Inside their luxurious room, Isabella sat in front of the makeup mirror, polishing her face quietly. Occasionally, she glanced at Damian who was sitting on the sofa with an annoyed expression. "What do you mean she refused?" Isabella's voice was shrill when Damian finally told her the bad news. Damian rubbed his face roughly. "The admin said they don't accept private orders. I tried offering any price, but she refused." Isabella snorted loudly, putting down the lipstick in her hand roughly. "No way! I'm sure that Queen Elisabeth is just selling out. Doesn't she know who I am? I'm your wife, Damian! They should be honored if I wear their jewelry." Damian gave her a sharp look. "You think your status can buy you anything? Queen Elisabeth has her own rules, and she doesn't care who you are!" Isabella rose from her chair, approaching Damian with a face full of anger. "Then you're going to let her reject us just like that? Are you my husband or not? You should be able to get what
Nathan sat in his chair, one hand resting on his chin while his gaze was glued to the computer screen. However, his mind wasn't there. Repeatedly, he tried to focus on the financial report in front of him, but the scene kept replaying in his head. That kiss. It was brief, unexpected, but somehow left such a deep impression. Nathan let out a long sigh, trying to push his thoughts away, but it was as if something was tying him there. Damn it, why was he still thinking about it? It was just an accident. But still... Nathan got up from his chair, walked over to his office window, staring out at the cityscape with an expression that was hard to interpret. He couldn't be like this. Elena was just his employee. Nothing more. Nothing more... right? Meanwhile, in the design room, Elena was busy with some documents in her hands. She still felt her face burning whenever she remembered what happened in Nathan's room earlier. "Am I crazy?" she muttered under her breath. She sho
Isabella sat on the sofa of her luxurious home, a look of irritation on her face. In her hand, the cell phone she had just used to contact Tamara was still vibrating softly. She typed a message angrily. Tamara: [I'm sorry, Miss Isabella. Miss Queen Elisabeth cannot take your order because her schedule is very tight. She currently has many other projects to attend to].Isabella's eyes rounded, then without thinking, she immediately replied. Isabella: [What do you mean? I paid three times as much! Are you refusing that much money?!]There was no instant reply from Tamara, making Isabella's blood boil even more. Isabella: [Tell that designer to make a design for me! I want special jewelry from Queen Elisabeth!]A few seconds later, a reply finally came through. Tamara: [I'm sorry, but this decision is final.]Isabella stared at her phone screen with bated breath. Her anger boiled over, and she violently slammed her phone on the floor. BRAK!Damian, who had just entered the livi
The doctor looked at Elena with a calm expression as he straightened his white coat. "There is no serious problem, Miss Elena. You're just tired. Make sure to rest more and don't overexert yourself." Elena breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Doctor." Nathan, standing by the hospital bed, folded his arms across his chest. "Exhausted, huh?" his voice was flat, but the look in his eyes was full of reprimand. Elena glanced at the man briefly and then looked away. "I'm fine." The doctor smiled slightly. "Stay careful, Miss Elena. You're pregnant, so don't take fatigue lightly." After getting the all-clear, Nathan drove Elena straight to her apartment. Although his mouth didn't say much, his gaze and demeanor clearly showed that he was still annoyed with Elena for being so careless in taking care of her health. When they arrived at the apartment, the door was immediately opened by Olivia and Katty. Both of them looked happy when they saw Nathan standing next to their Mommy.
That morning, Elena was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her three daughters. The smell of toast filled the small room. Katty and Delya were already sitting at the dining table, waiting enthusiastically. However, Olivia was still standing by the kitchen door, her face looking glum. "Olivia, why are you so quiet? Come on, have breakfast," Elena said as she put the plate on the table. Olivia bit her lip, then looked down. "Mommy..." her voice was low, almost a whisper. Elena stopped what she was doing and looked at Olivia carefully. "What's wrong, honey?" Olivia took a deep breath, then looked at Elena with teary eyes. "There's a family event tomorrow at school. All my friends are coming with their moms and dads..." Elena immediately understood where this was going. She gently rubbed Olivia's head. "Honey, Mommy can come with you." "But my friends say that Daddy has to be there too..." Olivia squeezed the hem of her shirt. "Mommy... can you ask Daddy to come?"
