Semua Bab Dynamic kiss “love has no limit”: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The sirens wailed through the night like a mournful song, their lights painting the streets in flashes of red and blue as emergency vehicles swarmed the courthouse. Jordan stood on the edge of the police line, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes fixed on the burning building. He’d gotten there as fast as he could, having heard the news of the fire on the radio, and since then, he hadn’t been able to move. He’d watched as firefighters rushed in, as paramedics set up triage, as people cried and shouted and waited for news of their loved ones. But all he could think about was Kayla. And Liam.He’d known, deep down, that he was fighting a losing battle. He’d known that Kayla would never love him the way he loved her, that no matter what he did, no matter what tricks he pulled, her heart would always belong to Liam. But seeing the fire, seeing the way the building was being consumed by flames, had made him realize something else—something that cut deeper than any rej

The sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Liam’s penthouse, casting warm golden light over the room where friends and family had gathered to celebrate two momentous victories: Liam’s successful regaining of control over Bæbë Phi, and Kayla’s freedom from the shadow of the trial. The air was filled with laughter, the clink of champagne flutes, and the soft hum of conversation, a stark contrast to the tension and fear that had defined their lives for so long.Liam stood at the center of the room, his arm wrapped tightly around Kayla’s waist, a smile of pure joy on his face. Just days earlier, the board of directors had voted unanimously to reinstate him as CEO of Bæbë Phi, recognizing that he was the only one who could steer the company back from the brink of collapse after Kang Jin and Victor’s reign of terror. It had been a long, hard fight, but he’d won— not just for himself, but for everyone who’d believed in him, everyone who’d stood by him through the darkest of tim

The penthouse was quiet now, the remnants of the celebration scattered across the tables—half-empty champagne flutes, plates with leftover cake, the diamond ring still glinting where Kayla had left it. Liam stood by the window, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his eyes fixed on the dark street below. He’d run after Kayla, calling her name until his throat was raw, but she’d been gone, vanished into the night like she’d never been there at all. He’d called her phone a dozen times, sent her a hundred texts, but she hadn’t answered. He knew he’d messed up, knew he’d let her down, but he also knew that he couldn’t ignore the little girl who was now sitting in his living room, looking up at him with eyes that were so much like his own.He turned away from the window, walking back into the living room. Clara was sitting on the couch, Hana curled up beside her, her head resting on her mother’s shoulder. They looked so calm, so composed, but Liam could see the tension in Clara’s sh

The anonymous text had been burning a hole in Kayla’s phone for hours, its words replaying in her mind like a broken record: “The blood in that tube was ten years old. Don't believe the lie.” She’d tossed and turned all night, her mind racing with questions—who had sent it? What did they know? Was the DNA test really a fraud? She’d wanted to tell Liam, to show him the message and ask him what he thought, but she’d hesitated. She didn’t want to get his hopes up, only to have them dashed again. And she didn’t want to seem like she was looking for an excuse to deny Hana’s existence, even if a small part of her was desperate for one.So instead, she’d decided to find out the truth for herself. She’d sent a reply to the anonymous number, simple and direct: “I want to talk. Where and when?”She’d expected to wait days, maybe even weeks, for a response. But just an hour later, her phone had buzzed again. “Parking garage on 5th and Main. Tonight. 9 PM. Come alone. Don’t tell anyone.”Kayla ha

The boardroom at Bæbë Phi’s headquarters was filled with the quiet hum of tension as Liam sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his jaw tight with suppressed anger. Across from him, Victor Chen leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips, while the other directors avoided eye contact, their expressions uneasy but resigned.“ It’s a logical decision, Liam,” Victor said, his voice smooth as silk, but laced with underlying threat. “The public loves the story of you and Clara— the reunited parents, the devoted father. Having her on board as your Personal Brand Consultant will only strengthen that image. She’ll help you navigate the media, manage public perception, and ensure that your personal life aligns with the company’s values. It’s a win-win for everyone.”Liam’s fists clenched under the table. He knew it was a lie. He knew Victor wasn’t looking out for the company’s image— he was looking to keep Clara close, to keep his scheme alive, to make sure that Liam was c