INICIAR SESIÓNThe touch of Kyle's arm wrapped tightly around her waist felt suffocating to Ravelle. Every breath he exhaled against the back of her neck no longer gave her the sense of security it once had. Instead, it sent an unsettling tickle down her spine that made her stomach churn. In Ravelle's mind, the video she had seen in the office that afternoon—Kyle's lips hungrily devouring Jessica's—played over and over again with painful clarity."Kyle, let go," Ravelle said, her voice flat and demanding, completely devoid of the affectionate tone she once used. "Release your arms. I can't breathe."Instead of obeying, Kyle tightened his embrace even more. He buried his face deeper into the crook of Ravelle's neck, possessively inhaling her scent."No. I already told you, I don't like it when you ignore me like this, Vel."Ravelle closed her eyes, struggling with all her strength not to drive her elbow into the man's jaw behind her."I said let go, Kyle!"The sudden jerk of Ravelle's body loosened K
Kyle's footsteps sounded heavy as he pushed open the door to the dimly lit master bedroom. The anger that had erupted in the hall downstairs had not completely subsided, but a much greater sense of curiosity and unease pressed against his chest. He saw Ravelle had already changed into a maroon silk pajama set and was brushing her long hair in front of the vanity with calm, steady movements. So calm, as though Kyle's presence there was nothing more than a passing breeze.Kyle let out a long sigh, trying to suppress his wounded ego. He stepped closer, then stopped directly behind Ravelle's chair, staring at her reflection in the large mirror before them."Vel," Kyle called softly, deliberately making his voice as gentle as possible to avoid starting another argument. His hands moved down, attempting to rest on Ravelle's shoulders, but she subtly shifted her body, pretending to reach for a bottle of facial serum at the edge of the vanity.Kyle's hands froze in midair before he slowly low
The crystal chandelier in the mansion's main hall was already shining brightly as Ravelle stepped inside. The large wall clock in the corner of the room had already struck eight o'clock at night. The house felt eerily quiet, yet a wave of tension immediately engulfed her the moment Ravelle saw Kyle sitting upright on the living room sofa, still wearing his work shirt without a tie.Kyle immediately stood up as soon as he heard the front door close. His footsteps sounded heavy and hurried as he approached Ravelle."Where have you been?" Kyle demanded, his voice low, demanding, and filled with the frustration he had been suppressing for hours. "It's already this late, and you're only just getting home. You even turned off your phone on purpose, huh?"Ravelle stopped walking and looked at Kyle with an utterly expressionless gaze. Without any interest, she placed her handbag on the console table near the door."I was just catching up with an old friend," Ravelle replied indifferently, her
Ravelle suddenly pulled herself back. Her breathing became ragged, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she abruptly broke their kiss. She stared at Erlan with eyes suddenly filled with a mixture of shock and deep regret.The hands that had been tightly wrapped around Erlan's neck slowly lowered, clutching the bedsheet nervously."I'm sorry, El... forgive me," Ravelle whispered, her voice trembling violently as she turned her face away, unable to look directly into the pair of eagle-like eyes before her.Erlan remained motionless where he was, his dark eyes fixed on every change in the woman's expression."Why are you apologizing, Vel?""I shouldn't be like this," Ravelle replied, her tone bitter and laden with harsh judgment toward herself. She clenched her fists tightly on the mattress. "If I let my emotions and this situation carry me too far... if I do it now, then I'm no better than that bastard Kyle. I don't want to become a hypocrite who betrays my own values."Upon hearing
The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the gaps in the massive curtains of Erlan's private office, casting long silhouettes across the velvet carpet. The tension lingering after reviewing the stack of Branson Group investment documents still left a heavy atmosphere between them.Bzzzt.Ravelle's phone, lying on the glass table, vibrated softly. A message notification from an unknown number appeared. She picked it up and tapped the screen, and instantly, her fingers froze. It was a photo sent by one of the senior servants at the mansion who was secretly on her side. In the picture, Kyle was sitting on the living room sofa, holding Calysta on his lap while Jessica leaned affectionately against his shoulder. The three of them were smiling so warmly, like the portrait of a perfect and happy family without a single flaw.Right beneath the photo, a text message from Kyle came in.[ Your dirty dress can be replaced with a new one, Ravelle. Don't be childish and leave the house just bec
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 aroma of aglio e olio pasta sprinkled with fresh basil drifted across their table. Erlan slid the white porcelain plate closer to Ravelle, along with a glass of iced lemon tea, her favorite drink. “Eat,” Erlan said, his voice softening as he looked at the exhaustion etched across Ravelle's fac
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







