She didn't have many belongings in this temporary home, but everything in sight was completely destroyed. All her clothes had been shredded into rags, and even the furniture provided by the landlord wasn’t spared. Chairs and tables were smashed, and the stuffing from the sofa was scattered everywhere, making the place look like a disaster zone.She was certain that whoever did this wasn’t after money—there was hardly anything valuable in the apartment. This was pure revenge. But who could it be?She used to think the building’s security was pretty decent, but she had only lived there for less than two months before something like this happened. Furious, she went down to the lobby to confront the receptionist and called the police. When the police arrived, they checked the surveillance footage. It showed three burly men posing as maintenance workers. They wore their caps low, making it hard to see their faces. The receptionist was new and had let them in w
A flash of red sped past, and Lena hesitated about calling for help, but she had just escaped from a car moments ago, and her fear was still fresh. She walked along the main road, trying to get her phone to turn back on, but it was dead. Suddenly, the red car reversed and stopped in front of her. A man stepped out quickly, his expression serious, slamming the car door shut as he asked, “Why didn’t you say anything when you called...?”Alaric stopped mid-sentence.Lena’s hair was a mess, covering half of her face. She had a frown, but in the one visible eye, he saw fear and unease. There was a clear mark on her cheek, left by someone’s tight grip, and her shirt was torn open at the front. She held a phone with a cracked screen in her scratched and bruised hand, and her legs bore cuts of varying sizes. Alaric couldn’t bear to look any longer. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “Get in the car first.”The warmth of the jacket s
Two days later, Hawthorne Construction sent someone over again. This time, it wasn’t just a department manager, but Stellan himself. Given that he had come in person, Alaric couldn’t just kick him out directly. Instead, he sent the head of the purchasing department to meet with him, instructing the manager to keep his answers vague and avoid giving any concrete response about buying materials.Alaric thought the hint was clear enough, but then his secretary came in with a message: "Boss, he says he wants to see you personally. He claims he has some good news to share.""Idiot."Seeing Alaric’s irritated expression, the secretary asked, "Shall I decline for you?"Alaric spun his pen, initially intending to say yes, but then changed his mind. "Let him in."He wanted to hear what this "good news" was about firsthand.Stellan’s family company used to supply Lena’s family business, but since her company had collapsed, they were now lo
Since seeing Stellan, Alaric hadn’t been able to shake the unsettling mood weighing on his mind. After finally wrapping up work for the day, he returned to his hotel room at 10 p.m. He owned an apartment nearby, but this hotel had only recently opened, and he wanted to keep a close eye on it for a while, checking for areas where service could improve.He leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. Suddenly, a scent of soap hit his senses, and he opened his eyes abruptly.Directly above him, a pair of wide, clear eyes stared down at him. His heart skipped a beat—he’d completely forgotten someone else was staying in his suite. He started to sit up, only to bump into her leg by accident. Her knee gave way, and she lost her balance, toppling forward and falling right onto him.“Ah!” Lena exclaimed, closing her eyes instinctively. But instead of the expected pain, she felt herself caught in a solid, warm embrace. Somehow, the feeling seemed strangely fa
It's strange. For days now, Lena hadn't heard anything from her parents. No good news, no bad news—nothing at all. She even checked with Diya, who confirmed that she had been monitoring her messages every day and found nothing.Her heart sank. The remaining fifteen million in her account had been temporarily frozen. When Diya learned that Stellan had wrecked her home, she was shocked but said there was nothing she could do. All she could ask was where Lena was staying and if it was safe. Lena replied that she was at the Taurus Hotel and would be lying low there for the time being.Two days later, Diya reached out again, saying she wanted to have dinner with Lena. Since Lena had been holed up in the hotel for almost a week, and it was just a three-hour outing for dinner, she eventually agreed after Diya's persistent invitations.But the moment she stepped out of the hotel, a man grabbed her. She wasn’t far from the entrance and was about to shout when the man spoke: "Lena
