Stephen chuckled softly, though there was an edge to his amusement. "I see what you're playing at, Marianne," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "You want me to abandon Yuna and suddenly be fully present for Ariane, just like old times, huh?" Marianne's expression hardened, her gaze locking onto Stephen's with intensity. "It's not about that," she retorted sharply. "It's about balance, Stephen. Yuna needs stability, but so does Ariane. And where's Yuna's father in all of this? Why must you be the one to bear all this burden alone?" Stephen sighed, a mix of frustration and sadness crossing his features. "Yuna's father is... not around," he said quietly. "He's in jail. I can't just leave her alone in this cruel world, Marianne. She needs someone." "And Ariane doesn't?" Marianne shot back, her voice rising slightly. "You think she doesn't need her father after everything she's been through?" Stephen ran a hand through his hair, his eyes troubled. "Of course she doe
Marianne took a deep breath, steeling herself as she approached Ariane's door. She knocked firmly, and Ariane's voice, filled with anger, demanded to know who it was. "It's Mom," Marianne replied quietly, opening the door cautiously. Ariane sat on the edge of her bed, arms crossed defensively, her eyes challenging."Mom, what's going on?" Ariane asked sharply, suspicion in her tone as Marianne entered and closed the door behind her."We need to talk, Ariane," Marianne began, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her daughter. She looked into Ariane's eyes, trying to gauge her daughter's emotions. "Stephen isn't trying to get rid of Yuna," Marianne continued, choosing her words carefully. "Yuna's father is in prison, and until he comes back, Yuna has to stay with us."Ariane's eyes widened slightly at the news. "Wait, Yuna's real father is in jail?" she asked, a hint of satisfaction creeping into her voice. "Good riddance," she muttered under her breath.Marianne nodded, her expre
Stephen settled into the car, glancing out the window as the house disappeared from view. He couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him. "I hope the girls are getting along," he said, trying to sound optimistic but failing to mask his concern. Marianne, sitting beside him, sighed softly. "It's all a bit complicated, Stephen. We just have to trust them for a few hours." Stephen nodded, trying to push the worry aside. "It’ll be over when Ariane’s holiday is done. How many days left, by the way?" Marianne hesitated, her eyes flickering with unease. "It's not exactly a holiday. Ariane left her boarding school." Stephen turned to her, surprise etched on his face. "What? Why did she leave?" "It was too far, and there were complaints about bullying," Marianne explained, her voice tinged with guilt. "Complaints about bullying?" Stephen asked, his mind racing. "Was Ariane being bullied, or was she the bully?" Marianne looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "She was bullying other k
Stephen winced at his watch: well after the girls' bedtime. He began to make his responses for goodbyes, pushing his way through the party now heading for the door. Marianne, tapping her foot in the car, stood at the glass doors watching him, a mixture of anxiety and irritation on her face.Inside the hall, Stephen weaved his way through milling guests, sipping wine, and making small talk. On his way to the exit, Charles's voice shattered the murmur."Stephen, wait a minute," Charles called from behind.Stephen turned aroun—his eyebrows shooting up. "Yes, Charles?"He nodded toward Stephen's pocket. "Your phone is flashing."Stephen drew out his phone, hairs rising on the back of his neck at the blinking light that told him he had a message. A feeling of apprehension swamped him as he quickly read the system's message.Charles regarded him with interest plain in his eyes."I hope everything is okay," Charles said indifferently as he sipped from his glass.Stephen forced a tight smile
Stephen arrived at the Empire, the towering glass building that housed his business empire. The sleek facade reflected the morning sun as he got out of his car, greeted by Enoch with a single white lily—an action respected and loyal."Good morning, Mr. Stephen," Enoch welcomed, extending the flower in a warm gesture.He nodded, his lips curling into a fleeting smile. "Good morning, Enoch. Keeping me on my toes as usual, I see."Enoch chuckled very softly. "All part of the job, sir. Matters that require your immediate attention have arisen."Stephen inclined his head, his mind already flipping over the cards in his mental deck concerning the day ahead. "I've been considering that. Enoch, from this moment on, consider yourself my personal assistant."Enoch's eyes widened in surprise and thankfulness. "Thank you, sir. I shall not disappoint you."Stephen was greeted with nods of respect and readiness by his management team as they walked into the office. Facing him were a number of seats
