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Yes | 2024-10-04 20:30 | active | 1578 | 0 | š„ļøclick here to read more FREE chapters! | "Madam, it seems Mr. Lance won't be coming home tonight. Perhaps you should rest first?" Martha Zayne kindly spoke upon noticing the still-lit bedroom. A hint of disappointment crossed Jennifer Yale's eyes. Just then, the sound of an engine revving came from the yard. She didn't care to put on her slippers as she rushed to the window to peer outside. Sure enough, it was Maxwell Lance's silver car pulling into the garage. Jennifer took a deep breath, glancing down at her sensual lingerie while her heart pounded like a drum. Despite being married for two years, Maxwell had always slept in the guest room, and he never touched her. She knew their marriage was arranged by Maxwell's grandfather, Robert Lance, and it was not his choice. However, two years had passed. They couldn't possibly continue on like this. Did Maxwell not like her because she was merely an undergraduate with no experience in relationships? Was it because he found her too passive? With these thoughts, Jennifer quietly approached the guest room, clad in a seducing black lace nightgown. Summoning her courage, she knocked on the door, but there was no response. Carefully, she opened the door and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Maxwell must still be showering. The water suddenly stopped, and Maxwell emerged from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular physique was in full display with water droplets cascading down his solid muscles. Jennifer was momentarily stunned. So, was this the embodiment of looking slim when clothed but muscular when undressed? "Jennifer!" Maxwell frowned, his tone clipped as he snapped, "Are you done staring? Who let you into my room?" Awkwardly, Jennifer averted her gaze and replied meekly, "You're my husband. Isn't your room also mine?" Then, with blushing cheeks, she blinked up at him and asked, "Do you like how I look?" Her petite, delicate frame stood before him, her soft face flushed red, and her long lashes fluttered. She appeared so innocent yet emitted an irresistible allure at the same time. He never knew his wife had this side to her. Maxwell masked the strange look in his eyes and subconsciously gulped. Quickly, he put on his robe before tossing her one of his shirts. Reining in his emotions, he said, "Go back to your room." Jennifer looked at him aggrievedly, feeling as though she had humiliated herself. In her mind, her best friend Laura Scott's words resurfaced. Laura had said that a young, energetic man like Maxwell, the scion of the wealthiest family in Haven City, coupled with his good looks, would inevitably attract countless women's attention. As he couldn't possibly remain celibate for long, he had to be indulging elsewhere and then coming home with a facade of abstinence. In a moment of doubt, Jennifer blurted out, "Are you seeing someone else?" Maxwell's gaze flickered briefly, and he neither confirmed nor denied it. Calmly, he uttered the cruelest words, "Jennifer, on the day we got married, I told you all I could offer was the position of Mrs. Lance. You shouldn't think about having anything else." Each time he repeated those words, a wave of powerlessness and despair surged within Jennifer, overwhelming her. Perhaps to him, she was just a girl from a modest background trying to climb the social ladder by marrying him. After all, no one would willingly marry a stranger. What he didn't know was that, many years ago, he had been a beacon of light that illuminated her world. While Jennifer was lost in her thoughts, Maxwell had opened the door for her. "Go to bed. Don't dress like that again. It doesn't suit you." At his evident dismissal, Jennifer left his room dejectedly, her face burning with mortification. As soon as she returned to her bedroom, her father, Zion Yale, called. "Dad, I'm sorry. He probably won't be going to Grandma's birthday celebration tomorrow." Jennifer knew she wouldn't be able to persuade Maxwell. Zion sighed heavily, saying, "You've been married for two years, yet he hasn't visited our family once. I've said we weren't worthy of the Lance family. If it weren't for your mother's insistenceā" "Dad." Jennifer disliked hearing disparaging remarks about her mother. She interjected, "I married him out of my own will!" ā¦ The next day, Jennifer had to attend her grandmother Agnes Taylor's birthday celebration alone. Although she knew Agnes wasn't fond of her, she had to offer a toast in front of the guests as a show of respect. Her stepmother, Jocelyn Logan, remarked sarcastically, "Hey, Jennifer, why didn't you bring Maxwell? It's been two years since you got married, and we haven't even seen him." Agnes held a glass of wine and echoed with a fake smile, "I suppose our humble Yale family isn't worth his time! Today is an important day, but it seems like Maxwell doesn't value his grandmother-in-law." Jennifer's stepsister, Bridget Yale, chimed in mockingly, "Jennifer, I think the one Maxwell doesn't value is not Grandma but you. Am I right?" The voices of ridicule buzzed in Jennifer's ears, making her feel miserable. Out of frustration, she emptied her glass in one go. However, the aftereffects of the wine hit her hard, and she soon blacked out. In a car, Jocelyn and Bridget sat on either side of her. "Mom, as long as we get Jennifer into Mr. Zito's bed, I will secure my role as the second female lead in his new show!" Bridget's eyes sparkled with excitement. Jocelyn slyly ordered, "We mustn't let your father find out. Since he dotes on that wretched girl so much, he won't let us alone." "I know, I know," Bridget replied. "I've confirmed with Mr. Zito to bring her to Nimbus Lounge's penthouse suite." Jocelyn chuckled darkly. "What's so great about Jennifer? She doesn't deserve to marry Maxwell. It's only because of her mother who operated on Mr. Lance Senior and saved his life years ago that she got married to him. "On her deathbed, she entrusted Jennifer to them. At the end of the day, she was trying to reach the top. How shameless!" Bridget quickly agreed, "Exactly! If anyone should marry Maxwell, it should be me. What makes Jennifer better than me?" Jocelyn swore through gritted teeth, "Tonight, we will ruin her completely!" ā¦ Jocelyn and Bridget had only added a few sleeping pills to Jennifer's drink. When Jennifer felt a man's heavy breath and warmth on her, she immediately snapped awake. "Ugh... Let go of me!" The room was dark, and she couldn't see the man's face. Thus, she could only struggle against him with all her might, knowing the consequences of letting the man have his way would be irreversible. However, the man easily subdued her flailing arms. His warm lips brushed against her ear as he spoke in a low and husky voice, "Shh, behave..." Chapter 2 Maxwell had completely lost his rationality at this point. Whether it was the food or the drinks at the party earlier, something had gone wrong. Now, driven by desire, he found it difficult to control himself. As he touched the woman on the bed, her soft skin and fragrance aroused him considerably. The innocence in her responses and her helpless sobbing nearly drove him mad! An hour later, the man was finally satisfied and fell asleep. Jennifer felt as though her entire body had been crushed, the pain penetrating deep into her bones. Enduring the soreness in her limbs, she hurriedly got dressed and fled from the pitch-black room. In her haste, she collided with a young woman as she entered the elevator. "Sorry." Jennifer's face was deathly pale. She quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button. Rachel Walker immediately looked back after exiting the elevator, staring at Jennifer in disbelief before the door closed. She recognized Jennifer as Maxwell's wife, the woman who'd stolen her place! There was only one penthouse suite on the top floor, so did that mean Jennifer had come out of Maxwell's room? Did theyā¦ sleep together? Jealousy consumed Rachel. She had put so much effort into bribing the staff at the party and calculating the timing and dosage of the drug in Maxwell's drink, only for Jennifer to beat her to it! Rachel hurried into the room. In the darkness, she heard Maxwell's even breath as he slept. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. A cunning smile played on her lips as she removed her clothes and lay down beside him. ā¦ Jennifer emerged from the club. She was too afraid to return to her and Maxwell's shared villa. She feared being seen in this state by him or the housekeepers. After all, in their two years of marriage, Maxwell had never touched her. But now, her purity had been stolen by a stranger. At the thought of this, Jennifer's mind went blank and her heart was in turmoil. She hailed a taxi, intending to return to the Yale residence. At least, she needed to take a shower and change her clothes first. When she arrived home, Bridget and Jocelyn were waiting in the living room, expecting a call from Daniel Zito. "Mom, do you think Mr. Zito has found Jennifer andā¦ Ugh, I'm getting anxious! Why hasn't he called us yet? Shouldn't he just agree to let me be the second female lead already?" Bridget lamented, her eyes filled with greed. Jocelyn squinted and said, "Calm down. It's only past 11 pm. Mr. Zito is known for being play around. He wouldn't let Jennifer slip from his hands." While they were talking, Jennifer walked in with an extremely gloomy expression. "J-Jennifer?" Bridget stammered in shock, "Why are you back?" Jennifer sneered at her reaction. "Why are you so surprised?" Jocelyn looked equally flustered. She forced out a smile and said, "Jennifer, why did you leave your grandmother's birthday celebration? You didn't even inform us. She was very upset with you!" Jennifer slowly approached them. Judging from their behavior, she could roughly deduce who had brought her to Nimbus Lounge. The thought of her innocence being inexplicably tarnished ignited a rage within Jennifer. With a resounding slap, she struck Jocelyn's face mercilessly. Instantly, Bridget erupted in fury. "Jennifer, how dare you hit my mom? I'm going to call Grandma and Dad right now! Just you wait!" Jennifer seized Bridget's wrist, forcefully pulling her back. She shot Bridget a menacing glare as she bit out, "Go ahead, call everyone down. I can retrieve evidence from the surveillance at Nimbus Lounge. Once Dad finds out what happened tonight, let's see if he'll tear you both apart!" Jocelyn and Bridget's faces turned pale at her threat. They were visibly frightened of the repercussions if the night's affair were to reach Zion's ears. Back when Zion divorced his ex-wife, Jennifer was still young. She was reportedly bullied during her middle school days, even suffering from depression. Therefore, he had always felt guilty toward Jennifer, showing her more love. Moreover, what happened to Jennifer was no trivial matter. If things escalated, Jocelyn and Bridget would be in deep trouble! Jennifer sensed their unease and panic. She violently shoved Bridget away, causing her to fall to the floor, then dragged her weary body upstairs. Jocelyn hurriedly helped her daughter up, her sharp gaze fixed on Jennifer's retreating figure. Bridget asked anxiously, "Mom, why did Jennifer come back so soon? Did she and Mr. Zito..." "They must have," Jocelyn affirmed with a malicious smirk. "Didn't you see the marks on Jennifer's neck earlier? Seems like Mr. Zito was rather rough!" Suddenly, Bridget became worried. "But Jennifer must hate our guts now. What if she checks the surveillance and tells Dad about this? Did you not see how she looked just now? I thought she wanted to murder us!" Jocelyn calmly replied, "What's there to fear? Jennifer is married to Maxwell now. Do you think she would dare to reveal today's events? It's her reputation on the line here." The reasoning made