The International Airport was crowded that afternoon, as usual. People were passing by, welcoming families or rushing to catch flights. However, from among the crowd, a long-haired woman with sunglasses stepped gracefully, accompanied by four children. Behind her glasses, Elena's eyes swept around, breathing in the air she missed so much."Is this where Mommy used to live?" asked Alva, the soon-to-be five-year-old boy, clasping his mother's hand.Elena looked down and smiled, gently touching Alva's head. "Yes, dear. Mommy and your three older sisters used to live here.""Wow, I didn't expect that. I'm going back to this town," exclaimed Olivia, now a teenager, her face looking more and more like Elena.Katty and Delya were busy looking at the big buildings outside the airport. Their faces were enthusiastic."Everything looks different," said Katty."I was only three years old at the time, so I didn't really know the city," Delya continued.Elena just smiled a little. Five years is not
"But I'm still going," Elena said. "Elena..." Nathan let out a long breath. "I know this may sound abrupt. But let me be honest," Nathan said"Just say it, Mr. Nathan.""I love you, Elena."Elena gasped softly. Her gaze darted away, but Nathan didn't let her down. He looked into Elena's face with sincere eyes."Five years I lived with your shadow. Five years I wished you would come back. And now you're in front of my eyes again. I don't want to miss this opportunity."Elena closed her eyes, trying to control her feelings. "Mr. Nathan, I can't return your feelings.""Why not?" Nathan cut in softly. "Is it because of the past? Because of the hurt you got from your ex-husband?"Elena took a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt anyone, including myself. I don't want to open my heart again, Mr. Nathan."Nathan stepped closer, his tone turning softer. "You won't be disappointed if you're with me, Elena. I won't hurt you."Elena looked at Nathan with teary eyes. "You have no idea how hard my
For the past two months, David, the only son of Damian and Isabella, has been hospitalized in the ICU of a renowned Swiss hospital. The five-year-old boy, once born full of hope and luxury, was now battling leukemia."Damian, David has a fever again," Isabella's voice was soft in front of the ICU room. Her hair, which had always been in order, was now pulled into a makeshift bun. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy.Damian stood next to her, wearing a black but rumpled suit. Her eyes had never really closed in the last two months. "I told them not to stop the chemotherapy even though his body is weak," he muttered, more to himself."David is not strong, Damian... his little body is too tired." Isabella hugged her own body, as if protecting her heart that was about to collapse.Damian clenched his fists. "He is the heir to Lancaster. David must be strong."The doctor walked quickly towards them. "Mr. Lancaster, David's condition is deteriorating rapidly. We need to get him into surgery i
Elena stared at the tablet screen once more. David's picture was clearly displayed - an innocent face with a weak smile that broke the hearts of anyone who saw it. There was sadness in her eyes, but also something that could not be ignored: a cold feeling that infiltrated silently from a past that was not yet completely dead."I pity that child," Elena said softly. Her voice was almost drowned out in the sound of her own breathing. "He's not wrong. Not at all."Tamara noticed Elena's changing expression. "You look... confused.""I don't know what to do, Tamara." Elena sat back down, her body leaning weakly. "I loved that man once. Then he ruined it all. Wasted me, abandoned my children, and his family-" her voice choked, "they treated my three daughters like they were nothing. Even when they found out I was pregnant with Alva."Tamara sat down at Elena's side. "But you got through it all, Elena. You stood up, you raised them on your own."Elena looked at her friend with slowly hardeni
Elena never expected the press conference this morning to shake the world so quickly. From the moment she stepped out of the Royal Empress Corporation building, her cell phone had not stopped vibrating. Thousands of messages, calls from the media, and even offers of cooperation from various big companies rained down on her.But what surprised her the most was not that.It was the two handsome, young, and successful men who came to her door for one purpose: to propose."Miss Elena," said George Moreau, CEO of Canada's largest technology company, with a charming smile and an intimidatingly confident demeanor. "I've been following your career for a long time. And after seeing that press conference... I knew I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I'd like to take you out to dinner. Would Miss Elena be willing?"Before Elena could answer, the second man spoke up."As for dinner, I've already made a reservation," interrupted Felix D'Angelo, the young Italian CEO who was known as a playboy but a
Nathan touched Elena's chin, lifting her face slowly. "I love you so much, Elena..." he whispered, his eyes deep and expectant. "Can I kiss you again?"Elena's face flushed, but she turned her head to the side, shying away. "No, Nathan..."Nathan paused. His face tightened, disappointed but appreciative."Why?" he asked quietly.Elena let out a long breath. "I'm not the slut I was five years ago when I asked for your touch in the car." Elena looked down, if she remembered that incident, she felt very embarrassed. Nathan was about to speak up, but the sound of shoes stomping on the floor made them both turn their heads.A man in an elegant navy suit entered the room with steady steps. His face was gaunt, his jaw firm, and his eyes held a deep hurt."Damian," Elena murmured, her body instantly stiffening.Nathan stood in front of Elena reflexively, protecting her.Damian raised a hand. "Elena, where is my son, Alva."His eyes bore into Elena - and for a moment, there was an indescribab
"So, what about Mrs. Sonia? Your mother?" asked Elena quietly, looking at Nathan doubtfully. "Will she approve of us? I know... she has high standards for a woman worthy of being her daughter-in-law."Nathan smiled a little and sat down next to Elena. "You know what? I've always admired Queen Elisabeth's designer work."Elena looked at Nathan with dilated eyes. "Really?"Nathan nodded. "She didn't know you designed for the brand. But when you appeared at the press conference in a black dress of your own design, my mom immediately said, 'This Queen Elisabeth designer seems to understand the taste of noblewomen. Elegant but not pushy. She also said that you deserve to be my wife.'"Elena could hardly believe it. "But will your mother accept my four children?""Yes, my mother accepts your four children, Elena." Nathan grasped Elena's hand tightly. "My mother will never reject you again."Elena was silent. Her heart seemed to be gently soothed. For the first time, she felt accepted."Than
Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn't care. His fingers still clutched David's small cross necklace.Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky.A few minutes passed in silence, until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?"Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?"Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I've heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of Lancaster descent."Damian frowned."Are you going after her?" Isabella continued, her voice low but piercing. "Because she has given birth to an heir. A son, the heir you crave."Damian stared at his wife for a long time, his face unreadable.However, instead of answering, Damian stood up. He wiped his face wet with rain and tears."I have to ge
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