The corners of Regis’s lips curved slightly. “Of course, there is. I’ll never forget how you treated me like a disposable escort,” he teased.Amora was stunned and stammered nervously, “I-I already told you, I was just scared you’d—”Regis smirked. “Come after you to kill you?” he interrupted, deliberately provoking her.Amora’s face went pale instantly. She could never forget the fear she felt back then.“Sorry, I was just kidding,” Regis chuckled lightly.Amora clicked her tongue in annoyance. “That’s not funny, Regis. Honestly, did you actually want to kill me?”“If you had asked me back then, I probably would’ve said yes.”Regis’s sharp gaze made Amora uneasy. She regretted asking, but Regis continued, “After our intimate night, I got into an accident that left me in a coma, and I lost some of my memories.”Amora’s jaw dropped. “You mean … you don’t remember that night?”Regis nodded. “My memories were a mess for the past seven years, but now I think I’ve finally pieced everything
The sound of running water echoed faintly from behind the glass shower door. Moments later, Amora stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. She quickly dried her hair and began her meticulous routine of applying makeup and styling her hair.Amora walked into the walk-in closet and picked up the dress that Nicky Lambert's assistant had just sent her this morning. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in front of her.A satisfied smile curled her lips as she observed how the black metallic sequined off-shoulder dress hugged her curves perfectly.The knee-length cut not only made her look stunning but also added a touch of undeniable allure. She deliberately left her wavy hair loose to enhance her bold appearance.Tonight was a special occasion: Chelsea Harrison’s engagement party. Amora intended to attend and present an exclusive gift as a show of her "concern" as a former best friend.The corners of Amora's lips lifted in a cunning manner. She looked at herself in the mirror
[Where are you now?]Amora smiled faintly as she read the incoming message from her best friend, Estelle Mauverick. Estelle was clearly impatient, eager for the big surprise she had planned.Amora replied, [I just arrived. Enjoy the food first.]She put her phone away as Albert opened the car door for her."Thank you, Mr. Parker," Amora said politely.Albert nodded and bowed slightly in response."I’ll call you when I’m done. Meanwhile, double-check the delivery status of the gift. Make sure to inform me as soon as it arrives," Amora instructed Albert."Understood, Ma’am," Albert replied, standing firmly to ensure Amora entered the venue safely.They were outside a luxury hotel where the prestigious Rowan family was hosting an engagement party for their eldest son, Gilbert Rowan, and Chelsea Harrison of the well-known Harrison family.The media presence was notable, with cameras flashing to cover the high-profile event. Some of the journalists were undoubtedly there under Estelle's di
The corners of Amora’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. She fixed her gaze on Miranda’s husband with a condescending glare.Anger boiled in her head. She wanted nothing more than to slap that pufferfish-like face of his, but she restrained herself, trying to stay composed.Her purpose in attending this event wasn’t to make more enemies, but to pay back Chelsea. Unfortunately, Amora couldn’t just sit idly by while being insulted and treated like slut by the man standing before her.“Looks like he needs a lesson,” Amora thought to herself.She hadn’t planned to waste her time on trivial matters, but she figured Jordan Ramirez wouldn’t stop bothering her if she didn’t act.A sly idea suddenly crossed her mind to deal with the sleazy man. Her fingers fiddled with her phone for a moment, she then slid it back into her handbag.With calculated indifference, Amora plucked a single cherry garnish from the top of her cocktail and bit into it in a mesmerizingly graceful motion.Jordan’s face g
Jordan Ramirez was utterly shocked when the man who suddenly appeared claimed to be Amora's partner. He immediately recognized the man—none other than Noel Ritter.Amora was still in a daze, stunned by Noel's unexpected arrival by her side. It had been a long time since she last saw him, and she never imagined Noel would show up at the event.His presence was a lifesaver. On top of that, Noel's appearance tonight was very eye-catching with his tuxedo which Amora had never seen before."My apologies, Mr. Ritter. I didn't know she was your partner. This must be a misunderstanding. I hope this issue won't disrupt the main event," said the event organizer, recognizing Noel as an important guest from the Rowan family.Noel ignored him, his worried gaze fixed on Amora. "Amora, are you alright?"He had no idea what she had been through. The moment he entered the ballroom, his attention was drawn to Amora, who was being humiliated by an unfamiliar woman in front of the guests.Without hesitat
