LOGINHusband?The word hung in the heavy silence like a thunderclap, sharp and deafening.Edgar and Damian froze in their seats as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Their eyes stretched wide, their jaws went slack, and for a long moment, neither of them could draw a proper breath. They stared first at Zogo Walton, their minds refusing to accept what they had just heard, then whipped their heads around so fast their necks ached, turning their full, disbelieving gaze toward Amara.Zogo Walton… Amara’s husband?How could this be possible? When had it happened? How could such a monumental event have taken place without a single whisper reaching their ears? For years, they had kept close watch over her movements, believing she lived a quiet, isolated life in the countryside, far removed from the high society and business circles of the capital. Meanwhile, Zogo Walton was a man who moved among the highest ranks of power, traveling across continents, building an empire that few could even approac
Zogo noticed every little detail: the faint blush spreading across Amara’s cheeks, the deep red that crept all the way to the tips of her ears, and the way she quickly lowered her head, burying herself behind the documents as if she could hide her fluster between the pages. To anyone else in the room, she might have looked perfectly calm and composed, but not to him. He saw it all clearly, and strangely enough, he found it utterly adorable.A soft, knowing smile touched his eyes, though he wisely chose not to say a word about it. He knew if he teased her now, she would only grow even more embarrassed, and he rather liked seeing this shy, unguarded side of her.Truthfully, Zogo did not fully understand himself either. Ever since the day they first met, something inside him had shifted, and a side of him he never even knew existed had begun to emerge freely and naturally, without any effort or pretense. With everyone else, he remained exactly the man the whole business world knew: cold,
Zogo moved with a natural, effortless authority, his stride long and confident, as if this company, this room, and everything inside it already belonged to him. Behind him followed Brook and Finn, their expressions serious and alert, guarding his steps. Zogo did not stop or pause to greet anyone, nor did he acknowledge the stunned faces of the two older men seated at the table.He walked straight toward the head of the table, right to where Amara sat, and without hesitation, he pulled out the empty chair beside her and sat down right next to her, as if he had every right to be there.Edgar and Damian were frozen in their seats, their eyes wide with confusion, shock, and a sudden, rising fear.They knew Zogo Walton very well. For years, they had tried countless times to approach him, to invite him to events, to meetings, to dinners, hoping to build a connection with one of the most powerful, influential men in the country. But every single time, he had turned them down flat. He had ign
Amara’s smile widened, cold and sharp, cutting through his excuses like a blade. She leaned back in the large CEO’s chair, looking at him as one would look at a child caught stealing candy: amused, disappointed, and entirely in control.“Is that so, Uncle?” she asked, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You told them I was unstable, unfit, and incapable… all because you were worried about my health? You whispered to them that I was too young, too naive, too confused… and you did that out of the goodness of your heart? Tell me… did you also mention to them how you visited every single director’s office one by one, long before this meeting? Did you tell them how you promised them higher positions, bigger shares, and full authority… if only they would stand against hand and me the company over to you?”Damian went completely still. His face drained of all color until he looked like a ghost.Edgar stiffened in his seat, his jaw tightening so hard the muscles stood out. His calm, ruthl
Edgar and Damian exchanged a sharp, knowing glance. Finally, it clicked in their minds that this was exactly why Amara had survived that assassination attempt at the cemetery days ago. She hadn’t been lucky, and she certainly hadn’t been defenseless. She had been ready.A cold shiver ran through both men. Fear coiled tight in their chests.Does she know it was us?Does she know we sent those killers?They studied her carefully. Up until now, she had only moved against Morrie, Campos, and the other directors who had openly stolen funds or sabotaged the company. She had never once mentioned the attack, never hinted that she knew who was behind it. They told themselves that she must still be as naive and sheltered as she appeared. She had only gone after the ones whose crimes were obvious, right in front of everyone’s eyes. She couldn’t possibly know about the darker, secret things they had done.Convinced that she was still easy to manipulate, they decided to test their luck and make th
Traveno Knox.Just the name alone carried enormous weight and authority. He was the untouchable leader of Thione Corporation, a man who stood at the very peak of the industry, great and feared by all. Countless powerful companies had spent years, poured in endless resources, and tried every possible way just to establish even the smallest connection with him. Most never even managed to secure a single meeting. Many had gone bankrupt or faded away entirely while desperately chasing his favor.Yet here sat Amara, speaking of him as if their partnership had been settled and sealed long ago, as if Treveno Knox was simply an extension of her own will, a tool she could use whenever and however she pleased.Damian’s thoughts became increasingly tangled and complicated.Just how many people did she truly know? How many alliances, agreements, and powerful connections had she quietly built behind the scenes, without anyone noticing, without anyone suspecting? And more importantly, just how much
The black car rolled to a slow halt as the tall, wrought-iron gates of the Walton estate loomed into view. The emblem of the family an intricate crest of intertwined lions and a crown gleamed in the sunlight, etched boldly into the metal. The gates themselves stretched so high it felt as though the
The car purred softly as it rolled out of the Musk estate gates, the early morning light spilling faintly across the sky. The chauffeur, a quiet man in a dark uniform, kept his eyes on the road, his gloved hands steady on the wheel. Inside the back seat, Amara sat by the window, her reflection fain
The dinner had ended warmly, the air in the old mansion filled with the faint smell of wine and roasted lamb. Amara lingered near the tall windows of the balcony, her shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. The night outside was calm, the city lights blinking like distant stars.Zogo stood besi
The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire’s glow flickering against old stone walls. Don Victor’s glass remained untouched in his hand, though the ice had already melted, thinning the amber liquid within. For the first time that evening, his eyes left Zogo’s face and drifted toward the darken







