LOGINFirst of all, thank you very much for supporting this story!! Love and many thanks! Maya is undoubtedly a malicious woman. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, even if it means destroying others' families. So, in your opinion, does a man like Louis deserve forgiveness? The latter part of the story will bring you more unexpected twists and turns ;)
“That’s right. Which means Albert’s closer than you think. Maybe even watching through her.”Jonathan swallowed hard. “How did you get all this, Charles? You’re not supposed to have access to embassy-grade tracking.”Charles gave a small, humorless laugh. “Let’s just say old friends owe me favors—an
Jonathan’s POVJonathan’s eyes burned from staring at the screens for so long. The suite was dim except for the pale light of the laptop and the soft glow from the phones scattered across the table. Bangkok’s orange-pink sunset seeped faintly through the curtains, painting the room in nervous gold.
“Look at these,” she said, pointing to a stand selling hand-painted masks. “Grandfather would love them. Especially the scary ones.”Damian laughed softly. “He probably has a dozen just like them in storage.”They moved deeper into the market until Nathan spotted a glowing sign over a narrow archway
Charlotte’s POVCharlotte tried to laugh. It came out thin at first, nervous around the edges, but it grew more natural as the minutes passed. The air in the market square shimmered with heat, and the sound of a hundred conversations mixed with sizzling oil and the clang of metal ladles against woks
Damian’s POVThe Bangkok morning was already alive when Damian stepped out of the hotel lobby with Charlotte and Nathan at his side. The heat rose in shimmering waves from the pavement, mingling with the sweet smoke of incense from nearby shrines and the metallic scent of the Chao Phraya River not f
Charles’ POVCharles had always been an early riser, but that morning felt different. He was restless before dawn, wide awake by six, already half-dressed when the coffee pot in his private office sputtered to life. The caffeine wasn’t helping—it only amplified the pounding rhythm of his thoughts.D







