Biella sat in the CEO’s chair, her head lowered, her hands trembling as she read report after report filled with complaints from long-time employees of Xanta Corporation. Tears welled up in her eyes, eventually falling one by one. She couldn’t begin to imagine what her employees had endured over the past two years. Before she disappeared, the company had been running smoothly. Employees received fair benefits, opportunities for promotion were wide open, and the work environment was comfortable. But now, everything had been destroyed in the hands of Darren and Hammo. Zander, standing nearby, noticed Biella’s shoulders shaking. He knew how devastated she felt. Without a second thought, Biella stood up and threw herself into Zander’s arms. Her sobs broke against his shoulder, shaking her small, fragile body. Zander could feel Biella’s pain. His hand lifted, gently stroking her back. His anger toward Darren and Hammo burned even stronger. How could they treat this company so cruelly,

One hour later, Biella returned to the Xanta family home with Zander. That night felt more ominous than usual because the moment she stepped into the main hall, she immediately saw Madam Nousa arriving with Darren and Hammo, who was seated in a wheelchair. It was Madam Nousa herself who pushed the wheelchair, her expression unreadable. Darren’s gaze instantly shifted to Biella, who stood tall beside Zander. His anger flared the moment he saw the man. With a voice full of hatred, Darren snapped, “Biella! You ungrateful child! Your father is in this condition, and all you do is spend time with that useless man? You only think about yourself!” However, Biella did not react as Darren had expected. Her face remained calm, as if his words had no effect on her. With a cold yet firm tone, Biella replied, “I’m ungrateful? Darren, have you forgotten who has been paying for all of Father’s medical expenses? If not me, then who? You?” Darren was momentarily silent, but he quickly tried to d

That night, the atmosphere in the Xanta family's dining room was filled with unspoken tension. At the long dining table, illuminated by a luxurious crystal chandelier, Madam Nousa sat at the head of the table with an air of authority, watching over her children: Darren, Ganza, and Biella. Hammo was nowhere among them—he was now imprisoned in his own body, paralyzed and in pain, unaware that his private nurse, recruited by Madam Nousa, was slowly poisoning him with a substance that would gradually destroy his organs. They had just begun their meal when suddenly, the front door swung open, followed by the sound of numerous footsteps. Three middle-aged women, each carrying large suitcases, entered the house with an air of arrogance. Alongside them were six teenage girls, all in their early teens, their eyes filled with excitement as they took in the grand interior of the Xanta estate. They were Lauren and Chika, daughters of Aunt Sauna; Selly, daughter of Aunt Wulan; and the tr

Madam Nousa held back her anger, her lips pressing into a tight line as Zander calmly responded to her question. She didn't have the chance to reply because, suddenly, Biella approached them with a curious expression. "Mom, Zander, are you talking about my wedding?" she asked cheerfully. Madam Nousa hadn't even opened her mouth yet, but Zander quickly answered, "Yes, of course. Your mom wants to be involved in our wedding. She wants to order lots of cakes and invite her friends to our wedding." His words flowed casually, but his sharp gaze was fixed on Madam Nousa. Biella looked surprised for a moment, but then her face lit up. Even though she tried to hide her excitement, the sparkle of happiness in her eyes was unmistakable. She turned to her mother and, with a faint smile, asked, "Is that true, Mom?" Madam Nousa wanted to deny it. She wanted to outright reject this wedding, to say that Zander was not worthy of being her son-in-law. However, her heart sank when she saw Biella’s

Previously, at Biella’s request, she had insisted the wedding remain private. She didn’t want any reporters present, not because she was ashamed, but because she didn’t want the event to cause a social media stir that could potentially harm the Xanta Corporation’s stock value. But now, thanks to her mother’s own actions, the press had arrived. Maya, Biella’s new assistant, approached her with a tablet in hand, reporting the situation. “Young Miss, the news is already spreading on social media.” “What’s the worst headline?” Biella asked. “A damaging narrative has emerged, Miss. One article reads, ‘Biella Xanta Marries Former War Commander—Not a Businessman. Is This a Bad Omen?’ And there are others, painting Mr. Zander in a very poor light in the public’s eyes.” “What else?” Biella pressed. “Some media outlets are reporting, ‘Zander Rhett—Former War Commander Turned Janitor at a Media Company—Is Now Married to Biella Xanta.’” Biella felt a wave of anxiety rising within her. “T