The memories halted, and the person in his arms was stiff as a board."You look really ugly when you cry," he said on purpose, though she didn’t look ugly at all right now. Her eyes were red, her nose was red—just like the rabbit she had kept all those years ago.Lena’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t argue back, didn’t scold him. That only made Alaric more nervous. Her once-dry tear ducts were now moist again. The previously empty corner was suddenly filled with people, and to any onlooker, it seemed like he was bullying her.Alaric regretted getting involved. He wondered just what had hit Lena so hard that she was crying like this. Her current behavior didn’t resemble her at all. Even when he kept his arm around her waist, she didn't react or pull away.Carefully, he moved his hand, and a teardrop the size of a bean rolled down her cheek. He froze. Then, his hand returned, patting her back gently as he turned his face away, feeling awkward. After a long moment, he c
Lena greeted each of the senior management team members one by one, while the rest of the employees had already received an internal email about the new CPO’s arrival. The entire building was buzzing with gossip all day about the new arrival, especially since she had been a frequent face in the news recently. Seeing her in person only fueled the chatter.Lena's office was set up on the same floor as Alaric's, about a two-minute walk away. The reasoning was that it would make discussions and decision-making more efficient. "So why is it just me and him? What about everyone else?" she asked her new assistant, Iris.Iris was a recent graduate who had been with the company for only six months. She replied, "I heard the others felt it was too stressful working so close to him, so they all asked to be moved to different floors."Lena wasn’t surprised; she had heard similar comments about herself at her old company."By the way, who else is in the Project Development and Ma
"Lena, why didn’t you contact me yesterday? I was worried sick about you all night." Lena stared coldly at Diya’s "late" message, feeling a chill pass over her. She couldn’t help but find Diya’s performance both amusing and pitiful."When did you get involved with Owen?" Lena shot back.The message was read, but there was a long silence. That kind of silence often speaks louder than any excuse. If Diya had just told her from the beginning that she liked her brother Owen—even though Lena thought he was a nearly thirty-year-old slacker—she would have given them her blessing if it made Diya happy.The only reason Diya wouldn't tell her was because she was plotting with Owen or doing something that would harm Lena’s interests. It all made sense now, from the family’s financial troubles to Diya’s excuse of her parents not allowing them to meet. Lena had thought Diya’s usual naivety was genuine, but it turned out everyone around her had hidden motives...Two days passed, a
Lena glanced at Alaric, who hadn’t moved a muscle. Lowering her eyes, she swiftly swung her legs off the bed. “Forget it. I’m not thick-skinned enough to hog your bed. I’ll just—”As she brushed past him, her dress lightly swept against his leg. In an instant, Alaric’s hand encircled her waist, pulling her back against him. Her back pressed against his rising and falling chest, and even through the fabric, she could feel the heat emanating from his legs, now supporting her seated on his lap.Her breath hitched, and a gravelly voice murmured by her ear, “Be honest, were you thinking about sleeping with me?”The words were nearly the same as before, but the tone was completely different. The air had shifted. Lena’s heart pounded chaotically. She
Lena’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her head, finding Alaric standing there, hands in his pockets, a playful smirk on his face."Finished most of that coffee, huh? Aren’t you worried it’ll keep you up even more?" he teased.A small flicker of relief washed over her, but she quickly masked it, turning her head away with a huff. Of all things, he’d managed to track her down and call out her excuse. She lightly touched her cheek with her fingertips, glancing upward. "And what about you? What are you doing down here? How’d you even know I was at the café?""You’re afraid of ghosts, so obviously you’d stay somewhere well-lit," he said matter-of-factly, taking a seat across from her."
