MasukThe atmosphere inside the private dining room had turned cold long before the food arrived.Clarine sat across from Victor, her untouched glass of wine resting beside her hand. The elegant restaurant around them buzzed with quiet conversations and expensive laughter, but inside the room, neither existed.Victor noticed it immediately.Clarine had barely spoken since she arrived.She wasn't scrolling through her phone.Wasn't touching her food.Wasn't pretending everything was normal.She was staring at him.And Victor knew that look.Trouble."What is it?" he finally asked, setting down his fork.Clarine leaned back in her chair.Her eyes narrowed slightly."What exactly is your relationship with Sofiya?"Victor froze for half a second before exhaling.So that's what this was about.The photo.The one Enola had sent.He should have known.Victor rubbed his temple."Not this again."Clarine's lips curved into a humorless smile."You seem annoyed.""I am annoyed.""Then answer me."Vict
Morning sunlight spilled across the dining room of Enolian Mansion.For once, the house was peaceful.No emergency calls.No board meetings.No lawyers.No threats.Just breakfast.And chaos.The harmless kind.Nova sat proudly in her baby chair while holding a piece of banana in her tiny fist.A second later, she dropped it onto the floor.Plop.Enola closed her eyes."Nova."The little girl immediately grinned.As if she had accomplished something impressive."Food belongs in your mouth."Nova giggled.Neo found that hilarious.The boy slapped his tiny hand against the tray and laughed so hard he nearly dropped his own spoon.Enola sighed dramatically."You two are impossible."Neither child looked remotely guilty.Another piece of banana landed on the floor.This time Neo was the culprit.Enola pointed at him."You too."Neo responded by smiling.A smile dangerously similar to Damian's.That alone felt unfair.Luna, standing nearby with a cup of coffee, couldn't stop laughing."I t
The morning sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Enola's office, but it did little to soften the tension sitting in her chest.A stack of documents lay open across her desk.Invoices.Supplier contracts.Bank transfers.Project reports.Everything connected to Elysian.Everything connected to a company that should not exist where it currently existed.Enola leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temple."What exactly are you hiding?" she murmured.Across from her, Luna sat with a tablet in her hand while several digital files floated on the large monitor mounted on the wall."You've been staring at those records for almost two hours."Enola narrowed her eyes."The numbers don't match."Luna frowned."What do you mean?"Enola tapped one document."This company."She pointed at a name listed under one of the supplier transactions."Aurelius Industrial Holdings."Luna immediately pulled up additional files."The one you found connected to Victor's people?"Enola nodd
The call ended.But the silence that followed felt heavier than the conversation itself.Damian stood motionless beside the floor-to-ceiling window, his phone still in his hand.Across the room, Enola watched him.The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass, but neither of them seemed interested in the view.Gabriel Ford.A name neither of them had heard before tonight.Yet somehow, that man might be holding the first real answer about Isabella Cassel's death.Or murder.The possibility alone was enough to keep Damian awake."You should get some sleep."Enola's voice broke the silence.Damian didn't even look away from the window."I'm not tired."A lie.A terrible one.His shoulders were tense.His jaw locked.The vein at the side of his neck visible beneath the dim light.Enola knew him well enough to recognize what was happening.Damian was afraid.Not of Victor.Not of losing Cassel Group.Not even of whatever enemy had been hiding in the shadows for over twenty years.He
The message stayed on Damian's screen long after the sender disappeared.>Ask Evelyn what happened the night Isabella disappeared.The penthouse was quiet.Too quiet.Enola stood across the room, watching him.Damian rarely looked shaken.Angry?Yes.Cold?Always.Ruthless?Without question.But this...This was different.His eyes remained fixed on the screen as if he was staring at a ghost."Damian."He didn't answer immediately.Enola walked closer."Do you know who sent it?""No."His voice came out lower than usual."And that's what bothers me."Damian locked the phone and tossed it onto the desk.The city lights outside the glass wall stretched endlessly into the darkness, but his thoughts were somewhere far away.Somewhere twenty years in the past.Enola remained silent.She knew him well enough to recognize when words would only make things worse.For several moments neither of them spoke.Then Damian finally broke the silence."I don't remember much about her."Enola looked a
The 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
Damian’s situation.At the hotel.Spring was slowly stirring outside the window of the hotel where Damian was staying. Rain had been falling since dawn, wetting the glass balcony that opened onto the city. Damian had just finished a meeting with Moreau-Europe investors when he returned to his offi
Winter will soon come to an end. However, the snow is still falling heavily and slowly. The wind feels colder even though all this will soon be over. Some people hope that something will end quickly, such as the war that will soon be extinguished.The old airport on the southern outskirts of the ci
Snow had been falling heavily since noon, making the night sky look like a sheet of cracked ash. The city still bore the scars of the cold war between Adrian and Clarisse—and now both of them were at a point of no return.Clarisse moved faster than anyone expected. From her hiding place, she contac
The snow fell heavily that night, covering the entire city sky with a silent but eerie white. Behind the glass window of Adrian’s private office, the city lights glowed dimly like dying stars. Adrian stood with his back to the city, his hand clutching a glass of whiskey as if weighing whether to dr







