"How did you end up here, Amora?"Julia Brown's voice echoed loudly through the room. Her eyes were sharp as she glared at Amora, who returned the same look.Julia had just come out of her room after her afternoon nap and was shocked to find Amora standing in the middle of her living room."It seems Aunt Julia isn’t happy to see me here," Amora sneered, deliberately provoking her."Who allowed you into this house?!" Julia snapped again. She glanced at several servants who approached after hearing her shout."Um, I think she came in with Mrs. Alberta," answered one of the younger servants.Amora had never seen her before. Most of the servants who had worked in the house had been dismissed by Julia, who felt they didn’t meet her standards, even though those servants had served Gilda Orlena faithfully for years.Amora’s lips curled into a sinister smile. She walked slowly toward Julia, then stood before the older woman with an air of arrogance."You don’t need to bother blaming anyone, A
Julia clenched her teeth tightly, her anger boiling within her. She wanted to get up and retaliate for the slap she received, but her waist ached, and her cheek felt like it was burning."Mom!"Amora’s attention shifted to a young woman who had just entered from outside. The woman was Bianca Lysander, Julia’s daughter and Amora’s cousin.Bianca hurried to her mother and supported her. "Mom, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.Julia didn’t respond, her gaze fixed coldly on Amora, causing Bianca to follow her stare.“Amora? How are you here?” Bianca asked in confusion, finally realizing the cause of the commotion in the house.However, Amora didn’t respond to her question. The man who had entered with Bianca captured her attention.Chris Walden froze at the sight of the woman who had once captured his heart seven years ago. His eyes, filled with longing, gazed intensely at Amora.They stared at each other for five seconds until Julia’s voice broke the moment.“Amora, look at your shamel
"Of course, it's not true. Why would I do that, Dad?" Julia quickly denied.She didn’t want to admit anything. She didn’t want her father-in-law to find out what she had been secretly doing behind his back."It seems like she came here just to stir up trouble, Father," Julia added.Charlie only gave Amora a sharp look. His expression was very neutral as if he was hiding something in his mind.Before Amora could explain further, Julia spoke again in a condescending tone to cover up her wrongdoing, "If you’re having money troubles, there’s no need to be ashamed. Just say it straight. Maybe I or Grandpa would consider helping you out."Amora rolled her eyes in annoyance."Your acting just gets better and better every day, Julia. Why don't you try auditioning for a movie? You might make it," Amora mocked the drama Julia was putting on in front of them.Julia’s jaw tightened. With fire in her eyes, she said, "If you need money, just say how much you need, Amora! Don’t go around falsely acc
Julia could no longer tolerate the insults Amora was throwing at her and her daughter. She ordered one of the servants to call security, but Amora stopped her.“There’s no need for that, Julia. I’ll leave on my own. I hope we never have to meet again,” Amora said.Julia clenched her teeth. She stood up and ordered a servant to drag Amora out of the house, but Amora resisted and pushed the servant to the floor.“Don’t force me to do more than this, Julia. Do you think humiliating me and stepping on me will make me leave this city as you wish? Don’t count on it,” Amora said with a cold smile.Julia chose not to respond, not wanting to arouse suspicion from her father-in-law or son-in-law later.“Do you think I’ll just stand by and let you keep doing things behind my back?” Amora said again, her voice icy.She glanced at Alberta, who was standing by the kitchen door, looking worried. Alberta wasn’t sure how to intervene and was afraid of getting involved, knowing Julia’s temper, especial
"I want you and your men to follow them. I’ll transfer the payment to your account," said Charlie to the person on the other end of the phone.After giving his instructions, Charlie ended the call. He placed his phone back on the table and gazed out of the window.A week ago, Charlie had been recommended a private investigator by a business associate during an annual meeting. He received the contact of a paid spy who could help him investigate any case.Initially, Charlie wasn’t interested in using such services, but now he felt the need to uncover the secrets of those around him.Three years ago, Charlie had handed over his company to his son, Mario Lysander, and since then, he hadn’t been deeply involved in the business.However, over the past year, Charlie had been hearing complaints from company executives about Mario’s excessive spending on unnecessary things.At first, Charlie thought his son might need the money to make changes within the company. But with the growing number of
"How come you're here? Don’t tell me this is just a coincidence."Amora glanced at Regis, who was driving beside her. A while ago, he had suddenly pulled up next to the bus stop and called her to get into his car.At first, Amora wanted to refuse, but thinking about the little money she had left in her pocket, she chose to accept the free ride. Besides, there was something important she wanted to discuss with Regis."It’s not a coincidence," Regis admitted openly."So, you followed me on purpose?" Amora asked, narrowing her eyes. She didn’t expect Regis to confess to something she found inappropriate.Regis gave a slight nod, focusing on driving.Amora let out a long sigh. "Don’t you have anything better to do, Young Master Lorenzo?""This is part of my job," Regis replied indifferently.Amora rolled her eyes, and silence fell between them, making the atmosphere a little uncomfortable. Even though there was something she wanted to talk to Regis about, she didn’t know how to begin.Amo