sense, and Bridget began to relax. She then hastily urged, "Mom, hurry up and give Mr. Zito a call. Ask him when I can go to the set." Jocelyn dialed Daniel's number and questioned ingratiatingly, "Mr. Zito, were you satisfied with Jennifer tonight?" "Don't even mention it. Someone else has taken my penthouse suite reservation for tonight. I heard he was a big shot." Daniel said dejectedly, "I didn't even get to see the pretty chick you sent over." Jocelyn's face fell. "What? A big shot? Does that mean you didn't go to that penthouse suite?" Who slept with Jennifer then? There were so many marks on Jennifer's neck! "Alright, let's talk about your daughter's audition another time." Daniel's mood soured as he hadn't had his fun. Bridget stomped her foot in frustration, unable to believe that the first role she ever landed was going to be ruined just like that. At the corner of the staircase, Jennifer secretly observed the mother-and-daughter duo. From their conversation, she came to learn the whole situation. It turned out that they had planned to send her to Daniel, but because the penthouse suite was taken by someone even more powerful than him, she had been violated by another manā¦ Jennifer tightly shut her eyes, not daring to recall further. The more she thought about it, the stronger her urge to strangle Bridget and Jocelyn became. Yet, she knew she couldn't act on those impulses. This matter involved both the Yale family's and the Lance family's reputation, as well as her own dignity. Hence, she could only swallow her anger and let the matter rest. Jennifer made her way to the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she vigorously scrubbed her bruised body. She felt absolutely filthy. Her innocence had been taken by a stranger instead of her husband. The thought made her sob uncontrollably, the sound blending with the rush of the shower, creating a poignant melody of despair. ā¦ Jennifer spent the whole night pondering. She was unable to suppress her indignation. She wanted to know who the man from the night before was. Thus, early the next morning, she went to Nimbus Lounge, hoping to retrieve surveillance footage or guest registration information. Unfortunately, she was told that guest information was kept strictly confidential. Furthermore, their surveillance system was hacked last night and only got back on moments ago. As for the footage, it was gone. Nimbus Lounge was the most upscale entertainment club in Haven City, with complex connections behind it. A young girl like Jennifer couldn't do anything about it. And so, Jennifer couldn't find a single clue. She couldn't seek help from anyone else either. If she were to make a fuss about it, it would cost her pride and dignity. Exhausted, Jennifer returned to the villa she shared with Maxwell. Along the way, she bought emergency birth prevention pills. Even though she was only 22 and inexperienced, she still had some basic knowledge. She took the pills and absentmindedly placed the box in a drawer. Jennifer collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep once again. When she woke up, it was already noon. To her surprise, Maxwell had returned at some point and was sitting on the bedroom couch. He was dressed in a black suit with a silver-gray tie, exuding an air of sophistication and elegance. However, his demeanor seemed extra aloof. Jennifer was startled. Because of what happened to her the previous night, she felt a sense of guilt and unease. Besides, Maxwell usually headed straight for the guest room upon his return, never setting foot in the master bedroom. At this moment, Maxwell stood up and walked over to her. "I came home earlier and heard from the housekeepers that you looked unwell. I thought you were sick, so I came in to check on you." Jennifer heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he tossed a pillbox in front of her. "I was looking for a thermometer in your bedside drawer, and I found this. Care to explain?" His tone was calm, but there was a palpable coldness and questioning in it. Jennifer saw the emergency birth prevention pills she had bought and felt her heart clench. Chapter 3 Jennifer looked at him in a panic, choking out, "Hear me out. Yesterday Iā" "Enough," Maxwell cut her off, his gaze falling on the marks on her neckline. It was unmistakably the aftermath of a liaison. His tone remained calm and indifferent as he continued, "It's partly my fault for ignoring you these two years. I don't blame you for what you did. But, Jennifer, the Lance family can't accept a tainted woman." Jennifer's mind went blank. All her explanations now seemed futile. Anyway, why would he listen to her when the truth was right before his eyes? Besides, even if she could prove that she had been framed by Bridget and Jocelyn, it was still a fact that she was tainted. Jennifer smiled bitterly. "So, are you asking for a divorce?" Maxwell nodded. "I hope you will make it clear to Grandpa that you're the one asking for a divorce. I can offer you a bit of dignity by keeping him in the dark about your infidelity." Jennifer felt her eyes sting with tears, but she desperately held them back. After a long while, she inhaled deeply and asked, "Can you... answer a question?" "Go ahead." Maxwell's eyes betrayed no emotion. Staring at him, Jennifer quavered, "Are you seeing someone else? In these two years of marriage, have you felt anything for me? If it weren't for her, would you have liked me?" Maxwell's gaze softened slightly, and he replied casually, "Sorry. As I told you on the day we got married, all I can offer you is the position of Mrs. Lance." Although he wasn't answering her question, Jennifer, being a woman, had an intuition that he had long harbored feelings for another woman. "In the next few days, I'll have my lawyer draw up the divorce agreement. You only need to sign it and then explain things to Grandpa." Maxwell spoke of divorce with such casualness, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. After saying that, he left the master bedroom without hesitation. Jennifer felt cold. Despite it being a hot summer day, she felt like she was trapped in ice. What made her hopeless was not Maxwell's proposal for divorce, but the fact that he believed she had an affair and yet remained so composed. She knew that his calmness was not due to his manners and upbringing, but because he simply didn't love her. Jennifer was in a daze. She had always known their marriage would eventually end like this. But now that day had truly arrived, she found herself unable to bear it. She was unwilling to let go. Taking out her phone, she dialed her best friend's number. "Laura, have you finished work? I... I..." Jennifer's voice choked up. She felt so aggrieved that she couldn't speak. Sensing her distress, Laura said troubledly, "Jennifer, I have to conduct an interview tonight, and it might take a while. How about I send you the address and you come to find me? We can talk after I finish the interview, okay?" "Okay." After Jennifer agreed, she immediately set out. According to the address Laura gave her, she arrived at a dance studio and parked her car downstairs. The studio was holding its grand opening, and the owner wanted to make a splash by arranging an interview with the local TV station in Haven City. When Laura heard that Jennifer had arrived, she ran downstairs and got into her car. "The studio owner is so unreliable. The ribbon-cutting and opening were supposed to be in the morning. I could have finished work early today. But because she changed the time, I had to stay here and work overtime for the interview. I mean, who schedules a grand opening in the evening?" Laura started complaining as soon as she saw Jennifer. Jennifer could only comfort her. "This is Haven Tower. Every inch of space is precious. The rich can be capricious." As the two were talking, Laura received a call from her colleague asking her to go up. "Go ahead, I'll wait here," said Jennifer as she felt too exhausted to tag along. After Laura left, Jennifer's gaze fell on the street not far away. The next second, her eyes widened in shock. That was because she had inadvertently spotted Maxwell get out of a car. He was holding a bouquet of red roses. The bright red color was as glaring as blood. Jennifer's hand on the steering wheel trembled. This man had talked to her about divorce not long ago. And now, he was here with roses that she had never received before. Maxwell headed into Haven Tower. Immediately, Jennifer got out of the car and followed from a distance. At the entrance of the dance studio, the lights were on and the atmosphere was lively. Laura was interviewing the studio's owner, a knowledgeable and beautiful woman. The latter spoke with a warm and friendly smile. In her hands were the roses Maxwell had just given her. Jennifer felt a buzzing in her ears, and her eyes fell on Maxwell. Nonetheless, he didn't see her as all his focus was on that woman. Even the gentle smile on his lips was one she had never seen before. Jennifer clenched her fists tightly, willing herself not to rush over to confront them. ā¦ After the opening ceremony, Rachel and Maxwell went to the lounge alone. "Max, did you really bring up the divorce with your wife?" Rachel leaned in his arms, looking aggrieved. "Your grandfather won't blame you, will he? I'm afraid you'll offend him because of me." Maxwell comforted her softly, "You're the woman I cherish the most. If I can't have you as my wife, I'd rather not lay my hands on you. I've felt guilty for letting you follow me in obscurity all these years. Since I took your innocence last night, I will take responsibility." A scheming glint flashed in Rachel's eyes, but she quickly resumed her pitiful expression. "I'm lucky to be your woman. I've never regretted it." Rachel then held her chest and said meaningfully, "Thank goodness your assistant told me that you were drugged. Otherwise, if another woman had entered that room, I... I really wouldn't be able to take it. Max, I don't want to share you with anyone else." Amid their affectionate moment, Maxwell's phone rang. He was surprised to see that it was a call from Jennifer. Why would she call him? "What do you want?" he answered somewhat indifferently. Jennifer said, "Maxwell, I regret the divorce." Maxwell paused. "What do you mean?" "Come home. I think we need to talk." Jennifer hung up the phone after that. Meanwhile, Rachel's expression had changed too. She had vaguely heard that Maxwell's wife didn't want a divorce anymore. "Rach, I need to go home for a bit." Maxwell explained truthfully, "There may be some changes regarding the divorce." Chapter 4 Maxwell arrived home well past 11:00 pm. The villa was eerily quiet, with only a night light switched on in the living room. Jennifer sat on the couch, seemingly waiting for him. As Maxwell took off his coat and loosened his tie, he spoke impatiently, "Didn't we agree on the divorce? I won't shortchange you when it comes to assets. You can rest assured about that." He thought she wanted a larger share of the assets. Jennifer's voice was hoarse when she asked, "Maxwell, did you want a divorce because of that woman?" Maxwell's expression faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He didn't want to hide anything from her, nor did he care to. "Yes. I owe it to her. That's something I must do," he admitted frankly. Jennifer chuckled bitterly. "I only discovered today how hypocritical you are. You played the victim, making me feel guilty and pushing me to get a divorce. I bet you were secretly pleased, weren't you? You finally caught me making a blunder, and you're now forcing me to leave so you can be with her." Maxwell furrowed his brows. His tone was chilling as he replied, "Jennifer, let's make things clear. Rachel and I were together in the first place. You know very well how you ended up marrying me. Now that you have someone