Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Love Finds Its Way Back : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

The afternoon sun warmed the glass as Ray Simpson stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his Lisbourn bedroom. Below him, the estate stretched out in perfect order, a landscape where nothing ever seemed to slip out of control. He swirled the amber whiskey in his glass, watching it catch the light. Though his posture looked still, his mind was far from settled. Every train of thought led back to the same person: Daisy. A faint smile touched his lips before he could stop it. He shook his head, quietly amused by his own preoccupation. “How did this even happen?” he murmured. He had known women who were polished, brilliant, and perfectly suited to his world, but Daisy didn’t fit that mold. She was spontaneous and bold, possessing a warmth that lingered in a room long after she left it. Ray closed his eyes, remembering her laughter and the way she teased him without hesitation. It unsettled him—not because it felt wrong, but because it felt entirely too right. He took a slow sip of hi

The morning light filtered softly into the Tremont mansion, casting thin golden ribbons across the bedroom floor. Cassienne stirred, though she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, shifting against the pillow as the quiet of the room settled around her. Even before she looked, she knew Dreston was awake; she could feel the weight of his attention. When she finally opened her eyes, she found him watching her with a steady, unreadable gaze. A small smile tugged at her lips. "How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice still husky with sleep. "Not long," Dreston replied. "Just long enough to make sure you weren't planning to sneak off to work again." Cassienne let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "I wasn't sneaking. I was being responsible." "You were overworking," he countered firmly. She pushed herself up, brushing her tangled black hair away from her face. "I have meetings today, Dreston. Important ones." Before she could swing her legs out of bed, he re

The drive from Auralink to the Tremont residence was a blur of static and half-formed thoughts. Dreston barely remembered getting into the car, and the familiar streets passing by were nothing more than a smear of light and shadow. His hands were braced firmly against his thighs, his jaw set so tight it ached as he replayed a single, impossible list in his mind: forty-five percent of the shares, Tina’s parents, and the foundation of Auralink itself. None of it made sense, yet his father’s lack of a denial during their brief call was a weight in his gut that wouldn't settle. By the time the car turned into the driveway, Dreston was out the door before the tires had even stopped rolling. He bypassed the staff’s greetings, his stride heavy with an urgency that bordered on aggression. "Where is my father?" he demanded. "In his study, sir," a maid replied, but Dreston was already halfway up the stairs. Joseph Tremont was exactly where he expected him to be: seated behind his desk, look

The Auralink main conference hall had been meticulously prepared. What normally served as a space for internal meetings was now a polished press arena, with cameras positioned at every vantage point. At the center of the room, a long conference table held an array of microphones, documents, and nameplates. Behind it, a large digital display featured the Auralink insignia beside a bold announcement: Strategic Collaboration: NULLWRAITH x Vanguard E-Sport Federation. Cassienne entered with a calm, effortless confidence that commanded the room. She wore a fitted ivory silk blouse tucked into a high-waisted charcoal pencil skirt that mirrored her elegant silhouette. The look was simple yet striking, complemented by long, black waves falling neatly over her shoulders. Her makeup was light, designed to enhance rather than mask her features. Every movement she made was controlled and purposeful. “Elena,” she said quietly as she walked, “confirm the documents one last time.” “Yes, ma’am,” E

The days that followed passed in a blur. It wasn't that they felt rushed, but they left her with very little room to breathe. Cassienne hardly noticed the passage of time as her mornings began earlier than usual. Her schedule had doubled or even tripled as she struggled to balance the needs of her company and the demands of the upcoming championship. Meanwhile, her body was carrying a new life and began to demand something she wasn't used to giving: rest. She tried to slow down, but it didn't come easily. Some days she spent hours reviewing documents with her team at home, and on others, she trained quietly to prepare herself for the competition. Even her evenings, which were once moments of calm, had turned into intense strategy sessions. It was exhausting, yet she never complained. Dreston saw everything, even when she said nothing. He noticed the tension in her shoulders when she worked too long and the way she paused before standing, as if her body needed a moment to catch up. H