Stephen left the Empire building late that evening; the heft of decisions made throughout the day weighed upon his shoulders. The sky ahead was washed in shades of orange and purple, telling the tale of another day breathed out. Climbing in his car, the lights of the city turned on, one by one, shining bright to remind—this is, after all, the city that never sleeps.The drive back to his penthouse was a silent one, a total contrast to the hectic day he had gone through. His mind replayed the meetings, the conversation with Enoch, and over and over again, he mulled over the troubled call from Marianne. By the time he pulled into the underground garage, he was feeling the weight of the exhaustion deep in his bones.Stephen rode the private elevator up to the top of the hotel and hoped for just a moment of peace. The doors opened, and he walked into the darkened living room, taking in the eerie silence. The spacious room, normally cramped, created a disturbingly empty feeling, void of th
The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pale light on the entirety of the city. The next morning, Stephen rested his back against the car and looked at his watch. Ariane and Yuna were still getting ready for their first day at the new school, somewhere upstairs. He sighed, minding the events of last night. Who had sprung Victor from prison? And why nuance Ju Won with the poison? He could not rid himself of the feeling of looming danger. He mustn't burden Yuna with knowledge of her father's status; she had enough on her plate already. He turned as the door of the building burst open, and he was confronted by Marianne fawning over Ariane. The girl was impatient, worming away from her mother's kisses. "Mom, I gotta go!" Ariane shouted into the underground garage. Marianne's face twisted with a short shot of anger, mixed in with her concern; it consisted of her tightening her grip on Ariane's shoulder before letting her go.
Stephen drove across the city, his mind racing with questions. Morning traffic was just starting to build up, but he was still on the puzzle of Victor's escape. Entering the towering building of an empire, as he approached, he saw Enoch, waiting at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. Enoch's expression was as normal—flat—but Stephen knew very well the man had a dislike for him."Morning, Stephen," Enoch said. His tone was invariably courteous but cold."Morning, Enoch," Stephen replied, attempting a smile to force its way onto his face. There was always a tension between them that ratcheted the undercurrent a notch higher, one he couldn't quite stamp out.They walked inside together. The echo of footsteps resounded across the spacious lobby. His mind turned back to the breakout. Could Enoch have been a part of it? He couldn't discount it, not with Enoch's background and ambiguous loyalties.As they entered Stephen's office, Enoch followed closely behind him. The office was la
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not sa
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not say an
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late. The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late. The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen. Stephen did not say an
Stephen sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring out the window. He had sat there for hours, sipping cold coffee and watching the rain trickle down the glass. The café wasn't crowded-just a few people scattered about, lost in their conversations. His foot tapped impatiently under the table. Enoch was late. Very late.The waiter had been by twice, offering Stephen polite smiles, asking if he needed anything else. Each time, he waved him off, too intent on what was to come. His mind was reeling, questions, doubts, and a growing sense of frustration building inside him. Enoch was never this late.The doorbell above the entrance jingled, and Stephen looked up. His heart stopped at the sight of Enoch stepping inside, shaking rain from his coat. He glanced briefly around the room before his eyes fell upon Stephen, and he hastened to him, an apologetic smile on his face."Sorry to have kept you waiting," Enoch said, reaching for the chair opposite of Stephen.Stephen did not say anythi
