Amora’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. She struggled to keep up with Regis’s pace as he walked ahead, still gripping her wrist tightly as if afraid she’d run away if he let go.“Sir, stop! It looks like he’s not chasing us anymore,” Amora said, panting heavily.Amora glanced back and saw that Felix Wright wasn’t following them as she had feared. She figured there was no need to keep running, especially after Regis’s threats.However, Regis kept walking and pulling Amora along. She had hoped he would let her go.“Sir!” Amora called out louder than before, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to match Regis’s stride.Finally, Regis slowed down and stopped. They were now in a parking lot with a shiny, luxurious car parked nearby. Amora guessed it belonged to him.“Please let go of
"What do you want?"Amora asked Regis directly, without any preamble. She didn’t intend to lie to him about her identity anymore.Based on her research on the Lorenzo family through the internet, Amora knew that Regis had full power to easily obtain information if he wanted to. It wouldn't be wise to stick to her lies.Regis didn't answer Amora's question directly. Instead, he glanced at Mark, who had just exited the cafe.With just a brief glance, Mark understood what his boss meant. He took out his car keys, pressed a small button to turn off the car alarm, and unlocked the door.Regis smiled with satisfaction, then opened the back door of his car and said to Amora, inviting her inside, "Get in, Miss.""Why do we have to talk in the car?" Amora replied suspiciously.Regis shrugged nonchalantly. "No problem if you want to talk outside, but I don
‘So he remembers everything now? What should I do? Should I confess?’Amora bit her lip hard. She didn't know how to respond, except to admit everything she had seen seven years ago.But various negative perceptions filled her mind, doubling her fear.‘But what if... what if he kills me right here like he did back then?’The terrifying thought made Amora abandon her intention to confess. She didn't know how Regis would react to her admission. She worried he might get angry and involve Rayden."No need to be afraid, Miss Lysander. I want to discuss with you and ask a few questions about our beautiful memory that night," Regis said.Amora clenched her fists tightly. She was increasingly convinced that Regis remembered almost everything between them that night."Why? Don't tell me you have amnesia, Miss Lysander. I won't believe it. You know what happens if you lie to me."Regis subtly threatened Amora. He could see her deep hesitation. Although he wanted to know the truth from her lips,
Regis suppressed his smile. Slowly, he released his grip from Amora's hand and jaw, then briefly wiped his wet lips."It seems your lips taste the same as before. But kissing you felt like kissing a porcupine. Too stiff and painful," teased Regis.Amora glared at him. She wanted to curse, but instead, she exhaled in frustration."What's wrong with admitting it, Miss Lysander? Is spending the night with me that humiliating for you, hm?"Amora decided not to respond to Regis's words and gently rubbed her wrists, which had reddened from his grip.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Regis taking something out of his coat pocket, and then offering the shiny object to her."I suppose you haven't forgotten this, have you?" Regis asked confidently."That..."Amora bit her lip before replying, "I don't recognize it."
“Do you think I don’t need to hold you accountable, Miss Lysander?”The deep, cold voice made Amora’s eyes widen. She didn’t expect Regis to say something so shameless.“What is there to hold me accountable for? Not reporting you to the authorities is already a kindness on my part. Plus, you took my virginity!” Amora retorted angrily.“You gave it to me, I didn’t take it without permission,” Regis corrected her.Amora’s hazel eyes widened again, then moved restlessly. She knew the man’s words were true, but at that time, she was under the influence of alcohol and aphrodisiacs, so she didn’t realize what she had done.“But, as a true gentleman, shouldn’t you have refrained from taking advantage like that?” Amora countered, irritated.“I’m not a hypocrite, Miss Lysander. Isn’t there no cat that would refuse when given a salted fish?” Regis’s remark made Amora’s face flush red with shock.She exhaled roughly several times. She was utterly exasperated dealing with Regis. She turned her fa
Seeing that Amora had left his young master's car, Mark, who had been waiting by the car, finally decided to get in. He felt uneasy, worried he might face his boss’s anger after seeing Amora's sour expression as she left.Mark guessed that the two had just had a fierce argument.“Young Master,” Mark greeted as he took a seat behind the wheel.Regis’s closed eyes opened again. He only gave a slight nod to his assistant.Mark’s forehead wrinkled. He felt relieved that his previous concern did not happen, but he remained cautious.“What about Felix Wright?” Regis asked about the man who tried to deceive Amora earlier.“He seemed very shocked earlier, but I’ve already asked him to submit his resignation as soon as possible,” Mark replied.Regis sneered. “He underestimated my warning back then,” he said.The issue regarding Felix Wright had become a particular concern for Regis. Previously, he had received a report from one of his subordinates about Felix’s abuse of power in managing his n
