MasukCarolina Clinthon stood at the center of the vast Grand Hall. The light from the enormous chandeliers fell upon her face, casting a brilliant glow in her eyes filled with excitement and confidence. As she stood there, she felt the rapid beating of her heart—not from nervousness, but from the long-awaited moment she had dreamed about for so long. “No taking it back now, alright!” she said cheerfully, raising her hand as if showing everyone that the doubts were over and the arguments were finished. “Because I am now your Leader! So all of you—listen to what I have to say!” She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and lightly gripped the edge of her dress to control the thrill and the heavy weight of responsibility. Every pair of eyes fixed on her—her allies, the doubtful ones, and even the hidden enemies—felt like flames measuring the strength of her courage. “Uhmmmm…” she swallowed her nervousness firmly and then smiled slightly. “Starting today, I am no longer just Master Am
“I have gathered you here again in the Grand Hall—right here at the very heart of our power—because there is an important matter I must announce,” Master Ama Clinthon began firmly, as his cane struck heavily against the marble floor, creating a loud echo that rang throughout the hall. “Because of the sudden incident that happened last month, I was forced to cancel the scheduled Investiture. But today, I declare and command before all of you… that my granddaughter, Carolina Clinthon, is the one worthy and whom I will appoint to sit upon my Throne!” Suddenly, Ismeralda raised her hand in protest, her gaze sharp and her voice firm. “With all due respect, Master Ama Clinthon. Shouldn’t the welfare of those currently in power be addressed first before appointing the next leader of CC?!” For a moment, everyone fell silent. Eyes met across the room, and tension flowed through every corner of the chamber. Carolina felt heat rising at the back of her neck, and in her mind she muttered shar
“I must not give in to my fear! I know Master Ama will stand by me once I tell him what is happening to his child! I cannot just stay silent while they slowly destroy my boss’s family!” said one of Ama Clinthon’s men firmly, clenching his fist tightly. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, but he refused to back down—even if it meant risking his life. Just moments ago, he had been afraid of what might happen to him. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps approaching. “Hey! What are you doing there? Aren’t you supposed to be outside on guard duty?” asked another man coldly. Everyone knew he was a loyal follower of Benjie. His sharp gaze seemed to be reading the thoughts inside the man’s mind. For a moment, Ama Clinthon’s man froze, but he quickly forced himself to appear calm. He tried to hide his anxiety and the burning determination within him. “Ah—nothing… I just passed by here. I’m taking a short break. I just wanted to make sure nothing unusual is happening around
“Don’t worry about the twins. I’ll take care of them,” said Mrs. Vellama while happily tending to the two babies. “The twins of my son are so cute,” she whispered to herself, gently caressing Roxiel, who was smiling happily while resting in her arms. Suddenly, a cold yet firm voice interrupted. “What is this commotion? Why are you all here, and why did you arrive before us?” asked Mr. Nathaniel sternly. He was Mrs. Vellama’s husband, and his brows were furrowed in confusion. Mrs. Vellama was not intimidated and immediately turned to her husband. “How did your errand go?” she asked calmly. Mr. Nathaniel replied firmly, “I didn’t see Dark. But what I don’t understand is this—why are there babies here? And not just one, but twins?!” Instead of answering his question, Mrs. Vellama simply smiled and carefully handed Roxiel to her husband. “Oh, go on. Hold your grandchild,” she said, leaving Mr. Nathaniel no chance to refuse. Even though he was clearly surprised and slightly hesita
Inside Mr. Nathaniel Villamonte’s Office… The entire room was silent, with only the faint ticking of the large clock on the wall echoing through the space. Mrs. Vellama stared sharply at Lyka, suspicion and uneasiness clearly written on her face. Slowly, she walked toward her husband’s desk and placed both of her hands on top of it before speaking in a cold, authoritative tone. Vellama: “Since my husband isn’t here… I will be the one asking the questions for now. And I’ll start with you, Lyka.” Lyka straightened in her seat, gripping the hem of her dress tightly. The tension was visible on her face, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. Vellama: “First question—why did you suddenly disappear from Villamonte? You left without an explanation, without even saying a word… you vanished like a bubble.” Lyka swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she answered. Lyka: “Because of a mission, Madam…” Mrs. Vellama’s brows immediately furrowed. Her eyes flashed with anger and con
“OH MY GOD! You already have a husband and twin children, and your husband is a ba—” Maxine burst out dramatically, hands on her hips and eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. “You’re so overdramatic! Move aside!” Lyka immediately interrupted, rolling her eyes as she pushed Maxine aside. “The way you talk, you’d think you were the twins’ mother!” Lyka and Rockie quickly entered the Villamonte Mansion while carrying the twins. Maxine gasped and kept pointing at Lyka. “Oh my goodness! Is that what they call an instant mommy package? You’re already carrying twins, and you don’t even have a diaper bag! My goodness, people might think you went baby shopping—buy one, take one!” “Psssst!” Rockie suddenly blocked Maxine’s mouth with two fingers, as if pressing a mute button. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, behave yourself! Even if people call me gay…” Rockie straightened his posture like a beauty queen introducing himself, “…I’m still prettier than you!” Maxine’s jaw almost
Now, as he watched his boss and Roxane’s reflection from the rearview mirror, Drick knew DN had a deeper reason — and it wasn’t just about choosing a maid. Dark finally answered, brows furrowed in seriousness, though his voice carried a hint of obvious pretension, “Make a U-turn. We’re going home
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
Night had grown deep, but sleep still refused to visit Roxane. She lay quietly on her bed, yet her mind was wide awake—constantly replaying the words Dark left her with earlier. She couldn’t understand why those words carried such weight. “Your mother knows me…” That single sentence played agai
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







