Meanwhile, Mini was in worry when she received the news of Enlyan’s accident. She didn’t know how to break it to Joxan and Jessica, but before she could figure it out, she found Joxan standing behind her, his expression calm yet filled with concern.
“Joxan…”
“What happened to my mom?” Joxan’s voice was steady, betraying none of the panic Mini had expected.
Mini hesitated for a moment, then said, “Your mom was in an accident. She’s being treated at North Center Hospital. I’m going there now. Do you want to come with me?”
Joxan's hands clenched at his sides, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. He lowered his head, hiding the emotions that danced behind his calm facade.
Mini, thinking he was just afraid, quickly crouched down and wrapped him in a comforting hug. “Don’t worry, your mom is strong. She’ll be fine. We’ll go see her, okay?”
Joxan&r
Meanwhile, at the hospital…Daimon paced back and forth outside the operating room, his usual composure shattered.The bright overhead lights reflected the storm raging in his eyes. Every second felt like an eternity.Then, hurried footsteps approached."Boss!" Ertha’s voice was breathless as he rushed over, his expression alarmed. "Something serious just happened!"Daimon stopped abruptly, his jaw tightening. "What is it?""Our company's confidential bidding details for next week… they've been completely leaked!"The words hit Daimon like a punch to the gut. His face darkened instantly."What did you just say?" His voice was dangerously low.Ertha swallowed hard. "The entire bidding project we’ve been preparing for a year—gone. The data is all over the dark web. The competition will get ahead of us before we even have a chance to fight!"Daimon’s fingers curled into fists. Hi
Meanwhile, Daimon remained rooted in place, his sharp gaze fixed on the operating room’s glowing red light. His hands were curled into fists at his sides, his usual composure slipping as unease settled deep in his chest.First, the leaked video scandal.Then, the firewall breach.Now, confidential company information had been exposed to the business underworld.And on top of it all, Iris—no, Enlyan—had been in a near-fatal accident. In his own car.Too many things were happening at once. Coincidence? He didn’t believe in such things.Someone was moving against him.But who?Which competitor had the audacity to set him up?Under normal circumstances, Daimon would have relished the challenge, eager to dissect the puzzle piece by piece before delivering a ruthless counterattack. But right now?Right now, his mind could focus on only one thing.Her.Time ticked by, dragging painfu
Mini's hands were shaking with fury.Daimon Blackwood—arrogant, self-righteous, insufferable. He hadn't changed at all.Five years ago, he had crushed Enlyan's spirit with his cold indifference, with his illusions of superiority. And now, here he was again, trying to dictate everything with money and power. Did he think he could buy his way into caring for Iris?Did he think a few well-placed orders made him a better man?She clenched her fists."If you don’t want money, then get out of my way," he said coldly. His gaze flicked briefly to the unconscious woman on the bed. "I’ll arrange for a professional nurse. After all, she’s a designer we hired from the UK. This is a company matter, and a kindergarten teacher like you has no business interfering."Mini sucked in a sharp breath.That bastard.Her vision blurred with rage as Daimon turned on his heel and walked away. The confidence in his stride, the po
"Miss Carter, congratulations—you’re eight weeks pregnant," the doctor announced with a warm smile. Enlyan’s heart soared as if it had grown wings. Joy surged through her, filling every corner of her being."Thank you so much, Doctor,"She said, her voice trembling with excitement. She quickly grabbed her report and stepped out of the office, her thoughts swirling with happiness.Enlyan had married Damian for three years and now they finally had their first child.Enlyan and Damian’s marriage was never built on love. It was an arrangement, a contract between two families. The idea of love or personal happiness had no place in the deal.For Enlyan, however, the situation wasn’t for business.She had harbored feelings for Damian long before their wedding. His charisma, intelligence, and commanding presence had drawn her in, and when their parents proposed the marriage, she agreed without hesitation. She believed that over time, her devotion and care would win his heart.But Damian had b
Enlyan’s heart shattered anew at the confirmation of her worst fears.The room seemed to tilt as the realization settled over Enlyan. Katrina wasn’t just any woman—she was the one Damian had always loved, the one he had been forced to give up when their arranged marriage was imposed on him.Now, she was back, and she was everything Meye had said—beautiful, confident, and pregnant with the child Damian had never wanted with Enlyan."You’ve overstayed your welcome," Meye continued, her tone dripping with triumph. "Pack your things and leave before Damian asks you himself. You’re nothing to him now—if you ever were."Enlyan was still in shock until Damian's mother left.When Damian arrived home that evening, the faint sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet house. Enlyan had been waiting in the living room, her hands clenched tightly together as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say. The image of him at the hospital, standing beside the woman, still burned vividly in her mind