else, we're even. Let's spare each other, shall we?" "No!" Jennifer's words were sharp. "I hate being deceived. You and her have been playing me like a fool for the past two years. Do you think I'll let you off?" Maxwell rubbed his temples, suppressing his irritation. With gritted teeth, he demanded, "Then what do you want?" "I won't get a divorce." With that, Jennifer went to the bedroom. Almost as soon as she turned around, her tears surged out. For two whole years, she had been waiting for him to return her feelings. Before her mother passed away, she was told that most marriages in this world were built on growing affection over time. Love at first sight was just infatuation, like what she felt for Maxwell. But marriage ultimately relied on tolerance and patience. Jennifer thought her perseverance would eventually warm his heart. Now she realized how wrong she was. The presence of that woman had already negated all her efforts and perseverance. ā¦ For the next two weeks, Maxwell never returned to the villa. He even stopped staying in the guest room altogether. Jennifer immersed herself in her university's laboratory, focusing on her studies. She was now in her fourth year of medical school, preparing for her postgraduate entrance exam. She didn't want to trap herself in a hopeless marriage. Even if she couldn't have love, at least she would still have her career. Now, concentrating all her energy somewhere else was the only way to keep her thoughts from drifting toward Maxwell. In the evening, after finishing her experiments, Jennifer came out of the laboratory. "You're Ms. Yale, right?" Rachel was standing outside the laboratory building, waiting for her. Jennifer immediately recognized her as the dancer Rachel whom Laura had interviewed. Nonetheless, she pretended not to know her and asked impassively, "I am. Who are you?" Rachel smiled, as smart and gentle as ever. "Ms. Yale, do you mind having a talk? My name is Rachel Walker. I'mā¦ a friend of Max's." "A friend?" Jennifer sneered. "Maxwell has too many friends; I've never heard him mention you. Sorry, but I don't have time right now." Rachel blocked her way, still smiling. "Ms. Yale, I won't take up much of your time." Jennifer had long harbored resentment toward this woman. Since she insisted, Jennifer wanted to see what Rachel was up to. So, the two of them went to a cafe near Haven University. "Ms. Yaleā" Rachel had just opened her mouth when Jennifer interrupted her. "Ms. Walker, since you're a friend of Max, you should know me, right? Please call me Mrs. Lance." Jennifer emphasized "Mrs. Lance" heavily. Rachel looked embarrassed and nodded. "Okay, I'll call you Mrs. Lance for now. I came to apologize to you today. After all, Max has caused you a lot of grievances because of me." "Has he?" Jennifer acted nonchalant, saying, "What grievances has he caused me? I don't know about that. Ms. Walker, aren't you thinking too highly of yourself? Maxwell has been good to me, really." Rachel's smile deepened, and in her softest voice, she pierced through Jennifer's facade. "Is that so? But Max told me you refused to get a divorce. He's quite troubled by it. After all, Max and I met in our university days, and we got together very early on. We were about your age when we fell in love." Although Jennifer was prepared to face Maxwell's mistress, she only realized how far she was from Rachel's level during the actual confrontation, especially when Rachel recounted her past with Maxwell. "Max told me everything about you. Your late mother saved his grandfather's life with a highly complex heart surgery, which made Mr. Lance Senior feel deeply indebted to your family. So, when she entrusted you to him before her death, he couldn't refuse. Of course, you were also a sacrifice in this arranged marriage. You're quite pitiful." Rachel's voice was gentle, neither hurried nor annoyed, but it was enough to insult Jennifer's pride and dignity. Jennifer slowly stirred the coffee in front of her, her heart completely knotted by now. So, it seemed that Maxwell had told this woman everything. She must be a joke to them, right? Jennifer decided to play along and said, "Since you pity me, why don't you be a good person and stop bothering Maxwell and me?" Rachel's smile stiffened. She had expected Jennifer to be furious. However, she was surprised to find that the young girl could keep her composure. With a shallow smile, she responded, "I didn't want things to turn out this way either, but Max insists on taking responsibility for me. After all, even though I'm not his wife, we have consummated. Ms. Yale, you're still young, and you wouldn't understand." Jennifer clenched her fists tightly under the table. Each word Rachel uttered was akin to a dagger stabbing her heart without mercy. She had seen this coming. No man could control himself when it came to the woman he loved. But hearing the blatant truth from Rachel caused Jennifer to feel suffocated. After taking a deep breath, she asked, "So, have you come to me today to ask for my acceptance for you two to be together?" "If possible, I'll make sure Max provides you with more security for your future. You will receive fair compensation." Rachel thought Jennifer was wavering, so she proposed attractive conditions, tempting her with money. Jennifer chuckled at that. "I'm sorry, but I'll get much more than what's in this divorce agreement by continuing being his wife." "But there should be order when it comes to love." Rachel's smile faded as she realized Jennifer wasn't budging. She continued with a hint of urgency, "Even if you insist on staying married, it's futile. I came into Max's life first. It's him and I who are in love." Jennifer nodded. "Yes, you two love each other, but I'm the one married to him. Love may have an order, but the law doesn't care about who comes first. Our marriage certificate is solid proof that you can never be with him legitimately." Just then, Jennifer's phone rang. Seeing that it was Maxwell calling, she was instantly reminded that the fifteenth of every month was the day they would return to Lance Manor to dine with Robert. Intentionally, she put the call on speaker for Rachel to listen. Maxwell's voice sounded. "Where are you? We have to head to Lance Manor today." "Babe, I'm still at the university. I just finished my experiment. Could you come pick me up?" Jennifer's voice was meek with a hint of coquettishness. For a moment, Maxwell was stunned, unable to wrap his head around what Jennifer had called him. Chapter 5 Maxwell had never given her permission to address him as "babe". Just as he was about to reprimand her, Jennifer had already ended the call. Observing Rachel's displeased expression, Jennifer finally broke into a smile of unprecedented satisfaction. "Ms. Walker, did you see that?" She shook her phone while saying, "My husband is coming to pick me up. Regardless of who came into his life first, the person he brings back to Lance Manor will always be me!" Then, she stood up and placed two 100 bills on the table. "Enjoy your coffee. It's my treat." Having said that, Jennifer walked out of the cafe. At that moment, the burden that had weighed on her chest for so many days was finally lifted. ā¦ Before long, Maxwell's car arrived at the gates of Haven University to pick Jennifer up. Robert had raised him, and he held an eternal respect for Robert. It was for this reason that he personally came to pick Jennifer up, to avoid displeasing Robert. As she got into the car, Maxwell stated coldly, "Jennifer, don't call me that again." "Understood," Jennifer obediently replied. She didn't bring up Rachel's visit because his favoritism might cloud his judgment. Who knows, he might even accuse her of mistreating his darling. When she didn't argue, Maxwell quit pursuing the matter and drove toward Lance Manor. Lance Manor was situated in the southern part of Haven City, surrounded by hills and water. A wealthy foreigner had once set his eyes on this mansion, offering eight billion to purchase it, only to earn Robert's disdainful smile in return. The fifteenth of every month was the Lance family banquet, where Maxwell's father and stepmother would also be present. Maxwell's stepmother, Lorraine Young, was smiling obsequiously while saying to Robert, "Dad, Jordan heard that you haven't been feeling well lately, and your asthma is acting up frequently. "He specifically went abroad to seek help from medical experts. That's why he couldn't make it back in time for dinner today. He asked me to apologize to you." Robert was slightly taken aback. "Since when did Jordan become so thoughtful?" Lorraine's face revealed a hint of unease as she hurriedly clarified, "Jordan has always been dutiful. Recently, he even mentioned that since he graduated long ago, it's time for him to work at Lance Group to assist Max. He wishes to share your burdens with Max." Maxwell's expression darkened a little when he heard this. In exchange for marrying Jennifer, he had made Robert promise to hand over the executive power of Lance Group to him and not let his stepbrother, Jordan Lance, join the company. From the way Lorraine put it, could it be that Robert hadn't made it clear to them yet? Maxwell's father, Zachary Lance, chimed in, "Dad, why don't you arrange a position for Jordan at Lance Group soon? Although Max is running the company well, Lance Group is too big for him to do it alone." Since Zachary's divorce from his ex-wife and marriage to Lorraine, Robert had relieved him of all his positions at Lance Group and instead allowed Maxwell to take over the company. Zachary and Lorraine were afraid that their youngest son would also be rejected by Robert, hence they spared no effort to speak up for Jordan. Robert cleared his throat and replied bluntly, "Jordan is still young. He should gain more work experience elsewhere. There isn't a suitable position for him at Lance Group at the moment." Lorraine's face fell in an instant. She knew that as long as Maxwell was around, her son would never be valued by Robert. Jennifer had been sitting silently next to Maxwell, eating her meal without a word. However, she understood their conversation perfectly well. At this moment, Robert shifted his attention to her, and his stern expression eased up. "Jennifer, you seem to have lost weight again. You should eat more," Robert said with a smile. "Is Max treating you well? He hasn't mistreated you, has he?" Jennifer glanced at Maxwell and forced a smile. "Don't worry, Grandpa. Max treats me very well." Lorraine's chuckle followed right after. "Really? How come I heard that Max hardly goes home aside from a few times a month? Even when he does, he's sleeping in guest room." "What? Guest room?" Robert's expression immediately turned sullen. "What's going on?" Maxwell pursed his lips, casting a suspicious gaze at Jennifer. He had handpicked all the housekeepers at the villa. He was sure none of them would gossip, so how was Lorraine well-informed about these things? Afraid that Robert wouldn't believe her, Lorraine added, "Dad, they have been married for two years now, but there's still no news of a baby. They are both so young. They should have conceived by now." A realization seemed to dawn on Robert, and he stood up. "Max, come with me to the study." Jennifer watched in concern as the two left, feeling a bit flustered. Although Maxwell deserved Robert's reprimanding, she couldn't help but worry. ā¦ In the study, Robert and Maxwell faced each other in silence. After a long while, Robert spoke solemnly, "Max, I didn't let you marry Jennifer to make her suffer. Her mother saved my life!" "Marrying her was the biggest compromise I could make. As for the rest, I can't promise anything." Maxwell's voice was devoid of any warmth. Robert snorted. "You heard what Lorraine said just now. If this is how you treat Jennifer, then I'll have to reconsider the inheritance issue more