"We did a fingerprint scan in the victim's room earlier...""And what were the results?"The detective took a deep breath. "No traces or prints that could identify the owner. But we suspect a shadowy group, a dark community, that is rumored to have a base on the outskirts of the city.""A dark community?"Clara frowned, feeling a sense of unease at the thought of such depravity still existing."That's what we believe, but no one can confirm their existence, even after searching the remote areas, including the forests."It sounded trivial, but it was quite complicated.Thinking about it, Clara rubbed her temples and excused herself from the room.Seeing this, Joe felt concerned and followed her. "Miss Lara..."He stopped mid-sentence as the woman, leaning back against the patio chair, gestured for him to be quiet. "Didn't we agree not to use formal titles?""O-okay, alright. But you look pale. Are you sure you're okay? Or should I order some food delivery for you?""Deal!"Joe hadn't e
"Damn it!" Adrian slammed his fist against the steering wheel after successfully avoiding the barista. His thoughts returned to the problem he was facing with Clara. Not to mention the incident from last night that had cost him a lot of money. Taking advantage of her for money.He sighed, filled with regret. "How could she have tricked me, I'm not a newbie in that place?" He paused for a moment, then suddenly thought. "Wait! Clara's reaction earlier seemed a bit strange. I feel like she was... jealous!"Prutt...The sound was so clear and somehow appeared at the wrong time. Adrian looked towards the window, fanning his hand while covering his nose. "Why does my stomach feel bloated?"Adrian furrowed his brows, ignoring the pungent smell that reached his nostrils. He tried to focus on his goal of returning home.However, as he stopped in front of the gate of his mansion, his stomach rumbled again. This time, the foul odor was even stronger."Damn it!" Adrian cursed as he hurriedly got
Amidst the throng, Clara stood transfixed, her gaze drawn to a woman in the crowd. "Clarissa..." she murmured, a wry smile playing on her lips."Miss Clara, do you know Miss Clarissa?" The receptionist's voice cut through her reverie. "Apparently, she's put herself forward to replace Mr. Simon Alexander! She claims she can handle everything easily without any additional costs."Clara turned, her eyes meeting the receptionist's inquisitive gaze. "I see..." she replied curtly, shifting her attention back to Clarissa.This was a bit different from what Adrian had said earlier, claiming he didn't want to work with her. But why the change now? Had his mind secretly shifted, or had he become drawn to that woman?"Lara, are you alright?" Joe asked, his voice laced with concern.Clara shook her head quickly. "No, I'm fine..." She rose, then turned back to Joe. "We should leave. I'll drop off my resignation letter at the reception desk."Joe furrowed his brow. "But...""It's settled, I've made
"Clara, hurry up. We're going to be late."With that yell, Clara came out with her suitcase and immediately got into the car. "I'm sorry, I was...""Take this..."Clara looked at the still warm drink and chocolate-filled bread for breakfast, then happily accepted it. "Thank you."But Clara was puzzled, why wasn't the car moving yet? Didn't Joe say earlier that if they were slow they would be late?Seeing Clara's expression at that moment, Joe chuckled. "I don't want to drive until I see you eat breakfast and take your routine medication."No way! Could this man read someone's mind?Clara ignored him and looked relaxed. "What are you talking about? Don't be so dramatic, Joe...""Remember, I'm your doctor."Clara's smile faded instantly as Joe raised one eyebrow and even deliberately widened his eyes, staring at Clara.A gasp was heard, Clara finally obeyed his command. "Alright."Seeing Clara moving lazily, Joe smiled amusedly. He felt the seeds of love growing deeper in his heart. But
A MONTH LATER…Clara woke up from her coma and sat up, feeling much better. “What happened to me? Since when did I like wearing pajamas to sleep?”Confused by the change, she decided to leave the room, but outside the door, her brow furrowed as she saw a woman standing there, smiling at her.“Lara, you’re finally awake.” The old woman embraced her tightly, her face beaming with joy. “My wait for your consciousness wasn’t in vain after all.”“Wh-who are you?” Clara’s cheerful expression vanished instantly as she pushed the woman away. The room fell silent.“Lara, don’t you remember me?”Clara snorted before walking away.“Wait, Lara…”Her steps faltered as she stopped, seemingly forced, without turning around.“You really don’t remember me? I’m your husband…”“Don’t joke around, I won’t be swayed by your charade. Tell me where Joe is…”"Joe…" Adrian repeated the name of the man he had sent back to Norway.He had painstakingly cared for her and waited anxiously every day, but Clara igno
