LOGINWendel: I have been here for weeks, and I still can’t believe it myself. You two were gone too long. So much happened. SO MUCH.Gareth: Explain. Explain RIGHT NOW, Wendel. What does he mean by “to me”?! Since when did they even get close?! We left for three months, and she got MARRIED?!Cristy: Not just close. They live together now.Gareth: …………Treveno: …………Brook: We told you that Miss Amara was a good match for my boss.Gareth: I NEED A GLASS OF WATER. I FEEL FAINT.Treveno: I NEED THE WHOLE STORY. START FROM THE BEGINNING. DID SHE FORCE HIM? DID HE FORCE HER? IS THIS A BUSINESS DEAL?Wendel: If it was a business deal, Young Miss wouldn’t be smiling while looking at her phone right now.Gareth: SHE’S SMILING??? OUR YOUNG MISS???Jerald: are you guys her father.Treveno: Wendel, describe her face. Is she smiling the “I just won a war” smile or the… you know… the other smile?Wendel: …The other one.Gareth: NO.Treveno: NO WAY.Cristy: Way.Finn: She’s been smiling more lately with
Then suddenly, another message popped up in the group chat.“And why is Zogo Walton inside this chat?”The whole group fell into a strange silence again. Even Treveno stopped typing mid-sentence.Unlike the others, Gareth and Treveno had been overseas for a long time, handling the company’s expansion projects. They had no clue about anything that had happened recently back home.Wendel typed slowly in response:“…A lot has happened.”Finally, Cristy sent a short, straightforward reply, “Young Miss got married.”Three seconds later…Gareth replied instantly, “What?”Treveno sent his message right after“To whom?”This time, no one answered immediately.Amara lay beside Zogo, quietly staring at the screen in her hand. She had never told any of her subordinates about this matter; she’d kept it a complete secret. Now that they knew, she knew they would definitely pester her with endless questions later.Yet, a faint, almost unnoticeable smile tugged at the corner of her lips.Next to her, Z
“So from now on, we’ll need to sleep in the same room.”Amara looked at Zogo again after hearing those words, her thoughts pausing slightly as she quietly processed what he meant. This time, her gaze remained on him longer than before. Her expression stayed calm as always, unreadable and composed, yet internally, she could not deny that the situation still felt unfamiliar to her.They were married now. This was Zogo’s mansion, his room, his space. And no matter how unfamiliar the situation still felt to her, Amara could not deny that what he said was reasonable. By every right, a husband and wife sharing the same room was completely normal. Even if part of her still needed time to adjust to it,she knew there was no reason for her to argue against it anymore.In the end, Amara quietly lay back down without arguing further. Exhaustion from everything that had happened earlier slowly returned to her body, making her eyelids feel heavy again as she pulled the blanket slightly higher aroun
The 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
After their quiet exchange outside the hospital room, silence fell between Zogo and Amara. It wasn’t the cold, awkward kind…...it was the heavy, unspoken kind. Both of them stood there, side by side, as if their words were too fragile to voice.Cristy appeared first, her phone in hand, scanning the
Zogo hadn’t said a word since they entered, but his eyes never left her, watching the way she dismantled the head doctor’s confidence with nothing more than precision and truth.The room fell into a tense silence, the steady beeping of the monitors the only sound.Finally, Amara looked down at the
Amara’s Wing – At NightThe city stretched out under her like something alive, its streets lit like veins by endless streams of headlights. Glass towers caught and scattered neon lights like broken shards. From Amara Musk’s tall windows, she could see everything the crowded crossroads, the flashing
The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle by the time Jerald returned to the café.But Cristy was gone.He stepped through the narrow black door, glancing around the dim, cozy interior. The soft jazz still played, the scent of roasted beans and something faintly floral hung in the air but the booth wa







