Morel stood straight, staring at Anna, who drooped weakly on the chair with a cold and dispassionate gaze. Anna's body trembled, blood slowly flowing from the wound on her chest. Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter, her eyes looking at Morel, seeking pity that would never come.Morel didn't say a word. His face remained cold as if what had just happened was inevitable, a consequence of Anna's actions. In his mind, he knew what happened was a reflex, an automatic response to defend himself. The knife, which was meant to hurt her, ended up, ironically, a tool to punish Anna for her betrayal.Anna, who now lay dying, tried to speak, but her voice only came out as a barely audible whisper. Her body weakened with time, and finally, with one last long breath, Anna was silent. Her eyes were closed, and silence filled the room.Morel watched the lifeless body for a few moments, confirming that Anna was truly gone. There was no remorse on his face, only a coldness that reflected his
"You won't get away with this, Morel," the man hissed, his voice hoarse yet determined. "What you do now will not end well for you."Morel only stared at the man for a moment before stepping closer. He was unhurried, each step filled with conviction. Without a word, he stopped before the old man, lowering his body slightly so their gazes were level."I'm not looking for a good ending," Morel replied in a low but assertive tone. "I only seek a just end, Roem."Morel looked at Roem, the head of the Antonio family, with a cold yet meaningful gaze. Folding his arms across his chest, he said in a calm tone, "You're smart enough to know who I really am. It's a pity you're not on my side."Roem, who was sitting with his hands bound, looked up and gave Morel a hateful look. Although his body was trembling, his voice remained firm as he replied, "I'm not willing to work under you, Morel. The Antonio family, let alone a Spencer, will never bow to threats."After hearing Roem's last words, Morel
After Morel returned home, he went straight to his study, where Doris was waiting with a severe expression. The room was eerily quiet, lit only by a dim desk lamp. Morel sat on the chair behind his desk and looked at Doris standing before him with great interest."We need to talk seriously about this situation," Morel said, his cold voice full of certainty. "Antonio's family may not be the real mastermind behind all this."Doris nodded, visibly agreeing with Morel's statement. "I suspect the same thing. Some things don't fit with what we know so far.""Anna might just be a puppet in this game," Morel countered, his voice cold yet sharp. "If you notice, she's acting too hastily and emotionally. This is too well-planned to be Antonio's family's plan."Doris approached, leaning his body against the table. "That's right. Many things are odd. The information we received and the methods used to manipulate Anna have been carefully designed. There may be a more powerful third party behind all
Morel looked at Marisa with a slightly mischievous smile. "Remember when we first met? You accused me of a lot of things, didn't you?"Marisa was silent for a moment, remembering the incident vividly. Her face began to redden as the memory of how she had emphatically called Morel a pervert resurfaced. She felt embarrassed and couldn't hide her shame. Marisa turned away, hoping Morel wouldn't see her increasingly embarrassed expression.Morel laughed softly at Marisa's reaction, his voice gentle yet meaningful. "You were so confident back then, but look at you now. Your face is red," Morel said with a small smile gracing his lips. He recalled how Marisa used to confidently accuse her without any evidence, but now, that confidence seemed to have vanished, replaced by shame clearly visible on her face.Marisa could only smile shyly, feeling her cheeks heat up even more. She felt like she didn't know what to say, as if all the words were stuck in her throat. Finally, she changed the subje
Marisa laughed crisply, her voice echoing through the quiet streets of the park. It was a warm laugh as if releasing a burden that had been choking her. After a while, she stopped her steps and turned to Morel, who smiled slightly at her joke."Come on, let's take a break at that cafe," Marisa said as she pointed to a small, cosy-looking cafe around the corner. Without waiting for a reply, she began to stride towards the entrance. Morel followed Marisa's lead quietly, feeling that some time to relax wouldn't hurt them. Once inside, they chose a table by the window, where they could see the outside scenery beginning to be enveloped in the light of the street lamps. After they entered the cafe, Marisa turned to Morel, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She looked enthusiastic. "What would you like to order, Morel?" she asked, eagerly stepping up to the ordering counter.However, before Marisa could go any further, Morel gently stopped her, taking a short breath as a sign that he want
When Gabriel and David saw Morel arrive with two drinks in his hand, they laughed as if unimpressed by his presence. Their laughter echoed in the café, full of mockery deliberately shown to belittle.With a sardonic smile, Gabriel said, "So this is your girlfriend? You should be embarrassed, coming in with drinks like a waiter. Are you afraid this woman will leave you if you don't obey her?"David added dismissively, "Poor thing, a man like this who has to obey his woman's wishes, even to order drinks for her. Are you really a man or just a puppet being played with?"Their laughter grew louder, creating an increasingly uncomfortable atmosphere in the cafe. They seemed convinced that Morel wouldn't dare to resist, seeing him as someone weak and unworthy of a woman like Marisa.Gabriel and David continued to laugh mockingly, feeling superior to Morel. Gabriel continued in a cocky tone, "A man should be firm and hard, like us. Not just serve women like servants," he said, casting a conde
After the incident, Morel and Marisa decided to continue with their day. They walked out of the café, this time with a new drink in each hand. The fresh air outside was soothing, erasing the remaining tension inside the café.Morel walked beside Marisa, keeping a reasonably close distance as if to ensure no more distractions would come their way. He held the glass of the drink they had just ordered back in one hand while the other was left free, ready just in case.Marisa glanced at Morel and smiled, feeling calmer with him by her side. The two of them walked in silence for a while, enjoying this simple moment. The sound of their footsteps echoed lightly in the garden, along with the sound of the drinks clinking in the glasses as they sipped.As they continued walking, Morel glanced at Marisa and broke the silence with a question, "Are you okay? That was pretty tense."Marisa turned her head, smiled softly, and nodded. "I'm fine, thank you. You were amazing earlier, Morel. I never tho
Morel and Marisa finally stopped before a ride that looked a little spooky-a haunted house. The dim lights and strange noises inside made the atmosphere even more eerie. Morel looked at the ride with a calm yet slightly confused look.He asked Marisa dubiously, "Are you sure about this?"Marisa looked at him with a challenging smile. "Of course! Are you afraid, Morel? I'll understand if you're scared."Morel smiled faintly, stifling a laugh. "Of course not at all," he replied calmly, even though he knew Marisa was teasing.Marisa chuckled at Morel's answer. "Well, then, let's see who's braver!" she said, pulling Morel into the haunted house ride.Morel followed Marisa, ready to face whatever was inside.As they entered the haunted house, darkness immediately enveloped them. Rustling sounds and creepy whispers echoed around, making the atmosphere tense. However, despite the gloomy and intimidating atmosphere inside the attraction, Marisa was fearless.She walked in front of Morel with
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