fairly. Jordan is also my grandson after all." Ultimately, Maxwell held himself back from mentioning the divorce. He had sacrificed so much to marry Jennifer. He couldn't afford to fail now. When he was six, Zachary drove his mother away and married Lorraine. He had searched for his mother for so long, but couldn't find her. Until now, he didn't know whether his mother was alive or dead. How could he let go of such hatred? "I understand, Grandpa. I know what to do," he agreed in the end. As long as he stayed in power, he would never let Zachary and Lorraine off easy! But Robert didn't easily buy his words. "From today onward, you and Jennifer will move back to Lance Manor," he commanded. "Once you both have a child, I'll hand over all the shares and executive power I hold at Lance Group to you." ā¦ And so, Maxwell and Jennifer moved to Lance Manor that night. Of course, Robert had arranged for them to stay in one bedroom. Jennifer nervously gazed at Maxwell's gloomy face, her heart pounding in her throat. Maxwell reached out, pinching her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes. "How did Lorraine find out about our situation? Are you close to her?" Jennifer picked up his suspicion and immediately defended herself. "You hate that woman, and I don't like her either. Why would I be in contact with her?" However, her words lacked conviction. Maxwell smirked wickedly. "Are you that desperate to share a room with me? I shall fulfill your wish today then!" Chapter 6 Jennifer understood the meaning behind his words and instinctively retreated to the corner of the bed. Without a warning, Maxwell effortlessly gripped her calf and pulled her toward him, pinning her down with his weight. Having been rendered immobile, Jennifer could only push at his shoulders, asking in alarm, "Maxwell, what are you doing?" "What do you think? What else can a man and a woman do on a bed?" Maxwell's cool breath swept over her as his fierce kiss landed on her neck. "No!" Jennifer struggled, frightened. "Maxwell, don't do this. Don't touch me!" His actions reminded her of that horrific night when the strange man seemed equally rough. Jennifer didn't want to recall it again. If Maxwell continued, she would break down. Seeing Jennifer crying miserably, Maxwell couldn't truly bring himself to punish her in this way, even if he was always harsh toward her. After all, if this were done without love, it would be a punishment for both sides. He stopped, but his hands remained at her sides as he leaned down to look at the pitiful woman. "Why are you crying?" Maxwell growled. "Since you don't want a divorce, don't try to remain chaste for other men! Get your head straight and remember that I am your husband!" He would never stoop low and force himself on women, especially not Jennifer who had been tainted by another. She was filthy! Maxwell retrieved blankets and pillows from the closet, preparing a makeshift bed on the floor. Jennifer felt extremely aggrieved. She wanted to tell him that she didn't have another man, but then how could she explain the birth prevention pills? Even if she told Maxwell that she had been violated by a complete stranger, he would probably think she was even more indecent, wouldn't he? ā¦ The next day, Maxwell felt sore all over as he had never slept so on the floor before. When they went downstairs for breakfast, Robert was already seated at the table. His expression softened slightly when he saw the two coming down together. At that moment, Maxwell's phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from Rachel. Jennifer glanced at it and saw a photo, probably of breakfast that Rachel had made. It looked quite appetizing. Maxwell looked at the message and stood up without touching the food on the table. He said, "Grandpa, I'm going to the company." "At this hour?" Robert frowned. "Do you think I'm easy to deceive because I'm old?" "I have a meeting today. I want to avoid getting stuck in traffic," Maxwell reasoned. Jennifer sneered inwardly at his excuse. She bet he simply didn't want to miss out on the breakfast Rachel had made. Robert ordered, "Sit down and have breakfast. After that, send Jennifer to class before going to the company." "What?" Maxwell sounded impatient. "Doesn't she have a car?" Jennifer immediately said, "Babe, my car broke down yesterday. It's getting repaired." Babe? She was calling him that again? Maxwell restrained his anger in front of Robert and gritted his teeth. "Fine, I'll send you." After breakfast, Robert deliberately prompted, "Jennifer's car broke down. How will she come home later?" "Grandpa, Max will come to pick me up," Jennifer said, her eyes fixed on Maxwell. "Right, babe?" Maxwell forced a smile. "Right." Only then did Robert grin happily and nod. "That's more like it! Back in our days, people would get married before even meeting each other. Nonetheless, they lived happily ever after. Jennifer is a wonderful girl. You should know how to cherish her!" Maxwell listened to his grandfather's advice, feeling a headache coming on. Upon reaching the garage, Maxwell stopped in his tracks and looked at Jennifer sternly. "Jennifer, I warned you yesterday not to call me that." Jennifer blinked innocently. "Didn't you say last night that I should get my head straight and that you're my husband? So, what's wrong with calling you that?" "Jennifer! Are you trying to piss me off?" Maxwell frowned deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jennifer didn't want to endure his mistreatment anymore. What did she gain from being submissive and obedient every day? She couldn't warm Maxwell's stone-cold heart. Instead, she had let him step all over her with his mistress! With a determined mind, Jennifer haughtily got into his car. On the way, Maxwell said sombrely, "Jennifer, just because Grandpa has your back, it doesn't mean you can act so recklessly. You better rein in your temper. My patience is limited!" "Well, so is mine!" Jennifer smirked as she drawled, "Babe, just drop me off at the intersection across from the campus. Remember to pick me up in the evening." Maxwell slammed on the brakes, yelling, "Don't push your luck! I'm busy tonight. You can take a taxi home by yourself." Jennifer shrugged. "Fine. I'll tell Grandpa to send a driver to pick me up." ā¦ As expected, using Robert as leverage was more effective than anything else. At 6:30 pm, Jennifer exited the university campus and spotted Maxwell's conspicuous red car at first glance. Suddenly, chaotic calls for help rang out. "Is there a doctor? Someone has fainted here!" "It looks serious! She seems to have stopped breathing!" As a medical student, Jennifer couldn't stand idly by. She quickly rushed into the crowd, where an elderly woman was surrounded. She lay unconscious on the ground, her face turning purple. Jennifer immediately instructed the crowd to step back and make room. While urging someone to call the ambulance, she began performing CPR on the elderly woman. "Anyone here has asthma? Do you have an inhaler?" Judging from the symptoms of the elderly woman, Jennifer felt she seemed to be suffering from an asthma attack. Due to a lack of medication, it had led to brain hypoxia and cardiac arrest. "I do. I do!" At this moment, a kind-hearted passerby handed over his inhaler. After ten minutes of continuous chest compressions, coupled with the effects of the inhaler, the elderly woman finally began to recover consciousness. The ambulance happened to arrive as well. "Ms. Yale, every second counts. If it weren't for your timely rescue, I'm afraid the old lady wouldn't have made it before we arrived," said the doctor who got out of the ambulance. Coincidentally, he was Jennifer's former lecturer. He generously praised her, feeling proud for raising such an excellent student. The crowd also complimented Jennifer for her heroic act as they had marveled at the thrilling scene earlier. As the crowd gradually dispersed, she noticed Maxwell standing not far away. Jennifer was slightly taken aback upon meeting his gaze. She had never seen such a gentle look in Maxwell's eyes before. It was uncharacteristically warm. Chapter 7 Maxwell seemed like he was smiling as he approached Jennifer. Then, he crouched down and took out a wet wipe with wine, helping her clean the dirt on her knees. It was only then that Jennifer snapped back to her senses. She had knelt on the ground for a full ten minutes, so deeply engrossed in saving a life that she hadn't noticed these trivial details. Now, she realized that her knees were not only dirty but also grazed. "Ouch..." she murmured. "Be gentle." Maxwell said softly, "Bear with it." As he resumed with his head bowed, a strange emotion began to stir in Jennifer's heart. Her knees really hurt, but she felt warm inside. After cleaning the dirt, Maxwell stood up and said, "Your knees are injured. Do you want to go to the hospital to get them bandaged?" Jennifer smiled and casually brushed it off. "There's no need. A band-aid will do for this small injury. Let's go home quickly. Grandpa is waiting for us for dinner!" Then, she started walking toward where he parked the car. Maxwell followed silently, thinking that if Rachel had been in this situation, she probably would have long thrown herself into his arms and wailed. Maxwell felt like he had seen a different side of Jennifer when witnessing her save a life just now. He even felt a hint of pride. Anyway, Jennifer was still his wife. ā¦ During dinner, Jennifer ate quite a bit because she was in a good mood. Just then, the housekeeper brought two bowls of tonic to their table. Maxwell wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of medicine and asked, "Grandpa, what is this?" "Aren't you two planning on giving me a great-grandchild after two years of marriage?" Robert chuckled. "This tonic is from a renowned traditional medicine doctor in Haven City. It's very nourishing. From now on, both you and Jennifer will have one bowl each until she conceives." "What?" Maxwell looked at the bowl of tonic speechlessly and then glanced at Jennifer. She also had a conflicted expression, not knowing what to do. Robert urged, "What are you waiting for? Drink up!" Maxwell couldn't force himself to drink it. The smell alone was unbearable. Jennifer thought for a moment before saying to Robert, "Grandpa, we're still young, and there's nothing wrong with us. Isn't it too soon to drink this tonic now?" MMaxwell quickly agreed, "Yeah, it's not like we're incapable. Do we really need to drink this now?" Robert scolded, "Nonsense!" The men in the Lance family were all robust and healthy. How could they possibly suffer from incapablity? To appease Robert, Maxwell compromised. "Grandpa, why not let us try on our own first? If it doesn't work, we can consider taking the tonic." Jennifer gaped at him. Try on their own? How? After contemplating for a while, Robert said, "You'd better not disobey me. If you dare mistreat Jennifer under my nose and make her live like a widow, I'll punish you severely!" Maxwell was speechless again. What did he mean by living like a widow? ā¦ Back in the bedroom, Maxwell started laying out the blankets on the floor again. Jennifer couldn't bear to see this. It just didn't seem right for an influential man like him to sleep on the floor. She spoke softly, "Why don't you sleep on the bed? It's big enough to maintain a safe distance." Maxwell paused, glanced at her, and continued his task. He said calmly, "You don't need to take Grandpa's words to heart. I won't tie you down with a child if I can't give you a future." Jennifer's eyes dimmed, a trace of bitterness rising in her heart. She murmured, "I just wanted you to sleep better. You kept messaging your neck just now." "It's nothing." Maxwell returned to his usual coldness. He finished laying out the blankets and went into the bathroom. Not long after, the phone he had left by the pillow rang. Because their phones were the same brand, the ringtone was also the same. Jennifer mistakenly picked it up as her own. It wasn't until Rachel's coquettish voice came from the other end did she realize she had picked up Maxwell's phone. "Max, where are you? I have a fever. I feel terrible... I miss you so much..." Jennifer rolled her eyes and stated curtly, "It's me." "You..." Rachel froze for some time before asking, "Why do you have Max's phone?" Jennifer retorted, "Why wouldn't I have my husband's phone? Your call has disturbed our rest. If you have a fever, go see a doctor. Maxwell doesn't know how to treat illnesses!" She shut down the conversation, tossing the phone aside. Maxwell finished his shower, and Jennifer went in to take her turn. When she came out, Maxwell seemed to have just hung up the phone. He looked at her with a grim expression. "Did you answer my phone just now?" Jennifer knew that Rachel wouldn't give up easily and would definitely call him a second time. She calmly leveled his gaze and replied, "Yes. What's the matter?" Maxwell said bitterly, "Rachel's grandmother passed away, and you didn't tell me about it. Jennifer, I thought you were kind when I saw you save a life today. But I didn't expect you to be more malicious than I imagined. How could you have the heart to insult someone who just lost their loved one?" "Her grandmother passed away?" Jennifer said confusedly, "How would I know about that? She only said she had a fever. She didn't say anything about her grandmother!" "Enough!" Maxwell interrupted her impatiently, hastily putting on his clothes and storming out. After he left, Jennifer suddenly felt freezing. The joy of saving someone earlier had disappeared in an instant. She smiled self-deprecatingly and folded the blankets on the floor. 