"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything!" As everyone left her alone in the room, Clara squeezed her head tightly. "How could I not remember that I was married to the owner of this house?"Clara shook her head, unwilling to be consumed by her thoughts. She reached for her phone, intending to manage her social media influencer business. But when she found it, she discovered the screen was cracked. "How could this happen? Maybe my phone is broken!"She kept pressing the power button on the side, but her phone wouldn't turn on. Clara growled, frustrated. Damn! She needed her phone. How could she manage her social media accounts without it? Her account already had millions of followers, and she had a lot of products to promote. Without a phone, she would lose a lot of money."This can't be, I need a new phone. But where's my bank card? I'm going to get out of here and buy a phone." She looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a small table in the corner. There was a vase with
Clara and Adrian arrived at the lavish and crowded birthday party, filled with businessmen and socialites. Adrian introduced Clara as his wife, causing a stir among the guests. Whispers filled the air, and Clara felt uncomfortable in her role, feeling like a mere decorative ornament. Was Adrian deliberately doing this to show off his power? Adrian noticed the unease in Clara's eyes, but he couldn't deny the allure that simmered within her. In his eyes, Clara was a breath of fresh air. He felt the need to delve into her soul and romantically clasped her waist, making the atmosphere even more awkward. What was this? Clara felt displeased, but the man tightened his jaw, signaling that she had to play his game. He whispered, "Everyone here brought their partners, I hope you don't cause a scene." Clara snorted coldly. "Hey, you two, aren't you thirsty?" They both turned as a woman approached, offering them drinks. "You?" The woman and Adrian pointed at each other's faces in unison.
“Good heavens! It’s morning already.”Clara woke up to find herself still in the car. The sunlight was blinding. She turned to her side and saw Adrian still asleep in the driver’s seat.“Why are we still here, Adrian?” His eyes flew open at the sound of her voice, and he rubbed his face.“Lara, I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”“You didn’t take me home?”Adrian scratched his head, trying to figure out how to answer.“I…”“Where’s my bag?” But as she tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through her lower body. “Ssh…”“Lara, are you alright?” Adrian helped her shift, and Clara didn’t resist his touch.Her eyes widened, feeling strange as she noticed a red stain on the seat. ‘This isn’t the time for my period, why…’ Her brow furrowed, a question forming in her mind.But Adrian found her bag first. Clara covered the stain with a handkerchief from the small pocket of her bag. “Adrian, I need something… but could you step out for a minute?”“Alright…” Adrian obeyed, his heart pounding with anxiety
Louis wasn’t driving himself home. He’d opted for a cab, pulling up in front of a bar he hadn’t visited in ages. Stepping inside, the place was a whirlwind of young, reckless revelers and dancers grooving to the thumping DJ music. He weaved through the crowd, grabbing a drink the moment he spotted an empty stool.“Louis! What the hell are you doing?” Lucas appeared, his voice sharp, as he caught sight of his twin brother knocking back shots of hard liquor.“Louis, have you lost your mind? Your wife’s waiting at home, and you’re here, getting plastered?”Lucas tried to snatch the shot glass, but Louis held firm, his voice surprisingly calm. “Why the rush? Let’s relax and drink this stuff until we’re happy. Don’t worry about the cost.”This was getting out of hand. Louis wasn’t usually a drinker; this change was unsettling. Lucas needed to get him out of there before the alcohol did more damage. “Damn it! How do I even contact Mischa? My phone’s still in the car.”“Still want to wa
Louis’s words hung in the air, sharp as a threat. Mischa wondered if the woman with the long nails and platinum blonde hair was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them. Giselle watched the woman discreetly. When Louis excused himself to make a call, Mischa casually pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it, the acrid smell of tobacco instantly filling the room. Giselle coughed. "Excuse me, but this is a non-smoking area. There's a sign right over there."Mischa glanced at the sign Giselle indicated, then rolled her eyes. "And I care?"Giselle took a deep breath, composing herself. Just as Louis returned, Netty's doctor emerged from the room. "Doctor, how is my sister-in-law?" Giselle asked anxiously."She's still unconscious. We'll be monitoring her hourly. Please, try to stay calm."Louis was about to enter Netty's room, but Mischa stopped him. "Can't we just go home? You've already done so much…" Her plea hung unspoken in the air."No! Can't you see someone's life is
TimeBack at his apartment, Mischa tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She glanced at the clock. "It's 2:00 AM."She sat up, leaning against the pillows, blinking sleepily, then checked her phone – still dark. Her breath hitched. Louis was going to see Netty. "I have to make sure Netty stays away from my husband," she muttered, a knot tightening in her stomach.She picked up her phone, intending to distract herself with social media. A post stopped her cold. Her husband was at the hospital!"This is weird. I need to find out what he's doing there."***2:05 AM"Ms. Netty needs type B blood. We're looking for donors…" Louis remembered the doctor's words to his sister, Giselle. He decided then and there to donate."Excuse me, doctor, I'm here to donate blood…" Louis knocked before entering the doctor's office."Come in…"He was calm, but worry etched his face."Your name?""Louis Halle.""Since you're close to the patient, are you willing to donate?" the doctor asked, observing
