Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon-his personal assistant-stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and stressful. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elina is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious." Nathan let out a long breath. He leaned back in his chair, still digesting this fact. Elena. The woman he had just hired was the one behind the incredible designs he had been admiring. "Interesting," Nathan muttered, tapping his fingers on the table. Samon continued, "As you know, not many people know her true identity. Queen Elisabeth has alwa
The atmosphere in the small apartment was warmer than usual. Nathan, who was known as a cold and rigid man, was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by three little girls who were enthusiastically opening the snacks and toys he had brought. "Uncle Nathan, look, the doll can talk!" exclaimed Delya as she pressed the button on the belly of the little teddy bear she had just gotten. A funny sound came out of the teddy, making the little girl laugh with delight. Nathan smiled slightly, feeling strange about himself. Since when did he feel comfortable around children? Elena, who was standing in the kitchen stirring coffee, observed them with an incredulous look. This scene was completely unexpected. The Nathan she knew was always cold, stern, and never seemed to get along with anyone. But now, he was joking with his children as if they had known each other for a long time. Katty who was sitting next to Nathan suddenly looked at him seriously. "Uncle Nathan," she ca
Inside the luxurious hospital room, Baby David was still lying weakly on his bed. His small body wrapped in a thick blanket, his face pale with an IV tube attached to his tiny hand, a rare disorder that attacked Baby David's blood vessels made his body run a high fever and a red rash appeared on several parts of his skin. The doctor had explained that intensive care had to be taken to prevent serious complications. At the side of the bed, Damian sat with a tense face, his fingers tightly gripping his son's weak hand. He had barely slept all night, watching David anxiously. Every time his son gave a little whimper in his sleep, he immediately panicked, making sure the doctor was on standby. However, in another corner of the room, Isabella sat on the sofa casually, as if she didn't care about her son's condition. She was busy scrolling through her phone screen, her eyes sparkling as she saw the latest post about Queen Elisabeth's latest jewelry collection. "Wow... the designs are a
In the VIP room of the hospital, Baby David was finally allowed to go home after several days of intensive care. Damian held his son carefully, making sure to keep his little body warm under the soft blanket. His face was still full of worry even though the doctor had assured him that David's condition was stable. However, unlike Damian, Isabella looked relaxed. Instead of worrying about her son, she was busy looking at an exclusive jewelry catalog on her phone. "Honey, look at this!" Isabella exclaimed as she thrust the screen into Damian's face. "This pendant is amazing! It's the latest work from Queen Elisabeth. I want this one." Damian frowned. "Isabella, our son just got out of the hospital, and you're thinking about jewelry?" Isabella pouted. "So what, David is better, right? I just wanted a small gift as a celebration. After all, I am the mother of your son, Damian. You wouldn't mind buying me a locket, would you?" Damian snorted, giving Isabella an annoyed look. Howe
Inside their luxurious room, Isabella sat in front of the makeup mirror, polishing her face quietly. Occasionally, she glanced at Damian who was sitting on the sofa with an annoyed expression. "What do you mean she refused?" Isabella's voice was shrill when Damian finally told her the bad news. Damian rubbed his face roughly. "The admin said they don't accept private orders. I tried offering any price, but she refused." Isabella snorted loudly, putting down the lipstick in her hand roughly. "No way! I'm sure that Queen Elisabeth is just selling out. Doesn't she know who I am? I'm your wife, Damian! They should be honored if I wear their jewelry." Damian gave her a sharp look. "You think your status can buy you anything? Queen Elisabeth has her own rules, and she doesn't care who you are!" Isabella rose from her chair, approaching Damian with a face full of anger. "Then you're going to let her reject us just like that? Are you my husband or not? You should be able to get what
Nathan sat in his chair, one hand resting on his chin while his gaze was glued to the computer screen. However, his mind wasn't there. Repeatedly, he tried to focus on the financial report in front of him, but the scene kept replaying in his head. That kiss. It was brief, unexpected, but somehow left such a deep impression. Nathan let out a long sigh, trying to push his thoughts away, but it was as if something was tying him there. Damn it, why was he still thinking about it? It was just an accident. But still... Nathan got up from his chair, walked over to his office window, staring out at the cityscape with an expression that was hard to interpret. He couldn't be like this. Elena was just his employee. Nothing more. Nothing more... right? Meanwhile, in the design room, Elena was busy with some documents in her hands. She still felt her face burning whenever she remembered what happened in Nathan's room earlier. "Am I crazy?" she muttered under her breath. She sho
Isabella sat on the sofa of her luxurious home, a look of irritation on her face. In her hand, the cell phone she had just used to contact Tamara was still vibrating softly. She typed a message angrily. Tamara: [I'm sorry, Miss Isabella. Miss Queen Elisabeth cannot take your order because her schedule is very tight. She currently has many other projects to attend to].Isabella's eyes rounded, then without thinking, she immediately replied. Isabella: [What do you mean? I paid three times as much! Are you refusing that much money?!]There was no instant reply from Tamara, making Isabella's blood boil even more. Isabella: [Tell that designer to make a design for me! I want special jewelry from Queen Elisabeth!]A few seconds later, a reply finally came through. Tamara: [I'm sorry, but this decision is final.]Isabella stared at her phone screen with bated breath. Her anger boiled over, and she violently slammed her phone on the floor. BRAK!Damian, who had just entered the livi
The doctor looked at Elena with a calm expression as he straightened his white coat. "There is no serious problem, Miss Elena. You're just tired. Make sure to rest more and don't overexert yourself." Elena breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Doctor." Nathan, standing by the hospital bed, folded his arms across his chest. "Exhausted, huh?" his voice was flat, but the look in his eyes was full of reprimand. Elena glanced at the man briefly and then looked away. "I'm fine." The doctor smiled slightly. "Stay careful, Miss Elena. You're pregnant, so don't take fatigue lightly." After getting the all-clear, Nathan drove Elena straight to her apartment. Although his mouth didn't say much, his gaze and demeanor clearly showed that he was still annoyed with Elena for being so careless in taking care of her health. When they arrived at the apartment, the door was immediately opened by Olivia and Katty. Both of them looked happy when they saw Nathan standing next to their Mommy.
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