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El lamento de amor | Liberada del papel de sustituta, su carrera se disparĆ³ hasta convertirse en una diseƱadora de renombre mundial. Rodeada de una multitud de pretendientes, el hombre que una vez creyĆ³ que ella no podrĆa vivir sin Ć©l se puso nervioso... ===== "Ā”Miren esa cara y ese cuerpo! Si la obligamos a trabajar como p**stituta, Ā”podrĆa ganar fĆ”cilmente por lo menos cien mil al dĆa!". Kaitlin Hewitt se encontraba retenida en un edificio abandonado, hay heridas en la frente. Su ropa estaba rota y desaliƱada, un testimonio de su inĆŗtil resistencia. Dos dĆas atrĆ”s, una misteriosa llamada la arrastrĆ³ a esta pesadilla. La persona que la llamĆ³ afirmĆ³ conocer a sus padres biolĆ³gicos, e incluso mencionĆ³ detalles especĆficos sobre su cuerpo que solo ella sabĆa. La atrajeron a las afueras de la ciudad, y acabĆ³ en las garras de esos matones. "No hagan nada precipitadoā¦ Puedo pagarles la cantidad que quieran", afirmĆ³ la muchacha con voz firme a pesar de la sangre que goteaba de la comisura de sus labios. "Soy la esposa de Alan Hewitt, sea cual sea el rescate, Ć©l puede permitĆrselo". "Ā”ĀæAlan Hewitt?!". La revelaciĆ³n golpeĆ³ a los hombres como un rayo, provocando miradas de desconcierto entre ellos. "ĀæĆl estĆ” casado? Nunca lo habĆa oĆdo". Alan Hewitt era un hombre poderoso en Osewood, cuya mera reprobaciĆ³n podĆa enviar oleadas de conmociĆ³n a toda la ciudad. Si de hecho tenĆan a su esposa, la ira de aquel hombre podrĆa aniquilarlos sin esfuerzo. Notando la incertidumbre en las expresiones de los hombres, Kaitlin se serenĆ³ y dijo: "No dirĆ© que me secuestraron. DĆ©jenme ir y les aseguro que recibirĆ”n el dinero sano y salvo". El lĆder del grupo la observĆ³ detenidamente, fijĆ”ndose en su costoso vestido de diseƱo y sus llamativos rasgos, y titubeĆ³ un poco. Era evidente que su prenda era cara y ella atractiva, asĆ que tenĆa sentido que un pez gordo de la talla de Alan la tomara como esposa. Tras una breve y atenta mirada a sus cĆ³mplices, hablĆ³ en tono gĆ©lido: "Dame su nĆŗmero, y sin trucos. Si tratas de engaƱarme, te harĆ© pagar!" Kaitlin dijo con debilidad un nĆŗmero de telĆ©fono. El lĆder intentĆ³ marcar el nĆŗmero, pero la llamada se cortĆ³ de repente. Frustrado, gritĆ³: "Ā”ĀæEstĆ”s jugando conmigo?! Ā”Ni siquiera contestĆ³!". QuitĆ³ el color de la cara a la muchacha y su voz se fue apagando. "No atiende las llamadas de un extraƱoā¦ Por favor, dĆ©jame usar mi celular para llamarlo...". "Ā”TĆpica gente rica y sus excentricidades!", mascullĆ³ el lĆder. Tras dudar un momento, le dio el celular a la chica y gruĆ±Ć³: "Ā”Dile que envĆe doscientos millones! Ā”Si no, no te la vas a llevar fĆ”cil!". Los dedos de Kaitlin temblaron al marcar, con el corazĆ³n acelerado. A pesar de llevar tres aƱos casada con Alan, sabĆa que a Ć©l no le importaba ella; sin embargo, siempre habĆa sido generoso, lo que le daba a la mujer una pizca de esperanza. ĀæPagarĆa el rescate? El timbre del telĆ©fono parecĆa no tener fin, sus nudillos palidecĆan mientras lo agarraba con fuerza. Por fin contestĆ³ una voz, pero no era la de Alan, sino la de una mujer. La que contestĆ³ no era otra que la renombrada diseƱadora Lilliana Willis, hermana menor de la chica a la que Alan amaba. "ĀæKaitlin? Alan y yo estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, ĀæquĆ© necesitas?". Se oyĆ³ la voz de Lilliana, y un temblor recorriĆ³ la mano de Kaitlin. Ella encontrĆ³ que lo que estaba sucediendo era irĆ³nico. Era su tercer aniversario de boda y la habĆan secuestrado. Pasaron dos dĆas y su esposo todavĆa no se habĆa dado cuenta, sino que pasaba el tiempo junto a la tumba de su primer amor. Le doliĆ³ el corazĆ³n, pensando en las razones de aquel hombre para casarse con ella: su abuela, Beth Hewitt, ansiaba tener bisnietos, y Kaitlin tenĆa un inquietante parecido con su amor verdadero, Ashley Willis, que muriĆ³ en un deslizamiento de tierra tres aƱos antes Al darse cuenta de que no era mĆ”s que una mera sustituta, a la chica se le rompiĆ³ el corazĆ³n; sin embargo, no era momento para la angustia. Kaitlin luchĆ³ por contener las lĆ”grimas y el dolor que se hacĆa evidente en su voz al pronunciar: "SeƱorita Willis, me urge hablar con Alan. Por favor, ĀæpodrĆas pasarle el celular?". Lilliana dejĆ³ escapar una risita. "Oh, Kaitlin, ya sabes cĆ³mo es Alan. Hoy es el aniversario del fallecimiento de Ashley, asĆ que no estĆ” de humor para tu drama. ĀæPor quĆ© no me cuentas lo que pasa?". Mordiendo su frustraciĆ³n al notar la creciente impaciencia de los secuestradores, Kaitlin alzĆ³ la voz y gritĆ³ al celular: "Ā”Necesito hablar con Alan! Ā”Ahora mismo! Ā”Soy su esposa y no tienes derecho a impedĆrmelo!". No se atreviĆ³ a mencionar el secuestro, temiendo que los secuestradores entraran en pĆ”nico y le hicieran daƱo, pero su tono asertivo pareciĆ³ surtir efecto, pues oyĆ³ pasos de fondo y luego se escuchĆ³ la voz de Alan. "ĀæQuiĆ©n es?". Lilliana, fingiendo disgusto, tapĆ³ el auricular y susurrĆ³: "Es Kaitlin, insiste en hablar contigo. Le dije que estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, pero se enfadĆ³ bastante y reclamĆ³ sus derechos como tu esposa...". Alan se burlĆ³ con desdĆ©n. "ĀæEsposa? ĀæAcaso cuenta como tal? No es mĆ”s que una doble. Cuelga. Hablar con ella solo perturbarĆ” la tranquilidad de Ashley". Con un pitido escalofriante, la comunicaciĆ³n se cortĆ³, y Kaitlin sintiĆ³ que sus esperanzas se hacĆan aƱicos. CapĆtulo 2 No le des demasiada importancia Pero, Ā”Kaitlin sĆ era la esposa de Alan! A pesar de su falta de cariƱo, Āærealmente podĆa quedarse tan indiferente ante su firme dedicaciĆ³n durante todos los Ćŗltimos tres aƱos? Alan la rescatĆ³ del ocĆ©ano y, al recobrar el conocimiento, ella le confesĆ³ su amnesia, lo que provocĆ³ que Ć©l la acogiera. QuizĆ” el hombre pensaba que se habĆa casado con Ć©l porque no tenĆa a dĆ³nde ir, y que no podĆa valerse por sĆ misma; sin embargo, ignoraba que ella se enamorĆ³ de Ć©l desde su primer encuentro, como si estuviera hechizada. Kaitlin se negaba a compararse con alguien fallecido, pero Ashley era una fuente continua de dolor en su matrimonio, apuƱalando su corazĆ³n una y otra vez y, tras tres aƱos aguantando, lo Ćŗnico que tenĆa para mostrar era un corazĆ³n destrozado. "Dices que eres la esposa de Alan Hewitt, Ā”y sin embargo ni siquiera responde a tus llamadas!". El lĆder del grupo la tirĆ³ del pelo, "TemĆamos que los Hewitt tomaran represalias, pero estĆ” claro que no les importas, Ā”asĆ que somos libres de hacer lo que queramos! Vengan, chicos, Ā”a disfrutar! "ĀæA quiĆ©n le importa si esa mujer es la esposa de Alan Hewitt?" El agudo dolor en el cuero cabelludo provocĆ³ un gemido de parte de la muchacha y, al ver las sonrisas viles en los rostros de sus secuestradores, cerrĆ³ las manos en puƱos. Estaba decidida a resistirse, aunque eso significara su muerte y, cuando se acercaron, se abalanzĆ³ sobre el hombre mĆ”s cercano y lo golpeĆ³ en el abdomen. Aprovechando el momento, corriĆ³ hacia una ventana parcialmente abierta, y la cabeza le daba vueltas la frente mientras perdĆa el conocimiento... "La situaciĆ³n de la paciente estĆ” estable, pero tiene un traumatismo craneal grave. No sabemos cuĆ”ndo recuperarĆ” el conocimiento". "Menos mal que las fuerzas especiales ya estaban tras su pista, si no, quiĆ©n sabe...". Voces suaves e indistintas la rodeaban y, luchando por recobrar el sentido, Kaitlin abriĆ³ los ojos y vio un borrĆ³n blanco. El penetrante olor a desinfectante inundĆ³ sus sentidos y, a travĆ©s de la bruma, captĆ³ el murmullo del asistente de Alan. "Gracias, doctor". ĀæAĆŗn estaba viva? Poco a poco, recuperĆ³ la conciencia. "Ā”SeƱora Hewitt, ĀæestĆ” despierta?!". El asistente se percatĆ³ de que se agitaba y se apresurĆ³ a acercarse, inquiriendo con voz preocupada: "ĀæEstĆ” bien?". Kaitlin echĆ³ un vistazo a la estĆ©ril habitaciĆ³n del hospital, su voz era apenas un susurro al decir: "ĀæDĆ³nde estĆ” Alan?". La cara del ayudante se tensĆ³ y, tras un momento de vacilaciĆ³n, murmurĆ³: "Ćlā¦ tuvo que ocuparse de algo. Puede que venga mĆ”s tarde". Kaitlin se sintiĆ³ abrumada por la decepciĆ³n. ĀæHabĆa algo mĆ”s urgente? ĀæDe verdad no le importaba en lo absoluto? ĀæPodĆa serle tan indiferente a que ella sobreviviera en tal accidente? Con voz Ć”spera, murmurĆ³: "Ya veoā¦ Puedes irte... Gracias por venir". El asistente se detuvo, como si quisiera aƱadir algo mĆ”s, pero recordando las severas Ć³rdenes de su jefe, guardĆ³ silencio y saliĆ³ de la habitaciĆ³n. Al quedarse sola, Kaitlin yacĆa en la cama del hospital, con el corazĆ³n oprimido por una escalofriante tristeza que se extendĆa por todo su pecho, enfrentĆ”ndose a la dura realidad de que su esposo no la amaba, a pesar de que intentaba convencerse de que tal vez estaba ocupado con algo urgente. Sin embargo, en ese momento, la puerta de su habitaciĆ³n se abriĆ³ de nuevo, la chica pensĆ³ que era el asistente que volvĆa. Para su sorpresa, era Lilliana. Kaitlin entornĆ³ los ojos y cerrĆ³ los puƱos. "SeƱorita Willis, ĀæquĆ© haces aquĆ?". La voz de Lilliana fue suave, teƱida de una dulzura burlona. "Me enterĆ© de tu secuestro y tus heridas, Kaitlin. Me preocupĆ© tanto que tuve que venir a ver cĆ³mo estabas. Me recuerdas tanto a mi hermanaā¦ Siempre he sentido un vĆnculo especial contigo". El mensaje era claro para Kaitlin: Lilliana le recordaba sutilmente su lugar como mera sustituta de su hermana. "Si ella pudiera verte ahora, fingiendo ser dulce e inocente delante de su prometido, me pregunto quĆ© pensarĆa tu querida hermana", respondiĆ³ con sarcasmo. "Apenas somos conocidas, asĆ que no hace falta tu visita". Un destello de sorpresa y fastidio pasĆ³ por el rostro de Lilliana, pero rĆ”pidamente enmascarado por una expresiĆ³n de pena. "Kaitlin, Āæte molesta mi cercanĆa con Alan?". Puso una expresiĆ³n inocente. "Solo somos amigos. Me estĆ” cuidando por mi hermana, asĆ que no le des demasiada importancia". Su fachada le dio nĆ”useas a Kaitlin. Al principio, la creĆa de verdad y no sentĆa ninguna animosidad hacia ella; no obstante, con el paso del tiempo esta chica usĆ³ sin cesar el nombre de Ashley, manipulando a Alan y sembrando la discordia con