LOGINElmy rushed down from the second floor and wrapped her arms around Isabella, who was trembling in fear. Beneath her composed exterior, Elmy knew her mother was just as terrified of Vincent’s uncontrollable rage.“Dad, that’s enough!” Elmy said firmly. The fear inside her vanished, replaced by a single thought—get these two out, now. For a brief moment, she glanced at Michella, who was looking away, clearly unwilling to get involved.“What are you even doing here? Isn’t it enough that you already have that stepdaughter with you?” Elmy emphasized each word.Vincent clenched his fists across the room. His teeth ground together, his face flushed red, and the faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air. He was drunk—completely consumed by his emotions.“What the hell is your husband doing? He stole Mr. Huang from me.” Vincent took a step forward, and Elmy instinctively stepped back, shielding Isabella. “Do you even know? I was supposed to be the one wor
“Zayne…” Elmy’s voice sounded calm—for someone who had just seen her husband holding another woman’s child.Zayne turned around, still carrying the baby in his arms. “You’re here already?”“Yeah. I came because I saw you playing with the baby,” she said.Her husband smiled brightly. There was a clear sparkle in his eyes as he gently waved the baby’s hand toward Elmy. “Say hi to Auntie Elmy…” Zayne said softly, moving the baby’s tiny hand as if the child was greeting her.The smile on Elmy’s lips was forced. She knew that if she didn’t, her feelings would be far too obvious to Zayne. Besides, she didn’t want to ruin his mood.“What’s his name?”Zayne stepped closer. “His name’s Theo, and over there is his mother—”“Jane,” Elmy cut in quickly. “Dennis said she’s your new manager.”Her gaze shifted toward Jane, who was still standing a short distance away. The woman gave a gentle nod, her movements graceful and soft. There was something feminine and maternal about her. And what struck El
“Surprised, huh?” Elmy asked, right in front of Michella’s flushed face. A faint smile curved on her lips—subtle, but enough to make the woman in front of her take a step back. “Or are you starting to get scared?”“W-who’s scared?” Michella shot back. She forced a wide smile—one that looked flat, even awkward. “What do you even know about me? Stop making things up.”Elmy didn’t respond. She simply stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she threw Michella an innocent-looking grin. Michella’s expression darkened before she turned around and walked away without another word.Elmy’s gaze shifted to Vincent, who was now staring back at her from a distance. Their relationship had grown strained since that argument. No apology had ever come from him—not even the slightest effort to visit Isabella.Was he really her father? Elmy wasn’t so sure anymore.“What did you say to her? She looked like she’d seen a ghost,” Zayne asked, suddenly
“Watch your behavior, Michella. I need to get close to Mr. Huang tonight,” Vincent said.Michella rolled her eyes lazily. Honestly, she didn’t care about any of that. If she could choose, she’d rather be at home watching movies or just playing games on her phone. But Vincent dragged her along—because he had no one else.That sharp-tongued middle-aged woman had gone to her daughter’s house, leaving only Michella behind with the staff… and a few attractive bodyguards Michella wouldn’t mind getting close to.“What did I even do? I’ve been standing next to you this whole time like some pet,” Michella snapped.Vincent turned, a playful grin on his face. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “You are my little pet.”Without hesitation, Michella smacked his arm. Vincent just chuckled, then straightened his suit as Mr. Huang—an East Asian man—approached them. They shook hands, and Mr. Huang casually pulled Vincent into a friendly side hug.“It’s been a while since I last saw you, Vincent
“I already know the company is in trouble, Zayne.” Isabella looked up at him. He stood across from her, hands tucked into his pockets. The sting in his scraped knuckles still lingered.“Why didn’t you tell me?” Elmy asked. There was disappointment in her voice, but Isabella didn’t seem to care.Gianna quickly prepared some medicine, while Lyra brought drinks for them.“I only just found out myself, from one of your father’s old acquaintances,” Isabella explained, holding out her hand as Gianna carefully treated the wounds. The purplish bruises were clearly visible against her pale skin. But she didn’t even flinch. Her face remained calm—as if all her emotions had already burned out, leaving behind nothing but a cold emptiness.Could it be… Isabella already knew about Vincent and Michella?Zayne parted his lips, wanting to say something, but when he glanced at Elmy, he held himself back. His wife’s cheek was bruised. Just looking at it made his blood boil. If Vincent weren’t his father
“I want to meet Hiro directly,” Zayne said to Hiro’s secretary who greeted him in the lobby.“Mr. Hiro is currently in a meeting. Would you like to wait for a moment?” the woman asked as she reached into her blazer pocket, pulling out her ringing phone.“One moment, Mr. Zayne. I’ll take this call first.”Zayne waited patiently, glancing around the busy company lobby. He checked his watch briefly before looking back at the woman.“Mr. Hiro said he’s already in his office.”Zayne paused mid-step and turned to the secretary. “No need to escort me. You can get back to work.”The woman smiled brightly, bowed politely, and left.When he reached the top floor, Zayne entered Hiro’s office without knocking. The man flinched in surprise, choking on his own cigarette smoke.“Damn it, knock first!” Hiro snapped.Zayne glanced at the cigarette in Hiro’s hand. The man took a deep drag, only to cough again, thin smoke escaping unevenly from his mouth.“If you can’t handle smoking, don’t force it,” Z
Zayne had no intention of locking the bedroom door. He didn’t care if Gianna caught them in the act. All he wanted was to release all the exhaustion weighing on him and lose himself in the heaven that belonged to his woman. Someone once told him back in college that this world was like hell… and
Sunny clenched her fists, shooting Ford a sharp glare. She was trying to stop him from saying anything to Isabella right now. Hearing his bold words, Sunny knew he was only trying to defend her. He didn’t like seeing her get insulted by Isabella.But this wasn’t the right time to play he
“Where is he right now?” Zayne asked Gion.“You’re not gonna like the answer,” Gion replied with an annoyed look. He let out a long sigh, folding his arms across his chest. “He’s at your house.”Zayne immediately shut the file in front of him and turned to Gion, his brows furrowing. “Which house? Y
“How many times did we even do it last night?” Elmy grumbled as she stretched her body. Every joint felt like it was falling apart. Sore, aching—her waist felt like it might snap. And that wasn’t even the worst part. Between her thighs throbbed painfully; she even winced just trying to pee.







