The usual normal days return soon. Carol is expected to return to the company for work, and Damien has been acting giddy since morning. She applies a bit of lip gloss, trying to look her best. Ever since she started physical therapy and other treatments, she looks a bit tired. Since she has no intention of telling Damien about her medical situation to avoid adding more stress, she focuses on perfecting her appearance with makeup. Her effort to present her best self to Damien outweighs even her desire to keep her struggles hidden. After giving herself a satisfied smile, she walks downstairs. Whether it’s reality or a memory, whether she is mentally unstable or not, right now, she is happy to have Damien in her life. If it is a memory, she would rather never wake up. She could continue living in this dream. She grabs the ring box as well. Last night, she couldn’t give it to him. Before she remembered, she had fallen asleep in his embrace like a little baby. His arms feel warm, pro
**What?** A silent gasp escapes Carol as Damien explains her new role in his company. She looks stunned, her mind racing with confusion. **The CEO? Why?** she signs, a knot tightening in her stomach. She never imagined she would be asked to take on such an important position again, especially in someone else’s company. Damien smiles warmly, gently holding her hands and pressing a kiss to her knuckles before signing, **Because I found no one better suited for the role. You’re perfect for this position, Carol. Even my employees have been looking forward to this day.** **Your employees already know?** she signs, her heart racing at the revelation. Damien nods, his smile soft but reassuring. Carol frowns, uncertain about his response. Her fingers hover mid-air, hesitant to sign the question lingering in her mind. But the doubt festering in her heart wins over her hesitation. **Damien, be honest with me,** she finally signs. Damien’s eyebrows lift slightly, confusion shadowing hi
Damien had already told Carol about his friends visiting. However, none of them had stepped foot in his house since that day. It’s been an entire month since Carol took over the company, handling her responsibilities like a flawless CEO. She loves how supportive her employees are—reminiscent of her previous team—and how patient they have been with her. Although some clients were initially hesitant, they eventually warmed up to her, and now she has become the capable and dynamic leader they had hoped for. Despite the demanding workload, Carol has been undergoing treatment for her throat and trauma. The therapies have shown excellent results, and her throat feels more comfortable. However, she isn’t yet ready to speak. It’s a significant milestone, one that requires her to be mentally prepared. During this time, she has noticed her communication with her friends and cousins has decreased. Whenever she tries to reach out to them, they make excuses about being busy. Even Eunice has g
Confusion clouds her mind as she approaches the door to get a closer look. *Carol's Room.* The nameplate looks old, almost childlike. Her hand grazes the steel surface as she tries to piece together what’s going on. Why is her name here? Has she been here before? She doesn’t remember. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she reaches to open the door. Just as she’s about to position herself, she senses someone approaching behind her. Turning around, she finds Alex standing there, his expression heavy, as though she’s committed some grave mistake. **What are you doing here, Carol?** His signing is firm, his brows tightly knit. For a moment, she feels like she’s intruding on his privacy by being here. But she frowns, straightening her stance, **What is this?** She points to the door, her expression making it clear she wants answers. However, Alex steps toward her, blocking the door. **Please leave this floor. You’re not allowed to be here.** Her eyes widen in shock. Something
A soft but heavy sigh escapes Alex, who is waiting for even a minimal reaction from Carol when he mentions his family's plan to ask her to return to handle the company. But she stares at him blankly before signing: **What do you think I should do?** Alex didn't expect her to throw this question at him, and he looks away, indicating that he has no place to say anything. **Are you scared that you may have to drop out?** Alex flinches but remains silent. Tears well up in his eyes. Alex has always been independent, but studying at a prestigious university on his own isn't possible. She sighs and places her card on the table. **I want you to use it. Don't overuse it. Pay your tuition and keep studying. I will track your payment history so that once you get a job, you can pay me back.** **What?** Alex looks at her with wide-open eyes. **You don't want to return to the company?** Carol's expression seems to say, *Are you still asking that silly question?* But she shakes her h
Carol places a bowl of ice cream on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Lucy looks... distraught.She hasn't answered why she came here at this hour or why she looks like this, but Carol guesses that Lucy needs time to think it over.Despite their bitter history, Carol doesn’t hate her enough to shut the door in her face.Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watches Lucy fidgeting, biting her lips and casting glances here and there. It’s as if she’s drowning in deep thoughts, torn between whether she should do this or not.Carol takes a spoonful of ice cream, continuing to eat while observing Lucy closely. She’s beautiful, but the toll cancer has taken on her is evident in her eyes and body. Carol tilts her head, studying her with the curiosity of a child examining a dollhouse.Lucy, noticing Carol's gaze, finally lifts her head and looks at her with mixed emotions—anger and defeat.She licks her lips before looking at Carol directly. **How long are you going to stay here?