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
Frustration, anger, and pent-up emotions boiled over after a failed plan. Louis vanished without a trace after that day, disappearing from circulation and ignoring all calls, both business-related and from his parents.His mind was consumed by the desire to apologize to Netty. If he went to her house and asked her family about her, would they tell him? But what if Netty wasn't home?He could barely imagine what would happen if he found out Netty wasn't home. Although he had called her several times, there was only a forwarding message.He spent his days alone, exhausted, without a confidante to vent the frustrations that had been building for days.Today, Louis unknowingly stopped near Mischa's family home. Before getting out of the car, he sat contemplating, murmuring, "I wonder how Mischa's doing?"Suddenly, he thought about the woman he admitted he didn't love at all. His expression was somber. Should he see Mischa now? Doubt clouded his eyes, but what would he say if he did?It
The whispers followed Giselle like a shadow. "They say she never got her mother's love, not even as a baby," one voice hissed. Another chimed in, "Really? Where'd you hear that?" Giselle’s cheeks burned. The judging stares felt like knives. But the whispers died down abruptly as a figure appeared – Alessandro, her husband. "Al-Alessandro..." breathed the gossips. Their attention shifted back to their shopping, the initial purpose of their visit to Giselle’s grocery store. Alessandro’s arrival transformed Giselle's frown into a radiant smile. Serving her customers, she was noticeably more relaxed. Alessandro, however, watched her with a tender gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. Netty, noticing this exchange, chuckled softly. Despite the storms they’d weathered, Giselle felt incredibly fortunate to have him. And now, cradled in her arms, their beautiful baby boy, Leon, completed their picture. Once the last customer left, Giselle
"I'm sorry Louis, let me think for a while longer, and if that time comes, I'll see you soon..."The next day, Netty prepared for her departure. However, she still believed that the only place for her to calm down was her family. "Netty, you have to take care of yourself there. I feel like an irresponsible person for letting you go alone. You must understand my situation right now, right?" Louis could not leave the company at that time, especially since his parents were so adamant about keeping him in the company. "Louis, why has your expression changed? Lucas suddenly appeared to awaken the man from his reverie. But Louis was still silent, so Lucas continued. "You and Netty were already considered to look like lovers, but why did you let her go?" His gaze turned cold at his twin brother. "Stay out of my business, you don't deserve it!" Finished speaking, Louis immediately left there with the burden of thoughts that were stuck in his mind about last night's incident. He acciden
"Taraa…!" A little boy presented Netty with a bunch of fresh, beautiful lilies. His offering coaxed a smile from her, and she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, sweetie. Who told you to give me these?"The boy flashed a gap-toothed grin, then produced a beautifully packaged food box with a little note attached. (Don't forget to eat the food right away!)Reading the note, Netty looked back at the boy—but he was gone! Poof!Where did he go?She searched the immediate area, but the little guy had vanished. Weird!Shrugging it off, Netty prepared to leave. That's when Louis appeared, a smirk playing on his lips. "So? Did you get your bouquet?"Netty frowned, looking down at the flowers in her hand. "So, this was your doing?"Louis nodded slowly. "Do you like them?"He started to respond, but then—bam!—a near-identical version of himself materialized, greeting Louis with, "Long time no see, Louis. How's it going?"But his face was sour. Louis clearly wasn't thrilled about this guy'
A suspicious figure was seen driving a car and stopping at the end of the road, acting strangely.The driver then steered the vehicle towards a dilapidated warehouse. A small telescope was in their hand, a smirk playing on their lips. This was seriously shady!The driver got out of the car, removed their glasses, and stood in a hidden corner, producing a wad of cash from atop the car's hood. "Here's your payment, as agreed. Five million should be enough. Count it yourself."The hired man opened the bag containing the money. Seeing the bundle intact, the bald man with a tattooed arm smiled contentedly. "Alright, I guess I don't need to count it. I trust you, anyway." He grabbed the bag with a jarring laugh, quickly silenced."Cut it out, unless you want to get us both busted," the driver threatened.The hired man gave a thumbs-up. "Then I'm outta here. You should scram too."A harsh grunt was heard—Mischa. After recognizing Netty, she'd investigated the girl's background, digging th