"Ezra, only he can help me," Christian thought to himself missing Ezra, "Just a day without him, I'm missing him already, he must also be missing me a lot...." The fireplace hissed softly, its golden light throwing restless shadows across the estate’s carved walls, echoing the storm inside Christian’s mind. Christian paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, his hands buried deep in his pockets, jaw clenched tight, "I don't even know with whom to discuss this, he is the only one who listens to my bickering and ranting whole day without complaining." "If he were to hear that I'm missing him, I'm sure he'll tease me forever." Christian laughed to himself thinking how Ezra would react.From the doorway, Rosaline leaned against the frame, with crossed arms and watching him."You’ve been pacing for thirty minutes," she said, arching a brow, "Aren't your legs tired?" "My mind is messed up, I’m just trying to figure out what to do... I need to think." "Don’t," she said with a gri

"Excuse me?" Christian blinked as he was stunned at the vulgar accusation. The words hit harder than a slap, raw, insulting, and degrading.The manager sneered, clearly emboldened by the silent spectators around them. "You heard me well intern Chris, how long you're going to pretend innocent even after everyone got to know about the slutty side of yours?" The room fell into an icy silence.Christian clenched his fist, tightening his jaw, "It'll be best if you control your mouth and keep your words in check if you don't want me to use my first..." "How dare you threaten me!" The manager fumed with rage, Christian retorted in the same cold tone, "I dare... If you dare to use foul words against me." "Do you even know who I'm?" "You're a manager and I'm an intern, both works in the same company and have the same employer, is there anything else for me to know?" The manager and even others were surprised because of Christian's voice full of authority, till today, no intern dared to

"Who is trying to harm me?" Christian thought to himself with a tired face, "What would they even get by cornering me like this." The city glittered like a scattered box of diamonds beneath the dusky sky. From the top floor of the company building, Christian stood calmly, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, "Who is going to benefit after my downfall? Is it... Can I really suspect him without any evidence?" His reflection stared back at him faintly, sharp jawline, sharp eyes, and a tension that had settled too comfortably in his shoulders.This silence was dangerous, it always was.He let the weight of the evening settle in his bones. "Today, I barely managed to escape, I who lived in the shadows, can I really become a true heir and own this Sargent empire? Can I really stand against the people who are plotting to defeat me?" Christian was never confident in himself, lately, he has been trying to regain his confidence, but unsettling things breaking his confidence once again."Some

"I heard she requested leave," Tanya replied with a sad face because of Luna's absence, "Not sure for how many days, but I heard them talking about that, she didn't even say any reason for behind her taking leave all of a sudden." "Still, did they give leave to her?" Kira raised an eyebrow in surprise, Tanya nodded her head, "Didn't you know about Luna joining the company with a high recommendation?" "What?" Both Kira and Andrew were surprised, but not Christian as he knew it was none other than his grandmother who recommended her for the position of intern in the company."Shhh... Keep your voice quiet," Tanya whispered leaning closer, "Her background is mysterious, but I don't think she is from a simple family, not even once she respected that manager, whenever she is around, that man never dared to open his mouth as if he was scared of her complaining about him." Kira placed the hand under chin and looked amused, "No wonder, she used to come whenever she wanted and left wheneve

"Amelia," Lord Sargent’s voice snapped through the room like a sharp whip, low but seething with unspoken pain. "How many times did I tell you not to bring up that? I don't want to hear that again from you." Amelia sat serenely on the velvet settee maintaining her composure, hands folded in her lap, eyes calm but unwavering. "Honey, we can’t just ignore it just because of your dislike, it's about Chris's parentage, don't you really find that child's temperament different from us? Not just me, even Lord Valemire said the same, if so, what's wrong with me thinking he takes after his father?" "No, not at all, my grandson is just like his mother," Lord Sargent cut her off sharply, standing from his armchair as if the room itself had suddenly become suffocating. "So, here after, I don’t want to talk or hear about the bastard who abandoned my precious daughter and grandson. Neither my Mary needed such a man as her husband, nor does my grandson need such a father, Chris has a family and i