เข้าสู่ระบบKara didn’t call Jairo to take her to the agency when it was time to leave. She assumed he was busy again between work and his father’s issues after how he had been distracted the previous night. So she decided not to bother him and simply booked a ride.When she got home later that day, he still hadn’t returned. She sent him a message but there was no reply.The next morning, she prepared to go to the hospital to see Luci. Jairo had arranged for Luci to be discharged today to avoid media attention. He planned to have her recover at home instead.Yet, he still hadn’t come back.Even when she arrived at the hospital, Luci didn’t seem bothered that her uncle wasn’t there to pick her up. That alone made Kara uneasy.She sent Jairo another message.Still no reply.Her worry deepened. Something was wrong. Whatever had changed in him started after the day he dropped her at the agency and returned to the hospital. She gently asked Luci if something had happened, but the girl avoided her eyes
They ended up spending the night on the couch without even realizing it. Kara was the first to wake up.The early morning light filtered faintly through the living room curtains, telling her it was still very early, probably around six. She slipped out carefully so she wouldn’t wake Jairo, then rushed straight to her room. Luci had been on her mind all night. She needed to see her at the hospital as soon as possible.She showered quickly, dressed, and asked Brie to help her pack some light food to take along. She still had a shoot later that day and didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s chaos.While getting ready, Edward called to ask how her shoot went. He told her he hadn’t called the night before because he knew she had probably get home late. They chatted briefly and Kara sent her regards to his parents before ending the call. By the time she stepped out of her room, Brie had finished packing both her own breakfast and Luci’s.Jairo joined them moments later, already dressed.“Good
Kara bit her lower lip as she waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. A few people she met earlier had offered to give her a ride but she politely declined every time. Now she stood slightly tucked into a corner, avoiding eye contact so no one else would ask again.Her bag was slung over her shoulder with her phone in her hand. Her brows were drawn together as she scrolled through her calls again, her lips pressing into a thin line.Three missed calls.Two unanswered texts.That wasn’t like him.Her irritation simmered quietly as she spotted his car pulled up near the curb. The engine was running, headlights cutting through the dim street. He sat behind the wheel, one hand resting on the steering wheel, his posture stiff, his gaze fixed ahead like he hadn’t even noticed her yet.She walked over and opened the passenger door with a sharper movement than usual.“You ignored my calls,” she said immediately as she slid into the seat and shut the door.Jairo turned his head
They arrived at the hospital. Eva stepped out with Donald, her movements tentative and almost hesitant. Jairo stayed in the car, watching them go. She whispered something to Donald, tilting her head and asking a question so softly he had to lean close to hear. Donald bent down, answered, and for a brief moment, she glanced in the direction of the car before entering the hospital lobby.His eyes stayed with them even after the doors had closed. His lips quivering, making him drop his head onto the steering wheel. The tears came, unbidden, burning and relentless. He didn’t bother hiding them. He hated himself so much.How long had his father kept her locked away? How long had she lived in fear and horror while he held another woman in his arms, a woman who looked like her but wasn’t her? He had been blind. Weak. Selfish. And now, he couldn’t breathe for the weight of it.The car engine hummed faintly but he didn’t move. Eventually, he started it and drove. He didn’t know where he was g
Luci stirred with a soft groan, her brows knitting together as a dull ache pulsed through her wrist. The room smelled like antiseptic and clean sheets. The light above her felt too bright.“Oh… you’re awake.” a nervous but gentle voice drifted to her ears.She frowned slightly, slowly opening her eyes and turned her head. A woman stood beside the bed, her face pale, eyes swollen like she had been crying for hours. Luci blinked in confusion, studying the stranger’s face.“Where’s my uncle?” she asked weakly.The woman swallowed. “I was told he went to drop Kara off at the agency. How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Do you need water?”Luci stared at her harder now, uncertainty flickering in her gaze. Who was this woman? Why was she looking at her like that? She also sounded like she was close to Kara.The woman’s eyes glistened again as she kept watching Luci, her lips trembling slightly like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how.Luci tilted her head, studying her pro
“Alright… this one’s heavy.” the first journalist exhaled softly and turned to the camera. “Early this afternoon, authorities confirmed the discovery of multiple deceased bodyguards at a private villa owned by political aspirant Salvatore Vitale. The property sits on the outskirts of the city and has since been sealed by forensic teams. But honestly, the bodies aren’t even the part that’s rattling people the most.”“It’s what happened before the attack.” the second journalist agreed quietly. “A young woman identified as Luciana Vitale placed an emergency call, saying she was being held against her will at the same residence. She managed to describe the villa before the line went dead. Police later confirmed the details matched the location precisely. And then came the claim that shook everyone, she said the person holding her was her own grandfather, Salvatore Vitale, and added Jairo Vitale was her uncle.”The first journalist’s brow creased. “That’s the part that makes your stomach d







