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2,254,809	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2254634}'	Yes	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	My husband Elijah wanted to do some sweet things with me again, however, he suddenly brought up his ex-girlfriend. This caused my emotions to explode. I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” He traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. "You know," he said, oblivious to my disappointment, "she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years." Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking… But no one cares. Not even my own husband. I’m nothing to him. He doesn’t love me and he never learned to. That’s the most painful of all. A sudden surge of clarity and calmness washed over me. “I want to divorce you.”	LEARN_MORE	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	818	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	thebvhwysgng.com	DCO		https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13552&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/t39.35426-6/456271392_1222513185551691_3191653593945147465_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xJVh52TKJLkQ7kNvgHUdS-f&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ar1FtvUsCDHLCNAOActdWA9&oh=00_AYCSKnuOMV2Do4uwGMC3emyz-TyL2hCFz3GG2rMGwER92w&oe=671B642E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,253,202	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2253200}'	No	2024-10-20 20:22	active	1670	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	When I was forced to mate by Brandon, the Alpha’s son, all my illusions about bonded mates and love were shattered. My mate Brandon hates me, so as my brother, Michael. So when Brandon did all this to me, he and two of his friends just stood a foot away watching. "Undress!" I hear Alpha Brandon say. "No, I beg you ..." I say in a muffled voice. "I told you to undress!" he says, slapping me on the face, "I don't have all day!" I'm not moving. I look him in the eye but I know I can't change anything he has in mind. I look into my brother's eyes. "Michael... please." but Michael doesn't say anything he looks at me seriously. I don't know what's on his mind right now. "Grab her and off that ugly dress," Brandon tells the twins, who immediately grab me and tear my clothes and then throw me to the ground and holds me there while I'm struggling. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I have never hurt you! Leave me alone!" "So?" Jacob asks. "Who's first?" I look into Michael's eyes. He can't do that ... no matter how much he hates me, he's my brother. He can't hate me in such a way. Brandon unzips his pants as the twins hold me tighter and tighter glued to the floor. I feel him sit between my legs. If they manage to do what they set out to do, my life is over. I stare into Michael's eyes. "I hate you!" I tell him angrily, "I'm not calling you my brother from today on!" and I turn my head and close my eyes as I feel Brandon slip into me. Pain, anger, deep hatred. That is what I feel. After two in and out moves, in a split second I feel my body begin to tremble. It's something involuntary. The anger I feel seems to come out of every pore of my skin. Brandon stops and looks at me in panic. "Hell! What’s this?" I hear him panicking, "Michael, what's wrong with your sister?" With a force I never knew I possessed, I kick Alpha Brandon with my feet, making him fly almost two meters away from me, hitting the dinning table. I see him trying to get up but moaning in pain. "Elle..." I hear a faint woman's voice. I panic look behind but no one is around. "Who are you?" ..."Where are you?" I ask in panic. "I'm Athena ... your wolf." says the voice.	LEARN_MORE	https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=13894&u	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	818	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	befant.com	DCO		https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=13894&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458323307_1491196188175254_268335184391291546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=u4hExDqDCCUQ7kNvgH0qC8V&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8kqc8auTLjbo_Nm1pzY1J9&oh=00_AYBD8ULhRoGVU_aeOwhwOPHqhTnadLmsOYrxJS1ahpBqqA&oe=671B86F5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,252,113	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2252108}'	No	2024-10-20 20:13	active	1670	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	My sister Stephanie died on my fourteenth birthday, and everyone suspected I was the murderer. But as fate would have it, James, my sister's boyfriend, the person who hates me the most, is my mate... -- I returned to my pack on my birthday for the anniversary of my sister's death. Six years ago, Stephanie died on my birthday. Rumors spread throughout the pack that I was the cause of her death. I was bullied by everyone, it became unbearable, so I left here. But funny enough, Stephanie was so beloved that everyone should come for the anniversary of her death. Before the ceremony started, I came to the familiar waterfall. As I pray to the Moon Goddess, My wolf Rose start to pace back in forth in my head. I have no idea what is going on, until the overwhelming scent of vanilla and coffee beans hits my nose. "Mate! Lily, our mate is here! Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate!!!" I stand, dust the ashes off of my jeans, and turn around. My heart drops when I recognize the werewolf standing not far away from me. That's a bolt from the blue. There are a million different emotions running through my body as I continue to stare at the werewolf in front of me. “Rose, please tell me this is a joke,” I whisper through our link. “I can’t,” she whispers back. “This is real. He is our mate.” “How? How can this be? It does not make any sense!” I whisper-yell to her. “But he looks pretty happy.” Rose tells me. By the time Rose said something, James had moved much closer to me, and we could now see his eyes and the look on his face. To my utter shock, Rose was right. James looked… happy. No, not happy. James looked thrilled. He stared at me with astonishment, amazement, and… love? “Rose, how is this possible? James hates me. He loves my sister. How could he be our mate? And how could he possibly be happy about it?” “The mate bond is a powerful thing, Lily,” Rose responds. Okay, Rose is right about that. As much as I hate James, I feel a strong, powerful draw to him right now. It is almost suffocating. This is not right. Something is wrong here. I want to protest more… I want to ask how I could be mated to the male that has loved and grieved for my sister and has spread rumors about me causing me to be tortured and shunned for the past six years… Life does not flip on a switch. Six years of heartache cannot be erased so easily. Rose is a wolf, and she is blinded by instinct and the mate bond. My role as her human counterpart is to help us see logic and reason. … but James keeps coming closer to me, the love in his eyes has only become more obvious. And the closer James comes, the more his scent and the mate bond overpowers any sense of logical thought in my brain. James reaches out and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb. The sparks from his touch are my undoing. I lean my face into his palm. “You are back!!! Oh, I cannot believe that you are back!!! How long have I hoped... and prayed that you would come back! And… you are my mate,” he whispers, in a tone suggesting that he is just as shocked as I am. “You are so beautiful. How is it possible for you to become so much more beautiful than before?” I blush as he pulls me into a hug, leans down, and buries his face in my neck. “You smell like chocolate and raspberries. My favorite scents in the entire world.” After taking another big whiff of my scent, James stands up straight so that he can peer into my eyes. He takes my hand and spins me around. “You have changed so much.” “I must say, I always loved your blond hair, but the reddish brown really suits you.” He said. Wait, blond hair? “James, I ----” I haven't finished yet, James leans down and kisses me. His lips feel so soft, and the sparks are so strong, that I immediately forget what I was worrying about. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, which I immediately give him. The kiss quickly becomes more and more passionate and heated. We continue kissing until we need to break for air. James smirks proudly, “You, Stephanie Brogan, are mine. All mine.” I felt my world crashing down all around me.	LEARN_MORE	https://getokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10745&u	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	818	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	getokn.com	DCO		https://getokn.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=10745&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-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/456814624_1667274690481432_3956193502403313806_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JP9szjB5hwgQ7kNvgERFDRz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AbRS3xHNQ38dLwHbddGqqDY&oh=00_AYCOxAz4m5mmO9eX7lG33qDaRwP8-q0cvM99W3RBEkhNyQ&oe=671B8CD8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,252,119	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2252118}'	Yes	2024-10-20 20:13	active	1670	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	We were now the new Alpha and Luna of The Nightcrawlers Pride and we were expected to carry out our duties immediately. While no one would say it, I knew that the 'baby making process' was expected as well. We headed to our new room to commence and mark the final activity for the mating ceremony. A day that I had looked forward to all my life. I was nervous and it didn't seem like a good one. I didn't know what to expect but I was already wet, my niples had rolled into tight buds and they tried to gain attention and drill a hole through my outfit. I stepped into the room before him. "I'll be right back," he said and I nodded, closing the door behind me. Immediately, I dashed to the bathroom and took a shower. I couldn't afford this moment to be ruined. I wrapped the towel around my chast and got out of the shower. My heart hammered in my chast. Karson was staring at me with his undivided attention. His gaze dropped lower and I tightened my hand around my towel. The air was thick and in an instant, he was taking long strides towards me. I met him half way and while my hands reached out to touch his face and pull him into a kiss, his hand grabbed my towel and he yanked it off. I gasped in shock but his hands grabbed my brreasts. I was immediately enveloped in the feel of him. I wrapped my hands around his back as he licked and softly nibbled on my hard niples. His rough hands trailed down my body and kicked my legs apart. He slid two fingers into my core and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. "How are you so wet?" He mumbled to himself. I couldn't breathe. His fingers were bigger than mine so they stretched me more than I had ever done to myself. I felt so full and I hadn't even had the real thing yet. He pumped into me hard and fast, soon my legs shook and my eyes were fluttering close. "Karson," I wanted it now. I wanted it right now. I wanted his shaft filling me up and I wanted his bite mark over my neck. "Fvcking hel, Irene!" He cursed and roughly pulled out his fingers. He grabbed my wrist and made me climb the bed, he pressed a hand to my waist and I knew what he wanted.	LEARN_MORE	https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14374&u	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	818	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	befant.com	DCO		https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14374&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461381295_1047237326809879_2047251461871923527_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=nd4UqlNju_sQ7kNvgGjwyr4&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AbRS3xHNQ38dLwHbddGqqDY&oh=00_AYAj90rBdI7Gx5dmNo_Md1HEQojbF0SJRd_xn3fe9XO8rg&oe=671B6926	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,251,597	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2251589}'	No	2024-10-20 19:59	active	1669	💖😍one click to continue FREE reading👉	Allison’s POV. Tears laced my eyes, the image in front of me was too hard for me to believe, yet it was all there, staring at me right in the face. "I never wanted you, Allison. You’re cursed. Your hair is Red. Your eyes are too Red . Like a witch, who wants to mate with someone like that?" If it were the tons, the crowd, the people of the pack, the words would never hurt. I had grown too tough for their words to hurt. But it was Merlin, the man I wanted to marry, the man I had his ring right in my pocket, about to propose to. "It has always been your sister. It has always been Arya. It has never and would never be you." He spat to my face, closing the distance between us, "so before I disgrace you, give your blessings immediately." He urged, his eyes turning pitch green. * TEN MINUTES EARLIER. "Dirtbag." "Look at how hideous she looks." "Can’t she dye her hair or do something to it?" "Why is she allowed to even attend? She brings bad omen anywhere she goes. Move away from her, Alice. She’s bad for you." I don’t care about the opinions of irrelevant people. My gaze was fixed on the five-tier cake in the middle of the hall, and the luxurious decorations in every corner of the room. Even the champagne glasses were intentionally adorned with her smiling face. It formed a stark contrast with the convenience store cake they hurriedly bought out of pity for my birthday. I clenched my fists bitterly, striving not to let my expression show. Twenty years have passed, and I’m still treated the same way, as if I had never come out of their wombs. Twenty years, and even a fool would know that I can never compare to the outstanding treatment she receives. On my own birthday, the only thing they did was prepare a cake, and it wasn’t until late at night that they remembered to bring the cake and even wish me a happy birthday. A sharp pain shot through my head and throat. Red, the color most hated by the wolf pack, because the witches have brought so much disaster to the pack. Unfortunately, I bear the mark of a witch, which puzzles me. My parents and my sister have black-brown hair, but my hair, including my eyeballs, is a fiery red color. Especially at the moment of my birth, the pack suffered a massive downpour that destroyed everyone’s homes and food supplies. Since then, the curse has become my nickname. "So you should live quietly in the pack with a grateful attitude, like a mute." For twenty years, I’ve been taught that I must live like a rat, unseen by the pack. But I haven’t submitted. I still fight back against the injustice I face. The reason I dare to do so is that once when I was pushed down, I chose to cry instead of getting back up and fighting back. That time, I received an angry whipping from my father. I think even though my father dislikes me, he dislikes having a weak daughter even more. Although he ignores the harm done to me, he hates weakness even more. But today I have more important things to do. I touched the ring in my pocket again, and my steps quickened. A familiar shrill, caustic voice rang out, and then a beautifully dressed girl, looking like a Barbie doll in a princess gown, pushed me. "And if you even wanted to show up badly, could you not have found something to cover all of this! Must you always embarrass me!" She harshed out in between gritted teeth, her eyes wide open. Lest I forget, my name is Allison, the red haired and eyes of the pack, second daughter of the Alpha and Luna whom I have never for once called father or mother because it was an abomination for me to do so. I was not a blessing. I was not a child. I was not a person. I was a curse. She yanked my tank top down, trying to cover the cursed mark that has made me everyone treat me like a rogue instead of a princess, her finger dangling in front of my face, "You better find something else to wear, and find a head wrap to that red hair of yours unless I’ll finally be cutting everything away tonight." She strode away after one more glaring look, my eyes following her until she finally disappeared before downing the last of my drink. I dropped the glass to the tray of one of the waiters, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as my eyes rounded the entire room again. The sight of all the golden hair, the purple hair, the brown hair made my stomach churn with bitterness and jealousy. When I was very young, I would pray to be one of them. Red hair was a curse to the pack, and my head was a symbol of the curse I bore. I would cry in my room to miraculously wake up one day and have it gone, to have my eyeball be normal just like everyone, to have the stupid long mark that stretched from one end of my stomach to the other end disappear. All to just be normal. But now I was past all of those stages, and tonight was going to be the end of everything bad and the beginning of a new thing for me. And as my feet moved, I had just one person to find in mind, my lover, and my boyfriend. Whom I was going to propose to tonight. Despite the clusters of people all around, one thing my curse made easy for me was moving swiftly. They parted for me, none of them wanting my hand or body to come in contact with theirs. I climbed the stairs quickly, my heart racing and beating wildly in my chest. Merlin was the first man to look at me differently. The first man to not care whether my eyes were pitch red or my hair was too red for the pack. He was the only man that touched me and won’t have disgust in his eyes. The man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My parents were planning to send me out of the house tomorrow, it was a piece of information I had stumbled on without their knowledge, and before they could do that, I was planning to get married to Merlin. We were in love, and I’ve been discussing it with him. It was bound to happen anyway, I was just speeding it along. "Merlin!" I called out, opening another door. I