planes mezquinos entre la pareja. ĀæCĆ³mo no pudo ver la intenciĆ³n de la mujer? "No me interesa saber cuĆ”l es tu relaciĆ³n con Ć©l", afirmĆ³ con un tono escalofriante. "Te agradecerĆa que te marcharas ahora y que te guardaras tus actuaciones para tus admiradores, pues a mĆ no me sirven de nada". Las lĆ”grimas brotaron de los ojos de Lilliana, mostrando un profundo dolor agraviado. Se levantĆ³ y dejĆ³ caer a propĆ³sito su celular, que aterrizĆ³ frente a Kaitlin. Entonces la pantalla se iluminĆ³, mostrando un chat, y apareciĆ³ una imagen que mostraba a Lilliana siendo llevada por Alan mientras entraban en un hotel al amparo de la noche. ParecĆan estar impecablemente hechos el uno para el otro, y los mensajes que siguieron a la imagen fueron igual de impactantes. "ĀæNo es ese su novio, seƱorita Willis? Ā”Es muy guapo!". "ĀæQuĆ©? ĀæLa seƱorita Willis tiene novio? Ā”Me acaban de romper el corazĆ³n!". Kaitlin sintiĆ³ un escalofrĆo recorrerle los dedos. ĀæAsĆ que se fueron a un hotel despuĆ©s de visitar la tumba de Ashley la noche anterior? Mientras ella luchaba por su vida, ĀæquĆ© hacĆa su esposo? ĀæLa Lilliana usaba como sustituta de Ashley mientras se? La idea le dio asco y, temblando sin control, levantĆ³ la cabeza para encontrarse con la mirada de Lilliana, sus ojos ardiendo de ira y dolor. CapĆtulo 3 Recuerda tu lugar "Kaitlin, por favor, escucha. No es lo que piensasā¦ Es que nosotros...", pronunciĆ³ Lilliana mientras agarraba su celular, con una mezcla de tristeza fingida y desafĆo en la mirada. La rabia de Kaitlin se desbordĆ³ y la empujĆ³ fuerte. "Ā”Fuera de aquĆ! Ā”ĀæDe quĆ© estĆ”s tan orgullosa?! ĀæDe destruir mi matrimonio? Ā”ĀæCĆ³mo puedes ser tan desvergonzada?!". Lilliana retrocediĆ³ a trompicones, y su mano golpeĆ³ adrede la pierna herida de Kaitlin al caer contra la cama del hospital. El dolor de su pierna era tan intensa, nublĆ”ndole la vista con lĆ”grimas y, cuando alargĆ³ el brazo para apartar a la otra mujer, una mano fuerte le sujetĆ³ la muƱeca. "Kaitlin, Āæte volviste loca?". La voz frĆa y severa de Alan cortĆ³ el caos. Kaitlin levantĆ³ la vista y lo vio, aĆŗn vestido con el sombrĆo traje negro de la foto que habĆa visto antes, con el cansancio y la ira grabados en el rostro. SeguĆa siendo el mismo hombre alto y apuesto, pero a Kaitlin le parecĆa ahora por completo repulsivo. "ĀæSoy yo la que se volviĆ³ loca?", siseĆ³ ella, enfatizando cada palabra. "Tu amante se ha estado burlando de mĆ en mi cara, ĀæcĆ³mo podrĆa yo no reaccionar? Ā”Me das asco, Alan!". La cara del varĆ³n se ensombreciĆ³ de furia al encontrarse con la mirada furibunda y llena de lĆ”grimas de Kaitlin. HabĆa estado despierto toda la noche ocupĆ”ndose de los secuestradores, sin un momento de descanso, solo para llegar al hospital y encontrarse a su esposa gritĆ”ndole otra vez por Lilliana. Su asistente le informĆ³ de que estaba malherida, pero allĆ estaba ella, aparentemente mĆ”s vigorosa que Ć©l. "Kaitlin, Āæintentas poner a prueba mi paciencia?". EspetĆ³ con tono gĆ©lido: "DiscĆŗlpate con Lilliana, Ā”ya!". Hizo que Kaitlin se estremeciera, pero el dolor en su corazĆ³n fue mĆ”s insoportable. De ninguna manera se disculparĆa. "ĀæPor quĆ© exactamente?". Su voz sonaba ronca mientras protestaba. "ĀæPorque interrumpĆ tu luto por tu amada mientras yo estaba a punto de morir?Alan, aunque tu corazĆ³n no me pertenece, Āæno puedes al menos mostrarme el respeto que se le debe a una esposa?". Las venas palpitaban en la frente de Alan, y su apretĆ³n se hizo mĆ”s fuerte, con sus nudillos blanqueĆ”ndose. "Ā”Ya basta! Ā”ĀæCĆ³mo te atreves a mencionarla?!". El grito de Alan resonĆ³ mientras empujaba a Kaitlin contra la cama, como un dragĆ³n furioso. "Ā”Recuerda tu lugar! Haz lo que te ordeno, Ā”ahora!". Su espalda se golpeĆ³ contra el cabecero, encendiendo sus heridas no curadas con un dolor insoportable. Se le llenaron los ojos de lĆ”grimas y le dificultaba respirar. ĀæCuĆ”l era en realidad su lugar? ĀæSolo su esposa simbĆ³lica, un peĆ³n para sus deseos, o una sustituta de Ashley? Ninguno de esos papeles tenĆa verdadera importancia. Alan se fijĆ³ en sus ojos rojos y se dio cuenta de que seguĆa sufriendo a causa de las heridas, asĆ que aflojĆ³ el agarre, a punto de hablar, pero Lilliana lo agarrĆ³ del brazo de repente. "Ā”Alan, Kaitlin sigue herida! Y debe de estar asustada despuĆ©s del secuestro. Por favor, no seas tan duro con ella. Si pegarme la hace sentir mejor, puedo soportarlo. Lo peor que podrĆa pasar es que tuviera que cancelar mis prĆ³ximas entrevistas y colaboraciones". Lo mirĆ³ con expresiĆ³n de sincera comprensiĆ³n. "Habla con ella". Alan, controlando su enfado, retirĆ³ con cuidado la mano y hablĆ³ en voz baja: "TĆŗ tambiĆ©n necesitas descansar. Vete a casa a dormir, yo resolverĆ© esto. Y no te preocupes por el trabajo que puedas perder, te encontrarĆ© oportunidades aĆŗn mejores". Lilliana asintiĆ³, lanzĆ³ una mirada cautelosa a Kaitlin y saliĆ³ de la habitaciĆ³n con una leve sonrisa de satisfacciĆ³n. Las diferentes actitudes de Alan hacia ella y Lilliana dejaron a Kaitlin mĆ”s frĆa y, a pesar de tener el cuerpo lleno de heridas, Alan parecĆa ajeno a ellas. Sin embargo, con solo unas palabras de Lilliana, su ira se disolvĆa. Era ridĆculo. Tras tres aƱos de matrimonio, comprendiĆ³ por fin cuĆ”l era su posiciĆ³n ante Alan. "Kaitlin, ya que estĆ”s herida, no quiero discutir", dijo el varĆ³n con frialdad, dejĆ”ndola caer de nuevo sobre la cama. "No se lo cuentes a la abuela. Cuando te den el alta, tĆŗ...". Kaitlin intervino sin emociĆ³n: "Cuando me den el alta, nos divorciaremos". Se quitĆ³ el preciado anillo de boda y lo arrojĆ³ a sus pies. "En estos tres aƱos, ya he devuelto tu amabilidad por salvarme". Alan se paralizĆ³ y se quedĆ³ mirando el anillo con expresiĆ³n atĆ³nita e incrĆ©dula, y al cabo de un momento, se acercĆ³, le apretĆ³ la muƱeca con fuerza y le preguntĆ³: "Ā”ĀæQuĆ© dijiste?!" "ĀæCuĆ”ndo empezaste a tener problemas de oĆdo?", replicĆ³ la muchacha, dejando que Ć©l tirara de ella mĆ”s cerca. "Me cansĆ© de ser una sustituta. Nuestro matrimonio se terminĆ³". Los ojos de Alan se oscurecieron, y sus rasgos se nublaron de rabia. CapĆtulo 4 Voy a divorciarme El ambiente de la habitaciĆ³n era tenso, y la voz de Alan cortĆ³ el silencio como el hielo. "Kaitlin, ĀæcĆ³mo se te ocurre sugerir el divorcio como una broma?". Ella le sostuvo la mirada con una resoluciĆ³n reciĆ©n descubierta, y la mujer tĆmida y complaciente que solĆa ser ya no estaba a la vista. "Alan, esto no es ninguna broma. Acordamos tres aƱos de matrimonio. Cuando me den el alta, tendrĆ© listos los papeles del divorcio. No quiero nada de ti, ni un cĆ©ntimo, y a partir de ese momento seguirĆ© mi propio camino". Un intenso rubor se extendiĆ³ por el rostro de Alan, cuyos ojos ardĆan de furia. "Kaitlin, Ā”ĀæcĆ³mo te atreves?!", Ć©l la susurrando con tono amenazador: "Ā”ĀæQuieres el divorcio?! Ā”ĀæCrees que puedes arreglĆ”rtelas sola ahĆ fuera?!". La respuesta de la muchacha fue tranquila y serena. "Estoy en perfecto estado de salud y en pleno uso de mis facultades mentales, Āæpor quĆ© no podrĆa arreglĆ”rmelas sola?". Alan apretĆ³ los dientes y la mirĆ³ con frialdad, pero ella no se inmutĆ³ y sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa desdeƱosa. "ĀæNo quieres separarte? No soy mĆ”s que una sustituta, seguro que no has desarrollado sentimientos por mĆ. Profesas tu amor por Ashley, pero aquĆ estĆ”s, utilizando a otra mujer para reemplazarla. ĀæNo es absurdo?". La mano de Alan temblĆ³ de rabia, con las venas saltando. "ĀæQuiĆ©n te crees que eres al pensar en que no quiero dejarte ir?". "Bien", respondiĆ³ Kaitlin, con una sonrisa tensa pero decidida mientras luchaba contra su dolor interior. "Me pondrĆ© en contacto contigo para lo del divorcio. Y luego si me pasara algo ahĆ fuera, no es de tu incertidumbre". Alan se quedĆ³ de pie, con el pecho hinchado de rabia y los hombros anchos temblando mientras una expresiĆ³n de aturdimiento nublaba su rostro. La repentina ferocidad de Kaitlin y su fĆ©rrea determinaciĆ³n le recordaron a alguien que conocĆa. Ashley tenĆa ese mismo espĆritu agudo e inflexible. Pero ahora esa mujer querĆa dejarlo. ĀæCĆ³mo podĆa ella siquiera pensar en algo asĆ? "Bien, estarĆ© esperando", escupiĆ³ el hombre con frialdad y, con un enĆ©rgico giro, saliĆ³ furioso, cerrando la puerta tras de sĆ con un sonoro golpe. ĀæCĆ³mo podĆa Kaitlin, una mera huĆ©rfana amnĆ©sica, arreglĆ”rselas sin Ć©l? Se burlĆ³ de la idea, curioso por saber cuĆ”nto tiempo podrĆa aguantar. La habitaciĆ³n volviĆ³ a quedar en silencio, dejando a la muchacha perdida. OyĆ³ el sonido difuso de los pasos de Alan mientras las lĆ”grimas empezaban a correr por su rostro, abrasĆ”ndole la piel como el fuego. Esto era el fin, la absurda obsesiĆ³n y el interpretar el papel de otra persona durante tres aƱos por fin terminaban. Se envolviĆ³ en la manta, tratando de evitar el frĆo, pero su corazĆ³n seguĆa helado y hueco, como desgarrado en pedazos, sin dejar nada mĆ”s que un desastre destrozado. Tres dĆas mĆ”s tarde, saliĆ³ del hospital, redactĆ³ los papeles del divorcio y los enviĆ³ a la empresa de Alan. Kaitlin accediĆ³ entonces a su cuenta de Twitter y compartiĆ³ un post. "He vuelto". ...... ĀæQuĆ© sucederĆ” en adelante? Los capĆtulos disponibles son limitados aquĆ, haga click el botĆ³n abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo mĆ”s contenidos maravillosos. 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š„š„Click to read the next chapter for freeš | After six years, Stella Richard finally came back this familiar city. She walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. When the taxi moved, all the memories she had tried to forget over the years began to flood her mind... Stella shook her head, chasing those thoughts away. This time, she hadnāt come back to dwell on old, useless memories. She was back because her boss had asked her to return. He told her that their company was at a dead end, and he wanted her to come back and solve the crisis. At first, Stella didnāt want to come, but after some thought, she decided to return... Six years ago, her boss had helped her during the most difficult time of her life, and she wanted to repay the favor... As for everything else, she no longer cared... At the Company... As Stella arrived, she noticed that most of the employees were engaged in a lively discussion. As she walked by, snippets of conversation reached her ears. "I heard that there are so many companies who want to buy our company." "Really! That means weāll have a new boss." "I just hope that our new boss should be good-looking, like a Korean drama CEO." "Hey! Do you know whoās going to buy the company?" Stella heard their chatter but didnāt care about the gossip. She knew these people didnāt actually care about who would buy the company or for what price. They just wanted to gossip. But she... She cared... and she was here to secure a good deal for her company. "Of course, itāll be Kingstonās, the RK Group. Who else in the city is powerful enough to challenge them?" Stella, who had been about to continue walking, stopped in her tracks. A name, both familiar and unfamiliar, reached her ears. "The Kingstons..." "RK Group..." Suddenly, memories Stella had locked away began to surge like a storm. Her mind was filled with those memories like a flood. Stella felt dizzy. It was as if she were still trapped in that RK mansion, surrounded by cold walls. Stella had thought she had long forgotten about him, but it seemed that it was just her illusion. [Flashback] Six Years Ago... In the RK Mansion... Stella walked out of the gate inside the living room. But her expression was somber. She moved as if in a daze. "Madam, what happened to you? Why do you look so pale and weak?" The one who spoke was Mia. She was working for Kingston's for years and always treated Stella like her daughter. Seeing her pale face and weak demeanor, Mia was worried. "Mia... Donāt worry, Iām fine. Itās just..." Stella glanced at the reports in her hand and said, "I havenāt had my period for two months, and when I went to the hospital..." She didnāt finish her sentence, looking at Mia with a mix of expectation and worry. They just stared at each other. Mia understood what Stella wanted to say. She was pregnant. But Mia also knew about the relationship between Mr. RK and Stella. She didnāt know what to say. In the end, she just congratulated her. Stella didnāt say anything and kept staring at the reports in her hand. She had been married to Rene Kingston for three years. But theirs was not a marriage of love... It was a contract marriage, with a three-year time limit. Because the woman he loved was her sister. RK had been about to marry her sister, Sophia, but for some reason, Stella had ended up replacing her sister. From the day they married, he had told her that their marriage was just a three-year contract and nothing more. For RK, their marriage was indeed just a contract, but for Stella, it was a beautiful gift from God. Because only she knew how happy she was when she found out she was going to marry RK. The man she had loved throughout her youth. All these years, Stella had given her best in this marriage, hoping that maybe, just maybe, their marriage would work out. Maybe he wouldnāt divorce her. Maybe he would want to stay with her... Maybe he would give their relationship a chance because of the child... Stella was still lost in thought when suddenly, a voice came from the door, shattering all her hopes and illusions. "I donāt want this child." The voice was cold and hard. Stella and Mia both turned to look in the direction of the voice. RK was standing at the door, staring at Stella. His face was cold and expressionless. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. He had a very handsome face and blue eyes. His blue eyes were like the deep ocean. If you looked into them. Then you would be drowned in it. Chapter 2 RK walked in and stood in front of Stella. He appeared like a king, towering above the world and looking down upon everyone as if they were nothing. With his tall frame and commanding aura, he exuded an undeniable power. Stella sat on the sofa, overwhelmed by his presence. She remained seated, staring at him, shocked by his words. She never expected this man to be so cold-blooded, uttering such harsh words without a second thought. There was no hesitation in his voice when he said he didnāt want the child. Stella looked into his eyes, trying her best to remain calm and hold back her tears. She didnāt want to appear weak in front of this cold man. The two of them just stared at each other in silence. After a while, RK walked over and sat opposite Stella. As he sat down, his assistant, Alex Triston, placed a stack of papers on the table. At the top of the papers were the words "Contract Expired." Alex looked at Stella and said, "Miss Richard, according to your contract with Mr. RK, three years have now been completed. Please sign here and finalize the process." Stella noted the change in how Alex addressed herāfrom Mrs. RK to Miss Richard. Even though she still hadn't signed her name. A mocking smile appeared on her face. She was sure that Alex wouldnāt have dared to take her so lightly, if it hadnāt been ordered by someone, of course, and that someone was none other than her husband. RK took the pen and signed his name without a pause or thought. After finishing, he looked at Stella and said, "You can stay here for a week and look for the house." Stella looked into the man's eyes which are calm as a lake. There was no regret, sadness, or hesitationānothing. It was as if he felt nothing about their relationship, which had suddenly gone through such a big change. But as this thought crossed her mind, she scolded herself. "Stella, are you a fool? How can you expect any regret or sadness from this stone-hearted man?" But still, she couldnāt control her emotions. Because she had loved this stone-heated man for so many years. Stella didnāt say anything and just looked at the man with whom she had spent the past three years. She had seen his face every day, yet now, as she looked at him, she still found him strikingly handsome. But... he was also the man who had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She didnāt want to show her vulnerability in front of him, so she tried her best not to cry. Her hand trembled as she held the pen. She looked at the papers, saw his elegant and strong handwriting, and signed her name. Just like her heart, her handwriting was also broken. Stella was shattered inside, but she didn't show this on her face. After she signed her name, she took a deep breath and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Kingston that he allowed me to stay here for a week, but after our contract expires I don't think I should stay here. I will leave immediately." After speaking, Stella glanced at Mia and asked, "Mia, can you help me pack my things?" Mia looked at Stella's face and saw how hard she trying not to cry and her heartache. She didn't want to do this, but she had to do it. Stella went upstairs to pack her belongings, while RK watched her retreating figure, his emotions unreadable. Stella looked around the room where she had lived for three years, her eyes turned blurred... She can't hold back her tears. She knew their marriage would end someday, but she hadnāt anticipated such intense pain in her heart. Stella didnāt have many things to pack. She just packed her belongings but left everything RK had bought untouchedā not even a single piece of clothing. Mia watched her in silence, unsure of what to say. Stella wiped away her tears and said, "Mia, donāt worry about me. Iām fine. Itās just that Iām not his Mrs. Right." With that, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. Downstairs... RK was still sitting on the sofa, watching Stella. But Stella didn't want to look at him and was ready to leave... "Where are you going?" Suddenly, his cold voice cut through the silence. Stella paused and turned to look at him. She hadnāt been on good terms with her family from the beginning, and after her marriage, it had been nearly impossible to maintain any connection with them. As for him, they were now divorced, so she felt no reason or obligation to tell him where she was going. "I donāt think my whereabouts has anything to do with Mr. Kingston. Weāre already divorced and have nothing to do with each other. Mr. Kingston must be focused on his future wife, not on his ex-wife..." Stella's tone was cold and it was like she was throwing daggers from her mouth. She couldnāt comprehend his hypocritical behavior. She wondered if it was her imagination or not, but it felt as though, after mentioning his future wife, the temperature in the room had dropped a lot. She felt a chill spread through her body and decided to leave. "Wait a second." His voice was firm and allowed no rebuttal. Chapter 3 Stella heard his voice and stopped. There was a little bit of hope in her heart. The man's eyes were dark and cold, filled with mysterious thoughts, and a layer of fog surrounded him. Suddenly, he spoke, "I don't want this child. Don't forget to take it out." RK looked at the woman in front of him and thought. She seemed like a pure and beautiful woman, and he didn't want her to carry his burden. Stella's hand, which was holding her luggage, trembled, and the little bit of hope in her heart vanished. She felt like someone had stabbed a knife into her heart. He had broken her heart so many times, but... she didnāt know why she still felt hurt every time it happened. "Boooom." His words exploded in her head like a bomb, and the little bit of hope she had left in her heart was also gone. The hands holding the bag tightened. She felt like someone had stabbed her heart, and she could smell the blood. Suddenly, she laughed at herself. She felt like a fool. How could she expect anything from a man who was so cold toward his child? "If you don't want this child, then why did you sleep with me?" She wanted to yell at him, but in the end, she didnāt say anything. He had once told her that he liked children, which was why she hadnāt taken the pills. But... It was as if he liked children but not with her. Stella's heart was in so much pain, but she didnāt want to let him see her tears. She didnāt turn around, keeping her back facing him. Stella took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Kingston, donāt think too much. I also donāt want this child at all. I have already decided to get rid off it." She was about to leave but then stopped and said, "One more thing, I hope we donāt see each other again in this life." After she said, Stella didnāt stop for a minute and left. At first, she didnāt want to leave this place, but now... She felt suffocated. Stella held her bag tightly and left without looking back. RK watched the womanās back, struggling to keep herself straight and not stumble. His eyes were dark and filled with unreadable emotions. Only after her figure disappeared from his sight did his tense back relax. [Flashback end] "I am sorry, I didnāt see you..." Suddenly, a man bumped into Stella, who was standing in the hallway. Files fell to the ground. But because of this she also came back from the memories from six years ago. "No, I am sorry," she said, helping him pick up the files before going into the elevator. As the elevator door opened, Jack Paul stood outside and greeted her. Jack Paul looked at Stella with a smile and said, "Stella, here you are. How are you? You are new here. If you need anything, please feel free to tell me." Stella looked at him and nodded. "I am fine, thank you." As they talked, they went to his office and sat down. Jack looked at Stella and said, "Stella, I am very happy that you accepted my offer and came back." As he spoke, he handed her a red file and continued, "I am sure you have heard that our company is going to be acquired by someone. This file contains the reports I made; take a look." Stella took the file and nodded. Jack continued, "Many companies want to buy our company, but among all of them, RK Groups is the best. However, the price offered by Mr. RK was too low." He paused and said, "This time, I ask you to come back so that you can turn the situation around." "RK Groups... Rene Kingston..." Stella's hands holding the file trembled. The memories she had locked away deep down in her heart suddenly resurfaced. Stella calmed herself and said, "I will do my best." "Thatās good," Jack laughed and said. "Now that you have taken on this project, I am not worried anymore." Chapter 4 The next day, at a coffee shop... Stella had already organized all the documents and asked the negotiation director of the RK Group to meet her at the coffee shop. As she was waiting, a man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses came over. But when he walked over and saw Stella, he looked shocked. Stella also looked at the person in front of her and was shocked, too. Because the one standing in front of her was RK's assistant, Alex Triston. For a moment, both of them stayed quiet. It was Stella who took the initiative and said, "Long time no see." Alex heard her words and quickly regained his composure. He nodded and sat down. Stella didnāt waste much time and went straight to the point. "Mr. Triston, here are the documents. If you find them satisfactory, please sign them." As she spoke, she pushed the documents in front of him. Alex looked at the eye-catching price of 70 million and was shocked. "Miss Richard, the RK Group can only offer 40 million. The price your company is asking for is very high." Stella didnāt want to sign this contract from the beginning. She would never let that man become her boss. She felt like she was wasting her time on the RK Group and should find another company. "It's alright, but we can't sign this contract." She said, packing her things and deciding to leave. Alex saw that she was about to leave and that she wasnāt interested in this deal, and he panicked. He rushed over and stopped her. "Miss Richard, please wait. Let me call and ask about the price again." Stella stopped and nodded. "Of course." Alex stepped to the side and made a call. **** At the RK Group's CEO office... RK was sitting in the head chair, listening to a report from the marketing department, when his phone rang. RK glanced at the phone and hung up. He didnāt like being disturbed at work. But after a few seconds, it rang again. The people standing in the office saw his cold expression and trembled. They felt like the person on the other side was about to die. RK's face didnāt look good, and the people reporting to him felt a chill down their spines. RK picked up the phone and asked, "What is it?" His voice was cold. Alex reported the situation on the other side. "Tell them itās not going to happen. 