That night, Elena stood in front of Damian's door. Her hands were shaking, not because of the cold, but because of the chaotic feeling. She knew very well how Damian and Isabella were, but for Olivia's sake, she had to put her pride aside. With a deep breath, Elena knocked on the door. Soon, the sound of steps approached, then the door opened. Damian stood there, dressed in a casual T-shirt and pants, his face looking tired and a little annoyed to see Elena in front of him. "What else?" he asked coldly. Elena swallowed. "I want to talk." Damian sighed harshly. "When it comes to the kids, we're divorced, Elena. I have no obligation whatsoever-" "It's about Olivia," Elena cut in quickly. Damian rolled his eyes, then huffed. "What now?" Elena bit her lip, fighting back the embarrassment that was starting to creep up on her. "There's a family event tomorrow at her school. She wants her father to come." Damian gave a short, sarcastic laugh. "And you expect me to come?" El
Nathan came out of the bathroom with a slightly red face. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward about what had just happened. Elena stood by the table, equally awkward. She avoided Nathan's gaze, fiddling with her own fingers, trying to ease the uneasiness in her chest. Nathan took a deep breath, then finally said, "Sorry." Elena turned her head. "For what?" Nathan rubbed his face. "I got carried away. I shouldn't have..." He trailed off, then looked at Elena. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Elena was silent for a moment before shaking her head softly. "It wasn't just you. I was wrong too, Mr. Nathan. I... I enjoyed your touch too, and that... shouldn't have happened." Nathan felt his chest pounding at Elena's words. He stared at her silently, trying to read the expression on her face. "Elena," Nathan finally stepped forward, unconsciously pulling Elena into his arms. Elena widened her eyes. "Mr. Nathan-" "One thing I want to know," Nathan whispere
Elena looked at the cheerful face of Olivia who was jumping up and down beside her. The school program was over, and the smile on her eldest daughter's face made all the tiredness seem to evaporate. Nathan walked quietly beside them, one hand holding the large teddy bear he had given Olivia. "How about lunch," Nathan said, glancing at Elena, who was still a little awkward after Olivia's statement. Elena smiled and pulled out her cell phone. "I'll call Tamara first. Katty and Delya can't be left for too long." She typed quickly and put the phone to her ear. Soon, Tamara answered. "El, relax, I can take care of them. In fact, Katty was teaching Delya to dance on TikTok just now," Tamara said with a laugh. "Seriously? Geez... well, I'll leave them for a while. I'll be back shortly after eating." "Take it easy," Tamara said in a soft voice. After hanging up, Elena turned to Olivia and Nathan. "Tamara said Katty and Delya are safe. So... let's eat?" Nathan nodded. "I happ
"WHY did the CCTV suddenly break?!" Elena's voice echoed in the quiet teacher's lounge.One of the school's IT staff looked down nervously. "I don't know either, Miss Elena. This morning it was still all on. But this afternoon, the recording of the gate section suddenly became unreadable. It looks like an error in the system.""Error?" Elena groaned in frustration. "So the only clue as to who took my child away is that they just disappeared?"Alva's homeroom teacher tried to calm her down. "We're really sorry, Miss Elena. But we think that man was sent by Noba Elena to pick up Alva.""Never mind!" snapped Elena, her eyes starting to turn red. "never obey anyone these days! It's kidnapping! KIDNAPPING!"Pale-faced, Elena rushed out of the teacher's lounge. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her cell phone from her bag. She immediately dialed Tamara's number."Tamara! Listen to me carefully. Alva... Alva is missing. She's been kidnapped," Elena's voice shook, barely catching her breat
Elena's car drove slowly through the afternoon traffic. A classical song played softly from the car speakers, calming her mind that had been busy imagining Alva's face. Today Elena had promised to pick up her son herself, something she rarely did these days due to the busy schedule at the boutique. "Alva will be so happy to be picked up by me," she murmured with a smile.She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. There was still ten minutes before the school bell rang. Elena accelerated her car a little, trying not to be late. Suddenly, from the direction of the sidewalk, an old woman with a plastic shopping bag crossed the road without looking left and right. Elena reflexively hit the brakes hard.Ciiiittt!The car stopped just a few centimeters from the old woman's body."Oh my!" Elena opened the door and got out. "Grandma! Are you okay?"The old woman looked startled, stood rooted to the spot in the middle of the road, then suddenly burst into loud crying."Ouch... ouch, my leg
Isabella threw her sunglasses onto the floor of the room, causing the glass to shatter. Her breathing was ragged, her face red with anger that had yet to subside."How dare Damian slap me! In front of that bitch too!" she muttered through clenched teeth.She walked back and forth in the room, ruffling her half-done hair. Shame, anger, and hurt all mixed together in her chest. Damian's voice came back to her, defending her... but not for her. For Elena."He prefers that woman... just because Elena gave birth to the Lancaster heir?"Isabella held back the tears that were about to fall, then suddenly her eyes caught the screen of her cell phone on the table. She picked it up quickly, opened the contacts, then pressed a name she hadn't called in a long time.The call connected."Yes?" the heavy voice on the other end answers."I have a job for you," Isabella said quickly, coldly."How much?" the man asked, matter-of-factly."I want you to kidnap a little boy. His name is Alva. He's about
