ANMELDENThe night inside Walton Estate was unusually peaceful, the kind of silence that only existed deep into the night when the rest of the world had already fallen asleep. Outside, the soft wind moved gently through the massive trees surrounding the estate, causing faint rustling sounds beneath the pale glow of the moonlight. The enormous Walton mansion, usually cold and imposing, stood quietly beneath the dark sky while silver light stretched across the empty hallways and polished floors.Most of the servants had already retired for the night. The mansion that was often filled with footsteps during the day had finally become still, leaving behind only calm silence and the distant ticking of the antique clock downstairs.Inside Amara’s room, the atmosphere was warm and dim.Only the small bedside lamp remained open, casting a soft golden glow across the elegant room and the large bed near the windows. The curtains swayed slightly from the faint breeze slipping through the partially opened
Amara continued speaking naturally, her calm tone making it sound as if she was discussing something simple and completely reasonable.“You’ll become the vice president for now,” she said while calmly drinking her water. “I still have other things to handle, so I can’t manage everything in the Musk Company myself.”For a moment, the dining table fell silent.Then the meaning of her words finally sank into Wendel’s head.His eyes widened immediately.“What?!” he almost shouted, looking genuinely horrified as he pointed at himself in disbelief. “Miss, I already have too much on my plate right now!”He leaned back dramatically in his chair before placing a hand over his chest like someone who had just received terrible news.“Do you know how hard I’ve been working lately?” he continued complaining shamelessly. “I barely even sleep anymore!”Brook quietly drank his water while trying not to laugh.Jerald already looked entertained.Wendel, however, was still desperately trying to save him
The old man’s eyes narrowed as his thoughts turned colder and more calculated. He already knew the stories surrounding Amara Musk and the Musk family. Ever since her parents died, the city had quietly labeled her as unstable, a pitiful heiress constantly hidden under Don Victor’s protection. But since none of it had anything to do with the Walton family before, Solomon never paid much attention to those rumors.But now, things were different.No matter how he looked at it, Amara did not seem like someone who belonged beside his grandson.And yet…Zogo had acknowledged her as his wife without the slightest hesitation.That alone unsettled Solomon.Because more than anyone else, he understood his grandson. Zogo was never impulsive. Never emotional. Every decision he made carried weight, strategy, and intention. Which meant if he had chosen to marry Amara Musk, then there was something about her the rest of the city had not yet uncovered.A quiet knock of porcelain broke the silence as th
Amara looked at him before shaking her head slightly. “It’s okay. I can handle them myself.”Brook leaned lightly against the wall while Jerald stayed beside him quietly observing the exchange.Finn cleared his throat before speaking carefully. “Mr. Walton also has an important meeting tomorrow. He might not be able to stay close the entire time.”“That’s fine,” Amara replied calmly.Zogo’s brows furrowed faintly, clearly still dissatisfied with the idea of her going alone. His thoughts briefly shifted to the board of directors meeting tomorrow: political pressure, hidden agendas, and people who would immediately sense weakness if Amara walked in without proper protection or support.Then suddenly, he looked toward Jerald.“From tomorrow onward,” Zogo said calmly, “you’ll stay beside Amara.”Jerald blinked once in slight surprise.“As her bodyguard?”“Yes.” The answer came immediately.Brook looked amused from the side while Wendel raised a brow.Jerald straightened slightly before no
At the Walton Mansion, the atmosphere had already settled into an uneasy calm after the chaos at the cemetery. The large living room, with its towering ceiling, crystal chandelier, and expensive European-style furniture, felt almost too quiet now like the house itself was holding its breath after everything that had happened.Dr. Rafael sat comfortably on one of the plush sofas, his posture relaxed as if he had just finished a routine procedure rather than a battlefield operation. Across from him, Wendel could not stay still. He kept walking around the room like a curious child, eyes wide with open fascination as he examined everything the polished marble floors, the intricate carvings on the furniture, the sheer scale of wealth displayed in every corner.“This place is insane…” Wendel muttered under his breath, lightly tapping the edge of a table as if confirming it was real. “How much money do you even waste living like this, Zogo?”Zogo, standing near the side of the room with a to
Damian remained standing in the center of the room, his brows tightly furrowed as his mind replayed everything that had happened. Something wasn’t right. No matter how much he thought about it, none of it added up.Ever since Amara returned from the countryside, even while Don Victor had still been around, Damian had kept an eye on her every move. He had quietly watched her schedule, the people around her, where she went, and who she spoke to. He made sure nothing escaped his attention.Yet now, as Damian carefully replayed everything in his mind, he realized something that made his expression slowly darken : he could not remember a single moment where Amara and Zogo Walton had ever crossed paths. Not in public. Not in private. Not even a short conversation lasting a few minutes. There had been nothing suspicious, nothing that could connect the two of them. And that was exactly what disturbed him the most. Because a man like Zogo Walton did not involve himself with people without reas
The study of Musk Mansion glowed dimly with firelight, tall shelves casting shadows that seemed to listen more closely than men. Outside, rain lashed against the windows, but within, only the slow tick of a clock and the crackle of the hearth filled the silence.Don Victor sat in his high-backed ch
The dining hall of the Musk estate was filled with warmth and shadow. Crystal chandeliers glowed softly above, like stars trapped in glass. Heavy curtains shut out the city, leaving only firelights and the gleam of polished silver to mark the evening. The smell of lemon oil lingered on the paneled
The stone corridors of the temple were cool and hushed, sunlight filtering through narrow windows and painting long strips of gold across the polished floor. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the sharper fragrance of herbs drying in clay bowls by the walls.Elira sat prop
The study smelled faintly of lemon, the kind of subtle richness Amara had always liked. It was past midnight, and the silence in the estate felt heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside the tall windows.On her desk sat the folder. A slim thing cream cover, no markings but its presenc