70 million is too much; theyāre not worth it." After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up. But Alex said something that made him pause for a while. His fingers tapped on the table, and after a minute, he replied, "Okay, then let's agree to 70 million." After that, he paused for a moment and added, "Tell her Iām coming to the company, and ask her to personally explain to me how itās worth 70 million." After he spoke, he hung up the phone. There were some unknown emotions in his deep blue eyes. The people from the marketing department heard his words and were shocked. "The CEO is going to personally sign the contract." "Is that negotiation really worth his visit?" Moreover, they knew that in this negotiation, Mr. Kingston didnāt need to be personally involved. All of them had question marks on their faces. **** Alex wasnāt too far away, so Stella could hear parts of his conversation. She heard Alex directly reporting her name to the person on the other side of the phone. Within just three minutes... "Miss Richard, wait! Mr. Kingston said that they have no problem with your price. The agreement must be set according to your companyās plan. Let's quickly sign the deal so that no one can back out." After he finished speaking, he took out the documents, signed his name, and handed the pen to Stella. Looking at his arrogant attitude, as if he had already bought her company, Stella was a little shocked. She stared at the pen in a daze. She hadnāt expected the agreement between the two companies to go so smoothly and effortlessly. Stella felt like she had made her stand clear by not lowering her price and being firm in her decision. But who would have thought that RK would be even more determined than she was in the acquisition of the company? He even agreed to sign the contract at her price. "Didnāt he pride himself on never changing his decisions, no matter what? Then why did he change this one?" she thought. "Was it because, after living with the love of his life, he changed?" But no matter what. Now, what could she do? Stella took the pen and signed her name. She didnāt care about him anymore. Anyway, she wasnāt going to stay here. Usually, she didnāt want him to become her boss, but what could she do? She needed to finish this job and leave quickly. Alex put the documents back, shook hands with her, and said, "Miss Richard, from now on, weāre colleagues in the same company. Please take care of us in the future!" Stella just gave him a forced smile. Only she and God knew how much she didnāt want this man to be her boss. Alex looked at her and added, "Miss Richard, please go back to the company quickly. Mr. Kingston will be there in a while. He said he wants you to... personally explain how your company is worth 70 million." Alex also didnāt know why his boss wanted Miss Richard to do it personally, after what happened between them before. But as an assistant, he could only do as he was told. ***** On the way back to the company... Stella was sitting in the car, but her mind was filled with thoughts of how RK would soon become her boss. "Ahhh! Stella, youāre the best. You just signed the contract as soon as you showed up!" The one who speak was the assistant to the director of the company. "Stella, you donāt know, but before you came, Mr. Paul sent many people to negotiate with Mr. Kingston, but he only kept lowering the price." She hugged Stella and said happily, "Stella, youāre our lucky star." Stella just lowered her head and didnāt speak. Because it wasnāt what she wanted. Lily continued, "Stella, you just came back, so you probably donāt know much about the city, right?" As she spoke, she leaned closer to Stellaās ear and whispered, "Let me tell you, Mr. Kingston is the most handsome man in X City. Heās not only handsome but also rich and capable. Heās the dream man of many women in the world." Stella heard her words and felt speechless. "I heard that he had a fiancĆ©e before, but he already left her, six years ago," Lily said. "He didnāt marry her sister?" Stella couldnāt believe they hadnāt married yet. Didnāt he give her a divorce because he wanted to marry her sister? She thought that by now, they must be married, have children, and be living happily together. "Stella, here you are." When Jack heard that Stella had reached an agreement with RK Groups, he personally came to welcome her with a big smile on his face. "Stella, you didnāt disappoint me. Quickly, go to the meeting room and sit for a while. 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šRead the next chaptersš | I had never seen Felix like this - fury was written all over his face, and his lanky figure was trembling slightly. I've known Felix since we were born. Our mothers were best friends and they were trying to pair us up again just now. I had a crush on him, and he always treated me kindly. But now, he glared at me and spat, "This is all your fault. You're constantly following me around! That's why they misunderstood! Stay away from me!" I hadn't expected him to say something like that. I stared at him dumbfounded. Both my parents and Felix's parents ceased their conversation about our wedding and future. Felix wasn't done yet. "Who gave you guys the right to make my life decisions for me? I'm my own man. I'll never marry her, so you all can just stop trying to pair us up!" Felix shouted as he glared at everyone in the house. His eyes were filled with hate. It made me want to curl up into a ball out of embarrassment. The house remained completely silent. Everyone's gaze was on me, and I could feel my heart throbbing in pain. 18 years. We spent every day together for 18 years. He was my world, and I gave him everything. Yet, all I got was humiliation. He had trampled all over my dignity and self-worth in front of his whole family and mineā¦ My father, usually calm, flushed crimson at Felix's harsh words, his fists clenched. Mom, too, looked angry and embarrassed, jaw agape, her expression one of disbelief. Uncle Austin, Felix's father, slapped Felix, scolding, "You rebellious boy! Who taught you to behave like that?" The impact of slap sent Felix reeling, and he hit his head on the corner of the wall. Felix slumped to the floor in pain, leaving an unmistakable streak of red on the white walls. Aunt Mel rushed forward with concern, "Felix, my son! Are you alright?" Felix shot me a scathing glare as if I had committed an unspeakable crime. "Are you happy now, Luna?" he spat. I stared back at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down my face and onto the floor. Even though I liked him, that didn't mean he could throw wild accusations and embarrass me as he pleased! I liked him, but I, too, had my sense of dignity! If loving him was a crime and the reason why he thought he could humiliate me, then I would gladly change! "I'm sorry, Felix. I never thought that my actions would have bugged you so much," I forced the humiliation down as I continued, "I, Luna Lawson, swear that from this moment onward, I will never bother you again, Felix." I bit my lip hard, and the sharp tang of blood exploded across my tongue. I, Luna Lawson, also swear to myself - I won't endure the same humiliation AGAIN! | LEARN_MORE | https://ocankn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10463&u | Massive story | https://www.facebook.com/61552493980605/ | 660 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | ocankn.com | DCO | https://ocankn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10463&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438221346_347076918382053_5509872404599054561_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pHCKWz97dc0Q7kNvgESHpIq&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ArCgOkoQmmk89vBIOCrGAfX&oh=00_AYCTW4kmia6B6e5AKRTO-cntF1aDjTrmwTXZBKQ2WzgJJw&oe=67067ADD | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Massive story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Continuar lendoššš | O CEO a considerava como uma substituta e disse friamente: "Agora ela estĆ” de volta, vocĆŖ pode sair." Um mĆŖs depois, quando ele encontrou o relatĆ³rio do teste de gravidez dela, se arrependeu e comeƧou a procurĆ”-la em todo o mundo. === === CapĆtulo 1 O bebĆŖ deles "Senhora, nossos exames indicam que a parede uterina estĆ” incrivelmente fina, o que torna a situaĆ§Ć£o do feto bastante delicada. Ć crucial que vocĆŖ se alimente bem e faƧa atividades fĆsicas", explicou o mĆ©dico, estendendo um pedaƧo de papel para Sabrina Chavez. "Aqui, pegue isso e compre o medicamento." "Entendido, doutor", ela respondeu, cuidadosamente pegando a receita do mĆ©dico. O mĆ©dico enfatizou: "Por favor, assegure-se de cuidar bem de si mesma. Isso Ć© uma questĆ£o muito sĆ©ria. Uma parede uterina fina pode aumentar o risco de aborto espontĆ¢neo, e muitas mulheres que passaram por isso enfrentam dificuldades para conceber novamente, o que Ć© lamentĆ”vel." "Obrigada, doutor. Vou me cuidar bem", Sabrina assegurou, com um sorriso decidido em seus lĆ”bios. Durante os trĆŖs anos de casamento, ela vinha esperando ansiosamente por esse bebĆŖ e estava determinada a fazer tudo que estivesse ao seu alcance para protegĆŖ-lo. Depois de sair do consultĆ³rio, Sabrina pegou o medicamento e entrou em seu carro. O motorista deu partida no carro e olhou para ela atravĆ©s do retrovisor. "Senhora, o voo do senhor Blakely estĆ” previsto para chegar Ć s trĆŖs da tarde. Ainda temos vinte minutos. Devemos seguir para o aeroporto agora?" "Sim, vamos." A ideia de se reunir com seu marido em poucos minutos aqueceu seu coraĆ§Ć£o, provocando um sorriso. Seu marido, Tyrone Blakely, estava ausente em uma viagem de negĆ³cios por quase um mĆŖs e ela vinha sentindo sua falta terrivelmente. Durante a viagem de carro, ela se pegou revisando constantemente o relatĆ³rio de gravidez, acariciando suavemente sua barriga. Em apenas oito meses, ela e Tyrone dariam as boas-vindas ao precioso bebĆŖ deles neste mundo. Ela mal podia esperar para compartilhar a notĆcia maravilhosa com ele. Assim que chegaram ao aeroporto, o motorista estacionou o carro estrategicamente. "A senhora vai ligar para o senhor Blakely agora?" Sabrina olhou a hora em seu relĆ³gio e ligou para o marido, mas ele nĆ£o atendeu. &8& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.lera.mobi/9316409-fb_contact-j40-110 | Mebe novel | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.lera.mobi | IMAGE | https://fbweb.lera.mobi/9316409-fb_contact-j40-1101-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=241242718481731&rawadid=120214401893870663 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460833399_551755143863350_9169343173618571293_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NhqdqjCq5BMQ7kNvgHMooD1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ALI9d0x_h3dz14vK-dxzWnH&oh=00_AYC23Io9jQTMrGENS3mo-Gxd8DT9ICx7A4g_65raVWbaGQ&oe=67065DD8 | REGULAR_PAGE | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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