"Nathan, didn't you come home earlier?" Elena asked softly, still in the man's arms. Her voice was barely audible, tucked between the beating of a heart that was beating too fast.Nathan sighed, slowly released his embrace and looked at Elena softly. "Yeah. But you left your phone in my car," he said, indicating the cell phone Elena had left on the passenger seat. "And somehow I don't feel right."Elena gave a small nod, then reached for her phone with trembling hands. "Thank you."They looked at each other. An instant felt like a long time. Time froze.Nathan sat beside her, still keeping his distance. But there was something in the air that was getting thicker-tension, unbearable emotion, and feelings they had been keeping quiet."Elena..." Nathan called in a low voice, almost a whisper. "You know what? I can't stop thinking about you."Elena turned her head slowly. That look - sharp yet gentle, longing yet restrained. In that instant, all the defenses she had built up crumbled bit
The sky was darkening as the clock struck seven in the evening. The city lights came on slowly, and the cool night air crept in through the window gaps. Elena had just finished feeding Alva, while Delya was busy with a toy on the floor. The bell rang. Elena frowned, not expecting visitors at this time of night. She walked quickly to the door and opened it. The figure of Nathan stood there, neat, dashing in a dark suit that framed his body perfectly."Hi," Nathan greeted, with that signature smile that somehow always managed to make Elena's heart beat faster."Nathan?" Elena was a little startled. "What's wrong, you didn't say you were coming?"Nathan lifted a small box from behind his body-a bunch of lilies and white roses. "I wanted to take you to dinner," he said, hopefully. "I've already booked the place. Would you like to?"Elena reflexively turned her head inside the house, towards the children playing. "I can't. I can't just leave the kids.""You go, Elena, let me take care of
Elena was still silent. Her face was flushed, not just from the kiss, but from the follow-up kiss Nathan had just planted on her neck-hot, deep, and surprising."Aahh..." the sigh escaped her lips, making Nathan smile a little. The smile of a man who knew he had touched something that could no longer be denied."Elena," Nathan's voice was husky, almost a whisper. "I've put a love token around your neck. You are mine, Elena."Elena turned her head quickly, her eyes widening slightly. "Nathan...""You don't have to answer now," Nathan said softly. "But don't tell me you don't feel it."Elena's body began to overheat. Her heart was beating so fast, her mind was in turmoil. Half of her wanted to kiss back, to touch Nathan's face, to let her lips trace his neck.But Elena just bit her lip, trying to hold back.She raised her right hand to touch the lapel of Nathan's suit, then lowered it again. She turned quickly toward the window. "I have to go inside. Bara is still waiting for me.""Elen
"Elena, I-" Nathan's voice was almost drowned out by the noisy conversation inside the restaurant, but his eyes radiated something Elena couldn't ignore.Elena frowned, confused by the man's expression. "What is it, Mr. Nathan?"Without answering, Nathan grabbed Elena's wrist and pulled her gently but firmly out of the restaurant. Elena was slightly taken aback by the sudden action."Nathan, what do you want? I still have to-""Just for a minute," Nathan cut in. "I can't stand to see you sitting with that guy."They stepped out onto the wet sidewalk. Nathan opened his car door and looked at Elena with an unusual look in his eyes. "Get in, please."Elena hesitated for a moment. But finally she got in, letting Nathan close the door and sit on the driver's side. They were silent for a few seconds. The rain pounded on the windshield in a quiet rhythm."Elena," Nathan finally spoke up, still staring straight ahead. "Who is he?""Who?" Elena asked back, knowing who he meant."That guy at th
The rain was still falling when a man in a dark gray suit got out of his black car. Nathan walked into the restaurant where he had promised to pick up his mother, Mrs. Sonia, who was meeting an old acquaintance. He'd just finished a board meeting at his company, but his mind wasn't entirely there-for some reason, lately his thoughts had been lingering on one name: Elena Whitmore. As soon as the restaurant door opened, Nathan caught sight of a familiar figure sitting by the window. Not his mother. It was Selena. With a man, the woman was laughing softly, their shoulders almost touching. Her hand clutched the cup, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.Nathan's brow furrowed. His heart raced-not out of blind jealousy, but because something inside him refused to take the sight for granted."She said Selena said she had a project this morning," Nathan murmured quietly."Nathan?"A soft, graceful voice interrupted his reverie. Mrs. Sonia approached him with a tired but gracef
After the meeting with Miss Shera, which went smoothly despite Damian's chaos, Elena chose to sit for a while in a small restaurant not far from the previous cafe. The place was quiet, the music soft, and the aroma of coffee mixed with vanilla soothed her foggy mind.She sat in the corner, staring blankly out the window. Her hand stirred the jasmine tea without really intending to drink it. Her mind still returns to Damian's pleading face-the face she once fell in love with, now inviting only disgust and anger."Even if he kneels in front of the whole world," Elena thought sharply, "I won't forgive that bastard. Everything he destroyed... can't be rebuilt with a ring and a sweet promise."She took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the tightness in her chest. One thing was for sure, her life was much better without Damian. And today was just a small reminder of how far he had come."Excuse me... Elena Whitmore?"A warm baritone voice jolted her thoughts. Elena turned quickly, and her