Stephen stood by the door, watching as Victor’s car grew smaller in the distance. The rumble of the engine slowly faded, leaving nothing but the usual quiet that hung around the small neighborhood. He let out a breath, resting his hand on the doorframe. The last two months had been tough—tougher than he ever imagined.Without the system—the network of contacts and favors that once made his life easy—Stephen had to figure out a way to survive on his own. And it wasn’t glamorous. Every day was a grind, a constant scramble for enough money to cover the basics. Work wasn’t easy to come by, not when you’d burned as many bridges as he had. But he’d managed to find some odd jobs here and there—just enough to scrape by, though never enough to truly get ahead.He closed the door softly, the sound echoing through the small room. Glancing around the cramped space, he couldn’t help but think of the penthouse he once called home. The stark difference between his old life and this one weighed on hi
Stephen stood in the door and watched as Victor's car dwindled to a dot on the horizon. The rumble of the motor died out, leaving only the silent night air hovering over the little neighborhood. He exhaled a breath, his hand falling to rest on the doorframe. The last two months had been rough-tougher than he ever imagined.No system to fall back on now-the network of contacts and favors that oiled his life-Stephen was forced to scrounge some means of survival for himself. Not quite glamorous, the daily fight, the eternal hustle just for the real basics. Jobs were not easy to find, not when one had burned bridges as he had. But he'd been able to find odd jobs here and there, enough just to scrape by, never enough to get any further ahead.He closed the door behind him with a quiet click. The softness echoed inside the tiny room. Glancing around at the cramped quarters, his mind strayed to the penthouse he once called home. The stark dissimilarities between where his life used to be and
Two months later, Victor stared at the address on his phone, then at the small, run-down building in front of him. It didn’t look like a place Stephen would be living. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the grass in front was overgrown. This was far from the sleek, modern apartment Stephen used to own.Victor killed the engine, stepped out of his car, and walked toward the house. It was a self-contained unit—cheap, cramped, and barely enough for one person. He checked the address again. Room number 9. It matched. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.When he reached room 9, he knocked hard. The wood felt thin under his knuckles, like the door could break if he wasn’t careful. He knocked again, louder this time.After a moment, the door creaked open. Victor’s eyebrows shot up. Standing in front of him was Stephen, but he was almost unrecognizable. His hair was longer, his face covered with a scruffy beard, and he’d gained weight—his old sharp features now s
Standing beside Ariane's bed, his mind was spinning as he stared down at the screen of the system on his phone. His fingers trembling, he hit the icon for healing skills. He muttered under his breath, "Why can't this work on her? Why can't I save her?The system kept mum-no explanation, no solution. The shallow breathing of his daughter echoed in the room; every weak breath made him helpless. Stephen swallowed hard as his throat went dry. He could fix deals, he could manipulate numbers, but here in this hospital room, he was powerless.The door creaked open, and Stephen turned to see Enoch step in. Gone was Enoch's usual smug expression, replaced with a concerned frown. "What are you doing here?" Stephen's voice was low, edged with suspicion.Enoch shrugged, glancing over at Ariane. "Heard she was sick, so I decided to come by. How's she doing?"Stephen stared at him for a long moment, unsure of how to reply. His mind flashed back to his earlier doubts. Ariane wasn't his daughter, at
Stephen sat cross-legged on a soft mat, his eyes closed to focus on the calm voice of the guru. The air around him was scented with burning incense; a low hum of chanting echoed softly from the walls. He had called in the guru in a last-ditch effort to clear his mind, escape the relentless pull of the system. It had started to devour him, bit by bit, till it was all he could think of, all he could perceive.He was losing his grip, and he knew it.The guru's voice came, calm: "Breathe in. breathe out. let your thoughts flow like water. Do not cling to them."Stephen sucked in an enormous breath, then let it slowly out again, as if to expel everything at the same time: the market crash, the system, the deals that went right past him. The tension between him and Enoch was endless. He'd gotten pulled into something so much bigger than he was that he couldn't possibly control it himself, and however hard Stephen fought his way free of it, he felt ensnared.Then, though, as his breathing st