Alyssa still held Jasper's name in high regard. Jameson's eyes had a gleam when he saw his love rival calling up his crush. He called out softly, "Lyse."Her eyes deepened. She decided to pick up. "Hello?"Jameson was filled with disappointment as well as resentment toward Jasper.Meanwhile, Jasper gazed at the illuminated windows from a distance, uncertain of where she was or if he would get to see her. His voice was hoarse."Lyse, it's snowing. The first snow in Solana City this year.""Right," she responded flatly. "So, what's the matter?"Jasper was taken aback by her reaction. After a brief pause, he mustered the courage to suggest, "May I invite you to enjoy the snow tonight?""Do you have the memory of a goldfish?" she asked with a frown."Um, no.""Do you understand the state of our relationship now? Do you think it's appropriate for us to do that?""Well, it's still better than spending time with Jameson Schmidt," Jasper commented enviously.Simultaneously angered a
Jameson tightly embraced Alyssa the moment she fainted. His eyes grew darker as he spiraled into madness.…Meanwhile, Jasper found himself lightly dusted with snow. He waited faithfully by the entrance, prepared to spend the night there.Suddenly, the villa's gates swung open. Jasper jolted with excitement, only to feel his heart sink as he witnessed a pale Jameson marching toward him.He shot Jameson a tense look and curled his fists. He asked, "Where's Lyse?"Jameson adjusted his glasses with a menacing grin, filled with the triumph of a victor. He replied, "She'll be spending the night at my place. She won't be going home or watching the snow with you because she's resting now. "If you have any decency left and if you care about your image, you should leave immediately. I need to return to her."Jasper felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He retorted, "Jameson, are you happy now? You're only with Alyssa because you played dirty!""Sure. So what?" A greedy look fla
The next morning, Alyssa woke up groggily, still disoriented.Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she bolted upright in bed. She found herself in a monochromatic room, the scent of incense wafting through the air, making her feel relaxed."This is a man's bedroom ... Jameson's room?" Alyssa gasped, her head throbbing as if she had been struck in the head.The only thing she recalled from last night was the fight with Jasper. After that, her memory blanked. Heart racing, she quickly left the room.In the kitchen downstairs, Jameson was making breakfast for Alyssa. He was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up.He was bathed in the morning sunlight that cast a gentle, almost ethereal glow over his features. He looked like a soft painting.Jameson frequently cooked, but he never bothered with an apron as he never wore the same outfit twice."Jameson," Alyssa called out to him. He cast a gentle glance and said, "Lyse, you're up. How are you feeling?""Jameson," Alyssa b
"Lyse, Silas, Cyrus, Sean, and I are in front of Jameson's villa," Jonah said tersely, his voice as commanding as thunder. He provided her with a sense of security."Jonah, I'm all good. You guys overreacted …" Alyssa mumbled and massaged her temples, trying to visualize the absurd situation unfolding outside."Overreacting? Lyse, you spent the night at another man's place! As your brothers, we were almost in tears!" Silas yelled, his voice nearly hoarse."Did that guy lay a hand on you? Did you stay willingly, or did he trick you into it? I've got a pair of handcuffs ready for him!" Cyrus turned into a hot-blooded policeman, ready to barge in and arrest Jameson on the spot."Calm down! All of you!" Alyssa instructed, frantically slipping on her heels and leaving the villa. Outside, several luxury cars had surrounded the vicinity.Sean was the first to rush up to her, his eyes filled with tears. He held onto her shoulders and asked, "How are you? Are you okay? Did Jameson Schmidt
Jonah checked his wristwatch, his expression turning icy. He began, "Jameson, I know Lyse very well. She has never spent the night at a man's place in her life."Yet, she was at your place last night. I need an explanation.""You never allowed her to stay out, but you supported her when she decided to elope. For three years, you kept her marriage to that jerk a secret from Uncle Winston. "You let her suffer at her in-laws' place, living without any official recognition," Jameson stated calmly, taking a seat across from Jonah.Jonah's breath briefly stopped. Lips downturned, he taunted, "Oh, is that what you're doing? You're comparing apples to oranges. Lyse willingly married Jasper out of love. "As her brother, I might not agree with her decision, but I had to respect it. You, on the other hand, are a different case."Jameson's eyes wavered as he started to falter.Jonah continued, "I know Lyse isn't into you. If you persist, you'll not only anger her but also change my impres
Landon's private jet touched down at Solana City International Airport under the cover of night. Zoe descended the stairs from the aircraft, wrapped in an opulent fur coat, her radiant brown curls cascading around her. She slipped into the waiting car that had come to pick her up.After the incident with the counterfeit necklace, Landon had grounded Zoe, going so far as to confiscate her phone. He had wanted to cut off her communication with her terrible friends, who had a bad influence on her.In protest, Zoe had resorted to starving herself after bouts of crying and frustration. Penelope couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer. So she had persuaded Landon to release Zoe and send the latter back to Yoarkley for a period of self-reflection instead.By the time it was winter, Landon had reluctantly permitted Zoe to return to Cyrris. Boredom had consumed her in Yoarkley, and Landon hadn't visited her once. It had been too much!Zoe couldn't contain her frustration. "Where's Land
