The weight of Derek’s words hit Timothy like a physical blow. The safety net that had cradled his entire existence for years—his father’s influence, his father’s reach, his father’s ability to bury any scandal before the ink on the report was dry—had vanished. He stood in the center of the room, his limbs feeling strangely light, as if he were already drifting into the void.Two police officers moved in, their boots clicking sharply against the marble floors. One of them reached Timothy, stopping just inches from him. “You,” the officer barked, his voice devoid of sympathy. “You’re under arrest.”Timothy’s eyes widened, his head darting back and forth as if searching for an escape that no longer existed. “What? You can’t be serious.”“You heard the command,” the second officer said, moving to flank him. “You’re being taken in for the atrocities you’ve committed. We’re finally opening every case your father buried. The victims are talking, and they’ve been waiting a long time for this.

Emily rolled into the JSK building before the sun had even touched the horizon. She had spent the last five years being invisible, expecting the same treatment here: a quick nod from a tired receptionist, a mountain of dull paperwork, and perhaps the occasional brush-off from a senior lawyer.Instead, the glass lobby greeted her like a homecoming queen.“Good morning, Miss Emily,” a security guard said, touching the brim of his hat with genuine respect.“Welcome to JSk, Miss Emily,” the receptionist beamed, her smile radiating pure warmth.Emily slowed down, her pulse quickening. “Good morning to you, too,” she managed, though she felt a strange flicker of confusion.As she navigated toward the elevators, the greetings kept coming. Every staff member she encountered looked up, their eyes lighting up with recognition and respect. She had finished at the top of her class, sure, but she was a rookie. This level of deference didn't happen for juniors.A woman in a sharp navy suit stepped

Cecilia was furious. Ever since the last pageant, she had barely been able to sleep. Every time she opened her phone, she saw pictures of Megan: her beautiful face, her return, and her standing confidently in front of everyone.The same woman Cecilia had once mocked was now receiving all the attention.Cecilia threw her phone onto the bed."This is not over," she muttered angrily.She could not accept what had happened. She had been humiliated in front of everyone, her reputation had taken a serious hit, and the people who once praised her were now talking about Megan.Cecilia quickly got dressed and went to see her father.Venny was sitting in his study when she walked in."Dad, I need your help," demanded Cecilia.Venny looked up from his desk and asked, "What happened?""Megan," replied Cecilia.His expression changed as he inquired, "What about her?""She has to be stopped," asserted Cecilia.Venny leaned back in his chair and said, "Don't worry. I'll deal with her."Cecilia shook

Damien Cross sat in his office, staring at the photograph of Derek on his desk.His jaw tightened.Sylvia had made her decision clear. She wanted Derek dead, and she had promised to marry Damien once he got rid of him.For Damien, this was more than just a woman. Marrying Sylvia Gomo would change everything. She was the War Goddess, one of the most respected women among the powerful families and military circles. If she became his wife, his influence would rise even higher.He was already a general. With Sylvia beside him, there was no telling how far he could go."I will do whatever it takes," muttered Damien.He picked up his phone."Send the men," ordered Damien.A man standing nearby looked at him and asked, "How many, General?""Enough to bring Derek to me," demanded Damien.The man nodded and replied, "Yes, General."Damien leaned back."Don't underestimate him, but don't make this more complicated than it needs to be," instructed Damien. "From everything we've gathered, he's ju

Derek woke up before dawn.The entire house was still quiet. His mother and Emily were asleep, and he did not want to wake either of them.He sat at the edge of his bed for a while, thinking about Emily. Her legs had been useless for years. He had seen what she suffered, but he still had not found a way to heal her.The problem was not simply finding a treatment. It was finding the right herbs. Some of the herbs he needed were extremely rare, while others could only be found in places ordinary people could not reach.Derek knew healing Emily would not be easy. Emily hated him. Even if he found the right herbs, he could not force her to accept his help. He needed to figure out how to approach her without making her feel like he was trying to control her life.That could wait. The first thing he needed to do was find the herbs.Derek got dressed and quietly left the house. He walked to the road and raised his hand until a taxi stopped beside him.Derek opened the door and got inside."