"Mom, please don't cry."Rayden hugged his mom, gently rubbing her back with his tiny hands."Thank goodness you weren't taken away, Ray," Amora squeaked, her voice muffled by her sobs.Rayden looked confused by his mother's words, but he sensed the worry in her tone."I am not going anywhere, Mom. I'll always be by your side," Rayden comforted his mom."Amora."Amora's sobs halted when she heard Emma Adams call her name. Slowly, she looked up and saw Emma standing there, looking concerned.Amora quickly wiped her tears, then stood up and walked over to Emma, staring at her with a worried expression."W-What happened, Mrs. Adams? Where did you come from?" Amora asked anxiously, still confused about the situation.Emma sighed softly and replied, "I don't know who did it either. But I just reported the problem to the nearest authorities. Your house is still in shambles. I didn't have time to clean it up earlier. Let's talk about this at my house instead, Amora."Amora agreed. She locked
"Do you know who's behind this, Amora?"Emma's face looked very worried. Amora guessed that Emma must still be remembering the terrifying experience she had when dealing with the rioters who had come to her house earlier."I don't know either, Mrs. Adams," Amora replied.Amora already had a few suspects in mind, but she wasn't too sure, so she had to lie to Emma.For the past seven years, Amora had never caused trouble with anyone. If she could avoid problems, she would. All Amora wanted now was to live peacefully with her son.However, some people didn't like her peaceful life, like Julia Brown or maybe Chelsea Harrison. Those were the two names that came to her mind when Emma asked that question."Really? Could they have mistaken you for someone else?" Emma asked again. She seemed to be deep in thought.A thin smile formed on Amora's lips. She couldn't give a definite answer to that either."What did we do wrong, Mom? Why are they so mean to us?" Rayden asked innocently.Amora turne
Seeing his wife’s confused expression, Regis suppressed a smile.“Are you playing tricks on me?” Amora asked, narrowing her eyes sharply.“No,” Regis replied with a small shake of his head. Then he added, “But earlier, you were mumbling in your sleep and called me ‘Oddie.’”Amora’s jaw nearly dropped in shock. She immediately looked away, guilt written all over her face. Her reaction only fueled Regis’s suspicion.Clearing his throat, Regis continued, “And … you hugged me because you were cold.”Amora was stunned again. She couldn’t believe she had said and done such reckless things while unconscious.Regis then recounted what had happened two hours earlier. He had just finished his bath and was ready to sleep, choosing to lie down next to Amora.But as soon as he settled beside her, Amora started mumbling, “Oddie…”Regis’s brows furrowed instantly, his expression darkening as she uttered the name of some mysterious “man” in her sleep.“Damn it! Who the hell is Oddie?” he muttered ang
Regis’ gentle voice was like a balm, easing Amora’s fear and replacing it with the warmth of his embrace. It was as if her anxiety had magically melted away.But then it hit her. Amora realized what she had done in the spur of the moment—clinging to her husband like this.“Oh no... why am I hugging him? This is so embarrassing!” Amora thought, mortified.To make matters worse, her face was resting against his broad chest. Regis was only wearing a bathrobe, and though the situation was awkward, Amora couldn’t deny his scent's comfort.Amora blinked repeatedly as she caught the rhythmic sound of a heartbeat in her ear.“Wait … is this my heartbeat or… his?” Amora wondered, her own pulse racing so fast it was hard to tell the difference.“How are you feeling now, Amora?”Regis’ voice snapped Amora out of her thoughts. She quickly pulled away, tilting her head up to meet his gaze with an unmistakable nervousness.“I—I’m feeling better. Thank you,” Amora murmured.“Really?” Regis’ face sti
“Ugh...” A faint groan escaped Amora’s lips. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her clear hazel eyes. But within seconds, her eyes squeezed shut again, shocked by the bright, piercing light flooding the room. She tried opening them again, this time cautiously, adjusting to her surroundings bit by bit. 'Where... am I?' she wondered, trying to piece together what was happening. Her pale lips twisted in pain as a pounding headache hammered her senses, leaving her helpless. Her tongue felt heavy, as though she’d lost the ability to speak, think, or do anything. Even moving a single finger felt impossible. She was utterly powerless, a lingering effect of the sedative still coursing through her system. 'What happened to me?' Amora cradled her head in her hands, struggling to recall the events leading up to this moment. Like fragmented movie clips playing out in her mind, flashes of what had occurred started to come back to her. 'Someone tried to hurt me!' Amor
