Morel fell to the floor, his body staggering from Vincent's sudden attack. Shards of glass plates were scattered around him, and his back ached from the impact.However, for Vincent, the sight was not enough to ease his anger. His eyes still blazed with unquenchable hatred, his face filled with arrogance. He stood up with bated breath, looking at Morel who had fallen in front of him like the culmination of the grudge he held.Vincent stared at Morel with a hateful look in his eyes. "You think you can just trample me, huh?" he shouted in a trembling voice. "Look at you now, just a helpless loser on the floor!"The room that had been noisy with party conversations was now silent. Everyone who witnessed the event fell silent for an instant as if time had stopped. They held their breath, shocked by Vincent's brutal actions, and waited to see what would happen next. The atmosphere became so tense that no one dared to move, fear permeating every guest at the party.Marisa, who was fed up wi
Marisa, who had been ready to fight back, suddenly felt her heart racing as she saw Vincent getting closer to the tall statue. However, before Vincent could launch his attack, a strong hand suddenly blocked his movement. It was Morel who, despite being injured, managed to stand up and prevent Vincent from committing that crazy act.Quickly, Morel snatched the statue from Vincent's hand and pushed him away. Vincent staggered back, lost his balance, and fell to the floor. The statue was now in Morel's hands, and he stared at Vincent with a gaze full of anger and firmness. "That's enough, Vincent," Morel said in a low but threatening voice. "You have crossed the line, and I will stop you."Guests who saw Morel's actions stood in awe, and some immediately called security. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, but it was now clear that Vincent had lost control of everything.His anger was boiling over. The frustration he had been harbouring since the beginning of this conflict was
As time passed, Marisa and Morel's relationship developed naturally, with signs of closeness becoming increasingly evident. Marisa, with her caring and attentive nature, would often send Morel short messages. Sometimes, she would just ask simple questions like "What are you doing?" or "How are you?" These messages may seem trivial, but for Marisa, they were her way of showing her attention and presence in Morel's life.On the other hand, Morel, despite being known for keeping his distance from others, was not bothered in the slightest by Marisa's attention. Normally, other people might feel intimidated or bored by the constant messages, but not Morel. Instead, he found something comforting in the way Marisa cared for him. He rarely responded with long words, but Marisa knew that Morel appreciated her efforts.Sometimes, when Morel was busy with his work or lost in his own thoughts, a message from Marisa could distract him and give him a moment of peace. While he doesn't always reply w
"Oh my! Are you okay?" exclaimed Marisa, her eyes wide with shock.Morel immediately glanced at the woman, wanting to make sure she was okay.A woman stood with her hair loose, covering most of her face. Morel rushed out of the car to make sure the woman was okay."I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Morel asked in a worried tone as he approached the woman.The woman slowly pushed aside the hair covering her face. Morel's eyes widened as he realised who was standing in front of him."Anna?" his voice sounded full of surprise. His ex-wife, whom he never expected to meet in such a situation, was now standing in front of him with a gaze that was hard to interpret.Anna tried to stand up with her remaining strength, trying to calm herself down after almost being run over. However, the moment her eyes met Morel's surprised gaze, her body suddenly lost its balance."Anna, be careful!" exclaimed Morel, his hands reflexively moving to restrain the woman's body.Anna fell into Morel's arms, her frail bod
A week had passed since her last meeting with Morel, and Anna felt a growing sense of unease seize her. Her mind was filled with images of Morel's cold face, stern words ringing in her ears, and eyes showing no hint of compassion.Anna paced back and forth in her apartment, which felt increasingly cramped and suffocating. The living room table was cluttered with papers, emotionally charged notes, and a cell phone that never left her grasp. Her bloodshot eyes showed that she had cried many times this week, but it didn't make the weight on her chest lessen in the slightest. Instead, those tears only made it clear how desperate she was."Why doesn't he call?" Anna muttered while squeezing her trembling hands. Every hour that passed without hearing from Morel felt like an eternity. Her usually confident face was now wrinkled with worry and weariness. "Has he really forgotten about me? What should I do?"Those thoughts kept swirling in her head, making it difficult for her to sleep or focu
Marisa was surprised to hear that answer but tried to mask her shock. Her gaze returned to Anna, who was still standing in the same place as if she didn't know what to do. "I see," Marisa said quietly, trying to digest the information while feeling a tension she couldn't explain.Marisa bit her lip, confused and slightly disbelieving. "But, Morel... She seemed to be having a tough time. Why didn't you help her? Aren't... aren't you supposed to help her?"Morel sighed softly, his eyes fixed forward, down the path they were traveling. "Anna and I are no longer related. It's none of my business."Marisa looked at him, trying to understand Morel's feelings. "But what if she really needs help? Don't you feel the need to... at least make sure she's okay?"Morel turned her head for a moment, giving Marisa a stern look. "In the past, maybe. But now, there's no reason for me to get involved. Anna made her own choices, and I've made mine."Marisa nodded slowly, though her heart was still full o