"Sorry, Sir. What did you say?" Amora asked, furrowing her brow.Just as Regis had given his response to Amora a few seconds earlier, a passing car honked loudly at the car in front of them, so Amora didn’t hear what Regis had said clearly.Regis, however, let out a sigh of relief. The honk had snapped him out of the foolish words he had just blurted out. He couldn’t believe he had made such a spontaneous confession.When Regis had looked into Amora’s beautiful, shining eyes, the words had slipped out of his mouth uncontrollably."Sir Lorenzo, can you repeat that? I didn’t…"“There’s no repeating. I never say the same thing twice,” Regis interrupted nervously. He quickly moved his hand away from her chin and turned to look out the car window to calm the pounding in his chest.“What? Why not?” Amora protested, becoming more curious. Regis had looked so serious when he gave his answer, but unfortunately, she hadn’t heard it.“You didn’t insult me just now, did you?” Amora guessed suspic
Regis’s car had just arrived at the hospital entrance when Mark swiftly came to greet him.“Thank you, Mr. Carter,” Amora said as Regis’s assistant opened the door for her.Mark gave a small nod.“What happened to your arm, Mr. Carter?” Amora asked, noticing the bandage wrapped around Mark’s arm.Mark was wearing a short-sleeved hoodie, giving him a casual appearance, since this wasn’t a work-related visit.“It’s just a small accident, Miss,” Mark replied, giving her a small salute before quickly moving toward Regis, who had just stepped out of the car.Regis handed the car keys to Mark. Without needing to say anything, Mark understood his task.Regis hurried after Amora, who had already walked ahead. With long strides, he caught up with her. Their presence together immediately caught the attention of hospital visitors and staff, but Regis ignored the looks.How could he not stand out? Dressed all in black, from his top to his pants, Regis exuded a mysterious, sexy aura that captivate
“Order 210!”A café employee repeatedly called out an order number, but no one came to claim the coffee."Miss, isn't that your order?"The man standing next to Biana in line snapped her out of her daydream. She quickly glanced at the receipt in her hand, which matched the number being called."Oh, my gosh! Thank you, Sir," she said, blushing as she hurried to the counter, embarrassed by the sudden attention from the café patrons.Lost in thought, Biana hadn’t even heard her order being called."Sorry about that," she apologized to the café employee before quickly leaving the pickup line.Her face looked worn out that afternoon. She was still dealing with a hangover from last night’s drinking.In desperate need of coffee to restore her energy and clear her mind, she decided to visit the café. Even though it was a day off for most office workers, that luxury didn’t apply to Biana.There were no breaks for her. She still had to design promotional banners for Eternal Bliss, a task assign
Amora gasped. Flashes of last night’s events—her reckless treatment of Regis—suddenly resurfaced in her mind.She bit her lower lip, shocked at her own audacity to press her finger against his temple."Is that why you're mad at me?" Amora asked anxiously, her eyes flickering to Regis’s lips, which were slightly swollen from her bite the previous night.Reaching out, she gently touched his lips. "I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to bite you. Does it still hurt?"Regis didn’t respond. He simply walked out of the walk-in closet as Amora reached for some ointment to treat his lips.After grabbing the ointment, Amora hurried after him. "Regis, you know I was drunk, right? Surely you’re not taking that seriously?"Still, Regis didn’t answer. He put on his suit and left the bedroom.Amora followed him outside, frowning as she noticed how quiet the penthouse was. Yet, all the mess they had made in the bar and kitchen last night had been cleaned up.She figured Regis had probably asked someone to tidy
The sun shone brightly outside Regis’ residence, its light streaming through the bedroom where Amora lay, slowly rousing her from sleep.“It’s already morning,” Amora murmured, lifting her hand to block the blinding light hitting her eyes.“How did I end up in bed?” Amora muttered, wincing as a sharp pain throbbed in her head.Flashes of last night’s silly games with Estelle and the others darted through her mind. Regret instantly swept over her—she had drunk way too much, and now her body felt completely wrecked.“This is all Estelle’s fault,” she grumbled.Amora tried to sit up, but the pounding in her head forced her to stop.“What the hell happened?”Her eyes widened as she took in the state of her room: complete chaos. What shocked her even more was realizing she wasn’t wearing any clothes.“I-I … last night …?” Amora stammered, struggling to piece together the fragments of her hazy memory.Her gaze roamed around the bed and floor. She spotted Regis’ shirt crumpled nearby, its bu