Lauren skipped over to the snowman, and Richie playfully kicked the snowball back. She retrieved it and carefully set it back atop the snowman while standing on her tiptoes.Richie joyfully wagged his tail while circling around Lauren, even playfully rolling by her feet."Haha! Richie, are you cold? I'll crochet a sweater for you someday!"Richie barked as though he understood her. He wagged his tail excitedly and then threw himself at her, showering her cheeks with affectionate licks."Hahaha! That tickles, Richie. Stop fooling around!" Lauren laughed and tumbled onto the snowy ground, and they both rolled around in the snow with delight.Landon gazed tenderly at Lauren and the heartwarming scene, which was rare in his life. He had once believed that an ordinary, happy life was beyond his reach. To his surprise, Lauren had brought him the happiness that every ordinary man deserved."Mr. Landon, I never expected Richie to get along so well with Ms. Lauren. He used to nip at alm
Lauren shook her head furiously. Her heart pounded. She stammered, "I-I got it. I will only do it with you. Don't be upset, okay?"Landon had been treating her exceptionally well over the past few days. He had gifted her beautiful clothes she had only seen on Betty before—clothes she had never owned.What's more, the food at the private villa was delicious, even if it wasn't quite on par with Alyssa's cooking.In addition, Landon took care of her in every way, from drying her hair to feeding her and even sharing a bed, all without crossing any boundaries. Since he had been so good to her, she couldn't bear to do anything that might upset him."Good girl."Her eyes shimmered like a starry night, nearly making Landon kiss her. However, a sudden thought made him reassess his behavior. Was he acting like a pickup artist?Still, he really wished that Lauren could stay by his side forever. The idea of her marrying another man, being intimate with him, and having children tore at his
Jasper lay restrained on the bed, his body writhing violently as waves of agony crashed over him. A towel clenched between his teeth muffled his cries, though it could not silence the torment. Every inch of his skin felt as if it were being devoured by thousands of invisible ants—a relentless, gnawing pain brought on by withdrawal.He knew he could no longer rely on the medication. Time and again, the temptation clawed at him, urging him to surrender and take the easy way out. Relief was just a pill away. But Jasper's willpower, though battered, refused to shatter. Anne's words echoed in his mind, a guiding light in the darkness. She had always taught him to be a righteous man—one with a clear conscience. Curling into himself, Jasper shut his bloodshot eyes. He couldn't disappoint Anne. He couldn't let down those who believed in him. He had to resist the dark side. Outside the room, Xavier glanced at his wristwatch. Judging the timing to be right, he pushed the door open and l
"How about now? Is Ms. Altman at home?" Alyssa asked urgently."She isn't," Clark replied. "She drove out the back gate alone around 11:00 pm. Our security personnel stopped her then, but she said she was just going out for some fresh air because she had trouble sleeping. She promised she wouldn't be long, but it's strange—she hasn't returned even now."Alyssa's ears began to ring, her heart sinking like a stone.When she ended the call, her nightgown clung to her skin, drenched in cold sweat. Her trembling hand gripped the phone tightly.She thought of calling Jonah, but he was still searching for Julien in Mosgravia. He wouldn't be able to return in time. Silas wasn't home tonight; he was likely with Rose. Besides, he was more of an academic than a fighter—not someone who could help in a crisis. Getting him out of bed in the middle of the night couldn't possibly solve any of their problems. Axel had returned to his organization, leaving Cyrus as the only one accessible who mi
Amber's eyes reddened as she darted toward the trapdoor in The Millennium, tears streaming down her face.Remy had let her go. He actually spared her! Didn't this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost?Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran. She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence—this incredible news!Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.Suddenly, she froze. Her breath hitched. Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her. The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything—she was surrounded, the target of an ambush. Amber's heart pounded in her chest. Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger. The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gl
