บททั้งหมดของ Dynamic kiss “love has no limit”: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The hallway outside the deposition room was cold, its linoleum floors echoing with the faint hum of the building’s ventilation system and the distant clatter of footsteps. But to Liam, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving nothing but a heavy, suffocating silence. He leaned against the wall, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his chest tight with a pain so sharp it made it hard to breathe.He’d heard everything. Every word Jordan had said, every tear Kayla had cried, every revelation that had turned his world upside down. He’d known that Kayla was innocent of the fraud charges, that she’d never meant to marry Jordan for real. But knowing it in his head didn’t make it any easier to bear in his heart. The thought that she was legally bound to another man—her best friend, no less—was like a knife twisted deep in his gut. And worse, there was a tiny, nagging voice in the back of his mind, a voice he hated but couldn’t silence: What if she knew? What if she

The fluorescent lights of the hospital’s quiet waiting room hummed with a low, steady drone, casting a pale glow over the rows of plastic chairs and the vending machine in the corner. It was late—past midnight—and the only other sound was the soft ticking of a clock on the wall and the distant rustle of nurses moving through the halls. Taylor sat in one of the chairs, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the floor. She’d been waiting for twenty minutes, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and hope, unsure if Himy would actually show up.They’d agreed to meet here, in the most unlikely of places, because it was the only spot they could think of that was safe from prying eyes—from reporters, from Victor’s spies, from everyone who’d been watching their every move. Taylor had called Himy two days earlier, her voice trembling as she’d said, “We need to talk. About our children. About everything that’s happening.” And to her surprise, Himy had agreed. She’d said, “I’ll be the

The courtroom was packed, the air thick with tension and the faint smell of old paper and wood polish. Sunlight filtered through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor, but it did nothing to warm the chill that had settled over the room. Kayla sat at the defense table, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on the judge’s bench. She’d spent weeks preparing for this day, but nothing could have prepared her for the weight of all the eyes on her—reporters, shareholders, strangers, all watching her, waiting to see if she’d break, waiting to see if she’d be labeled a fraud and a criminal.Beside her, Ms. Hale leaned in, whispering last-minute advice, but Kayla could barely focus. Her mind was racing, replaying every moment that had led her here—from the day she’d been hired at the company, to the day she’d taken down Kang Jin, to the day Jordan’s secret marriage had turned her life upside down. She knew that the prosecution was going to come at

The courtroom hummed with a restless energy as the trial resumed after a short recess. Kayla sat at the defense table, her fingers tracing the edge of a legal pad, her mind still replaying Soo-Jin’s brave outburst from earlier that morning. It had been a small victory, but a vital one—proof that not everyone believed the prosecution’s lies. But she knew the worst was yet to come. Ms. Hale had warned her that the prosecution had saved their most damaging witness for last, someone who would tie her directly to Kang Jin Chen’s crimes and paint her as a willing participant in his schemes.When the court reporter called out the name “Natali Hye Chen,” Kayla’s blood ran cold.Natali was Kang Jin’s ex-wife, the woman who’d once been the queen of the Chen empire, before she’d been convicted of embezzlement and sent to prison three years ago. She’d been a force to be reckoned with—sharp, ruthless, and fiercely loyal to Kang Jin, or so everyone had thought. The prosecution had pulled her from b

The acrid smell of smoke clung to Liam’s throat as he and Mr. Park scrambled through the window, the documents they’d risked their lives for clutched tightly to their chests. But even as they collapsed onto the grass outside, gasping for air, Liam’s mind lingered on the archives—on the way the fire had seemed to spread with unnatural speed, and on a faint, metallic glint he’d spotted through the haze just before the beam had crashed down.He’d thought it was just another piece of office equipment, but now, as he watched the flames devour the west wing, a nagging curiosity pulled at him. The documents they’d saved were crucial, but what if there was more? What if Victor had hidden something else—something even more damning—within those burning walls?“Mr. Park,” Liam said, his voice rough as he pushed himself to his feet. “Take the documents to the storage facility. I’ll meet you there.”Mr. Park’s eyes widened. “Where are you going? You can’t go back in there! The building’s about to