Carl sat on the cold steel chair in the estate basement, arms tied behind it. His hair was ruffled and his face pale, and now the adrenaline had completely faded. All that was left now was silence, broken only by the soft hum of the old ceiling fan above. He kept his face down the whole time, afraid to look up out of embarrassment.Yuna stood across from him with her arms crossed, her high heels clicking once as she shifted her weight. Her eyes weren’t soft, they were sharp, fiery, and disappointed.“Why?” she asked, quietly at first.But Carl didn’t look up.Yuna stepped closer, barely containing her anger. “Why did you try to kill grandpa?”Carl shifted, still silent.“I’m asking you a question, Carl. You owe me an explanation at least.”But there was still no reply from him.Yuna could no longer hold back her rage, she slammed her hand on the metal table, her voice rising. “We gave you everything! This family let you in. I defended you even when the others didn’t believe in you. Wh

It was time for Mia’s discharge from the hospital. The doctor had checked her vitals and her body was fully recovered. Liam walked in again, adjusting his sleeve. “You ready?” he asked gently.Mia looked at him for a while, her eyes steady. “More than ever.” She replied with a smile.“This is what I have in mind.” Liam said, sitting beside her. He had planned everything out while he was waiting outside. He couldn’t allow Natalie to spin their wheels about anymore. He had planned every word of the press conference, and today, they would expose the truth. From Natalie’s illegal deals, to the real truth about the Tribunal. For once, they had proof, all thanks to Chloe.After he discussed everything with Mia, they stepped outside heading towards their car. However, before they could get there, a media crew quickly gathered in front of them. At first Liam wanted to brush past them, but then Mia held his arm and dragged him back. “Hold on, Liam.” She said, turning towards him, “Why don’t w

Liam stood at the window, his jaw clenched. He hated that it still seemed like Mia was ahead all the time. Mia sat across from him, her hands folded tightly on her lap. She’d been sitting in that position for hours, trying to figure out how she could outsmart Natalie. The tension in the room was heavy, but it wasn’t because of anger. They were constantly devising new strategies, one that Natalie would not see coming. “She won’t stop,” Mia finally said. Her voice was calm, but her tone was sharp. “Not until she destroys everything we’ve tried to build here, Liam.”Liam turned to her, and his face twisted as if a thought had just occurred to him. “Then we hit first. The press conference, the evidence. We—”“No,” Mia cut in. “That’s not enough. She’ll twist it. Make us look like liars. Like we’re scared.”Liam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “So what do you suggest?”Mia leaned forward and her lips stretched in a sinister smile “We get inside her head.”Liam blinked, arching his brow. “

The lounge was quieter now, the music softer, with a gentle ambience. Natalie’s eyes flickered with amusement and calculation following Liam’s words. She remained quiet for a while and then started. “You know,” she said, “I didn’t expect this.”“Expect what?” Liam asked. “You, here. Smiling at me.” Natalie answered. “You always had that death glare look whenever you saw me, but this… this feels different. It feels good to know I’ve finally caught your eye.”Liam offered a slight smile back and said. “Yeah, it does feel good. I have to admit, I was a little worried that you might not want anything to do with me, but I’m glad we could find a common ground.”She tilted her head to the side. “Why now, really? Spare me the charm for a minute.”Liam leaned back, relaxing into the chair. He heaved a heavy sigh and looked at her directly. “Because I’m tired of pretending. Tired of playing the hero.”Natalie watched him closely. “You’re not very good at being fake.”“That’s the thing,” he sa

Yuna stood in the middle of her room, holding her phone in both hands like it weighed a hundred pounds. Her mind was in conflict of decisions. She knew the obvious right thing to do, but after all these years together, she still felt like she needed an explanation, or maybe it was simply because she was love bound. The screen was lit with Carl’s number—still saved under “My Love.”Her heart pounded. She’d stared at the contact for hours, pacing from one corner of the room to another, hoping the guilt would pass. But it didn’t.She knew what Carl had done. And yet, part of her still wanted to believe there was a reason. Something more than just power and pride. Or at least she hoped there was more. The silence in the room was heavy, and after staring at the screen for what look like eternity, she finally ressed the call button.It rang once, then twice and then he answered.“Yuna?”His voice was calm and soft, almost as if he was considering the chaos he’d left behind.“Carl,” she whi