The café was starting to get crowded. In the corner, Elena sat across from an elegant young woman named Shera, her new partner in an exclusive jewelry design project for the summer launch."If we play on the classic concept but give it a touch of local motifs, I think it will appeal to the European market," Elena said, pointing to a sketch on her laptop.Shera nods. "I like the design lines. Clean, but still has character. And we can play with the color of the natural stone according to the season."They looked serious, immersed in a professional conversation. Until suddenly, the sound of heavy, quick steps could be heard approaching."Elena!"Elena turned her head slowly, and her body immediately stiffened when she saw Damian standing not far from their table. The man looked tired, his face not as neat as usual, but the look in his eyes was full of determination.Shera, who didn't know anything, just stared in confusion.Damian stepped in front of the table, then took a deep breath.
After the meeting with Miss Shera, which went smoothly despite Damian's chaos, Elena chose to sit for a while in a small restaurant not far from the previous cafe. The place was quiet, the music soft, and the aroma of coffee mixed with vanilla soothed her foggy mind.She sat in the corner, staring blankly out the window. Her hand stirred the jasmine tea without really intending to drink it. Her mind still returns to Damian's pleading face-the face she once fell in love with, now inviting only disgust and anger."Even if he kneels in front of the whole world," Elena thought sharply, "I won't forgive that bastard. Everything he destroyed... can't be rebuilt with a ring and a sweet promise."She took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the tightness in her chest. One thing was for sure, her life was much better without Damian. And today was just a small reminder of how far he had come."Excuse me... Elena Whitmore?"A warm baritone voice jolted her thoughts. Elena turned quickly, and her
The rain was still falling when a man in a dark gray suit got out of his black car. Nathan walked into the restaurant where he had promised to pick up his mother, Mrs. Sonia, who was meeting an old acquaintance. He'd just finished a board meeting at his company, but his mind wasn't entirely there-for some reason, lately his thoughts had been lingering on one name: Elena Whitmore. As soon as the restaurant door opened, Nathan caught sight of a familiar figure sitting by the window. Not his mother. It was Selena. With a man, the woman was laughing softly, their shoulders almost touching. Her hand clutched the cup, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.Nathan's brow furrowed. His heart raced-not out of blind jealousy, but because something inside him refused to take the sight for granted."She said Selena said she had a project this morning," Nathan murmured quietly."Nathan?"A soft, graceful voice interrupted his reverie. Mrs. Sonia approached him with a tired but gracef
"Elena, I-" Nathan's voice was almost drowned out by the noisy conversation inside the restaurant, but his eyes radiated something Elena couldn't ignore.Elena frowned, confused by the man's expression. "What is it, Mr. Nathan?"Without answering, Nathan grabbed Elena's wrist and pulled her gently but firmly out of the restaurant. Elena was slightly taken aback by the sudden action."Nathan, what do you want? I still have to-""Just for a minute," Nathan cut in. "I can't stand to see you sitting with that guy."They stepped out onto the wet sidewalk. Nathan opened his car door and looked at Elena with an unusual look in his eyes. "Get in, please."Elena hesitated for a moment. But finally she got in, letting Nathan close the door and sit on the driver's side. They were silent for a few seconds. The rain pounded on the windshield in a quiet rhythm."Elena," Nathan finally spoke up, still staring straight ahead. "Who is he?""Who?" Elena asked back, knowing who he meant."That guy at th
Elena was still silent. Her face was flushed, not just from the kiss, but from the follow-up kiss Nathan had just planted on her neck-hot, deep, and surprising."Aahh..." the sigh escaped her lips, making Nathan smile a little. The smile of a man who knew he had touched something that could no longer be denied."Elena," Nathan's voice was husky, almost a whisper. "I've put a love token around your neck. You are mine, Elena."Elena turned her head quickly, her eyes widening slightly. "Nathan...""You don't have to answer now," Nathan said softly. "But don't tell me you don't feel it."Elena's body began to overheat. Her heart was beating so fast, her mind was in turmoil. Half of her wanted to kiss back, to touch Nathan's face, to let her lips trace his neck.But Elena just bit her lip, trying to hold back.She raised her right hand to touch the lapel of Nathan's suit, then lowered it again. She turned quickly toward the window. "I have to go inside. Bara is still waiting for me.""Elen
The sky was darkening as the clock struck seven in the evening. The city lights came on slowly, and the cool night air crept in through the window gaps. Elena had just finished feeding Alva, while Delya was busy with a toy on the floor. The bell rang. Elena frowned, not expecting visitors at this time of night. She walked quickly to the door and opened it. The figure of Nathan stood there, neat, dashing in a dark suit that framed his body perfectly."Hi," Nathan greeted, with that signature smile that somehow always managed to make Elena's heart beat faster."Nathan?" Elena was a little startled. "What's wrong, you didn't say you were coming?"Nathan lifted a small box from behind his body-a bunch of lilies and white roses. "I wanted to take you to dinner," he said, hopefully. "I've already booked the place. Would you like to?"Elena reflexively turned her head inside the house, towards the children playing. "I can't. I can't just leave the kids.""You go, Elena, let me take care of
