MasukVictoria stood rooted to the spot outside her father’s office, every instinct telling her to walk away.But she couldn’t.Her hand remained frozen on the door handle as the voices inside continued.“Isn’t she your flesh and blood?” another man asked, genuine disbelief evident in his voice. “Why would you talk about your own daughter like that?”Roy Laurent scoffed.“She’s always been spoiled.”His tone was dismissive, almost irritated.“I haven’t asked much of her, yet she couldn’t even help me secure Kingsley Technologies.”He let out a frustrated sigh.“I’m losing money every time those stocks take another hit.”Victoria felt her stomach tighten.A wave of nausea rose in her throat.Then came the words that shattered what little hope she still had.“She’s just as useless as her mother was.”The tears she had been desperately holding back escaped without warning.They streamed silently down her cheeks.Inside the office, the conversation continued as though her entire world hadn’t ju
Victoria didn’t have it easy either.Perhaps this was the life she had carved out for herself.Caught between the two men who had once meant everything to her, she now found herself wondering if either of them had ever truly seen her.Her father.Her husband.The two people she had spent years trying to please.And yet, both of them seemed to treat her as though she were nothing more than a tool.She wasn’t a successful businesswoman like Amelia.She didn’t have a company to call her own.But that didn’t mean she was struggling financially.Far from it.Her bank accounts were always full.If Alexander wasn’t transferring money into them, then Roy Laurent was.She had never lacked luxury.Designer clothes.Exotic vacations.A mansion.Anything money could buy.Yet none of it could fill the emptiness she carried inside.Money had purchased her comfort.It had never bought her happiness.Over the past few weeks, she had quietly followed everything happening at Kingsley Technologies.The
The moment the office door clicked shut behind him, silence filled the room.Alexander walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and loosened his tie.His board expected him to spend the next hour finding solutions to Kingsley Technologies’ problems.His assistant probably assumed he was reviewing financial reports.Instead…His thoughts wandered somewhere else entirely.Amelia.He stood motionless, staring at the skyline without truly seeing it.The company could wait.The board could wait.Even Victoria’s growing indifference barely crossed his mind anymore.Lately, she had become unusually distant.Their conversations had grown shorter.She no longer asked about his day.No longer waited for him to come home.No longer seemed interested in the future they were supposedly building together.Once, that would have bothered him.Now…He hardly noticed.Because every thought in his mind revolved around Amelia.Was she happy?Did she know?Did she realize she was be
Back at Kingsley Technologies, things had been anything but smooth.For weeks now, the company’s performance had been on a steady decline.Sales had slowed dramatically.Customer demand wasn’t nearly as strong as it had once been.Projects that had once seemed guaranteed successes were now struggling to gain traction, and investors had begun questioning the company’s direction.Perhaps the most alarming sign of all was that even the lowest-ranking employees could sense it.The atmosphere throughout the headquarters had changed.People whispered in hallways.Meetings ended in tense silence.Every department seemed to be holding its breath, wondering what would happen next.Unfortunately, the biggest problem wasn’t the market.It was the people leading the company.The power struggle between Alexander Kingsley and Roy Laurent had quietly resurfaced, and this time it was beginning to poison the entire organization.Kingsley Technologies was slowly drifting toward dangerous waters.Alexan
Watching Amelia settle so effortlessly into his home felt like one of Daniel’s greatest accomplishments.He leaned casually against the kitchen island, pretending to scroll through his phone, though his attention never truly left her.Truthfully…He hadn’t wanted her to lift a finger.Tonight was supposed to be about spoiling her.Cooking for her.Making her smile.Yet there she was.Wearing one of his oversized black T-shirts.Her damp hair was tied into a messy bun, tiny strands escaping around her face. She stood at his sink with her sleeves rolled up, humming softly as she washed the dishes.No makeup.No designer clothes.No expensive jewellery.And somehow…She looked even more beautiful than when she had to dress up for any event.Daniel couldn’t help smiling.Is this what being lucky feels like?Because right now, he certainly felt like the luckiest man alive.Still…The evening wasn’t over yet.There was one more thing he’d wanted to do.He pushed himself away from the counte
Amelia climbed the staircase with the clean towel Daniel had handed her draped over one arm.With every step, she felt two emotions battling inside her.Happiness…And embarrassment.How had she managed to spill sauce all over herself?And in front of Daniel, of all people.She covered her face with one hand and groaned softly.“Nice one, Amelia.”A smile tugged at her lips despite herself.Thankfully, Daniel had never given her the chance to wallow in her embarrassment. Instead of laughing or teasing her, he’d immediately asked if she was alright and offered her a shower and a change of clothes.It was such a Daniel thing to do.Kind.Gentle.Thoughtful.Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the bedroom with the blue door frame.“So this is his room…”She slowly pushed the door open.The first thing that greeted her wasn’t the luxurious furnishings.It was the scent.Fresh.Clean.Warm.It smelled exactly like Daniel.She smiled to herself.Unlike many bedrooms she’d seen
The car door closed with a soft, final click.Amelia leaned back into the seat, her chest still tight, her pulse refusing to slow. The city lights streaked past the window as Daniel eased the car into traffic, the engine’s low hum filling the silence that followed them out of the restaurant.Neithe
Alexander didn’t remember the drive back.Didn’t remember the turns he took.The lights he passed.The distance he covered.Only that he was sitting in his car now.Still.And alone.The engine had long gone quiet, but he hadn’t made a move to step out. His hands rested loosely on the steering whee
Alexander didn’t walk in immediately.The car engine had gone quiet minutes ago, but he remained seated, his gaze fixed on the restaurant just across the street. The soft glow of lights spilled through the glass windows, warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the tension coiled tightly in his chest
Alexander had not moved from his desk for a long time.Not because there was nothing to do.But because nothing in front of him seemed important enough to hold his attention.The reports were open.The numbers clear.The decisions waiting.And yet.His mind refused to stay there.It kept drifting.