was just about to open another door when my eyes caught a whiff of his curly golden hair, turning back to see if it was him. A smile lit up the corners of my lips as I moved towards him, about to utter his name when my feet halted, the sight in front of me causing all the music to die down. My heart tightened in my chest, my lungs unable to take in any more air. "Merlin... my significant other... I finally found you," she continued to says. "Yes, Arya, I never dreamed that a princess as beautiful as you would be my significant other. I thought Alison was my best choice. But I was wrong..." "You know, I really want Alison to see this now. Her face will definitely be as red as her hair." Alia smiled evilly. I couldn’t bear it any longer. "You…you’re mates.." I uttered, both of their heads snapping towards me instantly. A tear slid down my eyes, my lips quivering so bad as my eyes met with Merlin’s deep green own. "What are you doing here?" He growled, dropping Arya’s arm. "You…you’re mates.." I repeated, unable to keep that realization from my head. "What are you doing here, Allison!" He growled again, rushing towards me and immediately slamming my back to the wall. More tears dropped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. The man I was supposed to marry, my own man… "Do you think we had anything going?" He scoffed out, releasing his grip on me. "I told you babe, you should have cut it off immediately. Now you’ve given her false hope, thinking that a cruel useless being like her is deserving of love. Urgh, poor Allison.." I heard Arya mock. "I never wanted you, Allison. You’re cursed. Your hair is Red . Your eyes are too Red. Who wants to mate with someone like that?" "Such a delusional girl." Arya added, the mockery in her voice evident. The minute that statement left her mouth, my wolf growled within me, anger consuming me entirely. My claws elongated, catching Merlin off guard as I used my entire energy to push him away. I was just about to claw her face, so close to the fear that was evident in her widened eyes when I felt a force from my back, pushing me to the ground. "Are you out of your mind!" My mother yelled out. "Get up." The alpha, my father said. I ignored all the pain oozing out of every part of my body, picking myself up,trying my hardest to stifle the rumble of anger coursing through me as I stood up, facing the three of them. "Your sister is mated to Merlin. They are mates, and in no nonsense of yours should you try anything stupid." "Anything stupid…" I uttered, my voice breaking as hot tears filled my eyes. "He was…we were.. "That’s none of my business, if you had not been a bad woman, things would not be this way.." "Fat.. A hot slap landed on my cheeks instantly, "I am not your father." He growled at me. "Now, offer your blessings to them before I throw you out of my pack and you don’t want to dare me." I looked up at him, anger clouding my judgment and making me say words I wished never left for my mouth because of what happened next. I looked him in the eye, my red orbs a stark contrast to his brown orbs, snarled at him before saying, "And what if I don’t?" ALLISON’S POV. Saying those words to my father did not end well for me at all. Two hot slaps to my face, plenty kicks to my stomach and not to talk of the ridicule and embarrassment he put me through. I downed the third bottle, the tears that were threatening to spill burning at the back of my throat. My chest was physically hurting and also internally hurting. In one night, the night I had thought everything would change, everything has gone from changing to a more wrecking disaster. After my father got his fill with me, he made me bless the union of my sister and my boyfriend, the words I hated myself so bad for saying ringing in my head, making me clench the bottle in my hand harder. "I, Allison Stark, bless the union of both of you, and wish you a happy life." Why? Why was the moon goddess cruel to me? Why was the world entirely cruel to me? I blinked at the same time I sniffed, the tears getting their way out as another batch rose in my lids. My father’s words rang in my head, the situation I had tried so hard to avoid finally in my front. "Tomorrow you’ll partake in the Wolf’s king bridal ceremony. I have no freaking use for a curse like you. All you do is take more and more out of us and you give us nothing in return!" The wolf’s king’s bridal ceremony was an event hosted for the most cruel wolf in the world. The alpha of all alphas, king of the entire wolf community and it was always a bloody ceremony. The ceremony was just for him picking his new sleep-buddies, women, degraded to nothing but that. I massaged my throat where my father’s fingerprint lied, "and if you dare.." he had said, "if you dare try to do anything funny, I will kill you, Allison, you’ve never been my daughter and I have never cared for you, I won’t start caring now." He spat before they all turned to leave. I remembered watching Merlin intertwine his hands with Arya, asking her if she’s okay, kissing her cheeks the same way he used to kiss mine. The memory was all too hot, too painful. He was the one thing I thought I had in this world, in this cruel cruel wolf world. And he was gone. Just like that. He was gone. And I was alone. Again. "Hmm…" I sobbed quietly, drinking more and more of the alcohol. I had no idea if it was the rush from downing the alcohol or something else but my stomach churned almost immediately, my bum leaving the chair as I rushed to the toilet, spilling my guts into the sink. A strong scent wafted into my nose the same time a strong hand touched my back. Everything in my body became heightened, my wolf whining in my head. I looked up to the mirror to see a set of golden orbs looking straight back at me, his gaze deep with a desire. "You… "Mate!" My wolf rang in my head. I stared at him through the mirror, unable to take my eyes off him. His hair was neat, a part of it falling to his face to cover one of his eyes. His jaw was tense and strong, his lips pursed and tightly closed. His aura was suffocating, strong and filled with something we both needed. I gulped down, ignoring every alarm bell ringing in my head as I turned to look at him. His hand that was resting on my back slipped but I could still feel his print there. "Who are.. He didn’t allow me to finish as he crashed his lips on mine, biting hard on my lower lip and gaining entrance to my mouth. It must be the mate bond because every part of my body went on fire the minute his tongue locked with mine, kissing him back fiercely. His scent was stronger, filling me in, urging my desires more and more. He lifted me up with just a scoop and I swear when he opened the toilet door the bar was already very quiet. His hand roamed around my body, touching every part of me and arousing every hair on my skin. He dropped me to the bed, how we got there I had no idea. I was hot and wild. I had no idea who this man was, the only thing calming me down was that he was my mate and he desired me as much as I also desired him at the moment. The minute his trouser went down and he climbed back to the bed, "what’s your name?" His deep voice hushed around my ear, his tongue taking a swipe around my ear that made my back arch. "Please.." "Tell me your name and I’ll continue this. You belong to me now. I want you. Tell me.. "Allison." I cut him off. "You’re mine now." Those were the last words we said to each other as his teeth sank down to my neck, and the night went down in insatiable rage and desire for each other. * I was the first to wake up the next morning, my eyes opening to an extremely dark room. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, hoping to relieve myself when I saw it, the mark on my neck, the one I could see right in the mirror staring at me. My heart dropped down to my stomach, my body tensing instantly. Fear crawled down my spine as I immediately started scratching the part, "no..no…no…this can’t be.." I muttered to myself, panic lacing every action of mine. I knew this mark too well. I have read and read on it. It was the mark only wolf king could give. A bite that was different from the rest, showing that their Luna and mate is different from the rest. "No..no.." I don’t want a life with a wolf king. To be subjected to such torture, such life where I would be nothing but a mere slave and a mere Luna. I rushed out, finding my clothes hastily as I wore them. "I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to run. I need to leave. I need to get out. I…" I kept muttering the words to myself, trying to quickly figure everything out. I was on my way out the door when I saw a black wallet on the night stand. My hand grabbed it, opened it and my eyes widened at the wads of cash laying there. "I..Allison..reject whatever your name is. I can’t be your luna. And I’m very sorry." I was going to leave here, I was going to run from the wolf world and start another for myself. I approached him carefully, counting my steps not to wake him up. My wolf whined sadly as I leaned and pecked his forehead, gulping down painfully. "I just can’t.." I muttered. I counted my steps out of the room, evading quietly. I didn’t look back until I got to the pack border where I took a long last look at the place where I had grown up to hate. One day. One day when I’m better, I’ll come back and burn everyone who did me wrong to the ground. DANIEL(ALPHA KING’S POV) I was boiling with rage, my hand on my feet as I repeatedly kept tapping on the foot of the chair. Allison. Allison. Allison. That was what my mate’s name sounded like. That was what her parents named her. I was furious and at the same time mesmerized by her actions. After a played night with me, she didn’t only have the effrontery to run away but she still picked up my wallet, my entire cash I had brought on this trip, not that I couldn’t get more but she still had to take it all and run off. A laugh found its way out of my throat as the corners of my lips tugged up. I couldn’t wait to see her and fit her under my shoulder and take her home. I could not remember anything she looked like, or sounded like. The only time I heard her voice was when she told me her name. Like how her hair was pitch redb and the mark on her stomach. "Your highness, we’re here." My beta, Kai announced. I looked outside the car to find people standing there, people in her pack, or probably her parents. In the search that my beta, Kai did, he found out she was the second daughter of their pack, and for some weird reason people of the pack don’t like her. I was still searching all of them when my eyes fell on a particular black haired, my eyes squinting at the shaking and trembling of her hands. A smile lit up my lips. Of course, she had to be scared. She stole from me and also ran off. Seeing her standing there made my heart rumble, something that wasn’t supposed to happen. I shoved the rest of the audacious smile down my throat, stepping out of the car. "You fancy her, don’t you?" The smug voice of my wolf sounded in my head. "Don’t hope too much. I don’t want anything to do with her." "Words of a liar." My wolf added, a little whine before his voice totally disappeared. Of course I fancy her, she was my mate! My mate! A man rushed to my front, crashing down to his knees and bowing instantly, "Alpha king, we had no idea… we had no idea you were coming..if we… "Bring her to me." I cut him off, my eyes focused on one person and one person only. He stood up quickly, my eyes falling down to look down at him. I knew I was ridiculously tall, but never in my life have I met an alpha as ridiculously short as he is. I shoved him out of the way, my long legs striding towards the girl. Oh God, I loved the effect I had on her. "Please! Please don’t come!" She yelled out, turning her back to run when I used my wolf-speed and caught up to her. The first thing that died down was all my hope, the tingling in my heart and the smile I had on my face. The minute our eyes met, I figured instantly and anger rumbled within me. I clenched my jaw so hard, "who are you?" "I…I’m..Allison…" I grabbed her jaw, my wolf coming back to my head. He was much as angry as I am. He was expecting to see her. "You’re not her. So I would ask you for the last time, who are you!" I yelled to her face, gripping her jaw harder. "I’m terribly sorry, Your Highness," an elderly woman suddenly rushed out, crouching beside me, her voice filled with fear. "She is my young daughter, Arya. Please spare her..." I released the lady in front of me and turned to the older woman, who must be Arya’s mother. "Where is she? I mean the real Allison!" I roared, having no patience left for their act. "She…" I looked back to the girl in front of me and suddenly saw a different color sneaking out of her red hair. My brows furrowed as a suspicion crept into my mind, removing her wig instantly. A loud gasp left her mouth, but it just intensified my anger. "Why are you dressed this way? What is going on in this pack!" I growled, my eyes roaming around to look at every one of them. "I..I don’t want to be your lover. I have a mate already. I just thought if I dress like Allison, she’s like a witch, I thought if I dressed like her, you would not want me. Please.." the lady begged, going down on her knees, "please don’t take me..please.." Disgust swarmed into my bloodstream at her nonsense act, but a torch of light filled me up at the information of what my mate was, "where is the other girl? Where is Allison?" I asked, trying to hide my interest. "My lord, how did you come to know Allison?" I clenched my jaw, irritation mixing with all the other emotions I was having already. "Your second daughter is a thief. I want to punish her." "Nope.." I cut in again, "I need to punish her." "Liar, you need to see her." My wolf whispered. "I knew it, father! I knew she was up to something bad again." The lady kneeling in front of me suddenly said. She looked at me, our eyes meeting for the second time, "Allison is a witch. A curse on your highness. She was angry last night and I knew she must have gone up to do something bad. Your highness, it would be better to find another woman than to waste your time on Allison, she’s a lost cause. A disaster. A… "Arya!" My head snapped to meet the alpha’s hot headed eyes, "why was she angry last night?" He passed an angry look to the lady called Arya before meeting my gaze again, "Your highness, it was nothing. Her sister here Arya is mated to her lover and she found out last night. She was angry and she thought it was a betrayal.. "It is a betrayal." I finished for him. My mind cackled at all the information I had gotten from them. I stepped away from both sister and mother, stepping down to the bare ground, "so where is she now?" "We…we haven’t seen her since last night. She must have ran off." A grin graced my lips, shocking my core. I clenched my fist to my back, trying to control my anger, "so not only did you betray her, you treated her like nobody to the point where she ran away from the house… "Your highness.." "Kai, do we have any affiliations to this pack?" My beta rushed towards me, "yes, we have some, not..many." My eyes darkened as I looked at every one of them. I was happy, something that rarely happened. I was looking forward to seeing her again, the more I thought of it the angrier I got. And yet because of the way they treated her, my mate slipped away from my hand, even before I could have a normal conversation with her. "I’ll definitely be in touch with you people. You would hate yourself for what you did.. "Your highness.. "My lord.. "Wolf king.. I turned my back at them, my feets moving hastily and anger pounding in my drum ears. Allison.. Allison.. her name kept sounding in my ear, a familiar tune I was about to get used to. "Find her, Kai. I want you to search every nook and cranny of every wolf kingdom. She’s my Luna. She would be your queen. Find her." SIX YEARS LATER. ALLISON’S POV. "Like I said and I’ve been saying, this project that we’re trying to make right now is like a calming agent. We all know wolves have difficulties leaving their mates. We all want to travel, go to luxurious places. Sometimes they have businesses to attend to and yet can’t go because their mates can’t afford to leave them." "This agent is just something that makes it easier. You can go as far as a hundred meters from your mate and not even feel it." Cheers erupted from the crowd, the reporters swarming to jot something down while some muttered something within each other. "Asides that Miss Hardin, there has been a question we’ve all been trying to ask. It has been four to five years now yet we’ve not seen a husband. Are you keeping it from us?" They all laughed, something I found incredibly stupid. I rolled my eyes inwardly at the question. I was expecting the question already. I put on a smile, looking straight at the reporter that asked through my glasses, "as you know, I’m a single mother of three, and I love my children so much. I don’t intend on jeopardizing their happiness for some fling or something called marriage. I intend on being a hot, single mother of three and a businesswoman till the end." I bowed to all of them, turning my back to leave and ignoring their yells. Six years. Six years of groundbreaking hard work. Six years of dedicating my life to my kids and to figuring out something for my life and yet what they want and expect me to do is to be "….a happily married woman." I mocked, throwing my bag into my car and slamming the door. I dropped my head on the wheel, exhaling a sharp breath. I never thought I would get to this stage. If someone had asked Allison who was madly in love with Merlin and hated by her entire family, she would never have seen this. I was now the top most business woman, Allison Hardin, a medical professional and researcher of the Wolf industry, highly respected and regarded and also, a mother of three. After getting to the human world, I discovered I was pregnant two months later and that was when life came crashing down. After numerous debts from both of my friends, Aurora and Shirley, and almost dying from giving birth to three bouncing babies, two boys and a girl. I decided to return to school. I bagged my degree, bagged another and another and built the company