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.
That morning, Elena was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her three daughters. The smell of toast filled the small room. Katty and Delya were already sitting at the dining table, waiting enthusiastically. However, Olivia was still standing by the kitchen door, her face looking glum. "Olivia, why are you so quiet? Come on, have breakfast," Elena said as she put the plate on the table. Olivia bit her lip, then looked down. "Mommy..." her voice was low, almost a whisper. Elena stopped what she was doing and looked at Olivia carefully. "What's wrong, honey?" Olivia took a deep breath, then looked at Elena with teary eyes. "There's a family event tomorrow at school. All my friends are coming with their moms and dads..." Elena immediately understood where this was going. She gently rubbed Olivia's head. "Honey, Mommy can come with you." "But my friends say that Daddy has to be there too..." Olivia squeezed the hem of her shirt. "Mommy... can you ask Daddy to come?"
That night, Elena stood in front of Damian's door. Her hands were shaking, not because of the cold, but because of the chaotic feeling. She knew very well how Damian and Isabella were, but for Olivia's sake, she had to put her pride aside. With a deep breath, Elena knocked on the door. Soon, the sound of steps approached, then the door opened. Damian stood there, dressed in a casual T-shirt and pants, his face looking tired and a little annoyed to see Elena in front of him. "What else?" he asked coldly. Elena swallowed. "I want to talk." Damian sighed harshly. "When it comes to the kids, we're divorced, Elena. I have no obligation whatsoever-" "It's about Olivia," Elena cut in quickly. Damian rolled his eyes, then huffed. "What now?" Elena bit her lip, fighting back the embarrassment that was starting to creep up on her. "There's a family event tomorrow at her school. She wants her father to come." Damian gave a short, sarcastic laugh. "And you expect me to come?" El
Nathan came out of the bathroom with a slightly red face. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward about what had just happened. Elena stood by the table, equally awkward. She avoided Nathan's gaze, fiddling with her own fingers, trying to ease the uneasiness in her chest. Nathan took a deep breath, then finally said, "Sorry." Elena turned her head. "For what?" Nathan rubbed his face. "I got carried away. I shouldn't have..." He trailed off, then looked at Elena. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Elena was silent for a moment before shaking her head softly. "It wasn't just you. I was wrong too, Mr. Nathan. I... I enjoyed your touch too, and that... shouldn't have happened." Nathan felt his chest pounding at Elena's words. He stared at her silently, trying to read the expression on her face. "Elena," Nathan finally stepped forward, unconsciously pulling Elena into his arms. Elena widened her eyes. "Mr. Nathan-" "One thing I want to know," Nathan whispere
Elena looked at the cheerful face of Olivia who was jumping up and down beside her. The school program was over, and the smile on her eldest daughter's face made all the tiredness seem to evaporate. Nathan walked quietly beside them, one hand holding the large teddy bear he had given Olivia. "How about lunch," Nathan said, glancing at Elena, who was still a little awkward after Olivia's statement. Elena smiled and pulled out her cell phone. "I'll call Tamara first. Katty and Delya can't be left for too long." She typed quickly and put the phone to her ear. Soon, Tamara answered. "El, relax, I can take care of them. In fact, Katty was teaching Delya to dance on TikTok just now," Tamara said with a laugh. "Seriously? Geez... well, I'll leave them for a while. I'll be back shortly after eating." "Take it easy," Tamara said in a soft voice. After hanging up, Elena turned to Olivia and Nathan. "Tamara said Katty and Delya are safe. So... let's eat?" Nathan nodded. "I happ
The atmosphere in the café was warm. Elena sat with Nathan and his three daughters, enjoying a lunch full of laughter. Olivia, Katty, and Delya looked so comfortable around Nathan, as if they had earned the affection of a father. However, the warmth suddenly faded when a middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance entered the cafe. Her sharp eyes swept the room until they stopped on Nathan. Her face hardened when she saw her son sitting with Elena and her children.Nathan, recognizing his mother's presence, immediately stood up. "Mom," he greeted in a flat tone.Mrs. Sonia approached, her gaze coldly fixed on Elena and her three daughters. "Nathan, who is that woman?" she asked sternly.Elena felt awkward and quickly stood up, trying to smile politely. "Good afternoon, ma'am. I am Elena, and these are my daughters, Olivia, Katty, and Delya."Mrs. Sonia ignored the introduction and looked back at Nathan. "I need to talk to you, Nathan. Now."Nathan sighed, then turned to Elena. "Sorr
Chapter 89 - Damian Cancels the TrialThe next day.Mr. Charles Lancaster's study was filled with the smell of cigars and old wood. The light from the desk lamp created long shadows on the wall. Damian stood with his back to his parents who sat opposite each other on the sofa, his eyes staring out the large window at the darkening garden. His suit hung loosely on his shoulders, his tie was loose, and his hair was slightly messy."I'm not going to continue the trial for Alva's custody," he said suddenly, his voice calm but firm.Margareth, who had been sipping tea, put down the cup with a loud noise. "What do you mean, Damian?" she asked, her voice rising an octave.Charles gave his son a sharp look. "Are you kidding me? After everything we've prepared-the lawyers, the evidence, the strategy-you suddenly pull out?"Damian slowly turned to face them. His face didn't show the slightest hesitation. "I'm not joking, Dad. I've given it a lot of thought and I realize that Alva is safer with
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