"Nathan, didn't you come home earlier?" Elena asked softly, still in the man's arms. Her voice was barely audible, tucked between the beating of a heart that was beating too fast.Nathan sighed, slowly released his embrace and looked at Elena softly. "Yeah. But you left your phone in my car," he said, indicating the cell phone Elena had left on the passenger seat. "And somehow I don't feel right."Elena gave a small nod, then reached for her phone with trembling hands. "Thank you."They looked at each other. An instant felt like a long time. Time froze.Nathan sat beside her, still keeping his distance. But there was something in the air that was getting thicker-tension, unbearable emotion, and feelings they had been keeping quiet."Elena..." Nathan called in a low voice, almost a whisper. "You know what? I can't stop thinking about you."Elena turned her head slowly. That look - sharp yet gentle, longing yet restrained. In that instant, all the defenses she had built up crumbled bit
Isabella threw her sunglasses onto the floor of the room, causing the glass to shatter. Her breathing was ragged, her face red with anger that had yet to subside."How dare Damian slap me! In front of that bitch too!" she muttered through clenched teeth.She walked back and forth in the room, ruffling her half-done hair. Shame, anger, and hurt all mixed together in her chest. Damian's voice came back to her, defending her... but not for her. For Elena."He prefers that woman... just because Elena gave birth to the Lancaster heir?"Isabella held back the tears that were about to fall, then suddenly her eyes caught the screen of her cell phone on the table. She picked it up quickly, opened the contacts, then pressed a name she hadn't called in a long time.The call connected."Yes?" the heavy voice on the other end answers."I have a job for you," Isabella said quickly, coldly."How much?" the man asked, matter-of-factly."I want you to kidnap a little boy. His name is Alva. He's about
Elena looked into her husband's shaded eyes. The question struck the recesses of her heart subtly, yet deeply. She knew sooner or later Nathan would ask it. And tonight, when everything was quiet and the children were asleep, there was no better time to be honest."I'm not going," Elena replied firmly, her voice soft but sure.Nathan frowned, curious. "Are you sure? I know there are parts of your life left behind in that city. Companies, connections, and maybe old friends."Elena shook her head slowly. "Those things I can take care of from here. I've assembled a team I can trust. It's a different world now, husband. I can lead my company from a computer screen, through video conferencing, through weekly reports sent directly to me. I don't have to be there physically."Nathan held Elena's hand, his eyes looking deep, searching for unspoken honesty. "Then... why did you choose to stay here? I know you could have left at any time."Elena gave a small smile. "Because I already have a rea
A week had passed. The sound of metal doors opening and closing echoed through the hallways of Rikers Island Women's Prison. Damian's steps sounded steady along the gray tiled floor. His hand held a large brown envelope that he had not let go of since the beginning.Isabella sat behind a thick glass partition, wearing an orange prison jumpsuit that made her face look even paler than usual. Her once perfectly coiffed hair now looked messy, her face tired, but her eyes still lit up with emotion when she saw Damian coming."Damian," she said quickly, standing up from the bench and approaching the glass. "Oh God, you're finally here."Damian sat up slowly without returning her smile. His eyes were sharp, his jaw hardened."I didn't come to defend you, Isabella," he said calmly but coldly.Isabella immediately panicked. "Wait, what do you mean? Damian, you know I was set up. I just... I just wanted to warn you about Elena. I didn't know the video would get out.""Don't lie anymore," Damian
Silence filled the room, with only the soft hum of breathing and the quiet ticking of the wall clock. The dim lights created a warm, dimly lit atmosphere, as if enveloping them in a paused embrace of time.Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly inclined, one hand gently touching Elena's back. The touch was unhurried, like someone reading poetry directly from the skin of a lover."Elena," Nathan murmured softly."Hm?" she replied softly, her eyes not daring to look directly at him."Thank you... for letting me be your husband tonight. "Elena swallowed, then nodded. "I know, I'm not perfect, I've kept my distance for too long, I've held on to all the hurt for too long. But tonight, I am yours completely. ."Nathan nodded slowly, then leaned closer. His lips gently kissed the back of Elena's neck, making her body tense up instantly. There was a subtle tremor that traveled from the back of her neck to the rest of her body.Elena took a deep breath, then slowly shifted, lyin
Dusk had just fallen when Damian stood in front of Elena's apartment door. He raised his hand, wanting to knock, but then hesitated and lowered it again. It took a few seconds before he braced himself, knocking twice.Soon, the door opened. Elena stood on the threshold in a simple white T-shirt and beige trousers. Her hair was in a simple bun, her face devoid of makeup. But the serenity in her eyes radiated a power that made Damian remember why he loved her in the first place. And why would he betray a woman as beautiful as Elena?"Elena..." his voice was hoarse. "I need a moment. Just five minutes, if you please."Elena nodded slowly. "Come in."Damian stepped in nervously, his eyes sweeping around the room."Would you like something to drink?" asked Elena politely, her voice flat but not cold."No need. I just want to talk."They sat down in the living room. Damian rubbed his sweaty palms together. Elena waited without interrupting."I canceled the custody hearing," Damian said fina
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