with Aurora. Sometimes I wish I could go back home and rub into their face that the famous witch is the owner of what they were all looking forward to, the agent that makes them stay away from their mates. And also break mate bonds. I drove out of the park, speeding across the highway with a slow music blasting from the speaker. I was a high Lana del ray fan. Her music speaks to me, keeps me calm and makes my heart flutter. The reporter’s question kept running through my mind. Do I need a husband? Am I not good enough without any? Was I ready to love again? All those questions and many more swarmed my head. After Merlin’s betrayal, men had never looked the same in my eye again. It didn’t take long for me to get home, the security opening the gate and bowing as I drove to the front of the house. My vallet was already waiting for me, opening the door as I stepped down and collected the car key from me. "I want the black Porsche prepared for tomorrow, the driver for the kids would be here." "Yes, ma’am." Happiness swarmed within me at every step I took towards the house. My children were sitting inside, waiting for me. They were the joy and happiness of my life, my motivation to keep going. I sneaked into the house, a bouncy smile on my face because I wanted to shock them. I moved my legs one after the other, my lips tightly folded. My smile grew bigger as I saw their three heads, mushed against each other with a stark contrast of hair color. I was about to yell out and scare them when the tv words caught my interest, "The wolf king, Daniel Milano, has announced the search for his mate AGAIN." The reporter started, stressing the word again. "This time it’s more urgent as this would be his last year being the wolf king as an ultimatum has been passed to him. If he doesn’t find his mate, then he’ll simply be removed. He has asked women of different race and positions, both human and wolves to fill an online form as there would be a meeting of mates." "Turn that off." I muttered, fear crawling through my spine. Their heads whipped towards me at the same time, a loud cry of ’mummy’ filling the air as they rushed towards me. "Did you hear that, mummy? The wolf king is searching for his mate." "You should fill the form, mummy. You’re a queen already, you should be the Luna queen and rule the world!" One of them said, I looked down at them, smiling quickly and ignoring the beads of sweats forming at my back. "Why would mummy want to be a queen? He’s undeserving of her. Mummy can be our queen alone." My daughter, Lena said, clearing my mind as I smiled happily at them. I crouched to look at them, shoving my spit down my throat, "mummy is not going anywhere okay, mummy is here for you over and over again. I don’t need to be a queen for anyone when I have you guys." Their hearty giggles made my heart warm as they all hugged me, talking over each other and recounting their days to me. Yet the only thing on my mind was how different this search was, making me scared. For years he has always limited his search to the wolf world, not bringing it close to the human world at all. But this time, this time.. It was different. As if he was very close, and very near to finding me. "Mom, are you okay?" Lena asked, her eyes full of concern. "Do you need me to do anything for you?" "I’m fine," I smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "I’m alright, dear. You don’t need to do anything." Lena was always the first to sense my emotions, not just because she’s a girl, but because she was born with magical abilities. To spare me from the pain of being away from my mate, she had used her powers multiple times to help me get through the full moon heats, but her body had become increasingly frail. She was noticeably thinner than her twin brother. I went over and hugged her again. "Lena! Promise me you won’t use your abilities anymore. You know, mom has successfully developed a potion." ALLISON’S POV "What’s your name? Tell me your name and I’ll continue…" I looked right into his eyes, my wolf screaming "mate, mate, mate" in my head. "I need to know your name…" His teeth grazed my skin, and instead of the usual fear of a mate marking you, it only made my body hotter. "Allison… please, Allison…" "Good girl…" I opened my eyes to find myself in bed, soaked in sweat, my heart racing madly in my chest. I closed my eyes, heaving a deep breath as my head fell back onto the pillow. Two weeks since that announcement, and I’ve been dreaming of him ever since. Since that announcement was made two weeks ago, I’ve been dreaming about him ever since. My children would have had their father. And I would have either become wealthy or a slave, just like the other girls he chooses each year. I got out of bed, ignoring the dream and the wanting in my body. I mocked the wanting me in the mirror, the dyed black hair clashing with the golden colored contacts. Over the years, I’ve changed everything that reminded me of Allison. The girl who was always mocked by her sister and peers. The girl without parents. The girl was betrayed by her lover. I stepped into the shower, applying more dye to my hair before bathing. Suddenly, my phone rang . It was Aurora. "Hey, sexiest female billionaire, ready to return to the jungle and continue being the queen?" Aurora joked with me. I laughed, Aurora’s jokes lightening my burden. I believed she hadn’t received any news about the Alpha King at the company, otherwise she would have told me. My bigger worry was that my previous exposure might have caught the Alpha King’s attention, but that night, I believed with the dim lighting he couldn’t have made out my features. And for the past two weeks, I haven’t left home, choosing to work remotely. With the successful launch, my anxiety and workload have both decreased significantly. Although Aurora was puzzled by my decision, she still respected me. She told me I must have had good enough reasons to do so. Two weeks have passed, and my surveillance hasn’t shown any suspicious figures either. I told Aurora I would be there on time. I dressed quickly once I was done. Today was the launch of the agent, or the test, and Aurora had called me multiple times while I was having my dream about my supposed mate. I settled for a ridiculously long black skirt, pairing it with a short white crop top that revealed my cleavage, and grabbed a white shirt to use as a jacket. I paired it with my expensive heels, combing my hair into a bun. The children were at school, so there was no need for any afternoon pecking or kisses before I left. The car was already in front of the house, the key passed to me by Nicole, my valet. "Have a nice day, Nicole." "And you too, ma’am." As I drove out of the gated community, the black gates closed behind me. I turned on the Bluetooth and started playing "Born to Die" by my favorite singer Lana Del Rey. I swayed my arms along with the music, but suddenly, a small deer darted out in front of my car as I was exiting the residential area. I slammed on the brakes hard. As I was about to check if I had hit it, four men wearing the Royal Guard insignia approached and blocked my way. My heart sank. I quickly grabbed my phone, my hands trembling terribly. The sight of the uniform rang bells in my head, making my body shake vigorously. Nope… nope… this could not be happening. One of them walked towards me, tapping on my car window. I swallowed nervously before rolling it down. "Hi… how may I help you?" I asked with a faltering smile. He looked at his partner, who walked over with a paper in his hand. He collected the paper, rolling it open for me. "You have been selected." Deep lines edged my forehead as my eyes scanned the paper. He snapped it away before I could finish. "Didn’t you apply to be the wolf king’s Luna?" His next words confirmed my past fear of the last two weeks, the crippling anxiety I had been feeling that he was too close to me. "The wolf king wants to meet you, immediately." Allison’s POV. Those words made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach, a chill running down my spine as invisible sweat seeped from my throat. "Um...sorry...pardon?" My instincts kept me composed. I was certain they must have made a mistake - I had dyed my hair, changed my last name, I had never let the Alpha King get a clear look at my features. Most importantly, I had not filled out any application forms, how could I have voluntarily applied? "You must have the wrong person. If you noticed the King’s proclamation, then when you saw the color of my hair, you would have realized your mistake." "Allison Harding." The guard leaned in again, his gaze returning to the name on the form. "Isn’t that your name?" "Yes, but surely I can’t be the only one with this name," I argued again. But his eyes moved from the photo on the application back to my face. His expression grew impatient, as if I was toying with him. "Do not challenge the Alpha King’s authority, your every action will impact your loved ones or friends." With that, he tossed the application at me. My eyes scanned the form, first noticing my name printed in bold black letters - Miss Allison Harding. My age was bolded - 26, my occupation, my gender, everything about me printed there. I looked to the bottom right corner, and there was my photo, my face an exact match but my hair clearly photoshopped to the fiery red it had been back in the pack. My fingers trembled as it all showed I had voluntarily applied to be a luna candidate. "Listen, my black hair is proof enough. If I really wanted to enter the courtship, I would have dyed it red. This has to be some prank!" "Those are not our orders. We’re simply tasked with bringing you to the palace." The guard stated flatly, not listening to any of my protests as he yanked me from the car. I knew resisting now would only make things worse, my gaze returning to the four muscular wolf guards - I was certain my current abilities were no match to escape them. "I’ll go with you." The guard said nothing, merely summoning a luxury vehicle bearing the royal crest. As I approached, one guard ran ahead to open the rear left door for me. "Don’t worry about your car, we’ll have someone take care of it," one guard said as I got in. I couldn’t hear his words, as the car moved forward the fear from six years ago when I fled the Alpha King’s side became viscerally clear again. That night it had rained heavily, every jolt of the taxi making me think the Alpha King had caught up in a furious rage. And for six years I had been on the run, ensuring I wouldn’t be found, hiding myself away, coloring myself, taking on a new name. As I weighed my options, my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. I ran from him. The scenes from that night played vividly - I had stolen from him, left him with nothing. If he didn’t torture me for stealing from him, he would surely kill me for the anguish I had caused him these six years. "At least he might kill you in bed," my wolf whimpered, and I angrily cut her off, in no mood for her jokes. I hadn’t come up with a better way to escape death when the car stopped before an ornate estate’s gates. It was clearly the territory of the Alpha Wolf King. "Miss Harding, we’ve arrived," a guard said, getting out and opening my door. I hesitated to exit, but the guard saw through me, yanking me out directly. "Miss Harding, please come with us." A maid in palace attire nodded to the four guards before approaching me. Looking around at the heavily guarded palace grounds, I realized I had no chance of escape. "Maybe the Alpha King can’t even feel our connection anymore," I reassured myself. "Otherwise, how could he bear six years of separation?" It was very possible. When I first left, I felt agonizing pain. I had separation anxiety from leaving my wolf. It was most painful when I was pregnant, craving and wanting him, but unable to have him. After giving birth, the pain was even worse, until I eventually lost the entire wolf scent. As if he never mattered, was never there. I believed the Alpha King likely felt the same way. "Allyson! We should give our mate a chance to get reacquainted, you know, maybe he’s not so bad," my wolf grumbled unhappily. Maybe, but I’m certain that’s not the life I want. After being put down for twenty years, I won’t endure hardship just for a man’s protection. I need to be able to control my own life, to live by my own rules, not someone else’s. I was placed in a room with a large mirror in front of me. I sat facing the mirror, seeing only my own reflection, but I knew it was a one-way mirror. The interrogation-like setup made me anxious. Suddenly, the muffled noises behind the mirror stopped, replaced by heavy, deliberate footsteps. Then, I felt an overwhelming presence. My heart started pounding louder. I forgot to breathe. He’s here. He’s my mate. He’s the one I stole from. He’s also the father of my child. He’s in this room. I swallowed hard and sat down, staring at the one-way glass in front of me. My heart raced, and any sound or movement might make it beat even faster. I was ready with every apology, every excuse—this was all a mistake—but every word, every thought got twisted in my head. I couldn’t take my eyes off the one-way glass as a wave of emotion surged inside me. He’s watching me. He’s staring right at me. “Allison.” The sound of his deep, sweet voice made every nerve in my body stop. I closed my eyes, parted my lips to speak, but then his voice came again, confirming my worst fears. “Your red hair looks much better than any color you think it does now.” He recognized me. Daniel’s Perspective I stood in the dimly lit room, my eyes fixed on the other side of the one-way mirror. She sat there, breathtakingly beautiful. Her body was all curves in the right places, and she wore a tight black dress that clung to her hourglass figure. Her long legs were straight and shapely. The only flaw was that she’d dyed her hair a low-key black instead of the fiery red it once was. Six years of searching, countless lonely nights—I’d fall asleep thinking of that fiery red hair. When I realized she had left me on purpose, my anger was uncontrollable. I scoured every wolf pack looking for her, but it was all in vain. I endured the agony of being separated from my mate. When my subordinates told me there was now a medicine that could ease the effects of mate separation, I refused to take it. That bone-deep yearning and pain were the only things keeping me focused, driving me to find her. When I saw her face on the news, promoting that medicine, I shattered the screen in front of me. I immediately ordered my men to announce a mate selection event. Now she’s finally here, right in front of me. “Tonight, she’s going to learn the price of playing games with me,” I murmured, locking eyes with her. Allison’s POV The air was thick and silent as he stepped out from where he was staying, our eyes meeting instantly. I could feel something drum in my heart, my stomach, my mind, my head, every part of my body. It felt different. Just like that night. He had grown, and not in a bad way. Or probably because I didn’t see him well that night but he was handsome. Despite whatever was going on, my heart could not deny that, it would seem as though I was lying to myself. His green eyes stared directly into mine, his gaze intense and hot, looking at me as if he could read everything I had planned, as if he knew everything I was about to do. He stared at me in a way that dared me to defy him, that dared me to talk back to him and that if I did, he would unleash the fury he has been keeping for the past six years. So I did the opposite, I didn’t say anything as he walked towards me. He stopped in front of the table and plopped into the chair in front of me, his eyes not leaving mine for once. He clenched his jaw hard and long, his nose flaring for a bit before his lips curled up, "Six years, Allison." He muttered. I gulped down, ignoring the way I felt down there as my name rolled off his tongue. Ignoring the perfect and delicious scent of his wafting into my nose and making my thighs clench. "Your highness," I gulped down, fisting my hands to my laps. "I have no idea how everything came to place. I had no idea who applied for this or who was messing with me. All of this.." I said, depicting my hand by rounding it all over the table, "is a terrible mistake and one that we shouldn’t waste time on. I didn’t apply for this. I’m a successful businesswoman.. "Of course. With the money you stole from my wallet, you are successful." He cut me off, his lips stretched into a thin smile. He leaned close to me, his hands propped on the table. My lips watered at the fine line of veins on his outstretched palms, "how about we cut to the chase, Allison? If you think everyone can forget you, I cannot." His gaze turned serious all of a sudden, sharp and dangerous. "You stole from me." "This is all a mistake." I shook my head, ignoring the warning blares in my head that I should just stop lying and tell the truth. "And you didn’t only steal from me, you stole, you slept with me and you ran off, leaving me alone and making me look like a fool for the past six years." He growled lightly at the end of his sentence, a grin plastered on his face, "I should kill you for what you did." My eyes widened instantly, my heart rising to a fault, "all this is a mistake, alpha king. I don’t know what you’re talking about! I have.. "I swear on the goddess’ name, if you lie to me again, I will cut your tongue and feed it to my hungry dogs and I would personally burn your body myself." I zipped my mouth, relaxing right into the chair back. I blinked away from him, my eyes moving everywhere asides him. "I should actually kill you." I heard him say, "but I would not. I have an offer for you." I looked back at him, my ears attentive and my entire body on edge. He knew me. He recognized me. He’s not killing me. All I have to do is get this offer, and forget that I ever met and everything like this happened. "What is it?" I asked quietly. I hated the smug smile on his face as he relaxed back into his chair, withdrawing his long hands that I badly wanted to trace the veins on them to himself and folding it on his chest, "so are you agreeing that you’re the Allison that stole from me, Allison?" I clenched my jaw, not