MasukThe Moreau Mansion had always looked different from Cassel properties.Less intimidating.Warmer.Alive.Strings of golden lights hung across the backyard garden, weaving through old trees that had probably stood there longer than most of the guests attending tonight's engagement celebration.Soft music drifted through the evening air.Laughter followed.Champagne glasses clinked.For once, the atmosphere wasn't filled with board meetings, corporate warfare, or blood hidden beneath expensive suits.At least on the surface.Enola stepped out of the car first.A black dress hugged her figure elegantly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder.Almost immediately, several guests recognized her.Whispers spread."The Winery Queen.""That's Enola Spark.""The woman who rebuilt Spark Winery.""The youngest businesswoman to achieve that level of growth..."Enola had gotten used to it.Or maybe she had simply learned how to ignore it.Damian came around the car and instantly placed a hand on h
The first thing that bothered Enola was how quiet everything had become.Too quiet.She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her office at Spark Winery, one hand wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone cold.Outside, the vineyard stretched beneath the morning sunlight.Inside, everything was moving exactly according to plan.And that was the problem.Enola had spent too many years fighting people like Reginald, Victor, and Clarine.People like them never accepted defeat gracefully.They never retreated without leaving a trap behind.Yet for the last two days, things had been unusually smooth.Too smooth.A knock interrupted her thoughts.Hayle entered carrying a folder."The legal department just confirmed it."Enola turned."What now?""The project."Hayle placed the folder on her desk."Clarine signed everything."Enola lowered her eyes to the documents.A faint smile appeared.There it was.The bait.And Clarine had swallowed it whole.Hayle didn't smile.If a
Enola spent the entire morning moving from one meeting to another.The accident yesterday had barely slowed her down.The bandage on her forehead remained hidden beneath her neatly styled hair, but the dull ache behind her eyes still lingered every now and then.She ignored it.There were more important things to deal with.Spark Winery had survived too many storms for her to stop now.Especially not when Clarine was waiting for her to make a mistake.By noon, Enola arrived at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city.A private lunch.Three potential partners.Two investors.One distribution company interested in expanding Spark Winery's products into several international markets.Exactly the kind of opportunity Enola had spent years building toward.The lunch went smoothly.Professional.Productive.Strategic.At least until her attention drifted toward the opposite side of the restaurant.And froze.Victor.Her eyes narrowed slightly.Victor sat near the glass wall overloo
The moment Enola stepped into Spark Winery's headquarters, everyone fell silent.Not because she was late.Not because she had just been discharged from the hospital.But because she still had a white bandage across her forehead.The injury hadn't softened her appearance.If anything, it made her look more dangerous.The sound of her heels echoed across the marble floor.Sharp.Steady.Unhurried.Luna walked beside her carrying several files while Hayle followed behind.Employees immediately lowered their heads.Nobody dared stop her.Nobody dared ask questions.Everyone had already heard about the accident.Everyone knew someone had tried to attack Madam Spark.And everyone knew Enola had survived.Again."Madam."Hayle finally spoke as they entered the private elevator."The directors are already inside."Enola nodded."And Clarine?"Hayle's expression tightened."She's been busy."That earned a small smile from Enola.The elevator doors closed."What did she do?"Hayle exhaled."Sh
The black SUV sped through the empty highway.Rain clouds gathered above the city.Inside the car, Neo and Nova had fallen asleep in their child seats after crying themselves exhausted.Luna sat beside them, occasionally checking their condition.Meanwhile, Enola sat in the front passenger seat.Her gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.Silent.Thinking.Clarisse's words still echoed inside her head."I don't want love anymore.""I want security."Enola understood that feeling more than anyone.Because she had once lived her entire life chasing the same thing.Security.A place she could call hers.A position no one could take away.A future she could control.The difference was that Enola had Damian.Clarisse had no one.And people with nothing left to lose were often the most dangerous.Her phone vibrated.Damian.Enola answered immediately."Where are you?"His voice sounded tense."We're heading home.""Any problems?"Enola glanced at the rear-view mirror.For the first time—she
"Madam!"Luna's voice cracked through the phone.Enola shot up from her chair.For a second, her heart seemed to stop beating."What happened?""Neo and Nova aren't in their room."The world went silent.Completely silent.Damian, who had been standing near the window, immediately turned around.His eyes met Enola's.Her face had gone pale."What do you mean they're not there?" Enola asked quietly."I only stepped out for a few minutes to receive a report from Hayle. When I came back, the babysitter said they were gone."The phone nearly slipped from Enola's hand.Damian was already beside her."What happened?"Enola looked up at him."Neo and Nova are missing."For the first time since their marriage, Enola watched the color drain from Damian's face.Not anger.Not coldness.Fear.Real fear.**Twenty minutes later, the entire mansion was in chaos.Guards rushed in and out.Ethan was answering calls nonstop.The babysitter was crying.Luna kept reviewing security footage.Damian stoo
Snow fell slowly in mid-December, like cold ash covering the city. The air was piercing—harsh, sharp, and threatening, just like the Cassel family’s current situation. At Cassel Group headquarters, the morning atmosphere was gloomier than the sky outside.Damian took off his long black coat, his ja
Winter rolled over Spark Valley with a white blanket that grew thicker day by day. The morning fog descended like the breath of a ghost, hanging low over the vineyards that now lay dormant in the frost. The main building of Spark Winery stood tall—more imposing than ever—as if it too had plunged in
Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening.But behind that frozen landscape, the
Winter was at its peak. The city was wrapped in a thick white blanket, covering the truth while reflecting lies. Snow piled up on the roofs of buildings, hung from the edges of windows, and buried the streets in a cold that made breath create long wisps of fog.But last night’s tragedy at the casin







