In his quiet yet tense office, Morel sat behind a large desk filled with documents and tools. His sharp gaze was fixed on Doris, who stood respectfully before him. The dim lighting adds to the severe and profound feel that pervades their conversation, creating a tense atmosphere. With every effort to calm his employer's nerves, Doris tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a confident demeanor. "Master, there's no need to think too far about this. I will find out who the person is who dared to disturb the master like this and disturb the tranquility that has been established. I promise to find the culprit and make sure they receive the consequences," Doris said in a confident tone, trying to give Morel a sense of calm and confidence.However, Morel's piercing gaze did not budge in the slightest. His face was filled with a tension that had clearly not been released. His exhalations showed how heavy a burden he felt. After moments of tense silence, where only the clock ticking could be
All of Morel's childhood memories came flooding back into his mind, making him dizzy and tormented. He remembered Merian Spencer, his father, a rigorous man who never gave him any love. Merian always demanded Morel to be perfect, strong, and tough just so he could fulfill the expectations of being the next head of the Spencer family. However, the demands did not stop at words. His father often used violence to 'educate' Morel without caring about the scars, both physical and emotional, he left behind.Whenever Morel failed to live up to his father's standards, physical and mental torture came without mercy. He remembered how small he used to be, always living in the shadow of fear of Merian's anger. The beatings, shouts, and disappointed looks from his father were part of his daily life as if love and acceptance were things he didn't deserve.Morel remembers the dark days in this villa when he was a child and often faced the wrath of his father, Merian Spencer. One day, he had just re
Morel stood there, surrounded by the silence of the night that felt increasingly tense in the villa. It was already midnight, but the shadows of his past continued to haunt him mercilessly. He took a deep breath, hoping the cool night air would calm his chaotic mind. However, the memories were too strong, suffocating his chest. Unable to bear being in a place filled with the scars of his childhood, Morel decided to leave, returning to his home.When I arrived home, the atmosphere was calmer but not entirely soothing. The lights were still on, and when he opened the door, he saw Doris, who had not yet gone to bed, sitting in the living room with a surprised look at Morel's sudden return."Master Morel?" He greeted softly, his voice filled with worry. "Is everything alright?"Morel looked much different than usual. His usually calm and relaxed face now looked tired and rumpled. His typically neat hair was messy as if he had often messed it up in frustration. His piercing brown eyes now
"Master Morel, I've brought the financial report that needs your signature..." Doris' voice sounded low but expectant as he stood at the door of Morel's room. He waited anxiously, hoping that Morel would respond. However, only silence answered him.After a moment, Doris continued, trembling slightly, "Master, please... I'm apprehensive. You haven't been out for a week. You need rest and care." But still, there was no answer. Reluctantly, Doris left the documents in front of Morel's bedroom door, as he had done many times before. This week, he took over all of Morel's work, from the simplest to the most urgent. However, his burden was getting heavier and heavier, not just because of the job but because his concern for Morel was becoming unstoppable.Every day, he tried everything possible to get Morel to open up. In fact, several times, he brought a doctor to examine his master's condition, but the results were always the same. Morel always refused angrily, chasing them out of his roo
Marisa bit her lip anxiously before speaking again. A trembling voice could be heard as she asked, "Mr. Doris... What exactly happened to Morel? Why is he like this? What made him change so drastically?"Doris was silent momentarily, feeling a little hesitant to speak, but finally let out a soft sigh. "Actually, Miss Marisa, Master Morel... underwent a great change after he returned from Amiste village.""Amiste village?" Marisa repeated, confused. "What happened there?""After the visit to the village, Morel looked very different. He started shutting him self up in his room, refusing to see anyone and refusing all the work he usually handled. We were all worried... including me. He's never been like this before." Doris spoke cautiously, not wanting to add to Marisa's worries, yet he knew this truth could not be hidden.Marisa was silent, trying to digest the information. "Did... something happen there?" she asked quietly, curious and anxious."We don't know for sure either," Doris co
Marisa was silent momentarily, her heart breaking to see Morel in this state. But she didn't want to give up. "All right, Morel," she said softly, trying to contain her emotions. "I will go out... but I will come to this house often. I'll wait until you're willing to talk to me until you're ready to tell me what happened."Without waiting for an answer, Marisa got up slowly, stepping towards the door. However, she wouldn't really leave Morel alone. She knew that behind the coldness and distance Morel created, there was something weighty that the man had to deal with.Marisa sat in her office with both hands supporting her face, her eyes blankly staring at the documents scattered across the desk. But it was all meaningless. Her mind kept returning to Morel, trapped in an increasingly suffocating worry. The image of the man sitting alone in a dark room, his face a mess, as if alienated from the world, haunted every corner of his mind."What happened to you, Morel?" he whispered softly,
After Morel finished eating the porridge Marisa had prepared, the atmosphere between them turned quiet. The silence was so tense that Marisa could feel a chill run through the room. Sitting in front of him, Morel looked like a shadow of his former self. The man, usually full of control and determination, now looked fragile, as if he had no desire to continue living. Marisa felt very uncomfortable. In front of her now was not the stern and authoritative Morel she was used to, but someone slumped over and looked like a living corpse. After drowning in confusion, Marisa decided to ask, though her heart was full of doubts."What exactly happened to you, Morel?" she asked in a soft, almost whispered voice, full of concern and worry.At first, Morel remained silent as if not hearing her question or perhaps choosing to ignore it. Marisa didn't press further. She just sat quietly beside him, waiting patiently. As the minutes passed in eerie silence, time seemed to slow down, with each passin
Marisa felt the tension in the air as Morel's every word seemed to carry an enormous weight. "What do you remember?" she asked, trying to break the painful silence.Morel looked at Marisa with a deep, burdened gaze. "You want to know what I really remember?" He said quietly, his voice hoarse. "I'm just the son of Merian Spencer."Marisa looked at his confused, waiting for further explanation."Merian Spencer, my father, was a man who had been discarded by the Spencer family. He was considered a failure- someone who didn't deserve to be part of this family," Morel continued, his voice getting lower. "So, if my father is a failure, how could I become the Spencer family's main heir?"Marisa was surprised to hear that. She had never known this side of Morel, and this information shocked her. "But, Morel, even if your father is banished, that doesn't mean you're not worthy," she said, trying to soothe.Morel shook his head bitterly. "No, it doesn't. You don't understand, Marisa. I grew up
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