Nathan sat back in his chair, his fingers tapping the surface of the desk in a slow rhythm. His eyes remained fixed on the design Elena had just handed over. Something was bothering him-something that felt familiar. He reached for his cell phone and pressed the speed dial to contact his assistant, Samon. "Hello, Mr. Nathan?" came Samon's voice on the other end. "I need you to find out about someone," Nathan said matter-of-factly. "Who?" "Elena." Samon was silent for a moment. "Elena who?" Nathan squinted, scrutinizing the detailed lines of the design before him. "Elena... I don't know her full name. But she's a designer I've just started working with. Oh yes, I remember, her name is Elena Whitmore." Samon sighed. "Okay. But this could take some time. I need more information." "Okay, I understand. . Don't let him know we're investigating him." Samon nodded even though it was invisible. "Yes, Mr. Nathan. I'll start collecting data." Nathan ended the call, then look
Elena opened the door to her apartment with one hand while the other held the bag of warm bread. Once inside, she saw her three daughters sitting in the living room with Tamara. "Mommy!" exclaimed Delya, jumping up from the couch and running to her. Elena smiled, bending down to hug her youngest daughter tightly. "Mommy's home, honey." Olivia and Katty rushed over too, their eyes sparkling at the bag of bread in Elena's hands. "Is that bread for us?" asked Olivia with an expectant face. Elena chuckled. "Of course. Mommy bought bread for the three of you. " Tamara rose from the couch, greeting Elena with a meaningful look. "Are you okay?" she whispered softly. Elena nodded briefly. She knew Tamara must have guessed something had happened while she was gone, but Elena didn't want to discuss her meeting with Margareth right now. She brought the bread to the table, then helped Delya sit in her chair. Olivia and Katty couldn't wait to taste. "Hmm... so good!" exclaimed Ka
The clock struck two in the morning, but Elena was still at her desk. The small lamp in the corner of the room was the only light, while the remaining coffee in her cup was already cold. Elena's eyes felt heavy, but her hands kept moving, finishing the design that Nathan had requested. She knew how much of a perfectionist he was, and she didn't want to disappoint. However, no matter how hard she tried, her mind began to wander. Every line he drew felt more and more blurred, and his eyelids felt so heavy. Unconsciously, her head fell onto the table. She fell asleep. When Elena woke up, birds were chirping outside the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of the clock on the wall-it was five in the morning!"Oh my!" Elena slapped her forehead. She immediately sat up, looking at the sketch in front of her. The design wasn't finished! Plus, she hadn't made the sample suit that Nathan had requested. Elena rubbed her face frantically. Not to mention... Her eyes darted to her c
Elena got out of the taxi quickly, her hands still clutching the folder of unfinished designs. She was already late, and this was not her habit. Nathan certainly didn't like waiting, especially when it came to work. But before she could step inside the grand office building, a figure stood in her way. Damian, her ex-husband. Elena halted her steps, her jaw hardening at the sight of the man standing with an arrogant expression on his face. Neat as ever, wearing an expensive suit, as if he had never lacked anything in his life. "What a rush you're in, where are you going?" Damian's voice sounded cold, but full of mockery. Elena snorted, giving him a sharp look. "None of your business, Mr. Damian." Elena tried to step to the side, but Damian quickly blocked her way again. "Elena, don't pretend to be busy. I know you don't have a regular job. Or..." Damian glanced at the office building behind Elena. "Are you someone's mistress here?" Elena clenched her fists, restraining h
Elena still didn't fully understand how such a chaotic morning could turn into such a golden opportunity. Just a few minutes ago, she had walked out of Nathan's room with her mind in turmoil, but now, she was standing in front of a room she had never been in before. Tamara, who had just called Elena on the phone, was immediately surprised to hear from Elena, "So, now you have your own workspace?" Elena nodded, still somewhat incredulous. "I guess so." Tamara smiled widely. "Great! This means you're officially an employee of Mr. Nathan. At least you don't have to work from home anymore while the kids chase you around. You'll get rich quick. Keep up the good work, Miss Elena." Elena smiled a little, although her mind was still full of many things. Then, Elena hung up the phone. Elena reached out and opened the door to her new office. Once inside, she was immediately greeted by an elegant room. Not too big, but quite cozy. There was a wooden desk facing a large window with a c
Elena slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was still blurry, but she could feel the bright white light from the hospital lamp. Her head still felt heavy, but at least she could breathe more freely. Once she regained consciousness, she saw the figure sitting in the chair next to her bed. Nathan. He was looking at her with an expression that was hard to read, his eyes sharp but no obvious signs of emotion. "Elena," Nathan finally spoke, his voice low and firm. "You're awake." Elena blinked a few times before trying to get up, but her body still felt weak. "Why am I here?" she muttered. "You collapsed at the office," Nathan replied shortly. "I took you to the hospital." Elena looked around, realizing where she was. She sighed, then rubbed her face tiredly. "Thank you, Mr. Nathan. Sorry for the trouble." Nathan didn't answer immediately. He just looked at her, then after a few seconds, he asked, "Are you pregnant?" Elena was silent for a moment. However, she had no inten