Enlyan’s fingers tightened around her phone as the words burned into her mind. Her thoughts flashed back to Damian’s mother's scathing remarks earlier that day."You think he’ll stay married to you forever? His first love is back. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves you for good."Her mocking voices echoed in her ears, each word twisting the knife deeper into her chest.Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they weren’t from sadness—they were from anger and resolve. She had endured three years of indifference, humiliation, and loneliness, believing she could somehow change Damian’s heart. But this was the final betrayal.Next morning,Enlyan stepped into the towering Blackwood Enterprises building, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The divorce papers clutched tightly in her hand felt heavier than they should, as though they carried the weight of her shattered hopes and unspoken pain.She approached the front desk, her nerves barely held in check
Five Years Later"Mr. Blackwood, this is the information about the designer sent by KM Company in London," Damian's assistant, Ertha, said, handing him a file. "She arrived in North City today. Should we send someone to pick her up?""Iris?" Damian asked, narrowing his eyes slightly."Yes, the designer Iris," Ertha confirmed with a quick nod." I heard she’s incredibly famous abroad. The jewelry she designs are like treasures, and her name alone carries weight. If it weren’t for our collaboration with KM Group, they wouldn’t have let her come here"“What else do we know about her?” Damian asked, his tone curt.Ertha hesitated, flipping through the notes. “Not much, sir. KM has been extremely protective of her identity. Iris was a jewelry designer who had risen to fame in the past three years. There are no public photos of her, no interviews, and no social media presence. But her work speaks for itself. She’s renowned not just for her fashion designs but also for her jewelry creations.
"Don't scare your sister," Enlyan’s voice turned firm, making Joxan close his mouth immediately.She exhaled softly and said, "I'll call Mini once we’re out of the airport. We’ll stay at her place for a few days.""Okay," Joxan mumbled under his breath, clearly distracted.Just then, his eyes caught sight of a man in the crowd. His figure was strikingly familiar—tall, imposing, and exuding a cold aura that could be felt even from a distance. The resemblance was undeniable. That had to be Damian Blackwood.His… biological father?Joxan’s gaze flickered toward Enlyan, who was busy searching for a contact on her phone. Without hesitation, he clutched his stomach and groaned dramatically."Oh, Mommy! My belly hurts! I need to use the restroom!"Enlyan immediately looked down, alarmed to see him clutching his stomach so tightly his face was turning red. His legs rubbed together as if he was really in distress."Mommy will take you. Jes, stay here, okay? I’ll be right back."She bent down t
Mini's hands were shaking with fury.Daimon Blackwood—arrogant, self-righteous, insufferable. He hadn't changed at all.Five years ago, he had crushed Enlyan's spirit with his cold indifference, with his illusions of superiority. And now, here he was again, trying to dictate everything with money and power. Did he think he could buy his way into caring for Iris?Did he think a few well-placed orders made him a better man?She clenched her fists."If you don’t want money, then get out of my way," he said coldly. His gaze flicked briefly to the unconscious woman on the bed. "I’ll arrange for a professional nurse. After all, she’s a designer we hired from the UK. This is a company matter, and a kindergarten teacher like you has no business interfering."Mini sucked in a sharp breath.That bastard.Her vision blurred with rage as Daimon turned on his heel and walked away. The confidence in his stride, the po
Meanwhile, Daimon remained rooted in place, his sharp gaze fixed on the operating room’s glowing red light. His hands were curled into fists at his sides, his usual composure slipping as unease settled deep in his chest.First, the leaked video scandal.Then, the firewall breach.Now, confidential company information had been exposed to the business underworld.And on top of it all, Iris—no, Enlyan—had been in a near-fatal accident. In his own car.Too many things were happening at once. Coincidence? He didn’t believe in such things.Someone was moving against him.But who?Which competitor had the audacity to set him up?Under normal circumstances, Daimon would have relished the challenge, eager to dissect the puzzle piece by piece before delivering a ruthless counterattack. But right now?Right now, his mind could focus on only one thing.Her.Time ticked by, dragging painfu
Meanwhile, at the hospital…Daimon paced back and forth outside the operating room, his usual composure shattered.The bright overhead lights reflected the storm raging in his eyes. Every second felt like an eternity.Then, hurried footsteps approached."Boss!" Ertha’s voice was breathless as he rushed over, his expression alarmed. "Something serious just happened!"Daimon stopped abruptly, his jaw tightening. "What is it?""Our company's confidential bidding details for next week… they've been completely leaked!"The words hit Daimon like a punch to the gut. His face darkened instantly."What did you just say?" His voice was dangerously low.Ertha swallowed hard. "The entire bidding project we’ve been preparing for a year—gone. The data is all over the dark web. The competition will get ahead of us before we even have a chance to fight!"Daimon’s fingers curled into fists. Hi
