登入Ravelle’s steps felt slightly lighter as she entered Erlan’s private office located on the top floor of a skyscraper in the central business district. The room was very spacious, dominated by obsidian tones and dark wood, with dim lighting that created an atmosphere both intimidating and extremely secure.“Sit down, Vel,” Erlan said as he closed the thick teak door, ensuring the automatic locking system was activated. He removed his flannel shirt, leaving only a tight black T-shirt that clearly outlined his firm physique.Ravelle did not sit immediately. She walked toward the large work desk in the center of the room, where several physical document folders and a laptop with a lit screen had already been prepared by Erlan. “We don’t have much time, El. I need to make sure what legal loopholes we can use to lock down Kyle’s movements tomorrow morning.”“Don’t rush,” Erlan cut in, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. He stood right beside Ravelle, leaning down to look at the sheets
The elevator doors on the ground floor chimed softly. Ravelle stepped out wearing a casual yet elegant outfit, a black handbag hanging from her arm. Her eyes swept across the quiet main hall before settling on Soraya, who was wiping a flower vase near the living room."Soraya," Ravelle called, her voice flat and cold, devoid of any emotion.Soraya flinched slightly and quickly put down her cleaning cloth before bowing respectfully. "Yes, Madam? Is there anything I can help you with? Would you like something for lunch?""Where are Sir and Jessica?" Ravelle asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the housekeeper's every movement."Mr. Kyle and Miss Jessica left for the office again about thirty minutes ago, Madam," Soraya replied in a voice deliberately softened with false obedience. "Sir said there was an urgent matter that needed to be handled after being delayed this morning."Ravelle merely nodded once. "All right."Without wasting any time or saying another word, Ravelle
Kyle slammed the master bedroom door shut a little too harshly. His footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way toward the private study on the ground floor. His mind was still occupied by Ravelle's cold rejection, which felt like a slap to his ego.Inside the study, Jessica was still waiting. She was sitting on the sofa while reviewing several documents on her tablet. The moment she saw Kyle walk in with a gloomy expression and a clenched jaw, Jessica immediately set her device aside."What's wrong with you now?" Jessica asked, her voice softening as she stood and walked toward Kyle. "Why do you look so upset, Darling?"Kyle did not answer right away. He let out a long, frustrated sigh before dropping heavily into the executive chair behind his desk."Ravelle," he replied shortly, his voice filled with restrained irritation."What happened with the Madam?" Jessica asked again, the corner of her lips lifting slightly as if provoking a reaction from Kyle."She rejected me
Kyle’s footsteps sounded uneven as he entered the master bedroom, the faint scent of another woman’s perfume still lingering on the collar of his shirt. Ravelle was lying on the bed, her back facing the door. Her fingers were busy massaging her temples in a slow rhythm, a sign that a severe migraine was attacking her.Kyle approached, sitting on the edge of the bed, then stared at his wife’s back with a furrowed brow. “Honey,” Kyle called in a tone he tried to make gentle, though it sounded slightly awkward. “Why have you been so harsh to Calysta?”Ravelle did not move, her breathing remained steady even though her eyes were wide open, staring at the wall in front of her.“Weren’t we agreed from the start that we would treat Calysta as our child?” Kyle asked again, his tone starting to rise with a lecturing edge. “Our own biological child. And back then, you loved her so much, Vel. Why just because of a trivial matter like ice cream, did you punish her like that? That’s excessive.”Ra
Kyle stared at the marble floor where the leather whip lay, the remnants of anger still trembling inside his chest. He let out a rough breath before lowering his gaze and finding Calysta still sobbing in Jessica’s arms. The atmosphere in the hall felt unbearably suffocating with the tension that had only just subsided.“Soraya,” Kyle called, his voice heavy and tired. “Take Calysta to her room right now. Make sure she calms down and give her something to drink.”“Yes, Sir,” Soraya replied promptly. The elderly woman immediately stepped forward, taking Calysta from Jessica’s embrace before guiding the trembling child toward the staircase leading to the children's corridor upstairs.After making sure the corridor was empty and the other servants had dispersed to the back area, Kyle turned to Jessica. His secretary’s face was still filled with deep concern, an expression that always managed to stir a protective instinct within him.“Come with me, Jess,” Kyle whispered, gently but firmly
Ravelle's hand was already raised high in the air, gripping the handle of the cold black leather whip tightly. In the corner beside the marble pillar, Calysta grew more hysterical, curling her small body into herself as she continued crying with her eyes tightly shut. The braided strands at the end of the whip were ready to be swung down, slicing through the tense silence of the hall.Bang!The mansion's double doors were slammed open violently from the outside, creating a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the room."Ravelle, stop!!" Kyle roared, his voice booming as his breathing came in uneven gasps while he strode into the hall with a face flushed red with anger.Behind him, Jessica ran at full speed, completely ignoring her disheveled appearance as a secretary. "Calysta! My child!" Jessica screamed inwardly, but in front of everyone, she quickly suppressed her cry into overwhelming panic.Jessica rushed past Kyle, immediately dropping to her knees on the floor and pulling Ca
Ravelle’s footsteps sounded heavy as she entered the main hall of the mansion. Her head was still throbbing; the remnants of past memories from the cafe earlier left a suffocating tightness that had not completely faded. She only wanted to go up to her room immediately and lock herself in.However,
The double glass doors of the CEO's office at Stevens Corporation had just closed tightly after the board of directors walked out with tense expressions. Kyle let out a long breath and loosened the tie that had felt suffocating since morning. Leaning back against his executive chair, he reached for
"Alright, we'd better head to the office now," Kyle said as he adjusted his wristwatch, trying to shake off the lingering frustration clogging his chest. The man let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the wall clock that kept ticking forward. "The stock market has been open for an hour already, and I
Kyle's footsteps sounded heavy as he led the way out of the examination room corridor in the VIP wing of Manhattan Central Hospital. Behind him, Ravelle walked at a deliberately slower pace, wearing a convincingly exhausted expression."So, it's nothing serious, Doctor?" Kyle asked, stopping in fro







