The room turned into a battlefield of tension as Damien's second slap landed on Adrian's face. The sharp sound echoed through the massive living room, shattering the previous silence. Adrian stood frozen, his face burning red, caught between rage and disbelief. His pride as a Stratton, as a man who always believed he was above everyone else, crumbled before everyone's eyes."How dare you!" Adrian exploded, his voice filled with fury. He glared at Damien, his eyes blazing, his face as red as burning coal. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"Damien remained calm, focusing his thoughts. He tried reading Adrian’s mind—though his ability was still far from perfect and needed practice. But it was clear: Adrian wasn’t planning to fight Damien himself. He would use someone else’s hands. Damien smirked. There was nothing to worry about when it came to his annoying brother-in-law.Sure enough, Adrian spun around toward the door and barked out an

Adrian barely slept that night. No brilliant ideas came to him. If anything, his mind grew even more chaotic—filled with fear and frustration. His attempt to involve Moor had only made things worse, and now, he was standing at the edge of disaster.“What the hell did Celeste do to Lincoln?” he muttered angrily. “Did she seduce him? Cheat on me with him? Sneaky woman—always using their bodies to get what they want.”The thought made Adrian even more restless. Before morning had fully arrived, the sound of his ringing phone snapped him out of his daze. His grandmother’s name, Margaret Stratton, flashed on the screen.His heart pounded as he stared at the screen. He knew he had no choice but to answer. With a shaky hand, he pressed the button.“Hello? Yes, Grandma?” Adrian answered hesitantly.“Adrian, I heard you’re signing a contract with Xoldex today,” Margaret’s voice wa

Celeste couldn't sleep all night. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing nonstop. Everything that had happened to her lately felt so fast and overwhelming.She tried to piece everything together, figuring out where it all went wrong. She lost Novatek, then got it back. She fought with Adrian, but now her brother was acting like nothing had ever happened. And the most confusing part? Damien.The husband she always thought was weak and useless had suddenly shown a side she never expected. Damien had protected her from Adrian and her family. He even openly challenged Adrian.Celeste reached for the drawer beside her bed and pulled out a white envelope, slightly crumpled at the edges. The divorce papers. She had prepared them long before all of this happened—just waiting for Damien’s signature.Her hands trembled as she was about to open the envelope again. She should’ve handed it over already. She shouldn’t be hesitating. But remembering how Damien had stood by her, unwa

Celeste kept glancing away, her attention clearly divided. Lincoln noticed her unease and finally turned to look as well. His eyes landed on a man sitting in a wheelchair, his expression calm yet piercing."Who is he…?" Lincoln asked, his voice uncertain."My husband, Damien Harlow!" Celeste answered confidently. For the first time, she said those words with full conviction, even though the divorce papers were still tucked away in her desk drawer.Damien barely spared Lincoln a glance, offering only a faint, unreadable smile. Lincoln pursed his lips, surprised that a woman like Celeste was married—let alone to a man with a physical limitation. But he knew it wasn’t his place to judge. Celeste wasn’t just any woman—she was a powerful leader. His job was to respect her and follow her lead in business matters.Damien almost chuckled, reading Lincoln’s thoughts. So, he thinks Celeste is running the show? Well, that&rsq

Celeste eyed Damien warily. She had no idea what was going on. Her usually indifferent husband was suddenly acting all sweet and trying to make her happy. It felt like he was hiding something from her."We're going home together!" Damien said excitedly.Celeste sighed, trying to hold back the irritation bubbling inside her. "Are you pretending not to hear me now? I have to work and—"But Damien didn't care. He grabbed her arm and took her old, worn-out bag. Celeste was about to protest, but he didn’t give her the chance."You skipped breakfast. I'm getting you a nice lunch. Come on! Since I have a car, it’d be a waste not to use it."Celeste felt her cheeks heat up. This was the first time Damien had ever been this considerate. They’d never even had a simple fast-food meal together. She was always busy working and saving money.Eventually, she ran out of excuses to refuse, so they left the Stratton Enterprises building together. But something was different. Unlike earlier when people