Mark let out a long sigh. Biana's stubbornness was enough to frustrate him today. Yet, he still had to get her to leave, no matter what. “Miss Curtiz, even if you stay here, there’s nothing more you can do, is there? I hope you understand—it’s late now. You heard the doctor yourself earlier. She’s only asleep because of the sedatives. So there’s no need to worry anymore.” Biana’s sharp eyes stayed fixed on Mark. “But I can’t just leave her here alone. What if someone tries to harm her?” “Miss Curtiz .,.,” Mark exhaled wearily before continuing, “My Young Master will also be staying in this room tonight. He’ll take care of her. So ... just trust him with this.” Biana scoffed. “He’s the last person I’d trust. If he were trustworthy, Amora wouldn’t have ended up like this in the first place,” she snapped coldly. “This wasn’t within Young Master Lorenzo’s control either, Miss Curtiz,” Mark defended his boss, but his words only made Biana even angrier. “Miss Curtiz, thank you for you
"Give them an experience they’ll never forget for the rest of their lives," Regis instructed Albert over the phone.Regis’s face was cold, but he couldn’t deny that he felt satisfied with Albert’s performance in handling the task he had been given.His gaze drifted toward the night sky outside the large glass window that stretched up to the ceiling of the room. He was in the same hotel where the Rowan family engagement event had just taken place.Regis had deliberately chosen not to return to his penthouse. He didn’t want to make his son worry if he saw Amora, unconscious again. So, he decided to book a hotel room to wait for Amora to wake up from the drug-induced state."Once you’ve handled everything, come back and rest," Regis said, ending his conversation with Albert.After hanging up, Regis turned to Mark, who was standing behind him. "Has Dr. Blair left?" he asked his personal assistant.Earlier, Regis had asked Mark to contact a doctor he knew to check on Amora. He was concerne
"Mommy ...." Billie Baker was still crying.The boy only heard the mocking call to his mother, unable to understand what was happening in front of his eyes. Especially since his mother had no intention of offering him a hug to calm him down.Most people felt sympathy for Billie, the innocent child who had become a victim of his parents' selfishness.Estelle asked Gino to take the boy out of the room. She didn’t want him to witness any more of Chelsea’s wrongdoings.The video call from Andrew Baker had ended. Albert had disconnected the call after the man completed his mission.Meanwhile, Gilbert Rowan, who had heard all the terrible things about his fiancée, stood frozen. The man was completely in shock."Chelsea, is everything he said true?" Gilbert Rowan hissed, feeling incredibly foolish for being deceived by his fiancée.Now, Gilbert understood why Chelsea had been in such a rush to get engaged to him; she must have had an ulterior motive. He suspected that the woman was after the
“How’s it going, Chelsea? It looks like your life’s gotten so much better after leaving me.”The voice of Andrew Baker, Chelsea’s ex-boyfriend, echoed across the room. A disheveled man with a face scarred from burns, his sudden appearance left everyone stunned.“You’re really something, Chelsea. Living happily with another man after leaving me like this. Bravo.”Andrew’s words stirred an uproar in the room.“No! Please, this isn’t true. Don’t listen to him!”Chelsea’s voice was panicked, but no one paid her any mind. Especially now that Albert Parker had taken over the stage crew and sound system.Albert deliberately directed a spotlight onto Chelsea, exposing her expressions for everyone to see. Frozen in shock, Chelsea couldn’t muster another word as countless accusing eyes turned her way.She hadn’t expected this to happen. Moments ago, she was thrilled to hear Julia had successfully locked up Amora, her main source of anxiety. Yet she never imagined Estelle would also play a role
"Mommyyyy!"Billie’s wailing grew louder. The little boy sat on the floor, holding his broken lollipop, tears streaming down his face after a tumble.Estelle approached him, helping him up gently. She brushed the dust off his small knees, cleaned his dirty little hands, and blew on them softly.“Mommy…” Billie continued crying, calling for his mother.Estelle crouched to meet his eye level. “Do you know where your mommy is, sweetheart?”Without hesitation, Billie pointed with his tiny finger. All eyes followed the direction of his finger, landing on Chelsea, Gilbert Rowan’s fiancée, who stood frozen in place, her face pale.“W-who’s your mommy? Don’t just point at anyone!” Chelsea stammered, panic creeping into her voice.But Billie didn’t understand her words. Instead, he ran toward her. “Mommy, my lollipop fell,” he whined, tears flowing freely.Chelsea’s teeth clenched audibly. Her face turned crimson, and her eyes darted nervously around the room as murmurs began to spread among t
"Young Master … Lorenzo?" Estelle muttered in shock.Hearing his best friend's name mentioned by his wife, Gino's gaze sharpened as he fixed his attention on her, straining to catch every word of her conversation."Why are you the one calling me, Young Master Lorenzo?" Estelle asked, bewildered.She glanced at her phone again to confirm that the caller ID indeed displayed Amora Lysander's name, yet it was Regis speaking on the other end. Her husband's suspicions were right after all.Amora really was with Regis Lorenzo!Even so, Estelle wasn’t ready to take Regis's word for it. She had never personally met Amora’s husband before."Are you really Regis Lorenzo? As far as I know, he’s not here," Estelle said skeptically."Your husband can confirm that for you, Ms. Mauverick," Regis replied, switching on his camera to show his face to her and Gino.Once Gino confirmed his identity, Estelle was convinced. Regis quickly turned the camera off, given the noisy background on Estelle’s end, wh