wavering for a bit, "what’s your offer?" "Be my Luna Queen." He said without hesitation. "Be my Luna Queen, and I’ll forgive you for what you did six years ago. I’ll let you be. I’ll not do anything." It felt like a stupid joke at first. I laughed out, not caring where I was or the situation I was under. It was all funny to me. The sound of my laughter filled the room, the way his eyebrows raised in curiosity, his eyes gazing at me like I was a fool. "You must be joking." "And you must think I’m joking." He retorted. The laughter died down, left with an opened mouth and a surprise widened eyes, "I cannot be your Luna Queen." "Give me reasons." I was still in shock, our eyes boring into each other’s. I could not even bring myself to close my mouth, or to think at all. "I just cannot be your Luna Queen." "Then tell me why." "Because I don’t have a wolf!" I yelled to his face, my heart hurting a bit at those words. "I can’t transform." I continued, "I lost the ability to shift to my wolf a long time ago. I don’t know how to do anything. I don’t. I’m just not capable of being your Luna Queen. Not a wolfless person like me." It was his turn for his bounty sounds to fill the room, his mouth open, the mockery and seriousness of his words entangled in one whole form of expression; laughter. "I’m not joking with you, Allison. And this is not a suggestion. You are to be my Luna Queen." "And I’m saying no! I do not want to be your Luna Queen!" I stood my ground, snapping right to his face. The air in the room went tense immediately, his green eyes narrowing down on me as they darkened. Deep lines grazed his cheeks and his forehead hard and pointed at his clenched jaw. "Don’t test me, Allison." "And don’t test me too, wolf king. I am not… He slammed his hand angrily on the table. His eyes wide with anger and steam blowing from his ears. His eyes were no longer the normal green colour. It was now very red, the fire and fury burning in them. The door opened and cut the tension in the air, the silence replaced by the familiar sound of my ringtone. "Her phone." She placed it on the table and the moment my eyes went to it, every anger or irritation that has been burning within me died down immediately. My fingers moved swiftly to quickly cut the call only for the voice of Lena to spring up in the air. "Mummy, where are you?" "Mummy!!" "Mummy!" Leo called out. "Mummy, they did something very bad. Leo and Liam did something. Are you fine? Did they come for you?" A chuckle escaped Daniel’s lips, both of us exchanging a glance instantly. "They submitted that form for you." "Mommy, are you okay?" I cut the call immediately, gulping down as my head started ransacking every excuse I could use to back out. I had lied I didn’t submit the form, the truth was out already. "Tell me Allison… "Your highness, I’m a single mom of three, no one wants to have a Luna that has three children already. I can’t. Consider. "Allison…" he called out. 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2,254,558	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2254184}'	Yes	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	😍Read the next chapters👉	t. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,255,914	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2255990}'	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	😍Read the next chapters👉	Chapter 1 "You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmother—Edith Gibson—figured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulder—each step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objects—it extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. However… "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were… I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's shares—the ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella Ziegler—Madeline's mother—and quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylar—previously 'Jolene', with her kids in tow—showed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew up—her mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. … Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a mess—resignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it was—a dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorce—kinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very home—Lydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughts—they're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that ship—the crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagle—a woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistant—Daniel Harris—who was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual self—unresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickered—a brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptional—tangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebook—her secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. … At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, but…" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled to—her shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guess—it was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." With that, he ushered Madeline into the car and shut the door behind her.	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2,255,354	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2255871}'	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	In Debra's last life, she loved Juan so much, but everyone knew that the one he cherished was Shelia. After Debra was drained of her last bit of value by Juan, she tragically died on the operating table. Reborn in this life, Debra swears never to repeat the same mistakes, and she will make Juan regret what he has done! "Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she died from postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. 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2,255,871	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring her along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' " Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." a maid’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. Shelia liked white dresses. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to dress like that for a man. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," the maid said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." The maid sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun."	LEARN_MORE	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	224	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	thebvhwysgng.com	DCO		https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461235920_1919363758543124_5159850637934241240_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZuaABE2vV4IQ7kNvgHFoSdF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AR8RjtYluVBv7oqAaHkyIR4&oh=00_AYDHXqJXaySx4DMWmQeXAP_Kx-sEwPw6EgQqmDGxPRI5Ow&oe=671B754E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,255,807	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2256279}'	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	Read more FREE chapters👉	"You'll have the test results in about an hour." The nurse's smile was gentle and reassuring as she took the vial of blood from Madeline Sanders. Madeline held a cotton swab to her arm and settled into a chair in the waiting area. She was a bit pale, but her eyes sparkled with hope. She had a hunch she was conceived, and that hospital visit was just to make sure. Three years ago, Trevon Gibson was involved in a terrible car crash that left him comatose, with doctors saying he would never wake up. Lydia Sanders, Trevon's high school sweetheart and Madeline's half-sister, did not waste any time and jetted off abroad for her studies. Somehow, Trevon's grandmother—Edith Gibson—figured that Madeline was Trevon's lucky charm and insisted she marry him. The Gibson family promised to care for Madeline's mother, who was lost in her own world of madness. Madeline felt trapped but agreed to the marriage. Little did everyone know that Madeline was secretly in love with Trevon for years. To everyone's surprise, Trevon woke up after the wedding. However, Madeline's joy was short-lived. Trevon's first words to her were icy and calculated. "Out of respect for my grandmother, I'll take you as Mrs. Gibson for three years. When Lydia returns in three years, I will marry her." Madeline had braced herself to play along with that deal, ready to step aside when the time came. However, life threw a curveball a month and a half ago. Trevon stumbled home after drowning his sorrows in wine that day, and Madeline single-handedly managed to drag him inside. Supporting a drunken Trevon was like moving a boulder—each step a battle of strength. Madeline and Trevon could no longer keep themselves upright and crumpled to the floor just inside the front door. Their lips brushed together in the fall, an accidental kiss that sent Madeline's heart racing. Trevon was a notorious germaphobe, avoiding physical contact like the plague. However, that unexpected kiss seemed to unlock something in him, and he leaned in for another. Madeline was caught off guard, but she did not resist. Later, in the quiet aftermath, Madeline could not bear to stay in the bed they shared. She tiptoed around the sleeping Trevon, erasing any trace of what had happened between them. The hospital was a hive of activity, but Madeline felt alone in the crowd. With trembling hands, she opened the lab results. 'Early stage of conceive. Recommend a follow-up ultrasound.' Joy flickered across her face, quickly hidden behind her hand to muffle her giggles. Regardless of the state of her marriage, that baby was a precious gift. She was eager to tell Trevon, her fingers hovering over her phone. However, she hesitated. Trevon's germaphobia was not just about objects—it extended to people. She had seen him scrub his hands raw after a mere handshake. However, wine had loosened his inhibitions that one night. Would he believe the baby was his? Doubt clouded Madeline's mind, bringing a headache and a wave of nausea. She was jostled as a group of doctors in white coats rushed by, nearly sending her phone flying. "Emergency! Please step aside," a nurse said, flashing Madeline a quick, apologetic smile before dashing off. Madeline took a deep breath, watching the commotion unfold. Her gaze drifted to the emergency room doors without much thought. However, in a heartbeat, her eyes widened in shock. Trevon was there, shielding Lydia as they stepped down from the ambulance. He guided her gently onto a stretcher and, with a team around them, made a beeline for the VIP suite. A chilling shiver sliced through Madeline, her knees buckling as she clung to the nearby railing for support. Lydia was back. In the hospital room, the doctor briefed Trevon. "It seems like a mild concussion, but we'll need the test results to be sure." Trevon's expression was serious. "Speed it up. Use the VIP route." Lydia, stretched out on the gurney, smiled weakly at Trevon. "You're always so kind to me." Lydia pouted as she continued, "I wasn't paying attention. Who would've thought a bike bump could lead to a concussion? In Ameristan, people usually slow down on their own." Trevon gave her a fleeting, detached look. A flicker of worry crossed Lydia's face. "Trevon, with Skylandia's tight deadlines, isn't my accident going to set us back a lot?" Skylandia was the latest venture from Trevon's gaming empire, Xystos Tech, and Lydia had returned to lead the art on it. "I won't stay here. I have to get back to work," she declared, attempting to get out of bed. Trevon was quick to intervene, his hand on her shoulder easing her back down. "Don't be childish." As the tender scene unfolded, Madeline watched them outside the VIP room with gritted teeth. Trevon was notorious for his meticulous ways, but he did have a soft spot. He was not always distant. He just saved all his warmth for Lydia. Madeline felt a wave of emotion as she teared up. She touched her nose and fought the tears. Without really knowing why, she found herself pulling out her phone and calling Trevon. In the sterile silence of the hospital room, Trevon's face froze for a moment as he checked his phone, then casually handed it off to his assistant, Simon Taylors. "Tell her I'm tied up in a meeting." Madeline's heart clenched as Trevon's annoyed expression flickered across his face. Simon, moving to the side, answered Madeline's call softly. "Hello, Mrs. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is busy in a meeting. Is there something you need?" Madeline's lips twitched with a defeated smile. "No, it's nothing. I just hit the wrong button." Simon frowned. "Mr. Gibson's schedule is packed. Please be more careful in the future, Mrs. Gibson." The future? Was there even a future to speak of? Lydia, overhearing Simon, gave Trevon a subtle glance. She casually showed off the pink Hello Kitty bandage on her hand. Trevon's eyes snapped to it, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "You still haven't kicked that old habit, I see." Lydia forced a smile. "Well, you know I've always been fond of Hello Kitty." Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to soften. Madeline could not stand it any longer. Clutching her phone, she turned around and left. She thought one night could change things, but it was just wishful thinking. Despite the autumn season, Redenbaugh City was sweltering, and the hospital's air conditioning was cranked up, sending chills down her spine. She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on air. Suddenly, a little boy darted into her path, bumping into her. Madeline's face went pale as she caught the little boy, but in doing so, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. The fall sent a chill up her spine, and she held her belly, too afraid to move. The boy, however, started wailing, drawing curious glances from passersby. His mother rushed over and gave him a quick once-over. When she found him unscathed, she pulled him into a tight embrace before turning to Madeline with fury. "Can't you watch where you're going? You ran into my baby! How will you make this right?" Madeline, her mind on the baby she was carrying, bit back her pain and chose not to retaliate. Instead, she made her way to the maternity ward upstairs. The mother was not having it, yanking on Madeline's arm. "You think you can just hit someone and leave?" Madeline, nearly tripping over, turned slightly and offered calmly, "Should we review the security footage?" The woman, clutching her son, stormed off. Madeline felt her vision darken as she clutched her chest. She leaned against the railing, immobilized. In the VIP ward, Lydia gazed at Trevon longingly and leaned in for a kiss. Trevon, who was aloof, felt a wave of nausea as she got close. His vision blurred, and his chest tightened. He flinched and shoved Lydia away. Chapter 2 "Here's the divorce agreement. Take a look." Trevon, fresh from the hospital, confronted Madeline with a request for divorce. The image of Lydia's hurt look lingered in his mind, leaving him with a sense of resignation. His rejection was not just about his aversion to germs. It was also the sudden sickness and weakness that overtook him. He dismissed it as a one-off, which was not worth worrying about. However, faced with Madeline, the discomfort was undeniable. Madeline, still reeling from her hospital visit, was blindsided by the divorce papers laid out before her. It took a moment for her to find her voice, and when she did, it quivered. "Do we really have to end this?" "Yes." Madeline's grip tightened, and the question she could not suppress spilled out. "Is it because Lydia's back?" Trevon loosened his tie, his face turning to stone. "Didn't I make myself clear three years ago?" He had, and she had accepted it. However… "If... Just if..." Madeline hesitated, biting her lip. Trevon was impatient. "Madeline, you can't always want more." She looked up sharply, disbelief etched on her face. Did he think she was haggling over the divorce terms? With several deliberate taps on the table, Trevon continued, "Indeed, you've done everything required of being a wife these past three years. There's a modest place near Johnsrud. It's yours now. That's the best I can do. Don't make me lose respect for you." Madeline's response was trapped in her throat as she smiled bitterly. Three years of marriage, and her reward was a house. Should she be thankful? He was determined to get the divorce over with, by any means necessary. There was no need to mention the baby. It would only complicate how he saw her. She did not need a man whose heart belonged to another. Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were… I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..." Before she could finish, Trevon was at the sink, lathering up with soap, washing his hands with deliberate care three times before reaching for a piece of the sour orange. He scrunched his forehead, eyeing the orange for a long moment before popping it into his mouth. Madeline's jaw dropped in astonishment. However, Trevon did not spit it out. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before looking at her seriously. "Next time, make sure the knife's washed three times, okay?" The urge to bite into that tangy orange slice was irresistible. Sure enough, the sour kick seemed to soothe his queasy stomach. It was not just some bug. His nausea had kicked in right after Madeline's, as if he was only sick because she was. What was up with that? Trevon made a mental note to get to the bottom of it. Madeline gave a simple "Oh" in response. They finished the orange together, a moment of closeness they had not felt in three years. After washing her hands, Madeline looked up at Trevon. Sharing that sour fruit seemed to have bridged the gap between them, if only a little. However, their journey together was nearing its end. She murmured, "I'll sign the divorce papers." It was like cashing out after three years. A million and five hundred thousand, and a house to her name. She was coming out ahead. When she was about to sign, Trevon snatched the papers away. "We'll add another house to the deal. Wait for the lawyer's final draft." Madeline nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, Trevon's phone buzzed and Lydia's whiny voice came through as he picked up the call. "Trevon, when are you coming? I'm bored." Madeline gripped her pen so hard her thumb whitened, nearly snapping it. Trevon ended the call, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door. Madeline stepped forward, her voice tinged with concern. "How am I supposed to explain this to Grandma?" "We'll talk when I'm back," Trevon replied before the door slammed shut behind him. The house, once filled with life, echoed with emptiness. Madeline chuckled at herself, shook off the silence, and went to the kitchen to whip up some noodles. After all, she had to think about the little one growing inside her. