Se connecter"Let go of me, Arthur! You’ve lost your mind!"Claire’s voice shrieked against the narrow walls of the passage. She gasped for air, fear coiling tight in her throat. She tried to yank her arm free, but Arthur only tightened his grip on her wrist, leaving angry red marks stark against her pale skin.Arthur let out a low laugh, a sound that felt dry and foreign. His eyes, usually sharp with aristocratic arrogance, now burned with an unhealthy obsession. He pulled Claire closer, ignoring every struggle from the woman married to his cousin Julian."I’m not crazy, Claire. I’m trying to save you," Arthur said, his tone erratic and unsteady. "Can’t you see how dangerous Julian is? That man is manipulative. He’s using you to ruin my standing in the Blackwood family. Come with me, and I’ll keep you safe from him.""Keep me safe?" Claire stared at him with pure disgust. "You stalk me. You send creepy black roses. And now you corner me in an empty hallway. You’re the dangerous one, Arthur. You’r
"Are you heading home already, Claire?"Mila, Claire’s coworker at the café, greeted her while wiping down the counter. Claire simply nodded briefly as she untied her apron. Her face looked unusually pale, and her hands trembled slightly as she tried to organize her shoulder bag."Yes, Mila. I’m not feeling very well today," Claire answered softly.Mila paused her work and looked at Claire with a furrowed brow. "You’ve looked terrified since this morning. Is it something to do with Julian?"Claire shook her head quickly, forcing a smile that never quite reached her eyes. "No. I’m just exhausted from all the schoolwork piling up. Don't worry about it."In truth, Claire was lying. On her way from the campus library to work that afternoon, she had felt a piercing gaze fixed firmly on her back. Every time she turned around, she saw no one. There were only crowds of students and pedestrians busy with their own lives. She tried to ignore it, telling herself it was just lingering trauma from
"Grandfather, you cannot do this to me! I am the father of your future great-grandchild!"Arthur shouted, his face flushed a deep crimson inside Silas’s soundproof study. His breath came in heavy heaves, and his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Across the magnificent ebony desk, Silas Blackwood remained perfectly still. The old man’s gaze was as cold as ice, unshaken by his grandson’s emotional outburst."It is precisely because you are going to be a father, Arthur," Silas replied, his voice heavy with authority. "You must learn the meaning of responsibility. Your failure on the Blackwood Tech project is proof that you have grown soft. You need discipline."Arthur lunged forward, his palms slamming against the desk surface. "But sending me to a remote area in the far north to oversee the construction of a factory? That is a foreman’s job, Grandfather! Not the work of a director!"Silas leaned back, regarding Arthur with a look of pure disdain. "You will re
"Do you really think Grandfather Silas has forgotten about your failure at the Blackwood Tech project, Arthur?"Natalie slammed her makeup brush down onto her crystal vanity. She stared at her husband’s reflection as he adjusted his suit behind her. Her expression was tight, lines of anxiety visible even beneath her heavy foundation. Ever since the media began hailing Claire and Julian as a power couple, the ground beneath her feet had felt increasingly unstable.Arthur sighed deeply and turned to face his wife. "He is disappointed, but I am working on fixing it. Julian just got lucky. His PR team moved fast to clean up the mess.""Lucky?" Natalie stood up gracefully, but her eyes flashed with anger. "This is not about luck, Arthur. Grandfather Silas is starting to look at Claire as if she is the ideal daughter in law. If we do not act before the grand dinner tonight, our position as primary heirs will be gone. I refuse to watch that bitch take the throne in this house."Arthur steppe
"Are you awake?"Julian’s deep voice greeted Claire just as her eyelids fluttered open. She felt his powerful arm still wrapped protectively around her waist. The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Julian’s face, which appeared far more relaxed than usual. Claire did not answer immediately. She simply blinked, trying to gather her consciousness, which still lingered in the remnants of their intimacy from the night before."What time is it?" Claire whispered, her voice raspy.Julian pulled her closer until her back pressed against his broad chest. "It is still early. You do not need to rush to your lectures today."Claire let out a long breath. Emotionally, she felt incredibly close to him. The intimacy they had shared seemed to tear down the walls that had stood so rigidly between them. Yet, on the other hand, Claire’s logic screamed that she was walking through an ever thickening fog. Intellectually, she felt further than ever from the truth abou
"You cannot keep avoiding me by locking me in like this, Julian."Claire’s voice trembled slightly, yet she forced herself to maintain the most defiant stare she could muster. The man in front of her showed no signs of being intimidated. Instead, Julian stepped forward, forcing Claire to retreat until her waist hit the hard edge of the wooden desk. The spacious room suddenly felt cramped, as if the oxygen between them was being sucked dry by Julian’s dominant presence.Julian placed both hands on either side of Claire’s body, completely pinning her in place. "I am not locking you in. I am simply ensuring you truly pay attention to what I am about to say."Claire gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. "Then say it. Those luxury watches with nonsensical prices, the diplomatic badge, and your ability to erase a digital footprint overnight. Who are you, really? No ordinary man has access to things like that."Julian did not answer immediately. He lowered his head, bring







