LOGINClara’s smile flickered. Just for a brief second.A crack in the perfect mask.Then it returned—smooth, practiced, harmless.“I hid it before,” she said quickly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as though the question amused her rather than unsettled her. “I was in a hurry that day and couldn’t take much. That jewelry has always been my treasure, so I hardly wear it. I kept it hidden somewhere safe. I’m sure it’s still there.”Her tone was soft. Too soft.Butler Chan didn’t look convinced.“Still, ma’am, I—”“It’s okay, Chan.” Evelyn’s voice cut through gently.She stood a few steps behind Clara, her expression calm, almost too calm for someone who had just walked into a potentially suspicious situation.“If she says it’s here, let her go retrieve it.”Clara turned slightly. A smile returned to her lips.Grateful. Innocent. Familiar. “Thank you, Evie.”Then Evelyn added lightly, “Do you want me to come with you?”Clara shook her head. “No need. I’ll be back before you even not
“I’m so excited that I had to rush here,” Clara said brightly, leaning slightly forward as if she couldn’t contain herself. “Tell the guards to open the gate for me.”Evelyn paused for half a second. Then she smiled — gentle, controlled. “I’m already on my way out. I’m right in front of the gate too,” she replied smoothly.Almost instantly, the massive gates began to slide open with a heavy metallic groan. And there it was. Two women. Facing each other. One smiling too brightly. The other observing too carefully.“Sorry,” Evelyn said as Clara stepped closer. “I didn’t know you’d come all the way to the house.”Clara laughed lightly, stepping inside without hesitation. “I was just too excited. I’ve really missed spending time with just you and me.”Evelyn nodded and gently took her arm. “Come help me pick a car.”THE GARAGERows of luxury vehicles lined the expansive underground garage — sleek machines polished until they reflected light like mirrors. The air smelled faintly of leather
“What were you looking at?” she asked.“Nothing important.” he answered.Another lie. Evelyn sat beside him slowly, the mattress dipping slightly beneath her weight. The soft scent of vanilla and jasmine lingered around her, warm and comforting, yet Ethan felt even more guilty because of it.“What’s wrong?” she asked gently.The bedside lamp cast a soft amber glow across the room, illuminating Ethan’s pale face and the faint shadows beneath his eyes. Outside the tall glass windows, the night stretched endlessly over the Montgomery estate, quiet and still, but somehow the silence felt heavier tonight.Ethan looked away. He wanted to tell her everything. About the Black Circuit. About the files he had uncovered. About the people who disappeared after crossing them. About the bloodstained missions hidden beneath layers of encrypted reports. About the fear slowly settling inside his chest.But Adrian had asked him not to say anything.And worse— If Evelyn found out how dangerous things tr
Later that night, the Chase mansion was unusually quiet. The massive estate, normally alive with movement from guards, servants, and security personnel, had settled into an eerie silence. Outside, the city lights shimmered faintly beyond the towering glass windows of Adrian’s private study. The faint hum of distant traffic blended with the soft ticking of the antique clock hanging against the dark wooden wall.Inside the study, only the glow from Adrian’s laptop illuminated the room. He sat comfortably behind his desk, sleeves rolled slightly above his wrists, one hand lazily supporting his chin while the other moved across the keyboard. Several unfinished documents were spread neatly across the polished mahogany table, yet his attention had long drifted away from work.For the first time in weeks… maybe months… Adrian was genuinely in a good mood. A dangerous thing. Because whenever Evelyn managed to soften him, he became careless emotionally. And tonight, his mind had completely aba
“Ady?!”Evelyn’s sharp voice echoed through the underground parking lot.“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded as she marched toward him in irritation, the sound of her heels striking the concrete floor sharply.The parking lot was cool and dimly lit, with rows of luxury cars lined neatly beneath flickering white lights. The air smelled faintly of gasoline and polished metal, and every sound seemed amplified in the near-empty space.Adrian, however, looked completely unbothered.Leaning casually against a sleek black car with one hand tucked into his pocket, he simply smiled at her like he hadn’t a care in the world.“Going out to have lunch with my wife,” he replied lazily. “What does it look like?”Evelyn stopped directly in front of him and glared.“This is not funny.”“I know,” Adrian answered with a soft chuckle. “But come on, what’s the big deal? It’s just lunch.”“It’s supposed to be between Clara and me,” Evelyn stressed, lowering her voice slightly even though nobo
“Ady?!”Evelyn’s sharp voice echoed through the underground parking lot.“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded as she marched toward him in irritation, the sound of her heels striking the concrete floor sharply.The parking lot was cool and dimly lit, with rows of luxury cars lined neatly beneath flickering white lights. The air smelled faintly of gasoline and polished metal, and every sound seemed amplified in the near-empty space.Adrian, however, looked completely unbothered.Leaning casually against a sleek black car with one hand tucked into his pocket, he simply smiled at her like he hadn’t a care in the world.“Going out to have lunch with my wife,” he replied lazily. “What does it look like?”Evelyn stopped directly in front of him and glared.“This is not funny.”“I know,” Adrian answered with a soft chuckle. “But come on, what’s the big deal? It’s just lunch.”“It’s supposed to be between Clara and me,” Evelyn stressed, lowering her voice slightly even though nobo
Evelyn had been in an unusual high spirits that morning. For once, the world felt a little lighter. Isa had called earlier to inform her about the new security protocols Adrian set up at the children’s school. According to her, no one went in or out without a thorough search—not even teachers. T
Ethan, having heard the assistant’s words, rose quietly from his seat, careful not to attract attention. “I’m going inside,” he said, his tone calm yet resolute as he walked briskly upstairs, every step measured and deliberate. “Where is he rushing to?” Mrs. Montgomery asked, concern knitting her
The intruder’s grip on Evelyn’s neck tightened, each pressure point calculated to render her powerless. His strength was formidable, honed by years of training, and he struggled to make her pass out or at least immobilize her with rope. Evelyn’s thrashing, however, only served to sharpen his movem
By the next morning, Evelyn felt as though she had been swallowed by a storm of responsibilities. Missing two full days meant her workload had doubled, and with the upcoming fashion show just two weeks away, every second counted. Her office was a flurry of activity — fabric samples scattered across







