All Chapters of She,His Enigma: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In the dim moonlight, his breath hitched as he reached for the doorknob, fingers trembling. The wood groaned in protest and the door swung open, revealing a room steeped in memories. there, on the wall, a faded photograph captured a moment frozen in time: a radiant woman beside a man, their smiles etched into the paper. But an ache in his chest told a story beyond the frame. His knuckles whitened, clenched fists trembling like fragile birds. The room's air thickened, anchoring him to the floorboards. His gaze fixed on the photograph fading with age, But words eluded him trapped in his throat, a silent plea. "Ellaya," he rasped, the syllables etching pain across his chest. His trembling fingers brushed the frame, a whispered against time's canvas. The curtains swayed, revealing an emptiness that echoed through his chest. The photograph clung to the wall, sepia hues softening the edges of memories. She, radiant in lace, defied the years. He traced her counters the curves of her cheeks,

"You, what are you doing here" The woman jolted awake and shouted at the person standing at the door. The man at the door stepped forward, his face etched with worry. "She is back... She is back from prison." her heart pounded in her chest."How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken." he shook his head, his expression resolute."No, my informant can't be wrong." His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety. With unsteady steps, he moved to the bed and wrapped his arms around the terrified middle-aged woman.She trembled uncontrollably, the breath coming in short, panicked gasped, Words failed her as the weight of he husband's revelation sank in. In the dark corner of the room, the woman in black sneered, her eyes glintered with disdain. She lurched away silently uninterested in the conversation behind her.She entered a vast library, the air thick with the scent of old books. Thousand of vol

The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. His tall frame, standing over six feet three inches, bore the strength of a bull, accentuated by angular muscles and prominent cheekbones, His jawline cut like a blade, and his lips seemed designed for passionate kisses. But it was his silver-grey eyes that held the most captivating allure-a blend of angelic grace and devilish intensity. As the light caught his black hair, it shimmered, adding to his enigmatic charm. It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward. His every step exuded confidence and authority, and as James trailed behind, flanked by a group of people clad in black. Iden adjusted his Rolex watch as James recited the day's schedule. The chauffeur leaned forward opening the door

The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away

"You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown's business. I am very proud of you, my son."Iden sat across from his father, who took a seat behind his study table."Iden, as a mayor, my job is not only to serve the nation, but also to encourage young people to get involved in politics. Every individual's first and most important duty should be to serve their country. Politics is not just a game for retirees; it is also the responsibility of young people. And I expect you to support me in the upcoming elections to help spread this message.Devid Ruan, Iden's father, puffed off the pipe and pointed at his son. The man exuded pride in his son. Why not? He not only loves and respects his family, but he was also an extremely talented businessman. Ruan Industries was the name he took to the top, where he could only think. His grandfather's name was Ruan. He had begun his company on a modest scale, and he and his father worked assiduously day and night to expand