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Expecting Trevon, who might have forgotten something, she swung the door open only to be greeted by unwelcome faces. Madeline's warmth vanished. "What are you two doing here?" Cilix Sanders, her father, smiled and said, "You weren't picking up, so your mom and I thought we'd drop by." Her phone did show a string of missed calls. Ignoring their calls was nothing new, but their sudden visit was unexpected. "My mom's lost her mind, locked up in Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital. Did you forget to visit her, or did you forget she's there?" Skylar Lowe, Madeline's stepmother, stood beside Cilix in her flawless outfit. She looked nothing like someone who had toiled in the fields. However, her sharp and calculative eyes matched her biting tone. "Such disrespect! Where are your manners?" Madeline was furious. If she truly lacked manners, Skylar would have been long gone. It was Skylar's appearance, after all, that had tipped her mother over the edge. However, Madeline had been biding her time, collecting proof. They would all pay, eventually. Pushing down the bile, she asked coolly, "So, what brings you here?" "Let's talk inside," was all they said. Once they were in, Madeline poured water into two glasses, her hands steady as stone. Madeline's calm and compliant facade only fueled Skylar's ego. With an arrogant head tilt, she announced, "Your sister's back in town. It's time you end things with Trevon and give up your title as Mrs. Gibson to her!" Madeline fought the impulse to douse Skylar with water as she gripped the kettle firmly. "Give it up? I'm not following you." Madeline's gaze shifted to Cilix. "You told me when Trevon was in that coma, the company was strapped for cash. Marrying Trevon was the only way to afford my mom's medical bills. I married into the Gibson family for the sake of the Sanders family. How did Lydia end up taking my place as the daughter-in-law of the Gibson family?" Chapter 3 "I was looking out for the Sanders family too," Cilix said as he sipped his water. "The Sanders-Gibson family alliance is crucial. Three years by Trevon's side, and what? No kids, no hold on his heart, no benefits for the Sanders family. Now that Lydia's back, along with her bond with Trevon, these issues will vanish. I can even afford better care for your mother." Cilix's duplicity struck Madeline once more. Madeline countered, "Did you forget why Lydia left the country? Or do you think the Gibsons have forgotten too?" "That's why we're asking you to initiate the divorce with Trevon," Cilix replied. Madeline saw right through their plot. She would step aside, letting Lydia take the lead, and the Sanders family would reap all the rewards. After a tense silence, Madeline broke the ice. "I'm willing to divorce Trevon, but on one condition. I want my mom's shares—the ones she's entitled to." Cilix instantly became furious. Once upon a time, the Sanders family was a picture of unity. Cilix, who came from nothing, married Bella Ziegler—Madeline's mother—and quickly turned his fortune around with a garment factory. However, Bella paid a steep price, severing ties with her own family. It was not until Skylar—previously 'Jolene', with her kids in tow—showed up that Bella realized the magnitude of her mistake. She battled depression for years, and the strain of the revelation only deepened her illness. That was when Cilix dropped the divorce bomb. He played the bankruptcy card during the split, claiming all assets were tied up. Bella was left with scraps. However, once the divorce papers were signed, Cilix's business miraculously bounced back. Ever the opportunist, Cilix kept footing Bella's medical bills, basking in the glow of his newfound reputation. Madeline only pieced it all together as she grew up—her mother had been played. She had been nursing a plan to set things right ever since. The meeting ended with frosty treatment all around. Madeline shut the door behind them, collapsed onto the couch, and lost herself in the darkness outside the window. … Dawn's light crept into the room. Madeline shielded her eyes and took a moment to adjust before getting up reluctantly. Nausea washed over her in an unforgiving wave. Trevon had not come home all night. Madeline's emotions were a mess—resignation laced with a hint of disappointment. However, above all, there was relief. It was as if her decision to let go the day before had freed her from hope. Madeline sank back into the pillows. The click of the electronic lock signaled an arrival at the door. Madeline glanced up, and there was Lydia, swathed in designer elegance, striding in with a smile that could light up the room. "Madeline, it's been ages." Rising slowly, Madeline perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes a storm of loathing. "Who said you could come in? Leave!" Lydia's smile only grew. "Trevon sent me, of course. He spent last night at the hospital with me, then dashed off to work at dawn. He asked me to pick up a suit for him." A shadow crossed Madeline's face. So, Trevon was with Lydia last night. She had waited like a fool on that couch all night long, clinging to his promise. 'We'll talk when I get back.' "You're just like your mother, always the homewrecker," Madeline spat. Lydia's laughter rang out. "Who's the real homewrecker? It's the unloved one. Even the lock's code is my birthday. Trevon's heart is still with me. Madeline, you've been using my birthday to open this door for the past three years. That must sting, doesn't it?" Madeline's eyes flickered, her grip tightening on the blanket. She inhaled sharply before smiling mockingly. "Is technology that archaic where you come from? We've moved on to facial recognition, or fingerprints at the very least. Key codes are a thing of the past." Lydia's smile faltered, her composure slipping for a split second. "Outdated or not, Trevon's word is law." Madeline could not be bothered with petty squabble. Her nausea was getting worse. She gestured toward Trevon's bedroom. "His stuff's in there. Help yourself." With a smug grin, Lydia disappeared into the room and emerged moments later, a bundle of clothes in her arms. Before she took off, she sauntered over to Madeline, flashed her hand, and there it was—a dazzling diamond ring. There was also that cutesy pink bandage on her finger. "My mom says you're dragging your feet on the divorce—kinda funny, don't you think? Trevon's put a ring on it, so why embarrass yourself? Time to get a clue." She leaned in, whispering to Madeline, "Face it, you've never been able to outdo me in anything since we were kids." Old memories came rushing back. Her favorite things, her mentors, her dad, her very home—Lydia had snatched them all away with just a few words. Madeline squinted and swiftly yanked the bandage off Lydia's hand. "You've always been into taking my stuff, huh?" She eyed Lydia's pristine hand and tossed the bandage into the bin with a look of disgust. "Bandages are disposable. Get a new one, and it's as good as ever. However, you know what's really scary about a guy who's been down the aisle twice?" Madeline rose to her feet, locking eyes with Lydia as she smiled slyly. "It's the lingering lessons from his ex. His style, habits, tastes, thoughts—they're all tinged with the ghost of the woman before you. Chew on that. Good luck." "Madeline!" Ignoring her, Madeline grabbed a bag of clothes and thrust it into Lydia's arms. "So long, no need for goodbyes!" Behind the wheel on her way to work, Lydia smacked the steering wheel, Madeline's parting shot replaying in her head. The phone buzzed. Lydia answered with a huff. "What's up with the wake-up call?" Wren Naylor, Lydia's assistant, hesitated before speaking up with caution. "Ms. Sanders, the planning team wants to add an illustrator to the project. They've already picked someone out." "They've what now? Since when does planning get to call the shots on art hires? They really need to stay in their lane." Wren stayed quiet. Lydia bit back her frustration. "Alright, I'm heading to the office soon. I'll sort it out with them." Instead of going to her department when she arrived at the office, Lydia went to the top floor to drop off some clothes for Trevon. Trevon accepted the clothes, but his brow creased in confusion. Lydia felt a twinge of worry. "Something wrong with the clothes?" They were definitely not his usual brand. Madeline would not slip up like that. "Madeline wasn't there when you picked these up?" Realizing the brand mismatch, Lydia understood her mistake. Madeline's earlier words echoed in her head. Lydia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Madeline just handed me these and shooed me out when I arrived. You know she's never been fond of me." She sighed resignedly and continued, "Typical Madeline, knowing you're in a rush and still acting petty with me. Should I run to the store and grab you a new set?" Trevon cut her off. "Don't bother. You've got work to do." Lydia clammed up, stepping back into silence. Trevon let out a quiet sigh. "Don't sweat it. It's not your fault. Clothes are the least of our worries. We've got the Skylandia project to focus on." In just a week, Skylandia would unveil its magical realms to eager eyes, with artistry at its heart. Lydia, fresh from her hiatus, was steering that ship—the crown jewel of the year for Xystos Tech. She knew the drill, but duty called, and she stepped out with a promise to return for lunch. Madeline, alone then, rinsed a handful of cherry tomatoes, trying to quell the unease bubbling inside her. She scrolled through her phone, the barrage of prenatal check-ups looming large and daunting. Midway through her meticulous note-taking, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door to find Simon pulling a long face. Chapter 4 "Mr. Gibson sent me some clothes." Madeline raised an eyebrow. "Again?" Simon's eyes flickered with annoyance as he asked, "Why'd you send Mrs. Yagle's clothes?" Simon referred to Trevon's mom, Riley Yagle—a woman whose kindness was only matched by her absentmindedness. Madeline recalled the ill-fitting, off-brand clothes that Trevon probably ditched without a second thought. "Mr. Gibson says, 'Don't get snippy and hold things up,'" Simon relayed with a hint of sternness. Madeline could not help but chuckle, amused by his blind trust. "Lydia told Trevon I picked out the clothes?" Did Trevon need to believe everything Lydia said? Simon rushed her along. Madeline handed him a fresh set of clothes, but her grip lingered as she responded steadily. "Simon, you've been Trevon's right-hand man for what, three, four years now? Do you realize why you're still at the bottom rung, just an assistant? You're good at sizing people up by their titles, but that's not really a skill an assistant needs. Why don't you take a page from Mr. Harris's book?" Trevon did have a star assistant—Daniel Harris—who was so capable that he was sent overseas to handle big deals. That was when Simon got the call to step in. Simon's face went through a mixture of pale and flushed as he absorbed her criticism. Madeline, who was usually quiet, had just thrown shade in his face. He bit back his retort, finally huffing in annoyance and storming off. Madeline let out a soft laugh, brushing off the encounter. With visiting hours ticking closer, Madeline headed to Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital to see Bella. It was more of a wellness retreat than a hospital, nestled right next to Redenbaugh City's fanciest private clinic. Getting in was not easy, but thanks to the Gibson family pulling strings, Bella got a spot. Madeline wheeled her mom out into the courtyard, catching her up on the week's gossip and happenings. Bella was her usual self—unresponsive and staring off into space. Madeline sighed and took her mom's hand, resting it gently on her belly. "Mom, right here, there's a little one on the way. Even with Trevon talking about divorce, I'm keeping this baby. You've got to come back to us. Who will help me with this little one if you don't?" She nestled against Bella's legs, craving the comfort of her mother's presence. Unseen by Madeline, Bella's eyes flickered—a brief, almost missed flutter. "Madeline?" A voice, laced with surprise, called out for her. Madeline looked up to see a man in a lab coat looking her way. The sun was blinding, and Madeline squinted without recognizing the figure before her. There was something oddly familiar about the silhouette. It was not until he was close that she could see it was Caleb Jabs, her old college friend. With a warm smile, Caleb teased, "Madeline, can't you recognize an old friend after just three years?" He opened his arms for a hug, like nothing had changed. Madeline hesitated, then offered a hand for a handshake instead. Caleb's smile faltered, then returned. "Right, we're not on campus anymore." He shook her hand before releasing it, stealing a glance at the wedding ring on her finger. Through their chat, Madeline learned that he had just returned from overseas and that his uncle was running the local private hospital. Caleb nodded toward Bella with a slight smile. "And who is this?" Madeline's smile vanished. "My mom. She's been like this since she had a breakdown three years ago." A breakdown? It looked serious, as if she had lost all touch with the world. What could have caused it? Caleb pushed down his questions, his heart aching for Madeline. "These past three years must've been tough on you." Madeline seemed more grounded than in her college days, but her eyes were shadowed with concern. Madeline shook her head. "It's time for us to head back." She was not one to bare her soul to just anyone. As she rose to leave, she wobbled slightly. Caleb reached out to steady her. "You're looking a bit pale. Maybe you should get checked out." Madeline steadied herself and took a step back. "It's just low blood sugar. I'm fine." Caleb watched Madeline sidestep with a calm smile, not the least bit ruffled. "Back in college, you were always dealing with low blood sugar. Still battling that, huh? Skipped breakfast today?" He was already taking the wheelchair's handles as he spoke, and Madeline allowed it. They got Bella settled and swapped numbers. Then, Caleb pressed a chocolate bar into her hand. "For your sugar levels, have a bite." Madeline's laughter bubbled up. "Caleb, you still keep chocolate on you after all this time?" "Just a habit," he said with a chuckle. That little piece of chocolate seemed to bridge the gap that had grown between them. "How about lunch? It's already noon." Madeline bit her lip, uncertain. However, Caleb was already tugging her along. "There's this great little place I know nearby. You'll love it." Trevon managed to swing by the hospital after his meeting wrapped up. The doctors gave him a clean bill of health. They suggested bringing Madeline in, thinking she might be the key to why he felt off. He left the hospital with that thought, only to see Madeline and Caleb, all smiles, heading into a cozy diner. Madeline's smile was something new, something he had never seen, and it stopped him in his tracks. He took a moment before climbing into his car. From the driver's seat, Simon caught Trevon in the mirror. "Mr. Gibson, wasn't that Mrs. Gibson? Should we pick her up?" Trevon watched them disappear into the diner, a place he would never dream of entering. "No, let's not," he murmured. Simon arched an eyebrow, shot a look of faint scorn at the diner, and sped off. Trevon was reclining in the back seat, eyes closed, soaking in a moment of peace. A few minutes in, a wave of relief washed over him, leaving him feeling surprisingly refreshed. It took him a moment to realize that he was embodying Madeline's happiness. What could possibly be so special about that little shop to make her that cheerful? However, that sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles they served was exceptional—tangy and invigorating. It had been days since Madeline had enjoyed a meal so thoroughly. She even decided to get an extra serving to go. Caleb chuckled. "Noodles never taste as good reheated. Wait, didn't you love spicy food? What's with the switch?" Madeline smiled. "I haven't really switched. This is just that good." She was known for her love of spicy dishes, and even Trevon, the health nut, had found his tastes swayed by her. It was hard to argue with Madeline's culinary magic. Her cooking was irresistible to most. Back home, Madeline had barely set down her takeout when her phone rang. It was Yeneth Collins, her best friend. "Madeline, I've got some good and bad news." Feeling a bit worn out, Madeline sank into the couch. "Go on." "The good news is that you've been chosen to draw the new character for Skylandia. They've sent the contract over to you already." A spark of excitement flickered across Madeline's face as she reached for her laptop to check her email. "And the bad news?" Yeneth sighed heavily. "Lydia is the new art director for Skylandia. She just got the job today. I wouldn't have pushed you to take this gig if I'd known." Since marrying Trevon right after college, Madeline had not returned to the workforce, finding solace and passion in her art. Her style was distinctive, not exactly mainstream, with a focus on creating captivating illustrations. When Yeneth got involved with Skylandia, she thought Madeline's artwork was a perfect fit and put her name forward. Madeline smiled. "No way. The contract's terms are decent. Can't miss an opportunity of making money just because of her." She was always hustling for cash, especially with Bella's medical bills piling up. It meant biting her tongue whenever the Sanders family got tight-fisted. