LOGINThe summer sun was already high when three black vehicles rolled down a narrow road on the outskirts of the city.The farther they drove, the fewer buildings remained.Concrete turned into dirt.Traffic disappeared.Silence took over.Ronald Hayes sat in the lead vehicle, studying the file in his hand for what felt like the hundredth time.Across from him, Damian stared out the window.Neither man spoke.After twenty years of lies, dead ends, missing witnesses, and buried evidence, they were finally approaching the name that had haunted every investigation.Leonard Voss.The lawyer who had vanished after Isabella Moreau's death.The lawyer who should have disappeared forever.Yet somehow had survived."We're here."Ronald's voice broke the silence.The convoy stopped in front of a small house hidden behind rows of old trees.The place looked ordinary.Too ordinary.Certainly not the home of a man who once handled the legal affairs of two of the most powerful families in the country.D
The summer morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP recovery suite at Moreau Medical Center.For the first time in days, the room no longer felt like a place caught between life and death.The machines still hummed quietly.The scent of antiseptic still lingered in the air.But Enola was awake.That alone changed everything.Outside, the city moved as usual beneath a bright blue sky, unaware of how close she had come to never seeing another sunrise.Enola shifted slightly against her pillow and immediately regretted it.Pain spread across her back and ribs.A faint hiss escaped her lips."Don't."Damian's voice came from beside her.She turned her head.He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, sleeves rolled up, looking far more exhausted than any billionaire CEO should.His dark hair was messy.His jaw was covered with a light shadow of stubble.Dark circles sat beneath his eyes.He looked terrible.And strangely...It made her smile.Damian noticed
The summer morning arrived quietly.Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP recovery suite at Moreau Medical Center, painting soft golden patterns across the room.For the first time in days, the atmosphere no longer felt suffocating.The steady rhythm of medical monitors still echoed inside the room, but the fear that had lingered over everyone since Enola's shooting had finally begun to loosen its grip.Outside, the city was already awake.Inside, everything felt slower.Calmer.Damian sat beside Enola's bed, carefully cutting pieces of apple into smaller slices.His sleeves were rolled to his elbows.His tie was gone.His hair was slightly messy.A rare sight.If Ethan were here, he would probably faint from shock.The infamous Damian Cassel was preparing fruit for someone.Enola watched him quietly from her hospital bed.The sight felt strangely unreal.A few months ago, she would have never imagined this version of Damian.The man who once treated marria
The summer night was warm despite the late hour.A faint breeze drifted through the open windows of Cassel Mansion, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the gardens outside.Damian sat alone in his study.The room was dim except for the desk lamp illuminating the documents spread before him.He wasn't reading any of them.For the first time in days, his thoughts weren't occupied by shareholders, board meetings, Victor, or the investigation into Isabella's death.They were occupied by a woman lying unconscious in a hospital bed.A knock came from the door.Without waiting for permission, Adrian stepped inside.Neither of them bothered with greetings.Neither of them had ever been good at pretending to be brothers.Adrian dropped into the chair across from Damian and crossed one leg over the other."What do you want, brother?"Damian said nothing.Instead, he reached for a document folder and slid it across the desk.Adrian frowned slightly before opening it.The moment his eyes
The rain had started sometime after midnight.Not a storm.Just a quiet summer rain that painted silver lines across the tall windows of Moreau Group hospital.The situasion felt strangely silent.Too silent.As if everyone inside was waiting for something.Or someone.Damian stood outside the ICU observation room with both hands buried in his pockets.His eyes remained fixed on the motionless figure lying on the hospital bed.Enola.Machines blinked softly around her.Steady.Alive.But unconscious.The operation had been successful.The doctors had removed the bullet.Yet she still hadn't opened her eyes.For the first time in years, Damian Cassel understood what helplessness felt like.Not anger.Not rage.Not revenge.Helplessness.He could destroy companies.Buy entire industries.Crush enemies.But none of that could force Enola to wake up.The realization sat inside his chest like a knife.A nurse quietly walked past him.Damian glanced once more at Enola through the glass befo
The summer afternoon was unbearably hot.Heat shimmered above the asphalt outside the city, turning the distant roads into wavering illusions. Even the trees lining the countryside seemed exhausted beneath the relentless sun.Inside the police headquarters, however, the atmosphere was far colder.Ronald Hayes stood near his desk, phone still in his hand.The call with Leonard Voss had ended less than five minutes ago.And it had changed everything.Across from him, Damian sat in silence.Ethan stood nearby while several detectives moved in and out of the room.Ronald rubbed his jaw."Leonard confirmed it."Damian slowly lifted his eyes.Ronald continued."Aldric Moreau is alive."The words landed heavily.Nobody spoke for several seconds."He also confirmed Isabella met him three days before her death."Damian's expression darkened."Did Leonard tell you where Aldric is?""No."Ronald shook his head."He disappeared years ago."A curse nearly escaped Damian.Nearly.But he swallowed i
The rain had not stopped since dawn.Thin streams of water slid down the giant glass windows of the penthouse, blurring the gray skyline outside into something cold and distant. Summer was supposed to feel warm, but tonight the city looked like it had been swallowed by a storm.Enola stood in front
The morning air over the city carried the warmth of early summer, but inside the meeting room of Spark Winery, the atmosphere was cold enough to make every breath feel sharp.Enola sat at the head of the long table in a black fitted dress with her hair tied neatly behind her head. Sunlight slipped
The rain had stopped before dawn, but the city still looked drenched in gray.Water clung to the floor-to-ceiling windows of Spark Winery’s headquarters, turning the skyline beyond into a blur of silver lights and distorted shadows. The weather matched the atmosphere inside the boardroom perfectly.
The morning sun spilled through the windshield in pale gold streaks while the car moved steadily down the mountain road.Enola was asleep.Her head rested against Damian’s shoulder, her hair slightly messy from the wind near the dam earlier. One of her hands still loosely held the sleeve of his bla







