เข้าสู่ระบบDAMIEN’S MANSION — LEO’S ROOM — 7:00 AMMorning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Leo’s room. The walls were still cream-colored, but Damien had already ordered ash-gray paint for the room. It was a small change, but it was one of the few things Leo had actually asked for.A knock sounded on the door. “Leo? Are you awake?” Damien asked.Leo sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the expensive school uniform laid out in front of him. The navy blazer, white shirt, gray trousers, and polished shoes looked completely out of place in his room.The Blackwood Academy crest was embroidered neatly on the blazer.He had never owned anything that expensive before. Another knock came. “Leo, we need to leave soon. School starts at eight-thirty.”Leo sighed before getting up and opening the door.Damien stood there holding a tray of breakfast, looking almost nervous.“I made breakfast for you,” he said, forcing a small smile. “Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice.”Leo looked at the
Elena's voice dropped to a whisper as she added, "How much longer am I supposed to wait for you, Daniel? How much longer am I supposed to be your secret?"There was a long silence on the other end. Then Daniel spoke, his voice cold and dismissive. "You're not my secret, Elena. You're my lawyer. And you're a tool I'm using to get what I want. Don't confuse the two."Elena's face went pale. "What?"Daniel's voice was flat. "You knew what this was when you signed up for it. You're getting paid. You're getting what you want. Don't make this into something it's not."Elena's voice cracked. "I don't believe you. You don't mean that."Daniel's voice was ice cold. "I mean every word. Now focus on the case. Make sure Ariana loses. That's all I care about."The line went dead.Elena stared at her phone, her whole body shaking. Tears streamed down her face.She had just given Daniel everything. And he had thrown it back in her face.She was nothing to him. A tool. A pawn. Nothing more.She threw
SAINT VICTORIA HOSPITAL — VIP SUITE — EVENINGAmelia stood frozen in the doorway, her mouth hanging open.She stared at the room in disbelief. This didn’t look like a hospital room at all. It looked more like an expensive five-star hotel suite.The floor was polished hardwood, partly covered by a thick cream-colored rug. A large, comfortable bed sat in the middle of the room, covered with fresh white sheets. There were fresh flowers on the table, expensive chocolates beside the bed, and a soft robe hanging neatly on the bathroom door.Amelia slowly turned around, taking everything in.She had spent months in a cold prison cell, sleeping on a thin mattress and eating food that tasted like cardboard. She had dreamed of freedom every single day.Now she was standing in a room that looked like something from another world. “What the hell is this place?” she whispered.She took a few steps inside and looked around again.“This is not a hospital room. This is a freaking palace.”She walked
Elena picked up her phone and dialed Daniel. He answered after a few rings, his voice low and slightly impatient.“What is it?”Elena leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “My payment still hasn’t been processed.”There was a brief silence on the other end before Daniel replied, “I told you I’d take care of it.”“I know what you told me,” Elena said, her voice carrying a touch of irritation. “But it isn’t easy deceiving Ariana. I’m putting my reputation on the line for you, Daniel. The least you can do is make sure I get paid on time.”“I said I’ll handle it.”“You’d better,” Elena replied coldly. She glanced toward the closed office door before continuing. “And you need to deal with Marco too. That idiot actually thinks his testimony is going to help Ariana in court.”Daniel let out a quiet sigh. “What did he say?”“He volunteered to testify that Ariana is a wonderful mother.” Elena rolled her eyes. “Can you believe that? He’s known her for barely a week, and he actually thi
Elena tore them again, calmly reducing the documents to pieces before dropping them onto the table. “I’m making something very clear,” she said coldly. “You hired me to represent you. That means you listen to me.”She leaned back in her chair, her expression completely unmoved. “You want to fight Daniel for custody? Fine. Fight him. But stop bringing me emotional speeches, useless witnesses, and people you think are credible simply because you love them.”Ariana clenched her fists.Elena gave her a cold, almost mocking smile. “Find me people with clean records, credibility, and firsthand knowledge of how you care for Aiden. Otherwise, I will walk away from this case.”Ariana stared at the torn papers. “But you just destroyed the documents I signed.”“Yes.” Elena shrugged. “Because I haven’t decided whether you’re worth the trouble yet.”Marco’s expression hardened. “You can’t treat her like this.”Elena slowly turned her eyes toward him. “Was I speaking to you?”Marco fell silent.Ele
Valerie stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m Valerie Rossi.”Briggs scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t care who you are. This is a prison transfer, and you have no authority here.”Valerie’s eyes narrowed, but she remained calm. “Oh, I think you’ll find that I have exactly the authority I need.”Briggs gave her a dismissive look. “She’s a prisoner. She’s been cleared for transfer. That’s all you need to know.”Valerie gave him a cold smile. “Then I suggest you check your paperwork again.”Briggs frowned, clearly annoyed by Valerie’s confidence. “And why would I do that?”Valerie stepped closer, her expression hardening. Her voice remained calm, but there was a clear warning in her tone. “Because if you put another hand on my client without following the proper legal procedure, you’re going to have a very serious problem on your hands.”Behind her, Daniel quietly opened the briefcase and began taking out the documents.Valerie didn’t eve
“Two days ago. Daniel and I were talking about the party, and we realized—why wait? We love each other. We have a son together. We want to be a family. So we’re doing it now.” Ariana twisted her hands together. “Are you mad?”“Mad? Are you kidding?” Amelia rushed forward and hugged her best friend
Alejandro stood on the sidewalk outside Amelia’s towering apartment building. The crisp New York morning air did nothing to clear the fog in his head. His duffel bag felt like a brick in his hand, heavy with the few clothes he’d grabbed in a rush.Suddenly, cameras clicked around him. Paparazzi app
“Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.”He pumped his fingers slowly, thumb brushing her clit on every stroke. “I’m going to do all of it.”His mouth found her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as his fingers worked her steadily. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging through his coat. Wet sounds
MANHATTAN FAMILY COURT ~The courtroom was quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.Katherina sat at the long wooden table, her hands trembling as she stared at the papers in front of her. Jessica sat beside her, pretending to dab her tears with a tissue. Across the room, little Mira