Hearing the name "Spencer" come out of Anna's mouth, Morel felt something stir inside him. However, he managed to hold back any reaction that might appear on his face. Her face remained calm, and her eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to assess the extent to which Anna knew the truth.Anna watched Morel's expression carefully, then continued, "If people knew who you really were, you'd have a tough time, wouldn't you? Your comfortable life would be ruined. But I can keep your secret safe... for the right price."A faint smile appeared on Anna's face, but her tone turned more serious. "Give me one million dollars, and I guarantee your secret will remain safe."Morel's eyes narrowed, and a cold look appeared on his face. "Are you trying to threaten me now, Anna?" Morel asked in a flat yet warning tone.Anna didn't flinch, instead laughing softly. "Come on, Morel. That's not a lot of money for the Spencer family, is it?"Morel paused momentarily, watching Anna with a gaze that was hard t
Anna felt a deep fear, something she had never felt before. In the past, when they were still together, Morel had always been gentle and caring and had never hurt her feelings, physically or mentally. She knew Morel was calm and wise and always tried to protect her from anything painful. However, now in front of her was a different Morel- a cold, merciless, and determined figure. Anna couldn't control the trembling in her hands, fear crawling through her body. Her memories swirled, recalling when Morel was the only one she could lean on, who gave her a sense of security. Now, that security was gone, replaced by anxiety that haunted her every second. She never imagined that Morel, who used to always protect her, would now be the biggest fear in her life.Inside Anna's heart, there was a mixture of emotions that were hard to explain- regret, anger, and distrust. She didn't expect that Morel would turn out like this one day. Despair overcame her, and she realized that the Morel she once
Alberix sat in his brightly lit room, his gaze fixed on the large screen showing Doris' press conference. From the start, he was calm and confident, certain that all his plans would go smoothly. However, when Doris presented the evidence against him, his expression began to change.He frowned, trying to understand every word Doris was saying. "No way! He can't do this to me!" he thought, agitated. Doris's calm, confident voice continued to ring out, describing the criminal acts he was accused of. When photos and videos of his lies appeared on the screen, Alberix's anger boiled over. "How dare he attack me like this!" he screamed in a trembling voice. Resentment and helplessness overcame him, and he wrung his hands on the table, grunting in frustration.Alberix stood up, no longer able to sit still. He stepped back, casting his eyes around the room, planning his next move. "This cannot go on. Doris has made a terrible mistake. He will pay for this," he muttered, teeth clenched tightly
There was a young servant pushing the tea table, the young servant looked nervous as he pushed the small table on which was a tray of hot tea. When he reached the door of Morel's room, he knocked carefully, hoping not to disturb his master. From inside came a calm but firm voice, "Come in."Slowly, the maid opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes briefly glancing at Morel who was busy behind the counter, immersed in his work. Without saying much, she poured tea into the prepared cup and placed it on the table in front of Morel. "Here, please, Master," he said in a polite and somewhat shaky voice, trying his best not to make a mistake. After that, he quickly turned around, intending to quickly exit the room.However, the sudden sound of Morel's heavy voice made him stop immediately. "Wait a minute," Morel said, standing up from his chair. "Stop right there."The maid instantly stopped in place, looking down deeply as she said, "What is it, Master?"Morel looked at her sharply, not
Inside a luxurious yet dimly-lit room, the atmosphere was warm and intimate. The walls are adorned with classical paintings, while dim lamps cast a soft glow throughout. In the background, jazz music played softly, mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses and the breeze from the slightly moving curtains.There was laughter, laughter filled with satisfaction and pride. In the center of the room, Alberix danced in a relaxed style, his steps light and to the beat of the music. In his hand, there was a glass of gold-colored drink that he occasionally lifted to take a sip. His face wore an expression of great joy, as if the world was on his side."How marvelous!" he said with another laugh, his eyes shining with sly excitement. He twisted his body elegantly, as if nothing could hinder his happiness that night. "This-this is so good. Look at all the bad press about Morel Spencer. The public hates him!" Alberix laughed even harder, the sound echoing throughout the room, filling the space