Elena stepped out of the infirmary with a sense of relief. She was finally allowed to go home after resting all night. Although her body still felt a little tired, at least she could return home and finish her work. Beside her, a man in a black suit followed her. Samon, Nathan's assistant, who had taken care of the hospital administration for him. "The car is out front, Miss Elena," Samon said as he matched her pace. "You can go straight home." Elena nodded. "Thank you, Samon. Sorry for the trouble." "No problem. It's Mr. Nathan's order." Elena only smiled slightly. Since working for Nathan, this was the first time someone had helped her without any frills. However, her steps stopped as soon as she reached the hospital lobby. There, right in front of her, stood three figures she desperately wanted to avoid. Damian. Isabella. And their baby boy, in Damian's arms. Elena immediately wanted to turn around, but it was too late. Damian's eyes caught her first. "Elena
Elena opened the door to her apartment carefully. It was quite late, and she didn't want to wake the children who were already asleep. Once inside, she saw Tamara sitting on the couch playing with her cell phone."Are you home?" Tamara turned her head and smiled. "How are you, are you okay?"Elena nodded, took off her shoes and put her bag on the table. "I'm fine. Just a little tired."Tamara looked at her with concern. "You should rest more. Don't overexert yourself."Elena only smiled slightly. She knew Tamara was right, but the reality of her life didn't give her much choice."I have good news for you," Tamara said suddenly, her eyes sparkling.Elena looked at her curiously. "What is it?"Tamara thrust out her cell phone, revealing an email. "There's a new partner interested in using Queen Elisabeth's designs. They contacted me this afternoon."Elena was instantly awake. She took the phone from Tamara's hand and read the email carefully.This new partner was not just any company. T
Chapter 88 - Damian's rageThe sound of a car door closing loudly boomed in the hotel's basement parking lot. Damian pushed Isabella into the back seat of their black SUV. His face was red, his eyes blazing wildly."Shut up! Don't open your mouth one word!" he hissed, breath catching.Isabella staggered into the car, her feet dragging on the floor. As soon as the door closed, Damian entered from the other side, sitting next to her, immediately closing the glass partition between them and the driver."I ask you again, ISABELLA-IS THIS TRUE?!"Isabella twisted her body, her face still wet with tears. "Damian... I can explain...""EXPLAIN?!" Damian shouted so loudly that the window shook. "The whole world saw that video! That's your face! Your body! In a hotel bed with a fucking stranger! You... You've ruined my reputation!"Isabella grabbed Damian's arm. "Please, listen to me first. I'm doing this for you... for our company. We need investors, Damian! You know that! They won't give me m
It's been one month since the video scandal took the world by storm. Elena chose to remain silent without clarifying, she worked quietly to organize legal measures, rebuild her image, and most importantly-prepare her final weapon. The day after tomorrow, the custody battle would begin. But today was the day when Elena, the famous designer with a business empire, would no longer remain silent.That morning, the ballroom at one of Manhattan's five-star hotels was packed. Rows of cameras, microphones and journalists from various countries filled the room. Whispers and speculation filled the air.At 10 o'clock, Nathan entered first, standing next to the podium. Shortly after, Elena emerges from behind the curtain. Dressed in an ivory white suit, hair in a neat bun, her face was calm but her eyes were sharp. The whole room immediately fell silent."Thank you for coming to this press conference," Elena said, her voice clear and steady. "Today, I stand not as a designer, not as an entreprene
In the afternoon, Elena, Nathan and the children returned to the apartment. The children had already gone up to their rooms.Nathan closed the door and took off his tie as he took a deep breath."Wife, would you like some hot tea?" he asked as he headed for the kitchen."Sure," Elena replied from the living room. She slipped off her shoes and sat on the sofa. "I think my neck is a little sore..."Before Nathan could make it to the kitchen, the television automatically turned on-a smart feature that instantly brought up the breaking news from the local channel.Breaking news! A shocking scandalous video has been widely circulated for the past hour. It is strongly suspected that the woman in the video is Elena - the famous designer, Queen Elisabeth.^Nathan immediately stopped walking. Elena looked quickly at the screen.The two-minute video showed a naked woman riding the body of a middle-aged man identified as William Hargrave, 55, Elena's former business partner at the German branch.