" Damien!" Ian Watson walks towards the car, his expression heavy and cold, " Don't disappoint me. Don't forget what you owe me!" Damien's expression shifts as he comforts himself in the seat. He is leaving the party at midnight, although he was supposed to stay over tonight. " Don't worry about it!" Damien responds in a cold tone, "Nothing can make me do it wrong!" " You are already married to the woman who took the woman I loved. So don't say that. You have changed, in a disappointing way!" " Ian! Enough with that! You are drunk!" Orion pulls him, " This is not the right timing to talk about it!" " No! This is the right time. This bastard dared to marry that Bitch and even let her take over the company that was supposed to be my woman. He betrayed us. He betrayed her. He doesn't deserve anything!" Ian shouts at Damien who calmly sits in the car. " Enough!" James snaps at him, " He is doing everything . Don't act like it's you who only lost her. We lost her too. Also it
Damien, James, Orion, Josh, Ian, and Ana are a group of childhood best friends who later became business partners. However, thirteen years ago, their tight-knit friendship was strained by an unfortunate accident where they lost the very significant person who was the center of this group.Carol Crawley, Damien's younger sister, was also the affair child of Mr. Crawley and his mother. Carol grew up in the orphanage with everyone, where their mother hid Carol's identity.When Damien was ten, one day he went through a picture of his mother holding a baby with a date in the corner. His mother had written a line, "My dearest daughter!" and a date that obviously showed she was not his older sister.Damien was adamant about not letting it go. He threatened his mother that he would never forgive her if she didn't let him meet his sister. Damien, who had always longed for a family where he would be loved and would love forever, found himself standing in front of an eight-year-old girl who alwa
2:30 a.m. Damien pulls into the hospital parking lot, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. His chest feels tight, his breaths short and uneven. Sweat trickles down his pale skin, soaking the collar of his shirt. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin, but the anxiety coursing through his veins is far more potent. He throws his suit jacket over his arm and bolts out of the car, not bothering to lock it. The hospital looms ahead, its bright lights a sharp contrast to the suffocating darkness of his thoughts. His phone buzzes in his pocket—a message from James with Carol’s room number. He doesn’t waste a second, heading straight for the inpatient ward. His heart pounds louder with every heavy footfall. Taking the stairs two at a time, his breath comes in ragged gasps. His mind races, replaying the call from the hospital over and over. "Mr. Crawley, your wife collapsed, and we need you here immediately." The words were enough to rip the ground from beneath him
James steps into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the fragile figure of Carol. She’s hunched over in a chair, her hair disheveled and her face pale, clutching Aria so tightly it seems as though she fears the world might rip her daughter away. Two nurses hover nearby, their faces etched with concern, while the doctor stands to the side, flipping through a folder of reports. The air in the room is thick, tense, and suffocating. “What’s going on?” James demands, his tone firm yet tinged with worry. His eyes dart between Carol and the doctor. “Damien is on his way back. He told me to check on you two.” Carol doesn’t respond. Her body trembles visibly, silent tears streaming down her face. She clutches Aria even tighter, her lips trembling as she stares into the distance. James crouches in front of her, lowering his voice as he tries to get through to her. “Carol, please,” he says, his tone softer now. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” But Carol remains silent, her anguish spilling ou
Carol just says goodbye to Damien before leaving Aria with Alex and the female nanny who takes care of her. She already feels low without him. The day passes with work; nothing major happens. Since there’s a time difference between her and Eunice, they don’t talk much. But her other friends reach out to her as usual. After dealing with numerous clients, workers, and other activities, she feels far more exhausted than usual. Damien's presence has always been like a 24/7 therapist, and his absence makes everything feel heavier, even for just one day. Later, after returning home, feeding Aria, and spending time on self-care, Carol calls Damien. Their conversation is sweet and comforting. As days pass, Carol notices something unusual. The new nanny, Heather, seems fine, but Carol starts feeling weaker than usual. Aria, who usually loves sleeping and rarely cries, begins crying at night. Confused and worried, Carol consults a doctor, but they find nothing physically wrong with Aria
Somewhere in a casino, Harris is sitting on the counter whilst he's staring at the debt receipt. " Harris! The only way you can pay all the debt and keep gambling if you can get your parents' property. Don't you think it's high time to take action!" The owner of the casino when Harris has been staying for a while, suggests. He is doing the job of a bartender while watching Harris being drowned in an ocean of debts. Harris, staring at the debt he has, looks at him with a frown, " That bastard has owned everything. I can't even return home because of my criminal records!" Anger crawls under his skin as his face reddens with fury." Well, there are lots of ways to get what you want. If you want help, we can help, you know!" He smirks, " With violence, everything is possible!" Harris's expression brightens. Clutching the receipt of his latest loss in gambling, he leans into the chair, " That's a good idea, I think! I am the rightful owner of those money. So I will get them back!" The
