Masuk“I’m not going to leave you.”But those words were exactly what made Elmy even more afraid.They kept echoing in her head even after Zayne was finally discharged from the hospital. He started going back to his usual routine, though he still had limitations. Gion decided to return home earlier because he was worried about Zayne’s condition.Elmy was still curious. What exactly was Zayne hiding from her? But there was no way for her to find out. The doctor handling his case insisted he was fine. Mr. Tiano, the man entrusted with writing the will, also said Zayne hadn’t explained anything.Everything felt too sudden.Even though Elmy tried to ignore it, she couldn’t completely forget about it. She let out a long sigh as she watched Zayne standing in front of the wardrobe, looking for a tie that matched his shirt.She stepped closer and picked a dark blue tie with thin white stripes. Zayne didn’t complain about her choice. Instead, h
“I don’t want to talk about that right now, Mom.” Elmy wasn’t trying to avoid the topic about her father. Her mind just desperately needed some peace right now.Just for a moment, give her time to calm down after everything that happened today.Elmy let out a long breath and brushed back her slightly damp, messy hair with her fingers, smoothing the strands before looking at Isabella, who stood there with a hopeful expression.“Just go, Mom.” She said it firmly, not caring if it hurt Isabella’s feelings. “I want to be alone right now.”“I know you’re disappointed, maybe even angry at me for hiding this from you. But can’t you at least hear me out for a minute?” Isabella pleaded softly.“No.” Elmy stayed firm with her decision. She walked to the door and opened it.“Your father is still alive,” Isabella suddenly said, even though Elmy never asked. Elmy swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. She acted like she didn’t care, but her ears were listening carefully.“Leave,” she whispe
“Our current suspicion is that your own father-in-law ordered someone to poison your drink.”The officer’s statement made Zayne’s entire body freeze. His large hand gripped the blanket tightly. His chest tightened as something slowly crawled up his throat.“Vincent? How is that possible… I mean… is there any evidence pointing to him?” Zayne asked, his voice strained. Even though he had suspected the man before, he never expected his suspicions to be true.“We don’t have concrete evidence yet. So far, we only received this report from someone,” the officer replied, making Zayne furrow his brows.“Someone? Who?”The officer scratched the back of his neck, clearly reluctant to answer. Zayne forced himself to sit straighter despite the weakness in his body, doing his best to fight off the dizziness pounding in his head.“Tell me who it was.”For a moment, the officer seemed torn about whether he should answer or not.
“You need to get those documents ready before we tear down the buildings over there,” the man said as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. He clicked his tongue. “If you’re even a day late, don’t expect me to offer the kind of high price you want,” he added.With the hand decorated by a large luxury watch, he lazily waved Michella away, signaling for her to leave his office. “Go. I’m not in the mood to deal with people right now.”“Promise me you’ll give me a high offer if I manage to get all the documents,” Michella said.The man let out a long breath along with the smoke escaping his mouth. “You talk too much. Get out.”“No. Say it first. Say you’ll keep your word,” Michella insisted. “Say it, Rony.”“Bro! Drag this crazy woman out of the room already… my ears hurt from talking to her,” Rony shouted, ignoring Michella, who was pouting in annoyance.“I’m not leaving.”Rony raised an eyebrow. “Oh, feel free to stay. My men will drag you out eventually,” he said casually before gett
Elmy’s hands trembled. Her heart pounded so fast it hurt. Her mind went blank, yet at the same time it was flooded with endless terrible possibilities.Dean touched her shoulder. “Miss, are you alright?”The phone slipped from Elmy’s hand and hit the floor. Isabella’s voice could still be heard from the call, calling out to her, but Elmy completely ignored it. Her thoughts were in chaos after the truth she had just discovered.So whose birth date was that?Which daughter was Isabella talking about in that photo?The questions haunted her, spinning endlessly in her head until she felt dizzy. Elmy grabbed onto Dean’s arm for support.“Elmy! Listen to me first,” Isabella said over the phone. “I can explain everything. Bring it all home,” she ordered.But Elmy stayed silent. Instead of gathering the files herself, she let Dean help her to a chair.With quick movements, Dean collected all the documents from the safe
“Can you come to the hospital for a bit? There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Zayne said over the phone. His voice was barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. Ever since Elmy left, the pain in his stomach had returned, cold sweat forming on his forehead.His hand pressed against his throbbing abdomen.“Are you alright, Mr. Zayne? You sound like you’re in pain,” Mr. Tiano said.“I’m fine,” Zayne replied softly. “Just come as soon as you can,” he added in a low voice. His breathing grew uneven. His stomach felt like it was being twisted from the inside—rough, brutal, without pause.He had already pressed the call button. The nurse who had scolded him earlier came in with a doctor, barging in so suddenly that Zayne quickly ended the call.“I’ll hang up now.” His body, which had been sitting upright, dropped back onto the bed. His vision blurred. Slowly, he turned his head toward the doctor who began examining him.“What’s wrong with me, doc?”“The ef
“We can stop this before it’s too late.”Standing in front of the glass wall overlooking the water, Zayne turned toward Elmy, who sat on the sofa staring at her lit phone screen. From where he stood, he could see the faint blush coloring his wife’s cheeks.The reflection from her phone made the cor
“What were you even thinking, Sunny? Why would you humiliate yourself like that?” Ford asked on the deck.Sunny pulled her fur jacket tighter around herself and stared at the calm stretch of water ahead. Her feelings, however, were anything but calm.Seeing Zayne stand in front of Elmy earlier made
“After we get back from this event, we’ll celebrate Christmas at home, Mom,” Zayne said. He glanced over at Elmy, who was still lying in bed, curled up under the thick blanket after spending the night in his arms.Elmy tried to act normal, but damn it, her cheeks were burning. Not because they slep
The cold air pierced his skin like needles of ice. Still, it didn’t make Zayne change his mind about standing at the deck, a cigarette between his fingers. His head was still pounding, and the subtle sway of the ship occasionally made him lose his balance. But compared to that, the chaos inside his