Meanwhile, Mini was in worry when she received the news of Enlyan’s accident. She didn’t know how to break it to Joxan and Jessica, but before she could figure it out, she found Joxan standing behind her, his expression calm yet filled with concern.“Joxan…”“What happened to my mom?” Joxan’s voice was steady, betraying none of the panic Mini had expected.Mini hesitated for a moment, then said, “Your mom was in an accident. She’s being treated at North Center Hospital. I’m going there now. Do you want to come with me?”Joxan's hands clenched at his sides, his eyes briefly fluttering closed. He lowered his head, hiding the emotions that danced behind his calm facade.Mini, thinking he was just afraid, quickly crouched down and wrapped him in a comforting hug. “Don’t worry, your mom is strong. She’ll be fine. We’ll go see her, okay?”Joxan&r
Daimon couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He had never witnessed anyone, let alone a woman, drive with such aggressive confidence and elegance.This wasn’t a race for him anymore; it was a test, a challenge he had set for himself to measure her abilities. Yet, as he watched her, something unexpected stirred inside him.In the past, he had always seen Enlyan as the delicate, dependent woman who stayed behind, waiting for him to return home. But now, as he observed her, he saw a different side—independent, stunning, and with a distinct flair all her own.He couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. He had underestimated her, and now he was witnessing her flourish. The crowd slowly began to catch on, their cheers growing louder with each turn she made. They were in awe of her skill, and Daimon couldn’t help but smile. The expression softened his usually sharp features, making him seem more approachable, more... human.Enlyan,
Enlyan felt a sudden chill.Why is he looking at me like that?Before she could process the shift in his demeanor, Daimon tightened his grip on her arm, pulling her even closer. His arm slid around her waist in a practiced motion, his posture effortless, as if this was all part of the act.To the world, it was a romantic gesture—a man naturally drawing his woman into his embrace.To Enlyan, it was a clear message.You’re not going anywhere."Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the brilliant designer, Iris. Today marks her official debut. I’m sure you all have plenty of questions, so let’s get them out of the way before she vanishes. Otherwise, we’ll move straight to the next Chapter."Daimon's voice was smooth, his introduction poised, but beneath the polished words was an undeniable sense of control. His hand remained firmly on Enlyan’s arm, a silent assertion of dominance that did not go u
Enlyan checked the time—7:55 AM.If traffic was smooth, she might barely make it in time. But there was a problem—she had no idea where Blackwood Corporation’s racetrack was located.Why there, of all places?Enlyan gripped the steering wheel, her mind racing. She knew that car racing was Daimon’s passion.Before their marriage, she had seen him compete, and, strangely enough, their first meeting had also been at a racetrack. Did he remember that, or was it just a coincidence?Without any explanation, Daimon had simply sent her an address with a pinpointed location, adding a brief message:"Drive carefully."That was it. No further details. No reasoning. Just an order wrapped in fake concern.Enlyan clenched her jaw and fired back a text: "You arrogant jerk!"Meanwhile, at the race facility, Daimon glanced at his phone. A smirk tugged at his lips.Ertha, standing nearby, observed him cautio
Daimon leaned back in his chair, unbothered by her rage. “It’s for the company’s good. Your reputation might take a hit, but that’s better than the company suffering losses. Do you have any idea how much we’d lose daily if Iris pulled out of the project?”Katrina’s face twisted with frustration, but she had no argument. Still, her hatred toward Iris deepened, marking the beginning of a bitter feud.When Mini saw the news, she immediately called Enlyan. “What’s going on? Why would Daimon suddenly stand up for you?”Enlyan’s response was indifferent. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t concern yourself with it.”Meanwhile, Joxan silently read through Daimon’s statement. He said nothing, but a small part of him felt reassured. At least the man had some conscience left to publicly defend his mother. Otherwise, Joxan would never have forgiven him.Despite the media buz
Enlyan watched him go, surprised by his reaction. She rarely saw Daimon back down so easily. What was that about?Shrugging off the unease, she checked the address Joxan had sent and booked a car.Outside, Daimon was seething.His mood soured further when his phone rang—Katrina."Are you coming back for dinner?" she asked sweetly.Daimon’s patience was thin. "I have things to do. Don’t wait for me."He hung up before she could say more.His gaze flickered back to Enlyan’s house.Without a second thought, he drove to the supermarket, grabbed a few things, and returned to her doorstep.She sighed, already sensing who it was.Sure enough, when she opened it, there stood Daimon—holding bags of groceries.Her patience snapped. "What now?" she asked, exasperated. "What do you want this time?""You're not feeling well, and no one’s here to look after you. Let me cook some