LOGINOrchestral music played softly as Clarine and Damian’s engagement requirements were fulfilled. The big news began to spread among business colleagues and upper-class social circles. Spark Winery’s high-quality champagne and wine were the main sponsors of this engagement party, and the Royal Cassel Hotel witnessed the event.
Clarine stood beside Damian with an elegant smile, looking at the guests with an aura of arrogance. Her hand wrapped around Damian’s arm with an aura of ownership. Meanwhile, Damian stood looking at the high-class guests with a cold and bored gaze, but the man remained calm. The Royal Cassel Hotel ballroom doors opened once again to welcome a guest. Enola walked in gracefully, her lips polished with bright red lipstick and curved confidently. The maroon dress that fit her body perfectly stole the guests’ attention with her arrival. “Tonight, I will take back everything you have, Clarine. You’ve had enough fun at my expense.” Enola’s mind, filled with vengeance and hatred, uttered these words loudly, echoing throughout her entire being. Tonight, she would carry out her first plan to rise again. The guests began to whisper about Enola’s stunning arrival, and the orchestra music stopped momentarily, giving the host a chance to start the event. Enola greeted several high-class guests who knew her because of her parents. She deliberately made herself a minor distraction to show that her status tonight could not be ignored. Enola’s grey eyes kept watching Damian, and she knew that Damian had started to notice her between his bored glances at Clarine. “Let’s welcome the future couple, Clarine Reginald and young master Damian Cassel.” The host’s greeting drew applause and cheers from the guests for the couple. Clarine and Damian stepped forward, increasing the guests’ cheers and applause. Damian only nodded stiffly, his gaze cold and bored. Even when Clarine turned to him, smiling, Damian did not react. Enola noticed the interaction and then stepped onto the dance floor. “What a beautiful sight, but it’s embarrassing that the groom doesn’t look very happy. I don’t think the title of future couple is appropriate for them.” Enola’s voice managed to divert the guests’ attention to her. The atmosphere became silent as the guests suddenly fell quiet. Clarine tensed beside Damian, while Damian stared at Enola with raised eyebrows. Clarine’s face began to pale as Enola successfully stole the guests’ attention from her. Meanwhile, Enola’s gaze was locked on Damian. “Enola, what are you doing here? This party is not for you.” Clarine held back her emotions, and her smile looked stiff. “No, but it seems this party isn’t for him either, “ Enola said. Still, her gaze ignored Clarine, focusing only on Damian. Damian’s lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze intensifying as he looked at Enola. The woman’s words had managed to stir his feelings. “Damian, don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous because—“ “Jealous? You think I want to stand next to a man who doesn’t want you? You’re really blind, Clarine. Everyone can see it; he doesn’t want you.” Enola cut Clarine off sharply as she took a step forward. The guests began to whisper. As time passed, the whispers grew louder. Clarine felt panic rising again, her face turning red. “Enola, you shouldn’t be here. You have no place at this party.” Clarine was still trying to salvage what little pride she had left. However, Enola came to the engagement party with a well-thought-out plan. Enola smiled with an unmistakable aura of mockery. “Really? But from what I see, young master Damian Cassel is more suited to stand with me.” Enola’s provocation succeeded in provoking Clarine’s emotions. “Enola, how dare you—“ “Enough, Clarine.” Damian removed Clarine’s hand from his arm. It Clarine stared at Damian with wide eyes, wanting to say something, but her father’s hand prevented her and instead dragged her back. “Dad, don’t let that crazy woman take my fiancé; Damian must be mine.” Clarine’s eyes began to fill with tears, and she was about to burst into tears. Her father seemed deaf and just continued to drag her away from the crowd. “What’s going on? Did the engagement fail? How embarrassing?” Clarine heard the guests whisper, which only added to her sadness. That night, she became the laughing stock of the crowd. The guests’ attention turned completely to Damian and Enola. Damian stopped before Enola and leaned down slightly so only Enola could hear him. “You’re completely crazy, but I like your courage.” Damian’s praise was accompanied by a flash of emotion that instinctively emanated from within him due to Enola’s provocation. Enola bowed her head slightly to show her respect to Damian. Her lips curved into a victorious smile. “Didn’t I tell you that I would prove my words? Let everyone see that you deserve to be by my side.” Enola’s confidence touched Damian, but on the other hand, he had to bear the risk of Enola’s performance tonight. “You really are a dangerous woman. Do you know the consequences of your words?” “You know, that’s my goal.” Enola smiled triumphantly. Damian asked Enola to dance, immersing the guests in a new atmosphere. The orchestra, which had stopped playing, was quite surprised by the couple’s actions and immediately played a melody to accompany Enola and Damian’s dance. They began to dance in the centre of everyone’s attention. Damian’s steps were strong and controlled; his hands clasped around Enola’s waist. Meanwhile, Enola gracefully matched Damian’s steps, and their dance captivated the guests as if they were made for each other.The room was too quiet.Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, soft and warm—too gentle for the storm sitting in Enola’s chest. The air carried the faint scent of summer, a sharp contrast to the tension that hadn’t left her since last night.The paper lay on the table.Neat.Untouched.A new copy.Enola stood in front of it, arms hanging loosely by her sides, fingers slightly curled as if they didn’t quite belong to her.Divorce Agreement.Her name was already printed there.Waiting.She reached for the pen.Slowly.Her hand hovered just above the surface.A breath in.Then another.Her fingers tightened around the pen.She lowered it—Stopped.Her hand trembled.Just enough.A flicker of something crossed her face.Not hesitation.Not exactly.Something deeper.Her grip loosened.The pen slipped from her fingers and rolled across the table, stopping just beside the edge.Enola let out a shaky breath.Her chest felt tight again.“Why is this so hard…”The whisper barely filled th