The news about Morel Spencer has reached a breaking point, becoming the main topic of every news channel, online discussion, and street conversation. Every article broadcasts a news story, and social media tweets revolve around the same conclusion: Morel Spencer should be held responsible for this mess.The video footage circulating online only made matters worse. The video shows Morel and Marisa leaving their mansion and heading to their car as if running away from trouble. All the evidence that emerged was deliberately cut from only one point of view, giving the strong impression that Morel was the mastermind behind the chaos that destroyed businesses across the city. Images of the black-clad rioters, who vandalized shops and named Spencer as their master, have reinforced the accusation that Morel was involved in this sinister conspiracy."Morel Spencer is a threat to us all!" asserted a political analyst on a talk show. "People like him use their power and money to control things,
The news quickly shook the Spencer family's reputation. Their company's share price fell sharply, creating panic among investors. Many began to demand that Morel Spencer be brought to justice, calling for him to take responsibility for the chaos. The mass media fervently heralded the news, highlighting how dangerous Morel's actions were to society. "Morel Spencer's reckless actions have jeopardised public safety!" screamed one news headline, complete with video footage showing the chaos in the streets. The public began reporting Morel en masse, with many voices calling for the authorities to take action. They claimed that Morel's reckless behaviour had created insecurity in their neighbourhoods. "We can't let someone like that roam around without consequences!" said one resident in an interview, expressing widespread anger. This made the situation even more tense. Marisa, who had been following the news with interest, felt how unfair all the accusations were. "This cannot be allowe
Marisa stared at her phone screen with bated breath, her eyes unblinking as the news about the mess involving Morel Spencer was displayed there. Breaking News: Street Chaos Caused by Morel Spencer?Tuesday night, a vast chaos rocked one of the city's main streets, involving Morel Spencer, the heir to the Spencer family, in a horrendous shootout. This riot caused mass fear but also caused severe traffic jams and undermined public order.Initial reports suggest that this incident was triggered by Morel Spencer's presence at the location. The attackers, suspected to be an organised armed group, seem to have planned this attack well in advance. However, some sources indicate that Morel's presence and manoeuvring in the business world attracted powerful enemies, eventually leading to this violent incident.Eyewitnesses mentioned that gunshots were clearly heard, with bullets hitting various vehicles around the scene. According to residents, Morel Spencer's convoy was travelling at high sp
The situation around Morel's place was utterly chaotic. The sudden attack from an unknown party had created great chaos. The sounds of explosions and gunfire filled the air, causing panic among the people who were there. Fear-filled faces ran for cover, not knowing what exactly was going on. Some people shouted, "Is this a terrorist attack?" The atmosphere grew tense while others desperately asked, "Why aren't any police here?"Amidst the chaos, a young woman ran around frantically, tears in her eyes, her face pale with fear. "Help, help me! I don't want to die here!" she screamed, her voice drowned out by the growing commotion. She began to get hysterical, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, the sound of a bullet whizzed by her, just inches from her head. The bullet pierced through the air with terrifying speed, making her gasp in shock. In an instant, her body fell to the ground, collapsing instantly from the fear that surpassed her limits. The people who witnessed the incident gre
Marisa and Morel were startled as the car suddenly stopped, causing their bodies to nearly collide with the front seats. They exchanged worried glances, especially Marisa. Her face was shocked, her eyebrows raised, and her mouth slightly agape.Her eyes widened as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. She leaned back into her seat, gripping the armrests tightly, her body tense with anxiety.They turned toward Doris, who was still staring straight ahead, her face tight with tension. “Doris, what’s happening?” Morel asked, his voice tinged with concern.Doris exhaled before responding, “Someone is blocking our path, Master.”Marisa and Morel looked ahead. Right in front of their car, another black car was parked horizontally, blocking their way. A man in a black t-shirt and matching sunglasses sat behind the wheel; visible through the dark lenses, his gaze exuded intimidation. Something about his demeanor raised suspicions.Marisa's heart pounded in her chest. She clutched her cloth
The press conference began in a grand and spacious room with over a hundred gathered reporters. The event was broadcast live on all television stations and social media platforms, attracting the attention of millions across the region. They all knew that Today, Morel Spencer, the mysterious figure who had long been hidden behind the shadows of his family, would finally speak. The atmosphere was tense, and the lights from the cameras flashed, illuminating Morel.With confidence, he stood in front of the podium, gazing at the journalists with a firm look. The noise of clicking cameras gradually subsided as he began to speak. "Thank you to everyone who is here Today. Today, I want to reveal something very important—about who I am, and I am here to declare that I am the leader of the Spencer family."Morel took a deep breath, fully aware of the weight of his words. His declaration would soon make it known to the public that he was now the head of the Spencer family.He concluded his speec