Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Two Worlds Collide : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"Welcome baby girl," Justin greeted Aiden with a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Thanks, Mama," Aiden replied playfully, and they both burst into laughter. As Charlie’s white Porsche disappeared down the street, the playful mood shifted for a moment. They were safe in their new off-campus home, but the lingering presence of the Smith family’s wealth—the car, the clothes, the guards—felt like a shadow that refused to fade. Eventually, they settled in the backyard garden, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Justin placed his beer can on the small table and leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, tell me everything. From the moment you left until you stepped out of that Porsche. I don’t want to miss a single detail," Justin insisted. "There’s nothing special at all," Aiden tried to dismiss him, though he couldn't hide the flicker of memory in his eyes. "Eh! You mean nothing? That’s impossible. You were gone for almost a month, and to Tokyo of all places!" Justin folded his

Damien concluded the meeting with lethal finality. "Just as you said, Mr. Jung, we are going to fish them all out and feed them to the dogs." A visible tremor of fear and confusion rippled through the room. The air grew thick with frantic murmurs, yet no one dared to speak up directly until a senior board member, Man #3, finally broke. "What do you mean by that?" he stammered, while the man beside him, Man #2, began to rant. "You can’t just sit here and spit out rubbish like you’ve been here since the beginning! We built this before you were even born!" Damien let out a contemptuous sigh. "Hmph," he snorted, leaning back in his leather chair. "And who told you that I can't do it just because I’ve recently taken the helm? You are all old enough to pass your shares to your heirs. If you had any worth passing to, that is." Man #3 hissed in disbelief. "Don’t be ridiculous!" Damien’s voice dropped, cutting through the noise like a razor. "Oh! I forgot. You don’t have a responsible heir

Inside Mike's car, the atmosphere was eerily calm. The luxury sedan glided through the streets of Monaco while the city lights reflected against the tinted windows. Mike sat comfortably in the back seat, one arm resting against the leather armrest, a faint smile lingering on his lips. His assistant glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Do you really think Aiden is going to be the right bait, sir?" Mike's smile widened. "Obviously." He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and stared out the window. "I just need the proper timing. A fish doesn't bite the hook the moment you throw it into the water." The assistant nodded. "And Damien?" Mike chuckled. "Damien is predictable. That's his weakness." "How so, sir?" "Because the moment Aiden is involved, he stops thinking like a business

In Damien's Car"Sir, should we head straight to the mansion?" Sean asked as he glanced at Damien through the rearview mirror.Damien remained silent for a moment, staring out at the city lights rushing past the tinted windows."Have you confirmed it?" he asked finally."Not yet, sir. But we should have the final report by tomorrow morning," Sean replied.Damien tapped his fingers lightly against the armrest."I want to check on him."Sean nodded immediately."Very well, sir. We'll head to his apartment. According to our people, he didn't go to work today after his classes.""Hmm."The rest of the journey passed in silence.By the time they arrived near Aiden's apartment building, the sky had already darkened. Street lamps cast long shadows across the pavement, and the evening air carried the distant sounds of traffic and laughter from nearby restaurants.Damien's gaze shifted toward the entrance of the apartment complex.Then he saw them.Aiden and Justin were walking slowly toward t

“Mom, please… I’m sorry.”Aiden’s voice cracked, thin and trembling beneath his own ragged breathing. Tears blurred his vision as they slipped down his bruised cheeks. Blood trickled slowly from the cut near his forehead. The room smelled of iron.He curled tighter against the floor, arms wrapped around himself as if he could shrink small enough to disappear.“Please,” he whispered.“Don’t call me that.”The woman standing over him stared down with open disgust.“I am not the mother of something like you.”Her words cut deeper than the slap. Aiden lowered his head at once, shoulders shaking as he fought to swallow his sobs. He had learned long ago that crying too loudly only made things worse.“Mommy, stop!”Small feet rushed forward. Finn’s tiny hands grabbed their mother’s arm, tears streaming down his round face.“Brother said sorry!”The anger on her face vanished the moment she looked at him. Her voice softened instantly, sweet and practiced.“Sweetheart, don’t cry. Mommy’s not an