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Totally. I freelance under the name 'Lily Mora'. Who will connect the dots?" Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a door swinging open as Trevon walked in. Chapter 5 Madeline's instinct was to snap her laptop shut. "Give me a second." She quickly ended the call and turned to face Trevon. "What's got you home at this hour?" Trevon eyed her hurried movements and washed his hands before replying, "Just needed to pick something up." Madeline responded with a noncommittal hum. His gaze landed on a nearby takeaway box. It was the sour beef and cabbage soup with noodles. It looked just like the one she had had for lunch. Was it really that tasty? A jolt of panic hit Madeline, and she blurted out, "It's for Yeneth, not me." Back when they were newlyweds, Madeline had grabbed some street sausages, and Trevon had gone into a tailspin, bombarding her with articles about the filth of street vendors and the dangers of eating out. Since then, she had avoided eating street food around him. However, she had slipped up and forgotten to stash the evidence. Trevon's chuckle was detached as his eyes drifted to a notebook on the table. Madeline's heart was pounding, and she pushed aside the wave of nausea to dash toward the notebook—her secret journal of conceive appointments. The last thing she wanted was for Trevon to find out she was expecting. However, Trevon was quicker. He stretched out his arm and lifted the notebook from Madeline's reach. Without regard for her protests, he calmly flipped it open. The 'Prenatal Appointment Schedule' header stared back at him. He raised an eyebrow, his cool gaze landing on Madeline. Madeline felt her heart jump into her throat. "Is this for Yeneth, too?" Trevon asked. "Huh?" Caught off guard, Madeline quickly nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Yeneth's getting married, thinking about having kids, so I was helping her research." Trevon's suspicion did not wane. "So, why the panic?" Madeline's forehead creased. She let go of the notebook and looked away. "I didn't want you to think I was up to something." Madeline's beauty was marred by her recent illness. Her pale face was then tinged with the flush of sickness, making her look even more vulnerable. Trevon felt a twinge in his chest, and his annoyance grew. Her cold was messing with his work. He tossed the notebook back to Madeline. "I don't have time for this. You should be resting, not running around. If you show up to a divorce proceeding looking like this, people will think I'm the bad guy." Madeline silently clutched the notebook with her head bowed. … At the steakhouse, Lydia stared at her barely touched steak, her mood souring by the minute. When she heard Trevon returned to the Angelic Garden Residence, her annoyance turned to outright anger. "Madeline, that witch!" She whipped out her phone and dialed Skylar's number. Madeline had just reviewed the casting call from Skylandia, wrapped up her draft, and was stretching after a long day when Skylar's call came through. "Get over here tonight. If you don't show up, I'm tossing your mom's stuff." The line went dead. Madeline thought she had taken care of all Bella's things, so what could possibly be left at the Sanders' place? She could not risk it, so she hailed a cab and headed over. The Sanders' mansion was ablaze with lights, screaming new money from every gilded corner. Madeline stood at the entrance, taking in the garish display, and figured Skylar was behind it. Skylar greeted her with a grin, tugging her inside. "I just knew you'd come." Madeline jerked her hand away. "Cut the act, Skylar. There's no one else here. I did what you asked, so where's my mom's stuff?" Chapter 6 Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off. Just then, Cilix descended the stairs, his voice cutting through the air. "Yale!" Yale sulked, his lips puckered as he flopped onto the sofa, clearly annoyed. Cilix motioned for Madeline to take a seat at the dining table. "It's not every day we get your sister back home. I figured a family dinner was in order. Have a seat, will you? I had Mom whip up your favorite fish tacos." Skylar quickly dished some out for her. The oily sheen and the subtle fishy scent made Madeline wrinkle her nose and push the plate away. "I caught a cold and lost my appetite. I'm just here to grab a few things, and I'll be out." Cilix squinted, and Skylar, unable to contain herself, plopped down next to Madeline. "When are you planning on divorcing Trevon, huh? Your dad and I have already scoped out a new guy for you. He's ready to tie the knot and won't wait forever." A resigned feeling washed over Madeline. With a mocking smile, she murmured, "Really? Who's this wonderful match?" Skylar perked up and replied, "He's from a solid family. One of your dad's business partners. The guy owns a string of factories. Marry him, and you'll be the boss. They wouldn't even look twice at a divorcee if it wasn't for your dad's connections." She made it sound like a fairy tale. Madeline cut to the chase. "The owner of these factories? How old?" Skylar hesitated, then chuckled. "Not too old. He's just a bit over forty and in the prime of his life. It'll be your second marriage, so you can't afford to be choosy. Plus, they've promised to cut your dad a deal if you marry in. Consider it a tribute to your mom." Three years had passed, and Madeline's disdain for her family's ways was as strong as ever. She glared at Cilix. "Over forty? You're okay with this, being not much older yourself?" Cilix looked pained as he spoke, "Skylar's just trying to do what's best for you. Remarrying and bringing your mom into the mix, finding someone okay with that wasn't easy. Skylar really went out of her way for you." Skylar nodded earnestly. It had indeed been a challenge. Madeline needed to be married off and kept far away to avoid causing Lydia any more headaches. "Don't worry, the guy doesn't have kids. Everything in the future will be yours and your children's. It's a real stroke of luck." Madeline suddenly chimed in, "It's true. These kinds of terms are hard to come by. You've really outdone yourself, but…" Breaking from her usual composure, Madeline locked eyes with Cilix. "I was clear yesterday. I just want what my mom is entitled to—her shares. Those shares are peanuts compared to being Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family." Cilix remained expressionless, but his eyes were calculative. "Your mom's shares?" Thinking she had swayed Cilix, Skylar piped up in a shrill tone. "What shares does her mother have? The Sanders family fortune is all thanks to me and Cilix. It's got nothing to do with your loony mom." Madeline's glare whipped towards Skylar, sharp enough to shut her up. "Apologize." "Why should I? Your mom's the crazy one." Without warning, a cup of scalding water splashed across Skylar's face, and she let out a scream. However, before Madeline could react, she was yanked back forcefully. A second later, she was punched in the face. "You owe her an apology!" Chapter 7 Each word Yale spat was accompanied by a punch landing on Madeline. Madeline shielded herself with her purse, narrowly avoiding a serious injury. Blinded by anger, she had not thought things through, never imagining Yale would actually hit her. Conceived had left her weak, and she could only dodge Yale's vicious blows in a clumsy dance of desperation. The Sanders family seemed petrified by the spectacle, each too scared to even twitch. Cilix wanted to speak, but Skylar cut him off. "What's Yale got, a little muscle? Let her take a hit. It might teach her to listen." Cilix's face darkened as he sat back down. She had written her dad off long ago, but the sting of disappointment was as sharp as ever. As Yale moved in again, Madeline knew she was on her own. With a swift kick, she toppled a chair and snatched a fruit knife from the table, aiming it straight at him. "One more step, and I swear I'll stab you!" Yale, thrown off by the chair, nearly slipped. He wiped his mouth and sneered. "You think you've got the guts?" Knife in hand, Madeline's face was ghostly, but her eyes blazed with defiance, "Try me. I'm still Mrs. Gibson of the Gibson family. If I take you down, they'll make sure it never sees the light of day." Her gaze flicked to Cilix. "You think our dad's got the spine to cross the Gibsons for you?" Yale did not budge. Skylar stepped forward with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, we're family. Knives? Really? Madeline, put it down." Madeline looked at Skylar icily and aimed the knife at her. "Stay back." Skylar froze, then looked pleadingly at Cilix. Cilix broke the silence. "Madeline, what's going on?" Madeline stood there with a cold expression, ignoring the blood that had started to drip from the corner of her mouth. She bit her lip, refusing to say a word. The recent scuffle had taken a toll on her, leaving her with a heavy feeling in her chest. She was afraid she would throw up if she opened her mouth. However, she was determined not to let them see her weakness. Amid the tense moment, the nanny burst in with unexpected joy. "Mr. Gibson and Ms. Sanders have arrived!" The pair entered the room. Trevon's face was a mask of seriousness, his lips pressed into a thin line. Lydia, catching sight of the knife in Madeline's grip, let out a sharp cry. "Madeline! Why are you holding a knife? What are you planning to do?" Cilix rose swiftly to welcome Trevon. "Mr. Gibson, please come in. Let's sit and talk. Madeline, put that knife down now." With a glance at Trevon, Madeline reluctantly set the knife aside. Skylar exhaled in relief and grumbled, "This is all Madeline's doing, causing a scene for no reason. Since when do we bring knives into family disputes?" Madeline inhaled deeply, pushing down the wave of nausea, and retorted with a frosty laugh. "So, now it's all my fault, just like that? I'm trying to do the right thing here, and I'm still the one to blame?" "Is this enough for you?" Trevon's voice, frosty and laced with anger, cut through the room. He had been feeling sick to his stomach the whole way there. That sensation had become all too familiar in the last couple of days, and he did not need to guess—it was Madeline's doing again. He had warned her just at lunchtime to take it easy, but what did she do? She ran off to her family's home to pick a fight, knife in hand. She might not be bothered by it, but he was fed up. The room fell silent. Madeline looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to blame her without even asking why? Trevon had no interest in dragging out the conversation. He grabbed Madeline's hand and led her away with urgency. Madeline stumbled as he pulled her along, a sharp pain throbbing in her heart. Lydia tried to keep up, her voice tinged with concern. "Trevon, you haven't eaten yet." He barely paused, his voice dismissive. "Some other time." With that, he ushered Madeline into the car and shut the door behind her.	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2,256,134	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2255871}'	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Chapter 1 "Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she passed away because of postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. He cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late." Chapter2 Juan also looked over. A red figure stood out in the crowd. Debra, clad in a burgundy dress, seemed to captivate hearts with every gesture. Cameras flashed at her like she was a reigning superstar walking the red carpet. 'Debra?' Juan took a moment to recognize her. In the past, Debra preferred light makeup and plain dresses. This was the first time Juan had seen her like this. Seeing Debra for the first time, Shelia was filled with jealousy. Compared to the alluring Debra, she seemed too plain. "Debra looks stunning." Shelia's tone carried a subtle envy. Debra spotted them and walked over. Shelia thought Debra, unaware of her relationship with Juan, would be surprised or awkward, but Debra was poised and smiling. "Mrs. Nichols is here. Who's the lady beside Mr. Nichols?" whispered a reporter. Debra approached, linking her arm with Juan's, and extended a hand towards Shelia. "You must be Shelia mentioned by Juan. Nice to meet you! I'm Debra. You can call me Mrs. Nichols." Shelia withdrew her hand from Juan's and shook hands with Debra. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Nichols," Shelia said awkwardly. "Juan told me that he sponsored you. You're going to study abroad, right?" Debra said. Shelia glanced at Juan. "Shelia excels in her studies. She's planning to go abroad this year, but she's a bit timid, so I brought her here today to broaden her horizons," Juan said. He had brought Shelia here to see the world of the upper class. Juan hadn't completely fallen for Shelia yet. It was only after Shelia returned from abroad that Juan fell in love with her. Even so, Juan attended all kinds of events with Shelia, to the point where everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan liked a college girl. But none of this mattered to Debra anymore. She came to the auction not to compete with Shelia but for a more important purpose. "Well then, take good care of Miss Miles. I'm going in," Debra said, letting go of Juan's arm. Juan was stunned. He hadn't expected these words to come from Debra's mouth. By the time he realized it, Debra had already get into the venue. Juan frowned. 'When did the unruly Debra become so agreeable?' Debra sat in an inconspicuous corner. The auction venue was filled with influential figures. If she remembered correctly, an abandoned piece of land that nobody wanted was bought by an obscure merchant at this auction. Later, because of the upscale developments around it, the land became valuable. The successful investment elevated the merchant's status, making him a commercial magnate. Since she had decided to leave Juan, Debra wanted to build up her own assets. After sitting down, Juan searched for Debra's figure. Beside him, Shelia asked, "Mr. Nichols, do you really want me to bid on your behalf?" Juan's attention returned, and he said, "Yes, I trust your judgment." Shelia blushed. She had studied finance for so long at school, just for this day. On the second floor, Debra watched them chat happily. Shelia indeed had some talent, which was one of the reasons why Juan would be attracted to her. In her last life, Shelia had once identified a prime piece of land, which impressed Juan. But that piece of land was valuable, to begin with. The Nichols Group's properties were around it, and Shelia inflated the price with Juan's money. In the end, the value of the land and the surrounding properties all increased, so Juan couldn't lose. Even without Shelia, Juan would have secured that piece of land. As the auction started, Shelia began to bid. She successfully won the first three prime pieces of land. Juan sat beside Shelia like a guardian. "The price of Crescent Manor starts at one billion." "Two billion." Debra's bidding caused a collective gasp. Juan frowned. What's gotten into this woman? Shelia whispered, "This piece of land isn't worth much. Debra's going to lose money." Juan texted Debra. [What are you doing?] Debra read the message and ignored it. "Two billion once!" "Two billion twice!" ... "Is Debra crazy? Two billion for this piece of junk?" On the second floor, Randy was flabbergasted. "Three billion," Marion bid. Randy nearly flipped the table. "Marion! Are you insane too?" Across from them, Debra frowned. She wanted to know who was crazy enough to compete with her for this wasteland, only to see Marion. She vaguely remembered Marion was doing gray business. 'When did he start real estate development?' "Four billion!" Debra raised the stakes. Downstairs, Juan furrowed his brow and texted her again. [Debra, shut up!] Debra simply turned off her phone. "Five billion," Marion said. His provocation annoyed Debra. 