Amber glared at Remy through her bloodshot eyes, thrusting her gleaming blade toward his chest. In her early days of being Jameson's follower, the first lesson drilled into her was how to kill quickly and efficiently. Refinement wasn't necessary—only results mattered. Yet, despite mastering the techniques, she had never put them into practice. Deep down, Amber feared the sight of blood and loathed the idea of taking a life.And now, of all people, it was Remy forcing her to cross that line.The blade's tip hovered mere inches from Remy's heart when hesitation gripped her. Axel's voice echoed in her mind, raw with emotion. "Amber, I keep feeling that Remy is my fifth brother, Damien. We miss him… We want him to come home!"Her pupils dilated. The blade wavered, its deadly intent dissipating.That single moment of doubt was all Remy needed. With a calm, calculated motion, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply.Amber gasped in pain, her grip faltering as the blade clattered
The password to Jameson's room was Alyssa's birthday. Jameson had always believed himself to be a devoted man, taking pride in that notion. Yet, in Amber's eyes, his devotion was nothing more than a pathetic joke—a sentiment she couldn't help but detest.Taking a steadying breath, Amber began rummaging through the drawers and shelves with swift precision.Years of observation had taught her that Jameson had hidden several secret compartments in this room, places meant to conceal vital information. Unless Jameson or Carl disclosed their existence, even the police might not have uncovered them.After what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on her forehead, Amber discovered a hidden compartment beneath a floor sculpture.As she pried the brick loose, her breath hitched. Inside the compartment lay a waterproof plastic bag containing a document and a USB drive.Amber retrieved the document. Her heart raced as she realized its contents—a research report from Mosgravia's RC Biotech
Ever since getting together with Axel, Amber had lived each day in bliss. Yet, when Winston assured her that he truly accepted her and approved of her marriage to Axel, that bliss reached its peak. For so long, Amber had struggled with feelings of inferiority, never truly believing she deserved Axel's love. Deep down, she had resolved to step away if Winston disapproved or insisted Axel marry a woman from a reputable family—a match more fitting of his status.She wouldn't have hesitated to leave if it meant sparing Winston and Axel any conflict. Amber loved Axel wholeheartedly and was willing to sacrifice everything for him.But instead of rejection, she found warmth. The Taylor family embraced her as one of their own, showing her kindness and understanding rather than disdain for her past.She could never repay such compassion. "Winston… Thank you. Thank you…" Amber's tear-filled eyes glistened, their brightness undimmed despite all the darkness she had endured. Winston s
Amber stifled a laugh and teased, "Stop talking, Mr. Whitaker. You're going to sound like a broken record if you keep going." …After breakfast and a quick packing session, Axel departed from Heightsnew Villa. Amber spent her day helping the Taylors with various tasks. She assisted Mandy in organizing documents for Lovelace Group's projects, helped Lyla with cooking, and even joined Colene in feeding her horse. With Tatiana's due date approaching, Amber also pitched in for her shower preparations.Amber had always been a diligent person, but today, she seemed particularly intent on keeping herself busy. She was counting down the hours until nightfall. After dinner, the Taylors sat in the living room and chatted casually as they always did. The warm, familial atmosphere filled the space, and Amber joined in, her perceptive nature making her a seamless part of the group.When everyone retired to their rooms, Amber rose to help the helpers clear the table. "Amber." Startled
Axel and Amber had only spent half a month together before the former was called back to report for work. The night before his departure, they spent hours lost in each other, their passion unrelenting. Again and again, they exchanged kisses, their love pouring forth in an endless tide."Amber, three months… Just give me three more months." When their fervor finally waned, Axel held Amber close in his arms. They rested against the headboard, leaning into one another, too exhausted to move yet unwilling to let sleep claim them."Once I finish all the missions I've taken on, I'll hand in my resignation. After that, I'll spend all my time with you," Axel murmured, his voice steady with resolve. "We'll go wherever you want. If you want fun, I'll have fun with you. If you want chaos, I'll spend my life going crazy with you."Axel wasn't one for flowery words. He simply spoke from the heart. Right now, his heart only wanted Amber—forever.Amber nestled closer, her soft smile masking t
"Sir." Sheryl immediately stood and greeted Justin respectfully as he entered the room. "What are you doing here?" Justin's cold gaze swept over her as he strolled leisurely to the couch and sat down.Sheryl quickly explained, "I received a parcel for you from the administrative secretary half an hour ago. I thought it might be something important, something you wouldn't want too many people to handle. So, I waited for you to return and open it personally.""A parcel?" Justin frowned. Why would anyone send him a parcel to Beckett Group, of all places? How strange. Sheryl presented the parcel to him with both hands. He took it from her and then opened it right before her. After removing three layers of wrapping, each from outside and inside the box, the parcel turned out to contain only a plain white envelope. His expression darkened. It felt like someone was toying with him.Then, he looked down and opened the envelope, which contained a stack of photographs. Pinching a co