A modern room on the third floor of a law firm in Midtown Manhattan. The room contained wooden shelves of law books, thick carpeting, and wide windows overlooking the busy city.Damian Lancaster sat at the end of a long glass-topped desk, his suit perfect without a single wrinkle. Beside him, Isabella looked elegant, but the look in her eyes was sharp. Across from them, Jared Matthews-a lawyer specializing in custody and family cases-is staring intently at the file Damian has just handed him."All the documents are there," Damian said, his tone firm. "DNA test results, records of the Elena scandal."Jared flips through the pages, his brow furrowing occasionally. He doesn't speak right away."Add to that the news that just went viral last week," Isabella interrupted, handing over a cell phone with a link to Elena's scandalous past. "That woman has a bad track record. Not fit to be a mother."Damian gave her a quick glance. "That's what I used as evidence of moral judgment. I don't mean
The next day."Hold on, Mom, my hair is still messed up!" said Olivia, the eldest, as she smoothed her bangs in front of the small mirror in the waiting room of the registry office.Elena smiles and fixes the collar of Delya's shirt, who is standing next to her. Nathan sat in the next chair, holding his youngest, Alva, who looked curiously at the uniformed officer."Are you sure we don't need a party or an invitation?" Nathan whispered softly."Sure. This is enough. I just want the day to go smoothly," Elena replied, looking at her children. "The important thing is that we're officially husband and wife."Nathan nodded. "Okay. But after this, we'll celebrate with them, okay? Whatever you want.""How about some ice cream? But Daddy has to buy all the flavors," Delya said, her eyes narrowing playfully.Nathan laughed. "Sure thing, kiddo. Daddy will buy a whole case if necessary."A uniformed officer approached them. "Mrs. Elena and Mr. Nathan Drake Sebastian?""Yes," Elena and Nathan re
Elena opened her eyes, looking at Nathan who was now parking the car slowly in front of her apartment."But, I've given birth to four children, Nathan. You know that."Nathan looked away, still waiting."Do you... still want to have your own biological children as a descendant of the Sebastian family?" she asked softly.Nathan looked at her with a look that was hard to describe: gentle, calm, and respectful."Elena," he said with a sigh. "I never made children a requirement. I fell in love with you, not because of the possibility that you may or may not give birth again.""But..." Elena bit her lip. "What if you regret it one day?"Nathan smiled, then took Elena's hand, holding it tightly."Your four children are enough for me. They're not just a part of you, they'll be a part of my life too. And if they let me, I'll consider them my children too."Elena was silent. Nathan's words came in like a wave sweeping over her last stronghold."I didn't think you could care that much," she whi
Elena's black car drove smoothly through the dark night. Beside her, Nathan sat in silence, occasionally glancing at Elena who seemed to be seriously staring at her cell phone screen."I thought you'd be relieved after Nuno was arrested," Nathan muttered at last.Elena didn't answer immediately. She opened her contact list and selected a name labeled "Only If Desperate"."You know I'm never really relieved before the game is over," she said quietly. "Nuno is just the surface. We haven't touched the mastermind yet."He pressed the call button.The connection was made. A deep, heavy voice greeted from the other side. "Hello, Queen Elena.""I need your help," she said quickly. "Starting tonight, I need you to monitor Isabella Lancaster. Discreetly, not to be suspicious. Where she goes, who she meets, even if she's just shopping report it to me."The detective paused for a moment before replying, "Does that mean I have to watch her 24 hours?""Y, of course. But don't let her get suspic
That afternoon, the air was stale. In the middle of the deserted streets of an abandoned industrial estate, an old metal door was half-hidden behind a grove of bushes. That's where Nuno Gract was hiding - the man who had been a shadow in cyberspace, hacking, manipulating, spreading lies from behind a screen.Elena got out of her black car. Behind her, Nathan followed, his face tense, jaw hardened. Two plainclothes policemen were also standing by, their jackets slightly open, revealing weapons at their waists."This is the place," Nathan whispered, pointing to the door. Elena gave a small nod, her eyes as sharp as daggers. Silently, they approached, footsteps muffled by the dusty ground.One of the policemen signaled a countdown. Three... Two... One.BRUKK!The door was forced open. The sound of metal creaking echoed.The dark room was immediately ambushed by flashlights. Thin smoke billowed - the smell of dampness and burning wires was overwhelming.In the corner, Nuno Grac
That morning, the sky was clear with no clouds.A black car pulled up slowly in front of Alva's school gate. From inside, Sisca - Alva's nanny - got out first, making sure it was safe before opening the door for the little boy."Alva, come on, we're here," Sisca said with a smile.Alva, who was still hugging her little doll, nodded slowly, then went downstairs with cheerful steps.As soon as her little feet touched the ground, several casually dressed bodyguards immediately moved around them. Not flashy, but tight enough to make anyone think twice about approaching.Since the kidnapping case the other day, Elena didn't want to mess around with security anymore. Especially since Alva, her flesh and blood, was now her top priority.Sisca straightened Alva's small bag. "Remember, don't leave the classroom until Auntie comes. If there's anything, go straight to the bodyguard uncle.""Yes..." Alva said with a small nod, then ran towards her friends who were already playing in the school ga