Andrine's questions made Alysha now thinking twice. Aren't they actually going into the Holland family mercy? Alysha has been announced dead. But what then? who she is? what will be her future from here on? Her medical study? a future job? She was not alone right now. She has another responsibility. Her little sister Andrine. Neil Holland is actually offering a good future for them, or is he actually pushing them into a dark secret web?
After returning from Jarl palace. Ivan leaned back, taking a deep breath as he watched his nephew fuming beside him, Bjorn’s fists clenched in frustration. The boy was only seventeen, but already he was obsessed with finding "his woman," convinced she was somehow hidden away by Neil Holland. Ivan felt a strange mix of amusement and exhaustion. Bjorn, barely out of his teens, dreaming of marriage, while Ivan himself—thirty years old, unbound by anything resembling commitment—remained single and indifferent to the thought.“There are twenty-one girls in the Jarl family,” Ivan muttered, still in disbelief. “And every one of them looks nearly the same. Same long orange hair, same pale skin, same willowy figure.” His brows knitted in frustration as he ran through each encounter in his mind. “But none of them looked like her. She was… different.” The memory of that night flashed through his mind, the girl’s features burned into his memory in ways that haunted him, tugging at something he d
Ivan leaned back, swirling his drink slowly, a glint of intrigue in his gaze. “And when you do bring her here, what exactly do you expect will happen, Bjorn?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of a challenge. “Do you think that’ll be the end of it?”Bjorn barely heard his uncle’s words, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities. “I don’t care,” he replied defiantly, his eyes blazing. “All I know is, she’s mine. And everyone will see it.”With that, Bjorn turned on his heel, already marching toward the door, oblivious to the complexities and dangers that lay ahead. Ivan watched him go, a small, almost rueful smile on his lips. Young, reckless, and absolutely unprepared for the storm he’s about to unleash.As the door closed behind Bjorn, Ivan exhaled, shaking his head. “Good luck, kid,” he murmured to himself, amusement fading as he considered the chaos his nephew might very well bring to their doorstep.The answer was painfully simple, a truth Ivan had known but never spo
Ivan drained the last of his drink, the realization settling over him like a sudden flash of light. That wild, reckless boy had more depth than he’d given him credit for. Bjorn’s erratic behavior, his constant talk of bringing his “woman” to Suegra state—it all made sense now. Bjorn wasn’t just infatuated; he was driven by a primal fear. A fear that someone might take her before he could claim her properly, before he could bring her under the Suegra name and secure her place in his life.Ivan finished his drink and stood up, finally understanding the real reason for Bjorn’s obsession. Bjorn wasn’t just chasing after some random girl. He was driven by something more serious—fear. Bjorn wanted to make sure no one else would go near the 13-year-old girl he’d set his eyes on, worried that if anyone else touches her, the family would never accept her as his future wife.Ivan realized Bjorn’s desperation wasn’t about being impulsive; it was about protecting someone he cared about. Bjorn wa
In Jarl Palace.Ivan flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his shoe with a deliberate motion. His sharp blue eyes bore into Karol as he made the offer that hung heavy in the air. "2 billion dollars," Ivan said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. "For your two daughters."Karol’s breath hitched, the staggering amount of money leaving him momentarily speechless. His gaze darted to Ingrid, who was equally stunned, her jaw dropping as the reality of the situation crashed down on them both. 2 billion dollars… such an unimaginable sum. It was enough to change their lives, to solve every problem they’d ever had. But at what cost?Karol, still reeling, tried to muster a response. "But we—" he began, his voice trembling.Before he could finish, Bjorn’s voice cut through the room like a whip. "You dare to argue with us?" he roared, his young face twisted with anger. Karol flinched at the outburst, his heart pounding in his chest. Bjorn, not even 18 years old, radiated a dange
Bjorn’s face turned red with fury, his hands shaking violently as he glared at Karol. "How dare you!!!" Bjorn roared, his voice breaking with rage. His eyes flicked around the room, his mind clouded with vengeance. "I will crush your entire palace!"Without warning, Bjorn lunged forward, his hands grabbing whatever he could reach. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as he hurled a vase across the room, its pieces scattering like jagged stars. His rampage was just beginning. He stormed toward a nearby cabinet, his powerful hands gripping the wood before he tore it apart with a loud, splintering crack. Karol and Ingrid stood frozen, watching in helpless horror as their palace descended into chaos. Each item Bjorn destroyed felt like a piece of their world being ripped away. The chandelier above them swayed violently as Bjorn slammed into a table, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound of splintering wood and breaking glass mixed with the heavy, frantic breathing of the en
Meanwhile, In Holland mansion.Neil’s suddenly blasted inside of Alysha and Andrine’s room.His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Andrine. "You talk way too much, Andrine!" he snapped, his voice sharp and full of authority.Andrine remained silent, her expression unbothered. She didn’t care about Neil’s anger, nor was she afraid. Her defiance only deepened the tension between them.Alysha, sensing the rising conflict, glanced nervously at Neil. She could feel the weight of his presence, and her heart raced in anticipation of what he would say next."You have no idea what your sister has done with her life!" Neil continued, his voice biting and cold. "She can never go to Armin! He will never accept her."Andrine, undeterred, shot back, "How do you know? She must talk to him."Neil’s anger flared, and he roared, "You seriously talk too much! I will not let you stay with Alysha anymore. You are poisoning her brain!" His frustration boiled over as he glared at Andrine, his patience ru
Neil's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin as Andrine stood her ground with defiant sharpness. "I will send you to the USA alone, Andrine," he said coldly, his words laced with frustration.Andrine, however, was not fazed. Her eyes met his with equal intensity, refusing to back down. "I’m a kid," she responded, her voice steady. "How can I go alone there? I need a guardian."Neil blinked, momentarily taken aback by her quick thinking. The girl was far too clever for her age, and it was clear she wasn’t going to let him have his way without a fight."I have people there for you," Neil said, his tone sharpening as he tried to regain control of the conversation.Andrine's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Your servants will raise me? Do you think I’m an orphan?" Her words stung like a whip, and Alysha, watching from beside her, felt her heart skip a beat. The tension in the room thickened, and she could see the storm brewing in Neil’s eyes.Neil clenched his jaw, the muscles in h
Alysha remained where she stood, her entire body numb as she stared at the door, horror widening her eyes. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her mind spinning, her heart heavy with disbelief. The world she had known was crumbling before her eyes.Andrine quickly moved to her side, cupping Alysha’s face in her small hands. "Someone sent another man into your room, right?" she asked softly, her words filled with certainty.Alysha’s eyes widened as she looked at her sister. "What?" she breathed, taken aback."I heard them talking," Andrine continued, her voice calm but filled with quiet determination. "I think Seraphina did it."Tears began to roll down Alysha’s cheeks as the weight of Andrine’s words settled in. The truth was too painful, too shocking to bear. "What?" Alysha choked, her voice barely audible.Andrine’s eyes remained steady as she held her sister close. "Don’t listen to Neil Holland, Alysha," she said firmly, her words filled with fierce resolve. "Go to y