twisting the throttle, the engine roaring beneath me. “Especially the Clinthon Crown—they’re richer than the government itself! Yet they still have no compassion…” As the wheels rolled along the concrete road, memories of how I first met Mr. Clifford slowly came flooding back. I was only ten years old back then. It was during the height of a storm. Floodwaters filled the streets, trees swayed violently as if they were about to collapse, and the sky raged with thunder and light
“What’s going on here? And what’s that you’re holding, Clairox? And what’s on the table?” Drick, their father, asked with wide eyes as he stared at the glistening roasted pig sitting in the center of the table. “Is that really roasted pig, or am I just imagining things?” he added, his voice growing sharper. The mixture of confusion and concern was clearly visible on his face. “And what about that, Clairox? Is that roasted chicken too?” he asked firmly while pointing at the whole roasted chicken his son was carrying. “Where did you get the money to buy all that—especially the roasted pig?” His tone tightened, no longer simply curious but now demanding answers. Meanwhile, Mama Lyka remained silent. She only glanced briefly at her children before slowly turning away and heading toward the kitchen. Their dinner for tonight was originally supposed to be three medium-sized milkfish—cheap fish she had carefully squeezed into their limited budget just to make ends meet. But what she saw o
Madam Cathy suddenly froze and stared at Clairox for a long moment. Despite the noise of the police officers and guards continuing their investigation, it felt as though her world had frozen the moment she heard the young man’s voice—not the confident and composed man from earlier, but the real him… a fifteen-year-old boy trembling in fear. “My God…” she whispered softly to herself, almost too quietly for anyone else to hear. She felt sorry for Clairox. At such a young age, he could compete with adults in their twenties, carrying himself with the confidence and elegance of a grown man… but now that fear and anxiety had struck him head-on, he had returned to his innocent self. Clairox lowered his head, holding back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He didn’t want to appear weak, but the trembling of his hands and the shakiness in his voice clearly revealed his exhaustion and fear. Madam Cathy slowly approached him, like a mother ready to embrace her wounded child. She lo
An hour later… “Yeah! Our plan was brilliant! Hahahahaha!” a woman shouted while holding the Diamond Necklace that sparkled beneath the dim lights of their hideout. Greed gleamed in her eyes, as if she had already forgotten the danger tied to what they had done. “No one suspects that the jewelry box already contains a fake necklace!” she added, causing the entire group to burst into laughter. Their laughter sounded like the music of victory—loud, carefree, and overflowing with arrogance. But the celebration was suddenly cut short when a masked man spoke—the leader of their group. His voice was cold and filled with authority, instantly silencing everyone. “That’s enough celebrating,” he said as he stood upright and slowly approached the woman. “Deliver the Diamond Necklace to Mr. Clifford and collect the full payment. This battle isn’t over yet. Remember… one mistake and all of us will be doomed.” The four women who had earlier acted confidently during the auction exchanged silent
Dark was supposed to assist Roxane, but before he could even get close, the woman was already standing—like a runway model, though her nervousness was obvious. Roxane subtly wiped her palm on the side of her skirt, forcing a smile to hide her tension as she introduced herself to the woman who didn’
"Hey, you’re so lucky!" Lyka blurted out, almost dislocating her neck from tapping Roxane nonstop. "You were the one Sir Dark chose! Want to switch bosses? I can take over taking care of his six-pack!" Her voice was filled with giggles, but obviously mixed with envy and flirting. While they were
Lyka frowned as she listened to the two women talking while they walked toward Dark’s room. “She complains like a child,” Lyka muttered with an eye roll, almost shaking her head in annoyance as she followed behind them. She let out a long sigh—clearly losing patience. “Seriously? It’s only Roxan
Roxane only glanced at Carrissa—who always seemed to have her eyebrows permanently furrowed—before heading straight to Dark’s luxurious underwear drawer. She gasped. “WOW!” It looked like a boutique! Seriously, these were just underwear, but it felt like they had their own VIP section. Everythin