Noel's intense gaze made Amora's cheeks flush with a soft blush. She could easily understand the meaning behind his stare. Although Noel hadn’t voiced his feelings, Amora’s heart knew well enough that he harbored affection for her.Yet, Amora never gave him even the slightest chance. She didn’t want to be an obstacle to Noel’s future. In her eyes, Noel Ritter was a man of impeccable manners and character.Noel had a bright future ahead of him and came from a well-respected family. Amora couldn’t bring herself to drag him down by starting a relationship with her—a single mother.Especially now, her status had changed. She was a married woman. Amora had no intention of creating any scandal that could disgrace her or Regis.Although her marriage to Regis hadn’t been publicly announced, Amora didn’t want to stir up any trouble.Her current life was much better than before, and she didn’t want to ruin it. She believed Noel would find the right woman who could love him wholeheartedly.A sof
"Congratulations, Miss Harrison. May your wedding with the young Mr. Rowan take place soon."The stream of congratulations continued as Chelsea entered the grand ballroom. She maintained a radiant smile, nodding her thanks while scanning the room.Chelsea was elated. Today marked a pivotal moment that would change her life forever.As the newly recognized fiancée of the Rowan family's heir, her status would elevate, and everyone would treat her with even greater respect."Do you see her, Glo?" Chelsea whispered to her best friend, Gloria Barclay, who walked beside her. Maintaining her smile, Chelsea waved at several guests who greeted her."She's over there, Chelsea," Gloria replied after spotting the person they'd been searching for.Earlier, the two had been in the waiting room, snapping photos with friends when Gloria received a call from Miranda. The emotional call, punctuated by Miranda's sobs, described an incident that had just unfolded in the ballroom.Gloria relayed the disjo
Amora’s hazel eyes widened in shock as she stared at Noel, who was smiling sweetly at her. She wanted to deny everything, but doing so would label Estelle as a liar and humiliate Noel.Her eyes scanned the room nervously. She was deeply worried that some press member might capture this moment between her and Noel. Yet, she had no choice but to play along with Noel’s act.Hearing Noel’s direct confession, Gloria felt like a fool standing in that ballroom. When her parents introduced her to a competent and handsome potential fiancé like Noel, she had already developed feelings for him and eagerly anticipated meeting him today.But she had never imagined that her hopes would be crushed before they could even take flight.“Why are you still going through with this arrangement if you already have a girlfriend?” Gloria asked, her voice trembling.“I’m sorry, Miss Barclay. I can’t go against my father’s wishes,” Noel replied apologetically.Then, with a gentle look at Amora, he continued, “I
"A-Are you joking, Mr. Carter?"Biana doubted Mark's words for a moment, but the serious look on his face told her he wasn't lying."Sorry, please continue," Biana muttered, adjusting her expression and listening intently.Mark sighed and continued, "I was raised by a remarkable mother. I never knew who my biological father was until I turned eighteen."He explained that after investigating, he discovered his father was a high-ranking official notorious for exploiting women who caught his interest."When I confronted him and demanded he take responsibility for what he did to my mother, he insulted me. He accused me of being trash looking for a handout and even called my mother a disgrace after what he did to her."Outraged by the insult, Mark couldn't control his anger. He killed the man with his own hands and faced criminal charges for it. However, his mother took the blame, claiming responsibility for the crime and threatening to end her life if Mark confessed.She sacrificed hersel
"That's impossible, Mr. Carter." Biana couldn’t accept Mark’s statement.“Clearly, we were in that situation together. How is it possible for a single man and woman to be in the same room and do absolutely nothing?” Biana whispered nervously, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.“Do you think anything has changed with you?” Mark asked, trying to assess the situation.Biana was taken aback. She had never been intimate with anyone before and didn’t know what it would feel like afterward. Aside from the soreness in her body and a throbbing headache, she didn’t notice anything unusual.When she woke up earlier, she had hurried out of the room, unwilling to show her embarrassing state to the man.“It seems you really don’t know anything,” Mark muttered with a wry smile.Biana pursed her lips in annoyance. “What makes you so sure we didn’t do anything last night?” she asked skeptically.“I checked the scene. There’s no evidence that we did anything, Miss Curtiz,” Mark explain
“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