Amora's slender finger traced the curve of Regis' lips, once again igniting a burning desire within him."You can't wait to touch me, can you?" Amora teased with a mischievous smile, noticing Regis' nervous gaze.Before Regis could respond, Amora pressed her lips gently against his. Regis' eyes widened in shock, but soon they narrowed with a deep, intense gaze filled with untamed passion.Annoyed by his lack of response, Amora bit his lower lip, forcing him to open up for a wilder, more heated kiss.A sly smile tugged at the corner of Regis' lips. He couldn't help but feel elated that Amora was working hard to satisfy him—something he'd been yearning for.Still holding Amora like a baby koala clinging to him, Regis carried his wife toward their bedroom, which was about to become the stage for their passionate encounter.He let Amora devour his lips greedily and returned her kiss with equal intensity. Their exchange continued until Amora broke the kiss, breathlessly.Regis' chest heave
"Amora, you're drunk," Regis said, turning his face away from his wife.Regis was trying his best to control the wild storm raging inside him, but Amora only tightened her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies even closer.The bar stool Amora was sitting on was tall enough that her height now matched Regis, who was standing in front of her."Amora, you should go wash your face. I think you've had too much to drink," Regis suggested, hoping she wouldn't notice how hard his heart was pounding."I'm not drunk. Who said I was drunk? You're the one who's drunk," Amora muttered, slurring her words. She slapped his shoulder repeatedly, annoyed by his constant accusations.Tilting her head slightly, Amora cupped his face and added, "Why do you have two faces, Regis? Since when did you become two-faced, huh?"Regis sighed, exhausted. "That’s a sign you’re drunk, my love. Come on, let’s go to the room," he urged, trying to lead her away.But Amora shook her head vehemently. "No! I don’t wa
“W-what do you choose, Amora? Truth or dare?” Estelle asked nervously as Amora kept staring daggers at her.“I choose ...,” Amora sighed long before continuing, “truth.”“So ... what's your answer?” Regis pressed eagerly, clearly impatient to hear his wife's response.Amora didn’t really want to answer. Giving an answer felt like admitting something she wasn’t ready to say out loud. But she knew she couldn’t dodge the question forever.“I ... I prefer your kisses,” Amora confessed, her voice barely a whisper.“Wow!”Estelle squealed and jumped up and down in excitement. In her enthusiasm, she accidentally strangled her husband, Gino, who flailed until she quickly let go.“Sorry, Honey! I just got carried away because I'm happy to hear that Amora has really moved on!” Estelle beamed at Gino, clearly thinking Amora was still hung up on Chris Walden.Amora’s face turned bright red like a ripe tomato. “B-but this doesn’t mean I’m giving you the answer you wanted back then, Regis.”Regis's
"Playing? This looks more like getting drunk?" Biana blurted, frowning at the small glasses lined up before her.Estelle wagged her finger. "Nope! This isn't about getting drunk. We're playing truth or dare.""Wait, where are you going? I haven't explained the rules yet," Estelle protested when Xavier stood up and walked away."I'm not playing. I'm going to check on Ray and Kimmy," Xavier said, waving as he walked off. Of course, he was just looking for an excuse to escape the game. He bolted before Estelle could stop him."Coward," Estelle muttered, pouting. She called out to Xavier, "Fine! But take care of the kids, okay?"Xavier gave her a thumbs-up as he walked away."I-I'll go too. I can help him watch the kids," Biana said, standing up.But Estelle grabbed her arm. "Oh no, Bia. You and Mark are the main characters of this game." A sly smile crept across Estelle's face.Amora sighed quietly, already guessing Estelle's true intentions—to dig up information about Biana's relationsh
“What the heck, guys? I-I wasn’t serious about getting married anytime soon. I was just joking. Don’t take it so seriously, okay?”Biana tried to lighten the mood ruined by Xavier's teasing while showing that she was unfazed by the banter from her colleagues. However, she hadn’t expected Xavier to reject the idea before she even got a chance to respond.Biana’s gaze landed on Mark, who was still laughing. She shot him a sharp glare.“And what are you laughing at, Mr. Carter? Have you forgotten you're single too? You should be more worried—you’re not getting any younger. Unlike me, who still has plenty of time to be picky,” Biana retorted, unintentionally taking a jab at Regis's assistant.Biana had tried hard not to lash out at Mark. She hadn't even expected him to be at the dinner tonight. If she'd known, she would have skipped it altogether.Biana couldn't forget how Mark left her stranded in the parking lot last night after they shared a ride.Despite giving him a lift to his desti
"Mom, I'm taking Kimmy for a tour around the place," Rayden said as he approached his mother.The boy had just finished his meal and wanted to show Kimmy Moonstone, his classmate and Estelle’s daughter, around their current residence."Alright. Take good care of Kimmy, okay?" Amora reminded him before her son left the dining room."I can't believe Ray, the boy Kimmy talks about every day, is your son, Amora," Estelle said, smiling after the children were out of sight."I had no idea either! No wonder Kimmy's face looked familiar. Her smile is just like yours," Amora responded as she took a bite of her pasta."I’m shocked too. Turns out my biggest competition is your son, Regis," Gino added with a playful grin.For a long time, Gino had tried to win the heart of his wife’s daughter. But ever since Kimmy started school, she would come home talking about a certain boy, instantly dethroning Gino in her little heart."You're jealous of a little kid? Seriously?" Estelle teased, pinching her