Carol leans against the doorframe, her tired eyes fixed on Eunice, who sits on the floor, rolling a toy car back and forth with Aria. The toddler’s laughter rings out, bright and carefree, clashing with the heaviness in the room. “You’re leaving?” Carol’s voice is soft, but the weight of her words fills the space. Eunice’s hand falters on the toy car for just a moment before she pushes it toward Aria again, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s a good promotion, Carol. And... I’ve always wanted to see the world outside.” Her smile wavers, not quite reaching her eyes. Carol steps further into the room, crossing her arms as she searches for the right words. “But... I’m not saying it’s the wrong decision, just... are you sure you don’t want to give it another try? Maybe James has been struggling with something—”“Don’t.” Eunice’s voice is calm but firm, slicing through Carol’s sentence. She turns away from Aria, who is engrossed in her toy, and looks at her friend. “Don’t go there, Carol. Not
As if the wind is knocked out of his chest, James Alexander sits frozen, watching Eunice cry in despair. Her tears streak down her face, her voice trembling with frustration. "This is it, James," she begins, her tone laced with exhaustion. "I’ve been trying to hold onto this relationship, but I’m the only one fighting for it. Do you even realize what that feels like?" James looks at her, his brow furrowing. "Eunice, I know I’ve messed up. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll do better." "You’re sorry?" She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "You always say that, but nothing changes. I’m the one who calls you, the one who begs to meet, the one who says ‘I love you.’ What have you done, James? What effort have you made?" James opens his mouth but quickly closes it. He doesn’t have an answer. Eunice continues, her voice breaking. "I’ve never felt this tired in a relationship before. A few months, James, and I’m completely drained. This isn’t love. It’s one-sided torture." He leans forward,
The culprit was caught soon. In the meantime, the closeness had turned into a strong friendship. Right now, it's Damien's 27th birthday party. Everyone is enjoying themselves. A few clients have attended the party, unaware that the Crawley family has grown close to the Martinez family. While everyone enjoys the evening, Carol is chatting with her friends, telling them about a new friend she made, when the door swings open, pushed by two security guards. "Carol!" Millie practically runs toward her, ignoring everyone in the room. She hugs Carol tightly and gives her a few kisses on the face. "I missed you." Eunice looks upset but curious about this woman. Like Carol, Millie avoids social media and reporters, so people don’t know who Mrs. Martinez is. "Who is that?" Katie asks. "Must be the new friend she’s been talking about all morning!" Sarah chuckles. Carol takes a deep breath and looks at her friends. "She’s my daughter-in-law!" Her friends stare at her in stunned
Who knew one incident could change so much in life? For Damien Crawley, that moment arrives as he leans against the doorframe, watching his wife, Carol, chatting away on FaceTime with none other than Millie Martinez. Millie, wife of Paul Martinez—Damien’s business rival—speaks animatedly, her laughter filling the room. Carol protected their son, Julian, five days ago, and since then, both of them have been talking about everything in their lives. While Martinez is still trying to get on his nerves, here his wife is having such a sweet friendship with the rival's wife. Damien isn’t particularly annoyed but can’t help wondering why Carol is friends with her. He crosses his arms and clears his throat, but Carol barely glances at him before turning back to her phone. “It’ll be close-knit,” Carol says, her tone cheerful as she discusses Damien’s upcoming birthday party. “Your family, my friends, and a few of Damien’s friends. It’s small, so don’t worry about bringing too many peopl
Damien sprints into the hospital lobby, his heart pounding harder than it had during his last board meeting. His tie is loose, and he’s slightly out of breath. He scans the room like a hawk, his sharp gaze landing on Carol seated in a corner with a blonde-haired toddler in her arms. “Carol!” His voice echoes, startling a nurse nearby. He strides over, his face etched with worry. " Are you okay? What happened? Where is Aria?" Carol looks up, startled, and immediately begins signing with her hands: **Calm down, everything is okay.**Damien freezes, confusion replacing his panic. “Why are you signing? You’re not even anxious enough to forget how to speak!” He narrows his eyes at her, crossing his arms. “What did you do this time?” Caught, Carol stops mid-sign and bites her lip, her cheeks turning pink. “Fine,” she mutters aloud, glancing at the boy in her lap. “It’s not exactly what you think. I saved a kid.” Damien blinks, leaning forward. “A kid?” His voice rises an octave. “Wha