LOGINThe large glass doors of the executive office suddenly flew open.Nathan, who had been reviewing documents behind his desk, looked up sharply.Armed police officers stormed into the office.Leading them was Inspector Gerald.Nathan's expression immediately darkened."Mr. Nathan Mills, you're under arrest for illegal and forceful possession of someone else's properties and attempted murder." Inspector Gerald said immediately they burst into Nathan's office. "You have the right to remain silent or whatever you say or do can be used against you in the court of law.""What?" Nathan snapped with furrowed eyebrows. "This is ridiculous. Me? Illegal and forceful possession of someone else's properties? Attempted murder? Are you even okay?"He slowly rose from his chair, laughing sarcastically."This has to be some kind of joke."His gaze fixed coldly on Gerald.He shook his head, pointing at Gerald."Besides, I remember you were dismissed and declared wanted by the police. Who the fuck do you
Charlotte stood frozen at the door, staring in complete shock at Oscar—her husband, the man who was supposed to be dead.Beside him on the couch sat Inspector Gerald, his expression calm as though he had been expecting this exact reaction.Oscar slowly rose to his feet."It's me, baby." Oscar said, his voice a bit hoarse, tugging a small smile."You're alive?" Charlotte muttered, her hands shaking. "How?"Oscar moved towards her, reaching for her hand.But she instinctively took several steps backward, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.After all, who would see the man they personally buried standing inside their living room and casually think, Oh, welcome back?Charlotte's heart pounded wildly.She even glanced behind herself as though calculating whether she could reach the front gate before the ghost floated after her.For one terrifying second, she almost considered grabbing the flower vase beside the entrance to throw it and create enough distraction to escape.Oscar s
The London Business Leadership Summit opened with its usual noise — camera flashes, the murmur of international delegates, the mix of ambition and rivalry thick in the air.But Charlotte barely felt any of it.She sat in the third row of the main conference hall, her fingers lightly gripping her notepad, her mind drifting back to the same place it always returned to now — Caleb, the investigation, and the haunting silence that followed his death.She tried to breathe steadily. Megan's voice echoed in her head: "Go. Clear your mind. Just go." Nelly had said the same thing.They all believed London would give her space, but instead, the noise inside her heart only grew louder.The bustling atmosphere around her only sharpened the emptiness within. Every cheerful conversation, every confident laugh from passing delegates, reminded Charlotte how isolated she truly felt. No change of scenery could silence grief that had settled so deeply inside her, refusing to loosen its grip.Every step
Nelly sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers trembling against her lap as Marcel drove in silence toward the station.The morning traffic flowed steadily around them, but neither of them paid any attention to it. Nelly kept staring ahead through the windshield, her mind replaying everything that had happened over the last two days.He had argued with her for almost an hour earlier, insisting that they had pushed the line too far already.His words had been firm, leaving little room for negotiation. He had repeated himself over and over, trying to make her understand that what had started as a desperate search for justice had become something far more dangerous.She wanted to keep digging, convinced she could find just one more clue that would break everything open, but Marcel wouldn’t hear it.He told her she had no training, no protection, and no idea how violent men like Roland could be.Each warning had sounded painfully reasonable, yet it did little to quiet the determina
The night in New York was unusually quiet, but Marcel’s apartment was alive with tension. The laptop screen glowed between him and Nelly, casting pale light across their tired faces, while the air remained thick with fatigue, frustration, and the pressure of a mystery that refused to loosen its grip.Two days had passed since Nelly’s narrow escape at the bar, and the footage she’d recovered was now their only lead.The small apartment looked more like an investigation room than a home. Empty coffee cups sat on the table. Notes were scattered across every available surface. Neither of them had gotten much sleep, yet neither was willing to stop.Marcel scrolled through the files again, replaying the video of the shooting — frame by frame. Roland’s face appeared clearly this time, frozen in the act of pulling the trigger.Nelly’s hands tightened on the edge of the table. “That’s him,” she said under her breath, her voice trembling slightly. “The man who killed Caleb.”Marcel leaned clo
Charlotte sat quietly in her office, the letter of invitation lying open on her desk. The cream-colored paper rested beside a stack of untouched files and reports that had been gathering for weeks. It was from the Global Business Alliance, inviting her to speak at their annual summit in London.For a long time, she said nothing, only stared at the paper as if it were asking too much of her. The past months had left her hollow, and business felt like a foreign language. Once upon a time, an invitation like this would have excited her. She would have studied every detail, prepared for every session, and looked forward to the opportunity. Now, all she felt was exhaustion. The words on the page blurred together as her mind drifted elsewhere, toward memories she could neither silence nor escape.Megan leaned on the doorframe, watching her. Concern lingered in her eyes as she took in Charlotte's withdrawn appearance. “You should go,” she said softly. “You need this, Charlotte. You’ve be
She reached the corner of the hallway and slid down against the wall, her back hitting it with a dull thud. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to breathe. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely control them as she dug into her handbag and pulled out her phone, her fingers f
"Mom, did you find that fairy tale book?" Celine's voice was low but sharp, each syllable edged with impatience as she spoke into her phone.She sat on the king-sized bed, still dressed in silk pajamas that clung to her frame. The luxurious hotel room was dimly lit by warm bedside lamps, casting s
The hall was filled with elites from every corner of the country. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting soft golden light that reflected off polished marble floors. White roses lined the aisle in perfect symmetry, their fragrance blending with the low murmur of the guests. Every
About a week later, the pale morning light filtered weakly into Charlotte's hospital room. The smell of antiseptic hung in the air, heavy and unchanging. Charlotte sat on the edge of her hospital bed, slowly buttoning up a loose cardigan over the thin gown she had been wearing for days. Her movem