Summer had arrived quietly.The snow was gone, replaced by a soft warmth that lingered in the air and filtered through the wide glass windows of the private hospital suite. Sunlight spilled across the floor in pale gold, touching everything gently—too gently for a room that still carried the scent of antiseptic and something unspoken.Enola stood by the window.Her arms were folded loosely, but her fingers pressed into her sleeves, gripping the fabric just a little too tightly. Outside, the city looked alive again—bright, moving, almost careless.It felt… wrong.Behind her, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor cut through the silence.Damian was awake.Not fully recovered.Not yet.But awake.“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.”His voice was low, rough—still edged with the weight of pain, but steady enough to carry that familiar authority.Enola didn’t turn immedia
The paper tore too easily.A sharp, dry sound—clean, final.Enola didn’t realize she was holding her breath until it broke out of her in a shaky exhale. The torn halves of the document slipped from her fingers and fell onto the table, sliding apart like something that was never meant to stay whole.Divorce.It was supposed to feel like relief.Freedom.An end.But standing there, staring at the ruined paper… all she felt was emptiness.Her chest tightened.Slowly at first.Then all at once.Her knees weakened, and she sank into the chair behind her, one hand bracing against the edge of the table. Her other hand moved instinctively to her chest, fingers pressing lightly as if she could steady the storm rising inside her.“Why…” her voice came out barely a whisper.She swallowed hard.“Why does it feel like I’m losing something…”Her throat closed.“…I never even had?”Silence answered her.Heavy.Unforgiving.Her gaze drifted—unfocused—until it landed on the faint reflection in the gla
The morning came in gray.A thin layer of fog clung to the glass walls of the penthouse, softening the skyline into a blur of steel and shadows. The rain from last night hadn’t fully left—just settled into a quiet drizzle that tapped against the windows like something persistent… something that refused to go away.Inside, everything felt too still.Too quiet.Too cold.Enola stood by the window, wrapped in a long, dark robe. Her fingers rested lightly against the glass, tracing nothing in particular. Below, the city moved like it always did—cars, people, noise—but up here, it felt distant. Detached.Like she was no longer part of it.Behind her, the soft sound of a closet door closing broke the silence.Damian stepped out, already dressed in a charcoal suit. The crisp white of his shirt stood in sharp contrast to the dull morning, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His movements were precise, controlled—too controlled.He didn’t look at her right away.Neither of them spoke.The d
The morning came with a quiet, suffocating gray.Spring should have softened the city by now, but the sky hung low and heavy, clouds pressing down like a weight that refused to lift. A thin drizzle tapped against the tall glass windows of the Cassel Group headquarters, streaking the view into blurred lines of steel and shadow.Inside, everything felt colder.Not because of the weather.But because of what was waiting.Enola stepped out of the car without hesitation.The cold air brushed against her skin, sharp and damp, carrying the faint scent of rain and concrete. She didn’t flinch.Her heels clicked against the polished stone floor as she entered the building.Each step steady.Measured.Controlled.Behind her, Luna followed in silence, her gaze scanning everything.“Boardroom’s already full,” Luna murmured quietly.Enola nodded once.“I expected that.”The elevator ride felt longer than usual.Not because of distance.But because of the tension coiling in her chest.It wasn’t pani
The morning air felt wrong.Spring had come too early that year, but the warmth didn’t reach the ground. A thin layer of mist clung to the city streets, blurring glass buildings into pale silhouettes. The sky was overcast—heavy, like it was waiting for something to fall.Inside the car, it was quiet.Too quiet.Enola sat by the window, her fingers loosely wrapped around a paper cup of tea that had long gone cold. She hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. Her gaze was distant, fixed somewhere beyond the passing streets, though she wasn’t really seeing anything.Her chest felt tight again.Not enough to panic.Not yet.Just… a warning.Luna glanced at her from the front seat, her expression sharp, watchful.“You okay?”Enola didn’t answer immediately. She shifted slightly, pressing her palm against her thigh, grounding herself.“I’m fine.”It wasn’t convincing.Before Luna could push further, Enola’s phone vibrated.Once.Then again.And again.A sharp, relentless buzzing that cut through the
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