Armin’s mind raced. He knew his brother was prone to reckless behavior, often acting without thinking. He also knew that Bjorn’s obsession with this mystery woman was pushing him toward dangerous actions. But now, with all eyes on them—the police, their parents, everyone—Armin, a skilled and calculating lawyer, understood that handling this situation required careful strategy.He forced a smile, trying to ease the growing tension. “Really, Bjorn? A beautiful woman, you say?” Armin’s tone was light, almost amused. “Then we must find her, right? We’ll get to the bottom of this.”Bjorn nodded eagerly, completely taken in by his brother’s calm demeanor, not realizing Armin was already working to defuse the situation. Armin turned his attention to Garry, who was still struggling to recover from Bjorn’s brutal attack, blood dripping from his lip. “So, where is Neil Holland?” Armin asked sharply, his voice now carrying a subtle edge of authority.Garry, wincing in pain, shook his head. “I do
The room got a little tense as delicate steps walked down the grand staircase.Seraphina appeared, her face pale, her wide, teary eyes searching the faces of those in the room. She had heard enough from upstairs to know something was wrong—terribly wrong. Her gaze landed on Armin, but instead of the man she had just shared an intimate moment with, she saw a side of him she had never imagined—calculating, cold, and dangerous. Her heart raced in her chest, her breath shallow as she processed the words she had overheard."Armin..." she choked, her voice trembling, struggling to find clarity amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "What are they talking about? Your wife?" Her eyes, filled with confusion and fear, searched his face for an answer. "I am your wife, right?"Gabriel and Lilian, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, exchanged cold, venomous glances with each other, their gazes then locking on Seraphina with a hatred so palpable it thickened the air. They had never liked
Ivan sat back in his leather chair, his fingers resting on the edge of the Jarl Project file he’d been about to open when Samuel, the Suegra security chief, entered the office with a look of urgency. Henry and his men exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the weight of whatever news Samuel was bringing.Samuel’s face was tense as he addressed Ivan, his words deliberate. "Mr. Anderson, your cousin Gabriel Rodriguez has asked for your help."Ivan's eyes narrowed with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “What’s the matter? Is everything alright?”Samuel shook his head gravely. “No, sir. It’s your nephew, Bjorn. He’s done… substantial damage, wreaking havoc across Suegra State. Especially in the nearby village.”A shadow crossed Ivan’s face, and he rubbed his fingers along his lips, thinking. Of course. No one could control Bjorn, the family’s wild card, their “young prince” with a storm raging inside him. Ivan had warned Gabriel many times that bringing Bjorn into Suegra State would be a d
Bjorn shook his head, frustration twisting his face. “No one believes me, Uncle,” he said, his voice breaking with anger. “Maximilian was my best friend—I knew his secrets. He told me himself that he wasn’t focusing on his studies because he never planned on joining his father’s business, or taking over the Holland empire. He told me he had no interest in any of it. He was going to join the military instead.”Ivan exchanged a glance with Henry, who raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Bjorn, are you sure?” Henry asked carefully, his voice calm. “Did you actually see him join? See any evidence?”Bjorn shook his head, gritting his teeth. It was clear he had no hard proof, only the word of a former friend, and he knew that wasn’t enough for most people. It was no wonder they doubted him—he could see it in their eyes. But his instincts told him he was right.Ivan leaned forward, his voice low and steady, pressing Bjorn to think carefully. “Then how can you be so certain, Bjorn? What if Maximili
Henry handed the iPad to Ivan, his expression tense. Ivan’s eyes scanned the screen, and his breath caught, his chest tightening as the information sank in. Holland Hospital in Boston. It wasn’t just a hospital; it was a fortress, a sprawling empire in its own right. Half private, half government-funded, with access to resources he could scarcely believe. This wasn’t just a facility—it was an entire operation.“When the hell did this happen?” Ivan muttered, his voice low and laced with shock.The details on the screen were staggering. Holland Hospital wasn’t just any hospital; it was a massive, self-sufficient complex, housing a state-of-the-art medicine lab, a top-tier medical school, and a high-security research center. The place was so vast it was practically its own village—a carefully constructed empire, guarded by layers of influence and power. And Neil was right at the center, with government connections backing his every move. The resources he had there went far beyond the Hol
Erica gasped audibly, her body jolting with the revelation. She clutched her chest, stepping back instinctively, her eyes darting from Alysha to Neil, who stood beside the bed. Her gaze was full of disbelief, the weight of the words hitting her like a physical blow."No..." she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. Her eyes widened even more as they locked onto Neil, who could only offer a helpless nod in response. Tears began to well up in Erica's eyes, the reality of what she had just heard sinking in."But Alysha is married to..." Erica stammered, her voice cracking, unable to complete her sentence as tears began to spill down her cheeks. The enormity of the situation was overwhelming—Alysha, Armin’s wife, was pregnant, and not with her husband's child, but with his uncle's. A scandal of monumental proportions.Alysha kept her gaze on her hands, her fingers trembling as they rested on her stomach. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if every secret she had tried to keep hidden had
Alysha Jarl sat waiting in the dimly lit luxury of her five-star hotel room, her heart a relentless, wild rhythm. This was her wedding night, though it felt like something out of a strange dream. The room—lavishly prepared with golden lights casting shadows across plush furniture and a bed adorned in layers of silk—only made her feel more alone, more aware of the fact that she was waiting for a man she had never met.Her new husband, Armin Rodriguez Suegra, was a mystery to her. She hadn’t seen him, not even in photos, yet tonight she was supposed to meet him for the first time. Their marriage was just ink on paper, a contract arranged by the Suegra and Jarl families, sealed with signatures for the sake of power, legacy, and alliance. And here she was, dressed in a gown of white lace, feeling both like a bride and a stranger in her own life.Outside, the sound of footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, growing closer.Just then, the faintest sound—a soft click—echoed through the su
The morning light filtered through the curtains, Alysha slowly opened her eyes, her body still nestled against her new husband's chest. His arm held her securely, his breathing deep and steady, lost in the depths of sleep. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a protective cocoon.Carefully, she shifted to look up at him, taking in his features for the first time in the soft morning glow. Her heart swelled with unexpected happiness. She had never anticipated her husband would be this handsome. His strong jawline, the soft waves of his hair, and the faint lines that etched his face gave him an air of mystery and maturity that she hadn’t expected. Alysha smiled, feeling a strange warmth blossom in her chest. But as her eyes lingered on him, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. He looked much older than she had imagined. She was only 18, and her husband, Armin Rodriguez, was supposed to be just five years older than h