Lena ignored the architect's puzzled look. After carefully studying the drawing, she looked up and said, “This design is solid, no doubt. But I do have a question—when designing this linear layout, did you take the impact of wind direction and sunlight on the residents into account? Considering we’re by the seaside, it’s a crucial factor.”The two architects froze, seemingly caught off guard. Lena's focused gaze bore into them, prompting a response after a brief pause. One of them replied, “We’re addressing it by enhancing window sealing. As for the wind direction…”The other quickly added, “We’ll reassess the building’s orientation to see if adjustments are needed.”Lena nodded slightly before pointing out, “Another thing—I n
When Lena got home, she leaned against the wall, taking several deep breaths. She was terrified that if she’d walked any slower, the words “Do you want to come up for a bit?” would have slipped out of her mouth.She kicked off her heels, tossed her bag aside, and buried her fingers in her hair, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you, Lena? Have you lost your mind?” she muttered, scolding herself. Her hair became as disheveled as her thoughts. She couldn’t let herself repeat the mistake she made last time—getting drunk and accidentally sleeping with him. No way. Not again....Even if his physique and skills were—Stop!She hurried into the kitchen and gulped down some ice water. The sudden
Cassian quietly stepped out of Tessa’s room. “Sorry about that—she fell asleep.”Lena guessed as much. “Her love for naps hasn’t changed one bit since she was a kid.”He sighed. “Exactly. I told her to finish just two pages of homework, and not even an hour later, she passed out at her desk.”Lena chuckled. “See? You do spoil her.”“What can I do? She’s my only sister.” He shook his head with a helpless smile. “Next time, I’ll invite you over earlier and cook for you to make up for tonight.”Lena’s eyes lit up. “Really? You better tell me in advance then, so I can skip dinner the day before!”
As soon as Lena entered Cassian's apartment, a teenage girl, around 14 or 15, came running out of the hallway. Her curly auburn hair matched Cassian's.Lena froze for a moment. The girl she remembered as barely waist-high had suddenly grown so much taller."Brother, you're back!" Tessa exclaimed, throwing her arms around Cassian. He gently patted her head—a habit he had with younger girls. "Look who’s here," he said, gesturing toward Lena.Tessa turned her head curiously and said, "Huh? Who’s this pretty lady? Is she your girlfriend? She looks familiar."Lena chuckled, "I’m not your brother’s girlfriend. But do you remember how you used to run to my house whenever your brother scolded you and you didn’t want to go home?"
Alaric picked up his phone, glanced at it quickly, didn’t type a single word, and put it away again. His expression turned two shades colder than before.Emma tried to keep the conversation going, but he clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk. His replies grew noticeably shorter.Thinking he might just be overworked and tired, Emma reminded herself of the research she had done before this blind date. Alaric had managed a large company at such a young age, and that alone had earned her admiration before they even met. She didn’t want to let go of such a high-quality match.The main course was finished, and dessert was served. Emma picked up her dessert fork but didn’t take a bite. Instead, she said, “I know you’re here because, like me, your parents pushed you into it. Honestly, I hate this kind of thing, t
"Alright, I’m heading out." Alaric placed his napkin on the table, getting ready to stand up.A hand reached across the table and gently pressed down on his.“Alaric, you just got here. You haven’t even warmed the chair and you’re already leaving?” It was Alaric’s mother, Daisy, speaking. She had been pestering him for ages to come home, and now that he finally showed up for dinner, she wasn’t going to let him off so easily. "It’s Friday evening—surely you don’t have anything urgent to do? Stay a little longer.”“I have a few reports to review for Monday’s meeting,” Alaric replied, pulling his hand back as he stood.Mrs. Winfield, not wanting to confront her son directly, redirected her frustration toward her husband, Albert. “Look at you! You handed over the company to him so early, and now he’s too busy to have a life of his own.”Albert was busy staring at his phone.Irritated, Daisy snatched it away.Startled, Albert blinked in confusion. He had been
On Thursday afternoon, the meeting was in full swing.The special meeting focused on the project The Corner in Zone 2, unlike the regular Monday meetings. Lena brought three of her deputies, striving to push for an extension on the project’s delivery deadline.Lena presented her reasoning for why the project required more time than initially planned. She pointed out discrepancies in the early calculations and emphasized the importance of execution quality. “Since this is the company’s first build-to-rent project, I firmly believe we should prioritize quality,” she stated.Alaric, however, disagreed. “The schedule has already been delayed due to previous repairs. There’s no room for further extension. I need to see this project completed by the end of January next year.”His tone was resolute.“Rushing the delivery will lead to inevitable flaws and affect our future leasing potential. Please reconsider quality as a priority,” Lena urged.“No. Our marketing cam