LOGIN“Darling?”
As Kara slowly opened her eyes, her hand instinctively searched the other side of the bed. She had expected the man who held her all night to still be there beside her, but... nothing.
“Adrian?”
She pushed herself up from the bed and stepped out of the bedroom. Her reflection briefly caught her attention in the vanity mirror. She looked utterly disheveled, hair sticking out in every direction, reddish marks scattered along her shoulders
“Darling?”As Kara slowly opened her eyes, her hand instinctively searched the other side of the bed. She had expected the man who held her all night to still be there beside her, but... nothing.“Adrian?”She pushed herself up from the bed and stepped out of the bedroom. Her reflection briefly caught her attention in the vanity mirror. She looked utterly disheveled, hair sticking out in every direction, reddish marks scattered along her shoulders and chest where Adrian had left them. Her nightdress barely clung to her body, enough to make it painfully obvious just how rough and desperate they had been with each other the night before, too consumed to care about anything else.Adrian’s voice echoed clearly from outside the room. His tone wasn’t as soft as usual either.Kara guessed he was talking to one of his staff members or perhaps... Tara?“I don’t care what your excuse is, Tara!” Adr
“What are you doing?”Tara nearly dropped the plate as she reached for the sunny-side-up eggs she had just finished cooking. Victor’s sudden appearance that morning genuinely startled her. She hadn’t expected to see him looking so... relaxed. Like he had just come back from the gym, with a light sheen of sweat on his skin, damp strands of hair falling slightly over his forehead, and his breathing still faintly uneven.“Cooking?” Tara gave him a small grin, though it carried a hint of awkwardness when she noticed him already sitting at one of the chairs, watching her with visible curiosity. “Do you... mind if I make a mess in the kitchen?”“No,” Victor replied with a quiet laugh. “Why would I mind?” He shifted slightly in his seat. “You just didn’t answer my question properly.”“I’m cooking... well, no, I’m making breakfast.” Tara frowned inwardly, completely confused by what he meant. She was certain she had answered him correctly, so why was he acting as though she hadn’t? “Would you
At Tara’s question, Victor only laughed softly. “You still have the energy to ask something like that?”He rose to his feet, then reached out and gently brushed the top of her head, so naturally as if it were something he had done countless times before. Tara, on the other hand, felt a flicker of confusion. The gesture was unfamiliar, almost disarming, especially coming from someone like him.“Get some rest. I’ve asked the staff to prepare warm soup for you. Don’t forget your medicine and vitamins if you truly care about your condition.”And just like that, he left. No further explanation, no lingering glance.The door closed quietly behind him, leaving a different kind of silence in its wake.Tara remained sitting on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes lingered on the door, now empty of his presence. The brief touch on her head still lingered faintly, warm… and strange.She wasn’t used to being treated like that, not b
“In that case, I’ll excuse myself. You still want the Neo Group progress report, don’t you?”Adrian let out a long breath. “Yes. Bring it to me as soon as possible.”Tara nodded obediently and turned to leave his office. The sound of her steps grew lighter the moment she stepped outside, her chest filling with a quiet, spreading sense of satisfaction. A faint smirk flickered across her lips as she recalled how Adrian had been left with no ground to stand on in front of Gilbert.She had no idea why Gilbert had come unannounced this afternoon. Usually, he would inform them beforehand. But it didn’t matter. That wasn’t her concern. What mattered was this, ensuring that, little by little, Adrian began to lose his footing. This was only the beginning. Just a small fragment of what should have been hers all along.A few staff members who passed by greeted her politely, and now and then, Tara returned the greetings
“Why are you soo late?”The voice greeted Tara even before the door to Adrian’s office had fully closed behind her. Her steps faltered for a fraction of a second before she slowly lifted her gaze. The atmosphere in the room felt heavier than usual, thick with tension.Adrian stood behind his desk, his jaw set tight. On the sofa to the right sat a middle-aged man in a neat suit, his demeanor calm and composed, entirely unbothered by the tension in the room.Mr. Gilbert. Victor’s trusted man.What is he doing here? Tara wondered silently. She stepped fully inside, closing the door softly behind her, then offered a faint smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Gilbert.”The man inclined his head politely. “Mrs. Tara.”Only then did Tara turn to Adrian. “You called for me?”Adrian didn’t answer immediately. His gaze was sharp, but there was something restrained behind it. With Gilbert
Tara smiled faintly. “You’ve barely gone through something like this, and you’re already acting like you’re the one suffering the most.”Kara frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Nothing.” Tara gave a small shrug as she rose to her feet. “I was just wondering… what would happen if the things you love suddenly disappeared from your life?”Kara’s expression shifted instantly. “What are you talking about?”Before Tara could answer, the doorbell rang.Ding.Kara turned toward the sound. “Who is that?”Tara only lifted her shoulders slightly, unconcerned. It wasn’t her place, after all. She let Kara handle whoever stood outside.“Tara,” Kara called out, her voice raised halfway between confusion and irritation. “They say they’re here to see you? That they have something to deliver to you? Wh