'Alright, you want to play? Let's play.' "Ten billion!" she bid. "What! She's gone mad!" Randy exclaimed. Juan stood up, losing his composure. He couldn't quite grasp Debra's intentions. To him, this piece of land wasn't even worth one billion. Yet Debra was offering ten billion. Marion smiled at Debra and made a gesture of concession. "Ten billion!" The auctioneer exclaimed, "Any further bids? Ten billion, going once, going twice. Sold!" As the gavel fell, a weight lifted off Debra's heart. The land was finally hers, but she had unnecessarily spent an extra eight billion. It was all because of Marion. She glared at him. Randy nudged Marion, "Hey, Debra's glaring at you. If I were her, I'd probably be plotting your demise." Marion shrugged indifferently. Downstairs, Shelia tugged at Juan. "Mr. Nichols, Debra is going to make you bankrupt." "She set her own price. No one will help her pay the bills," Juan said. Chapter 3 Due to this episode, Juan's attention was solely on Debra. Shelia's performance was completely ignored. When the auction ended, Debra was about to leave when she bumped into Juan and Shelia. "Debra, if you don't understand real estate, don't mess around," Juan said bluntly. Shelia chimed in, "Yeah, Debra. Your actions have cost Mr. Nichols ten billion." Debra chuckled, "Miss Miles, you misunderstand. This piece of land is mine to get. What does it have to do with Juan?" Shelia blurted out, "But that's ten billion." "It's just pocket change for me, not to mention for her." From not far away, Randy's voice came. "Isn't that right, Ms. Frazier?" Debra caught sight of Marion and said, "It's just a plaything for purchase." Shelia blushed with embarrassment. Ten billion meant nothing to Juan and Debra. In front of these people, Shelia felt inferior. "Heard Mr. Nichols got married. Is the lady beside him Mrs. Nichols?" Marion chimed in. Shelia blushed, stammering, "N-no." "This is my wife, Debra," Juan said, pulling Debra close. Debra tried to shake off Juan's hand, but he held on tight. Since earlier, he had felt Marion's gaze on Debra. Men understood men best. He could see through Marion's thoughts. "So, Ms. Frazier is Mrs. Nichols. It's my bad. I saw Mr. Nichols chatting with this lady in the venue earlier, thinking she was Mrs. Nichols." Randy slapped his head. "Then this lady must be Mr. Nichols's secretary. No wonder she was holding up signs for Mr. Nichols earlier." Debra almost burst out laughing. Though she didn't care about Shelia and Juan anymore, hearing Randy's words still made her pleased. Shelia was totally embarrassed. "Joe, take Shelia home," Juan requested. "Yes, sir," Joe agreed. Randy grinned, "We'll get out of your hair. Bye!" After Randy and Marion left, Debra shook off Juan's hand. "Had enough?" Juan didn't expect Debra to pull away. Before, Debra couldn't wait to touch him. She seemed different tonight. "If you're trying to get my attention, you don't need to do this," Juan said. Debra was speechless. She wanted to argue, but she couldn't find the right words. Considering how much she cared about Juan in the past, she might have done so. But she wasn't that person anymore. "Whatever!" Debra shrugged. "Wait." Juan stopped her. "What now?" "What's your relationship with Marion?" "I don't even know him." Juan spoke coldly. "No matter what your relationship is with him, you are Mrs. Nichols in public. You better watch your identity and keep your distance from other men." Debra scoffed, "Before you demand anything from others, how about demanding it from yourself? Did you consider your status and my reputation when you brought Shelia here today?" "I had Joe inform you today." "Oh? Is it to tell me not to come?" Juan remained silent. He knew he was in the wrong. "Even Marion, an outsider, mistook Shelia for Mrs. Nichols. If you like her, let's get a divorce," Debra said. "Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?" Juan frowned. Although he didn't love Debra, it didn't mean he wanted a divorce. Their marriage was based on interests. It was not something one person could dissolve. From Juan's serious expression, Debra could tell that he wasn't thinking of divorce now, but it was only because of her family. In a few years, when she became worthless, he would discard her like trash. Thinking of the miserable end of her last life, she'd rather end it now than wait for that moment. "I said, let's divorce." The next day, news of Debra's extravagant purchase of wasteland swept through major platforms. Debra was the sole heiress to the Frazier family, and ten billion was just a figure for her. However, with her family's businesses operating, she had limited liquid assets. It was not easy for her to raise the money. Debra lay on the bed, rubbing her brows. 'Should I find Juan? No.' He left without a word yesterday when she proposed a divorce. She couldn't understand. She was even willing to relinquish the Frazier family's wealth to him, yet he still didn't want a divorce. But besides Juan, who else could she turn to? Suddenly, Debra sat up. She had an idea. "Marion!" People in high society were in one circle. Debra managed to contact Marion through her connections. Debra remembered that Marion's influence was overseas, but in recent years, he had stationed himself in Seamar City. Others might not know why, but she did. In the coming years, Marion would rapidly take over local enterprises, competing head-to-head with Juan. In the conference room, Marion played with his lighter. Debra got straight to the point. "I want to borrow eight billion from you." Randy spat out his tea. He'd seen straightforward, but never this blunt. "Ms. Frazier, that's a large amount of money." Debra blinked. "Last time you said ten billion was nothing." "I just rolled the logs for you, and you're giving me a hard time." Randy shook his head. Beautiful women were always a bit sick in their heads. Marion flicked his lighter. "Why should I lend you any money?" "I could've secured Crescent Manor with two billion, but because of your meddling, I have to pay an extra." "Not a convincing reason." Debra fell silent for a moment before saying, "Your industries are all overseas, but for the past two years, you've been frequenting Seamar City. I guess you want to launder your overseas money here. Am I right?" Randy paused his tea-drinking motion, subconsciously glancing at Marion. He didn't expect Debra to understand these things. Chapter 4 The room fell silent for a moment. Marion smirked and said, "Mrs. Nichols, you can't wrongly accuse good people." "Yeah, we're all legitimate businessmen," Randy chimed in. "In the realm of legitimate business, it's not up to me to judge. But I think Juan might be interested," Debra said. "I'm just a clueless rich girl, while Juan isn't. If I tell him what happened, I wonder if he'll take notice." "You're sneaky!" Randy couldn't contain his frustration. Debra looked at Marion seriously. "Lend me eight billion, and I'll pay you back with interest in three years." Randy's eyes widened. "Are you kidding? Do you know how much interest that'll be? If you can't pay it back, we'll lose eight billion. You're Juan's wife. Who can hold you accountable?" "I know the interest. I'll sign a contract with you. If I can't repay, I'll give you my family's properties and stocks, and I'll work for you for the rest of my life." Randy paused and continued, "And besides, my marriage with Juan might not last three years. Even if I'm still his wife then, he won't protect me." Marion looked up and stared at Debra for a while. Randy's ears perked up as he smelled gossip. But he quickly composed himself. "No, I disagree!" But Marion agreed, "Okay, I'll lend it to you." "What?" Randy jumped up from his chair. "Have you gone mad?" "I'll have the finance department transfer the money to you. We'll draft the contract later," Marion said. "Marion!" Randy stomped his foot. "Thank you, Mr. Houston." Debra stood up, saying, "I'll await your message. Happy cooperation." She smiled and left the office. Randy ground his teeth. "That's eight billion! Are you out of your mind? She's Juan's wife! Why would you lend her money?" Marion grinned. "She's pretty." "Why should you get the girl while I pay?" Randy exclaimed. Marion stood up, tossed a bank card to Randy, and said, "I pursue the woman I fancy. It's only right that I foot the bill." "What? Foot the bill? She's Juan's wife! What bill are you talking about?" Randy ranted. Ignoring his protest, Marion walked out of the office. "Both of you are insane!" Randy muttered. Debra had just stepped into the Nichols family's mansion when she saw Juan sitting in the living room. She frowned. In her last life, Juan rarely came home. 'When did he become so attached to home?' Assuming he was just lounging around, she turned to go upstairs. "Debra!" Juan called out. Debra halted. "What is it?" Juan felt uneasy about Debra's recent coldness. "The auction house is pressing for payment." "I know," Debra replied coolly. "If you don't have enough money, you can tell me," Juan said. "No need. I've sorted it out," Debra said dismissively. "Where did you get the money from?" Ten billion wasn't a small amount, and Juan knew every movable asset under the Frazier family's name. She couldn't produce such a sum on short notice. "It's my business. You don't need to concern yourself," Debra replied. "Don't forget that I'm your husband," Juan said. Debra chuckled bitterly. 'Husband?' Juan always considered it a disgrace. When did he remember he was her husband? "You're so anxious because you're afraid I'll lose money and drag down the Nichols family," Debra said. Juan fell silent. Seeing his reaction, Debra knew that she had guessed right. "I won't drag you down. I understand our marriage is a business alliance. We rise and fall together. You don't have to come home often," Debra concluded. Juan was speechless. He used to think that way, so after getting married, he was cold towards Debra and didn't even touch her. But after hearing those words from Debra, he suddenly realized his excessiveness. Juan was about to say something when suddenly a remittance message came on Debra's phone. She didn't expect Marion's actions to be so fast. In just an hour, the money arrived. With the matter resolved, Debra gave a smile. Juan pursed his lips, suddenly remembering how Debra used to follow him. She showed him the same smile, but he never cared. "There's a party tonight. You're coming with me." "Me?" Debra frowned. Juan asked, "Don't want to?" "Why don't you bring Shelia with you?" Debra was puzzled. In her last life, whenever there was a banquet, Juan would take Shelia. If her memory served her right, it was an international banquet that night. She insisted on going, but Juan brought Shelia in the end, indirectly paving the way for Shelia. For such an important occasion, why would Juan suddenly think of bringing her? "You're my wife, so naturally, you should come to such occasions with me." Debra didn't get it, thinking it was only because Shelia had something else to do. Then again, she should go to such occasions more often. To start her own business, she needed connections. "Alright then, I'll go get ready." Juan breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Debra was still willing to be the nominal Mrs. Nichols. Perhaps she wasn't completely disappointed with him yet. Shelia was in the dormitory, arranging the dress sent by Juan's secretary. Her roommates looked at Shelia with envy. "Shelia, your boyfriend is so sweet, giving you such a beautiful dress." Shelia's cheeks turned rosy. "Shelia, when will you introduce us to your boyfriend?" "Yeah, your boyfriend is so rich, and he takes you to various banquets all the time. We're curious." Shelia shook her head and said, "He's very busy. I'll introduce you to him when he's available." Shelia's phone rang. Seeing that it was a call from Juan's secretary, she answered the phone happily. "Joe, did Mr. Nichols send you to pick me up? I'll come down right away," she said. "Mr. Nichols said you don't need to come today," said Joe. Chapter 5 Shelia's smile froze. "Why?" "Mr. Nichols is taking his wife tonight, so it wouldn't be convenient for you to attend." Shelia forced a smile. "Oh, so he's taking his wife. That's great. I didn't want to go anyway." "That's good." Shelia held her phone and bit her lip. Her roommates exchanged glances. "Shelia, did your boyfriend stand you up?" "I heard this event is international. Didn't your boyfriend organize it to introduce you to some foreign entrepreneurs?" Facing their skeptical looks, Shelia managed a weak smile. "He has an important client to accompany. I shouldn't disturb him." Shelia glanced at the dress in her hands, her expression dimming. 'Juan never likes Debra. Why did he suddenly...' She tightened her grip on the dress. She had looked forward to tonight's event for so long. She couldn't just give up. As the night fell, Juan had a splendid black dress sent to Debra. He had been waiting downstairs for a while when he saw Debra descending the stairs. Though he had seen Debra in a burgundy dress the other day, seeing her in this outfit still took Juan by surprise. He hadn't realized how beautiful Debra could be. "I'm ready," Debra said, lifting her head. Juan pursed his lips. "I'll have my secretary bring the car around." Debra opened the door to see Joe waiting outside. Seeing Debra in the black dress, Joe was amazed. "Mrs. Nichols, you look stunning in this dress, better than Miss Miles." Juan glanced at him. Joe realized his mistake and quickly shut his mouth. "It's okay." Debra didn't care, and she got into the car. Juan glared at Joe and muttered, "You won't get your bonus this month." Joe felt wronged but dared not say more. That was what he got for being too talkative. Outside the club, Juan helped Debra get out of the car. People around them cast admiring glances at them. "Who's the lady with Mr. Nichols?" "Seems to be Mrs. Nichols." "I don't recall seeing Mr. and Mrs. Nichols together before. They make quite the power couple." ... Juan took Debra's hand. Debra wanted to retract her hand, but with so many people around, she had to go along with Juan. Debra glanced around and saw many faces she had encountered in her last life. Juan had a certain prestige in the business world. To be able to attend such a high-level international event, the people here were all top entrepreneurs, philanthropists, or real estate tycoons. Debra had studied finance to impress Juan, but it never paid off. Suddenly, the sound of shattered glass grabbed everyone's attention. A gardener accidentally broke a vase of roses, and the manager scolded him. "Where did this old man come from? Get him out of here!" the manager barked. "Hold on." Debra stepped forward, picking up the roses from the ground. She noticed they were carefully pruned and rare. "This man ruined Mr. Houston's flowers and startled the guests. Let me have him removed," said the manager. "If it's broken, just ask him to prepare a new one," Debra said. "These roses were brought by Mr. Houston for everyone's enjoyment. How about each lady take one to appreciate his gesture?" Debra suggested. Everyone nodded, and the manager waved off the gardener. Juan stepped forward, lowering his voice. "I didn't expect you to liven up the atmosphere here." Debra shrugged. "Just trying to please Mr. Houston." Outside the club, Shelia stepped out of a taxi in a black dress, feeling strange gazes around her. She ignored them and tried to get into the club. The security guard glanced at the taxi and stopped her. "Miss, do you have an invitation?" Shelia was taken aback. She didn't know about invitations. With Juan, she could go anywhere. It was the first time she had been stopped by a security guard. "Sorry! No invitation, no entry." "I'm here to see Mr. Nichols. I'm his companion," Shelia lied. Squinting at her, the guard asked, "Mr. Nichols is already inside with Mrs. Nichols. Who are you?" Feeling the stares all around, Shelia blushed with embarrassment. Joe saw her and hurried over. "Excuse me, she's our company staff." The guard nodded, allowing Shelia through. Shelia breathed a sigh of relief, but Joe asked sternly, "Miss Miles, why are you here?" "I just wanted to broaden my horizons. Mr. Nichols always said I was too timid. I'll be going abroad in a few months, so I wanted to experience this kind of event. Joe, could you take me in?" Joe hesitated. "I'll return from studying and help Mr. Nichols. The piece of land Debra bought cost billions and was a loss. She probably doesn't understand finance. So many financial elites are here. I'm worried Mrs. Nichols won't be able to handle it," Shelia pleaded sincerely. Joe nodded in agreement. In the past, it was always Shelia by Juan's side because Debra knew nothing about finance, and Joe respected Shelia, who was talented in this area. Shelia joyfully entered the club and spotted Juan conversing with some guests not far away. She lifted the hem of her dress to run over, but she accidentally collided with an old man. The gardener's vase slipped, and the water splashed on Shelia's dress. She instinctively exclaimed and freaked out when she saw the stain. "What's wrong with you? Can't you watch where you're going?" Chapter 6 Her cry pierced through the room. All eyes, including Juan's and Debra's, turned to her. In their eyes, Shelia was a rude and uncultured woman. The old gardener bent down to pick up the scattered roses and apologized profusely. Feeling the stares around her, Shelia quickly changed her attitude. "I'm sorry. I was in haste. Are you okay, sir?" Debra watched from nearby. Even though Shelia tried to fix it, it only came off as insincere. Shelia also noticed Debra beside Juan. "How did she get here?" Juan frowned. Given his expression, he seemed clueless about Shelia's arrival. Debra wondered if Shelia came on her own. Debra stayed silent. This plot was different from that of her last life. Juan brought Shelia to the party, where Shelia impressed Caleb Houston. It led to a smooth path overseas and success after graduation with support from Juan and Caleb. Debra thought that Shelia would not show up this time. Yet here she was. "Mr. Nichols!" Hearing the commotion, Joe rushed in. Juan's tone was curt. "Who let her in?" "It was me." Joe bowed his head. "I thought Miss Miles could help you." Juan rubbed his temples. He used to be very tolerant of Shelia. But in this situation, Shelia shouldn't have appeared. "Miss Miles isn't familiar with the place. Go check on her," Debra said, taking a sip of champagne. Juan saw Shelia's scared looks, and he couldn't bear to leave her alone to handle the situation. "I'll be back in a moment." Debra said nothing. That was expected. He could never let go of Shelia. Juan went over and asked, "How did you come here?" Shelia lowered her head, looking pitiful. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see the event." Seeing her tear up, Juan couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. In a sense, Shelia was trained by him, and he had seen all her efforts. "I'll have Joe take you back." Seeing Juan about to leave, Shelia hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. "Mr. Nichols, can I stay?" Juan frowned. In the past, Shelia was always obedient and aware of her identity, never crossing that boundary. Shelia felt his displeasure and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nichols. I..." Juan relented in the end. "You can stay. This event could be helpful for your overseas studies." Shelia finally broke into a sweet smile. "Can I stay with you?" Juan glanced at the surrounding crowd, concerned about leaving Shelia alone here. "Yeah." Shelia was delighted. Joe couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what about Mrs. Nichols?" "Go accompany her. Don't let her cause trouble like last time." Juan knew that Debra often attended such events, but as someone unfamiliar with finance, she was here merely to pass the time. As long as she didn't cause trouble like last time, it was fine. Debra watched as Joe approached her. Before he could say anything, she asked, "He's gone to accompany Shelia?" "Miss Miles is a key candidate for the company, so..." "I understand." Debra looked as if she was not bothered at all. Joe breathed a sigh of relief. But somehow, he felt that Debra had changed. Shelia followed Juan and confidently conversed with some bigwigs, which was noticed by Debra. Although Shelia had good grades at school, she was still just a student. In front of these seasoned businessmen, what she said wasn't very insightful. They were only praising Shelia out of respect for Juan. However, soon Shelia faced difficulty with a foreign elderly gentleman. Debra recognized that man as a financial tycoon from Dawnreach. He only spoke his native language and didn't know any foreign languages. And his translator was absent. "Mr. Nichols..." Shelia bit her lip, glancing at Juan. Juan was pondering how to defuse the awkwardness when Debra approached and fluently conversed with the man. The man seemed quite pleased with what Debra said and shook hands with her. Shelia finally noticed Debra, dressed in an identical black dress. Compared to her, Debra seemed like a refined lady, while she looked like a street vendor. Shelia clenched her fists and forced a smile. "Debra, that's impressive. You can speak the Dawnreach language." Debra smiled without saying anything. Juan remembered that Debra could speak foreign languages, but Dawnreach language wasn't widely used. Not many people knew it, so he was surprised that Debra was fluent in it. "What did you say to Mr. Stephen? He seemed quite pleased," Shelia asked. "I told him that the piece of land he bought near the southeastern sea is going to get a good prince, so he's happy," Debra replied. "That piece of land will get a a good price?" Shelia looked puzzled. The land didn't seem extraordinary. "Maybe," Debra replied casually. In her last life, that piece of land did get a considerable sum. The area suddenly developed into a tourist destination, making a hefty profit from tourism. Mr. Stephen probably foresaw its development, hence his purchase. Shelia lacked that foresight. Juan stared at Debra, which made her uncomfortable. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Debra asked. "How did you know that the land would get a good price?" Juan said. Chapter 7 Given his expression, Juan knew that this plot of land would fetch a hefty sum. Yet he chose to let Stephen have it as a favor. That was just Juan's style. "I was just paying a compliment. You're reading too much into it," Debra replied. Juan furrowed his brow, assessing the sincerity of Debra's words. It made sense. Given Debra's intelligence, how could she see the future value of that land? Juan realized he was overthinking it. "Hope so." Juan turned away, leading Shelia to meet other people. Shelia glanced at Debra. Debra managed to capture the hint of triumph in Shelia's eyes. She downed a glass of champagne. In the eyes of others, she was just a failed woman abandoned by her husband. Her husband left her and took another woman to meet business partners. Could anything be more of a joke than this? Debra felt disheartened. She had planned to mingle with the business elites, but with Juan gone, it became difficult. How could she approach those entrepreneurs without seeming intentional? Debra scanned the surroundings and spotted a piano not far away. A smile played on Debra's lips as she got an idea. With graceful steps, Debra approached the piano and exchanged brief greetings with the pianist before sitting down. As the heiress to the Frazier family, she had to learn many things, though she never thought she'd use them. But now they had come in handy. It had been a while since Debra played the piano, so she was a bit rusty. But soon enough, the piano keys followed her fingers, producing a melodious tune that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the party. The guests were captivated by the unexpected piano music. Many turned to look in her direction, and after she finished playing, applause filled the room. Seeing Juan and the businessmen stop their conversation, Shelia kept her eyes on Debra and said, "Debra is amazing. She can play the piano." "She is a pro," Juan remarked casually. Among these people, many could play the piano, and passing relevant exams was quite common. The fact that Debra received so much applause showed her musical talent. It was then that Shelia realized the gap between her and Debra. She used to think Debra was just lucky and pretty, but utterly useless. Now she was proven wrong. She was dead wrong. After Debra finished playing, many wealthy ladies approached her for conversation. While she couldn't directly approach those business magnates, getting close to their wives made it easier to reach them. "I didn't expect Mrs. Nichols to be so talented at the piano," Randy remarked from a corner. "Not bad," Marion agreed. "You don't know music, do you?" Randy teased. "I don't, but I like it," Marion replied. He didn't understand music, but because it was Debra playing, it felt different. When she went to the restroom, Debra was pulled into a secluded corner. She tried to cry out, but the man behind her covered her mouth. "Don't make a sound," the man whispered. Feeling the warmth of his body, Debra adjusted her breathing and bit down on the man's hand. "Ouch!" he grunted in pain. "You bit me?" The man released her. Debra quickly put some distance between them and was surprised when she saw his face. "Marion?" "Who else did you think it would be?" "Why the cloak and dagger?" "I sneaked in. Don't want to be seen." "What kind of joke is this? Caleb is your..." Before Debra could finish her sentence, she immediately shut her mouth. Marion raised an eyebrow. "Hm? What were you going to say?" Debra averted her gaze. In her last life, Caleb left all his assets to Marion. It was only after that she found out the truth. But so far, no one knew Marion was Caleb's grandson. "I mean, Caleb is kind-hearted, and you're a dominant owner of overseas enterprises. Even if you snuck in, no one would dare say anything." "Maybe, but I prefer to play it safe," Marion said. "Don't tell me you snuck in here just to say these things to me." She didn't think Marion would be so boring. "This is for you." Marion handed Debra a contract. Debra looked down and saw the contract for her borrowing. "Just for this?" she asked. Marion nodded. "Boring!" Debra signed the contract and threw it back to Marion. It was crazy that he found her to sign the contract at the door of the ladies' room. "As your creditor, can I ask you a question?" "Go ahead." "Why spend ten billion on that land?" Marion's voice was low, tempting her to answer his question. "I can't tell you now," Debra said. "What if I insist?" Marion could tell Debra had other plans. But he couldn't figure out what could be worth ten billion there. It was a loss-making business, but Debra's actions made him believe the land would be worth far more than ten billion. "If I told you this land would be worth a lot in six months, would you believe me?" Debra asked. "No." Marion couldn't see any signs of it yet. "What if I said high-end properties around that wasteland are about to come into the market?" Debra asked. "What high-end properties?" Marion frowned. He had never heard of that. "You'll find out soon enough," Debra smiled, walking past Marion into the restroom. Frowning, Marion walked to the lobby, where Randy asked, "Done signing?" "Yeah," Marion said. "Why the long face?" Randy asked. "Is there any high-end property near the wasteland Debra bought?" "There aren't any." "Check who owns the land around that wasteland." "That wasteland is in the sewage area. There's nothing to check. Forget high-end properties. No one would even build a basketball court there," Randy said. "Sewage area?" Marion was surprised. Chapter 8 Moments later, Shelia emerged from the restroom, her face looking grim. She was now dressed in a white gown. "What's wrong?" Juan asked. "I just changed in the restroom and thought I saw Debra." "Debra?" Shelia nodded. "I saw Debra with that man. They seemed intimate." Shelia observed Juan's expression and quickly added, "But I might have been mistaken. How could Debra know someone like Marion? I heard he's a desperado." "Debra..." Juan's tone turned cold. He had noticed Marion's interest in Debra last time. 'Doesn't she know how to avoid danger? Even getting close to someone like Marion.' Juan felt upset. Debra emerged from the restroom and was puzzled about Juan's dissatisfaction. "Where did you go?" Juan whispered. "Me? I went to the restroom." Debra was confused. Shelia stepped forward, pretending to be affectionate, as she grabbed Debra's hand. "Debra, I saw it just now. Marion is not a good person. Don't let him deceive you." Debra instinctively withdrew her hand. Shelia's hand hung in mid-air, and she looked aggrieved. "I didn't tell Mr. Nichols about it on purpose, but Marion is really not a good person." "I know what kind of person Marion is. I don't need others to judge," Debra huffed. "I..." Shelia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Shelia is looking out for you. Don't be oblivious and offend the wrong people," Juan warned. Shelia tugged at Juan's sleeve, as if to imply he was being too harsh. If other people saw it, they might think that Shelia was Juan's wife. "In any case, it's best not to get close to Marion. You're a woman of high standing, while he's a man without upbringing. How could you have any ties with him?" Shelia said. Suddenly, the sound of a cane hitting the ground came. Everyone turned to see an elderly man with gray hair standing in the center of the hall. Debra turned around, feeling a sense of familiarity. Soon, she recognized the old man as the gardener who had been arranging vases in the hall earlier. Now, the old man was dressed in a suit, flanked by two bodyguards. His stern gaze carried a hint of ruthlessness, making people wary. "This is Mr. Caleb Houston," one of the bodyguards introduced. Everyone in the vicinity raised their glasses respectfully to the old man. Only Shelia was pale. The old man she had scolded just now turned out to be Caleb. Shortly after, Marion emerged from behind Caleb and stood by his side, supporting him. Debra suddenly had a bad feeling. Marion looked at Debra and slowly smirked. "Ladies and gentlemen, I invited you all here today to declare that Marion is my grandson, the sole heir of the Houston family." Caleb coldly glanced at Shelia. Shelia felt a chill. "He is not some wild man without upbringing," Caleb said. Everyone in the room was astonished, and Debra's heart was pounding. 'Something is not right. The timeline has changed. How could this happen?'	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2,254,169	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	Read more FREE chapters👉	This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it be…? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life. After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I can’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, but a few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes are in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back several years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to be my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When seeing the private doctor, I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why did you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treat me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural？ I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me！ On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,”Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, “Oh, I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you. 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21:25	active	1671	ここをクリックして無料でお読みください！	真夏の炎天下。頭から真夏の太陽がジリジリと照りつける中、吉沢凛子はショッピングモールの入り口に立ち、チラシ配りのアルバイトをしていた。そんな時偶然、入り口から入る一組の男女の姿が目をひいた。その二人の後ろ姿は凛子の彼氏、林佑樹と自分の親友である榎本月香ではないか？でも林佑樹は今日、仕事の面接に行くと言っていたはずじゃなかった？はっとして凛子は急いで二人を追った。しかし、彼女がショッピングモールに入った時には、二人の姿はもう見当たらなかった。中を何度も回ってみた後、彼女の携帯電話に突然、ショートメッセージでカード使用履歴が届いた。それはジュエリーショップの購入記録で、消費額は100万円近くだった。吉沢凛子はこの数字を見て、気が動転してしまった。これは彼女が半年でようやく稼げる金額なのだ。吉沢凛子はすぐにそのジュエリー店に飛び込んだ。ちょうど店員がキラキラ光るダイヤの指輪を榎本月香の薬指にはめるところだった。それは大粒のダイヤモンドで、カットも美しい。まさに吉沢凛子が前々から素敵だと思っていた指輪だ。榎本月香の満面の笑みに、吉沢凛子は頭の中が真っ白になっていた。林佑樹が仕事を失ってからこの半年間は、彼女が住む所も食事も提供していたのだ。それなのに、彼女のカードを使って浮気相手にダイヤの指輪を買っている？彼女の存在は？すると彼女は彼らのもとに駆け寄り、榎本月香の指にはまっていた指輪を取り上げ、店員に突き返した。「この指輪は返品します」「吉沢凛子、あなたどういうつもり？これは私がさっき買った指輪よ。なんであんたが勝手に返品しようとしているのよ？」と榎本月香は大きな声で怒鳴った。「パンッ！」すると、吉沢凛子は榎本月香の頬を平手打ちした。「お前、なにやってるんだ？」この時、林佑樹がちょうど支払いを終えて戻ってきた。彼は榎本月香の様子を見て痛ましく思い自分の胸に抱き寄せて、吉沢凛子に怒鳴りつけた。「ちょっとおまえの金を使っただけだろ、狂犬みたいに人を襲って、恥ずかしくないのか？」と林佑樹は嫌悪感を顕にした。この瞬間、吉沢凛子は心を砕かれた。裏切られ、怒りと屈辱で彼女は目を真っ赤にさせた。「私が汗水流して一生懸命働いたお金で、あんたは女に貢いでるんでしょ。恥ずかしいのはそっちのほうじゃないの？」「俺が貢いで何が悪いんだよ。おまえこそ自分自身をしっかり見つめてみろよ、おまえなんかを好きになる男はこの世にいないぞ！」この半年、林佑樹を養うために彼女は食事もなるべく節約して、長い間化粧品だって使わず、着ている服も昔からあるものばかりだ。しかし、自分への見返りが、こんな堂々とした裏切りだったとは！騒ぎを聞きつけて人だかりがどんどん増えていった。林佑樹は激怒してクレジットカードとレシートを吉沢凛子の顔に叩きつけた。「ほらよ、返してやるよ。金、金、金、おまえにはもう、うんざりなんだよ」カードで叩かれた顔は痛かったが、それよりも傷ついたのは吉沢凛子の心のほうだった。「吉沢凛子、おまえみたいな女の末路はな、孤独死なんだよ。おまえを受け入れられるような男はいないからな」と林佑樹は言い終わると、榎本月香を連れて、ショッピングモールから出て行った。吉沢凛子は一言もしゃべらず、床に落ちたカードとレシートを拾い、返品の手続きを終わらせて、そのまま彼女と林佑樹が住む家に帰った。その家には部屋が二つあり、林佑樹と彼女はそれぞれ別々の部屋を使っていた。以前、彼女は林佑樹のことを紳士的な男だと思っていたのだから、笑ってしまう。部屋に入ると、彼女はすぐに林佑樹の荷物を整理し、彼を追い出す準備をした。彼女がベッドのシーツを翻した時、使用済みのコンドームを見つけた。それを見た瞬間、吉沢凛子の林佑樹に対する最後の期待は完全に消滅してしまった。梱包された彼の荷物は、一つ一つ家の玄関前に置かれていた。この時、林佑樹は榎本月香を連れて帰ってきた。そして、荷物を片付けられ空っぽになった部屋を見て、林佑樹の怒りは頂点に達した。「吉沢凛子、てめえ、頭でもおかしくなったんじゃないのか。おまえに俺の私物に手を付ける資格なんかねえだろ？」吉沢凛子はリビングのソファに腰掛けていた。以前、彼女は林佑樹がこの世で一番格好良い男に見えていたが、今よく見てみると、ただ気持ち悪いとしか思えなかった。「ちょうど良いところに帰ってきたわ。あなたの部屋の鍵をちょうだい。もうここへは来ないでくれるかしら、私の場所が汚れちゃうから」「凛子、何か勘違いしてるんじゃないのか？以前は家賃を俺も出してたんだぞ、なんで俺が出て行かなきゃならないんだ？」と林佑樹は大きな声で怒鳴った。「あなたも今言ったでしょ、以前のことだって。この半年間の家賃、それから2年半の生活費も私にくれたことあったっけ？」吉沢凛子は冷静になり、全面的に争う姿勢だ。林佑樹は、ご近所たちが非難し始めたのを見て、面子を保てなくなり、とりあえずここは穏便に済ませようと言い逃れをしておくことにした。「吉沢凛子、おまえ金が欲しいんだろ？半年間の家賃って言っても、たったの50万くらいで、俺の一ヶ月半の給料にすぎないさ。仕事が見つかったら、その家賃を返してやるよ」「半年も待つ必要なんかないわ、今この女にお金をあげましょ」榎本月香は携帯を取り出し、吉沢凛子の前に来ると「こうしましょ、私が半年の家賃を払うわ。あなたは今すぐ出て行きなさい」と言った。榎本月香はしっかりと計算していた。半年の家賃の半分といっても20万ちょっとで、ここ数年、吉沢凛子のバカ女が出した金額はこれだけではないはずだ。でも、彼女はこうすることで林佑樹に良い印象を与えることができる。林佑樹は国立の良い大学を卒業していて、能力はある。以前働いていた時には一ヶ月に60万は稼いでいたのだから！榎本月香は吉沢凛子が快く頷くのを見ると、携帯の送金画面を開き、すぐにお金を送った。そして彼女は得意げに玄関を指差して言った。「さっさと荷物を整理して出て行きなさい！」「焦らないで」吉沢凛子はゆっくりと彼らに背を向けると、部屋から不動産権利書を出してきた。「あなた達しっかり見てみなさい」彼女が不動産権利書を開くと、権利書の名義は吉沢凛子となっていた。「私はこの家の持ち主よ。今日、この家は返してもらうわ」「凛子、おまえ俺をハメたのか？」不動産権利書を見て、林佑樹はすぐ烈火のごとく怒った。「おまえが家主だっていうのに、長年俺に家賃を支払わせていたのか？」「人の家に住むのに家賃を払うのは当然のことでしょう？」吉沢凛子は自分に何の罪があるのかと、肩をそびやかした。「てめえ、汚ねえ奴！」林佑樹は指先をわなわなと震わせ吉沢凛子を指差した。「以前はおまえのことを甘く見すぎてたよ」「吉沢凛子、あんた卑怯よ」榎本月香も相当に後悔していた。お金もなくなり、住むところも失ったのだから。「あなた達と比べたら、私なんてまだカワイイものでしょう」吉沢凛子はドアを開けて言った。「さっさと荷物を持って、出て行きなさい！」榎本月香はまだ納得していない様子だったが、林佑樹はご近所が見物に来ているのを見て、すぐに榎本月香の手を引き、去っていった。その前に後ろを振り向き吉沢凛子を一瞥して、心の中でこの家をどうにか自分のものにできないかと陰謀を企てていた。クズ男を始末し、吉沢凛子は力なく壁の隅に寄りかかった。これでいい、今後はもうあのクズ男のために、忙しく働く必要はなくなるのだからと心の中で思っていた。しかし、一息ついたすぐそばから、携帯が鳴った。吉沢凛子が見てみると、それは弟からの電話だった。「姉ちゃん、ばあちゃんが癌になって、手術するのに1000万必要なんだって。俺そんなにお金ないよ、俺．．．．．．」弟は電話の中で声を詰まらせて泣いていた。それを聞いた吉沢凛子にとってこの知らせは、まさに青天の霹靂だった。でも、かすれた声で「落ち着いて、先に200万送金するから、おばあちゃんの入院手続きをしてちょうだい。残りの治療費は私がどうにかするから」とただ弟に気休めの言葉をかけることしかできなかった。電話を切ると、吉沢凛子はすぐにクレジットカードからキャッシングするため、オンライン手続きをした後、すぐさま弟に送金した。おばあさんはこの姉弟を一人で苦労して育てあげてくれた人なのだが、彼女が今癌という重い病気になったからには、どうあってもおばあさんを助けなければならない。しかし、こんな大金、彼女に集められるのか？今すぐ家を売ったとしても、すぐには買い手が見つかることはないだろう。誰かにお金を借りる？吉沢凛子は手当たり次第に、高校から大学までの同級生に連絡し、お金を借りて回った。ただ、それぞれから少しずつ集めてようやく何万円かになるくらいだったし、人によっては電話にすら出てくれなかった。彼女が途方に暮れていた時、ネットに出てきた結婚相手募集の広告に目を引き付けられた。その内容は非常にシンプルだった。男性側はサラリーマンで、結納金として1000万円用意している。若くて心の優しい女性を伴侶として求めているらしい。ただ一つ彼の祖父の面倒を半年間見るという条件だけが書かれてあった。吉沢凛子はその『結納金1000万円』に瞬時に心を引かれてしまった。その時は、それが詐欺かどうかなど考えるような余裕すらなかった。そして、彼女はすぐに広告に掲載されていた番号に電話をかけた。しかし、なかなか相手に繋がらず、吉沢凛子は他の誰かに先を越されたのではないかと、かなり焦っていた。そしてようやく電話が繋がった。それなのに相手は暫く黙ったまま何も言わなかった。吉沢凛子はやはり詐欺だったのかと思い電話を切ってしまった。孫がずっと黙ったままだから電話をかけてきた女性が切ってしまったので、篠崎家のおじいさんは焦ってステッキで容赦なく彼を叩いた。そして、彼にすぐ電話をかけ直すよう命令した。吉沢凛子は再びかかってきた電話に出るのを少しためらっていたが、結局は出ることにした。今度は相手が口を開いた。その相手は低く魅力的な声をしていた。「すみません、さっきは電波がちょっと悪くて」「大丈夫ですよ」「では、先にこちら側の状況について説明しておきます。私の名前は篠崎暁斗、28歳。テクノロジー会社でIT関係の仕事をしています。年末のボーナスを除いて月に60万の収入、購入済の家と自家用車があります。それから特に悪い習慣などは全くありません。そして、特に注意していただきたいのは、うちには病気の祖父がいまして、結婚してから半年は祖父と一緒に暮らしてもらいたいということです。それに、専業主婦になっていただきたいんです。私の給料は全てあなたが管理してもらって結構です。もちろん、あなたが働いてはいけないと言っているわけではなく、祖父の世話を優先してもらいたいということです。全て受け入れてもらえますか？」吉沢凛子は少しの間黙っていた。仕事を諦めておじいさんのお世話をするのがちょっと困るなと思う以外は、その他の条件はとても良いものだった。相手も完全に専業主婦になれと言っているわけではないが、ただ働きながらおじいさんのお世話を完璧にこなすのは少し難しそうだ。こうしてみると、この男性は、まあ理にかなったことを言っている。吉沢凛子は少し考えて、男性の条件をのむことにした。「じゃあ、1000万の結納金以外に、必要なお金はありますか？」「ありません」吉沢凛子はきっぱりと返事した。たぶん彼女があまりにあっさりしすぎていたせいだろう。その態度が逆に篠崎暁斗に疑いを抱かせてしまった。「本当にありませんか？例えば不動産権利書に名義を追加するとか、他にも．．．．．．」「結構です。結婚前の財産はやっぱりそれぞれの所有物ですから」相手はまたしばらく口を閉ざしてしまった。吉沢凛子はまた相手の電波が悪くなったのかと思っていたが、突然また篠崎暁斗の低い声が響いてきた。「明日の9時、戸籍謄本と身分証を持って役所の入口で待ち合わせしましょう」そう言うと、相手は電話を切ってしまった。なんでそんなに急いで結婚手続きに？吉沢凛子は、まだその1000万をいつもらえるのか聞いていないのに。翌朝、吉沢凛子は目の下に大きなクマを作り出かけて行った。昨晩、弟がまた電話をかけてきて、おばあさんの手術費は少なくとも2000万かかると言われ、彼女は一睡もできなかったのだ。彼女は悩みすぎて一夜にして老けてしまった気がした。そしてわざわざ病院まで赴き、弟が騙されているのじゃないか確認までした。しかし、手術の書類を見てようやく本当のことなのだと確信した。 9時ちょうど、吉沢凛子は役所の入口にやってきた。休み明けで、役所の入口には結婚手続きの人や離婚手続きの人など、とにかくたくさんの人がいた。吉沢凛子はその人だかりの中からすぐに男性を見つけた。彼はピシッとアイロン掛けされた紺色のスーツに身を包み、首元は少し浮き出ていて、喉仏が見えていた。彼は腕時計をつけている以外、他には何もつけておらず、全体的にシンプルでスッキリとしていた。彼の額にかかる薄めにカットされた前髪は少しウェーブがかっていて、朝日に照らされて琥珀色に輝いていた。長く繊細なまつ毛は下を向いていて、彼の感情は読み取ることができなかった。吉沢凛子は写真を取り出すと、ためらいながらも写真よりも格好良く、気品のある男性が彼女のスピード結婚相手であるかどうか確認していた。その時、男性はすでに彼女の方に向かって歩いてきていた。二人はお互い丁寧に挨拶をした後、一緒に役所の中に入っていった。篠崎暁斗は整理券を取り、二人一緒に椅子に座って待っていた。この時、ずっと言い出そうか迷っていた吉沢凛子がやっと口を開いた。「篠崎さん、すみません、結婚手続きをする前に、ちょっとご相談したいことがあるのですが」篠崎暁斗は頷いて「何ですか？」と聞いた。「あの、1000万円の結納金とは別に、1000万円をお借りできないでしょうか？」篠崎暁斗はあからさまに少し不愉快そうな顔つきで彼女のほうを向いた。頭の中に昨日おじいさんが資料を選んでいた様子が浮かんできた。「この娘さんは理学療法士としての知識を学んであるし、家庭状況も複雑じゃなさそうだ。綺麗な人だし、見た感じ純粋な人のようだ．．．．．．」純粋な人、ははは吉沢凛子は急いで説明した。「このお金は借りるだけです。もちろん借用書も準備します。家を売ってお金が入ったら篠崎さんにお返しします。もし、それでもダメなら利子を付けてもらっても構いません」「昨日電話でどうしてこのことを話さなかったんですか？」篠崎暁斗は騙されたと思い、立ち上がって外へと歩いて行った。入口で、篠崎暁斗はおじいさんからの電話を受けた。「結婚手続きはもう終わったのか？」この時、吉沢凛子が追いかけてきて、書き終えた借用書を篠崎暁斗に見せ、自分は本当に困っていて絶対に騙しているわけではないと伝えた。おじいさんの期待がこもった声を聞き、篠崎暁斗は結局はあきらめて彼女のことを受け入れることにした。おじいさんの病はもう治すことができず、あと半年の命だから、死ぬ前に孫が結婚して子供ができるのだけが願いだったのだ。彼は電話を下げると、厳しい顔つきで吉沢凛子に向かって言った。「まず、この金額は少なくないから、できるだけ用意すると約束しておきます。それから、お金が入ったらすぐに私に返してください。最後に、今後二度とこのようなことはしないでください」「分かりました。家を売ったらすぐにお金を返します。今後あなたからお金を借りるようなことは一切しません」篠崎暁斗はそれ以上は何も言わず、体の向きを変えて、役所に戻っていった。そして、すぐに吉沢凛子と篠崎暁斗の手続きの番になった。その手続きの間、篠崎暁斗はずっと何か忙しそうにメッセージを送り続けていた。手続きが終わると、彼は会社に戻ると言って、吉沢凛子に帰って荷物を整理し次の日の夜、彼の家に引っ越してくるように伝えた。吉沢凛子は自分が図々しすぎるのではないかと思っていた。1000万の結納金をもらううえに、さらに1000万を借りるのだから。でも、こうなってしまった以上、彼女には他の方法はなかったのだ。篠崎暁斗はタクシーに乗り、交差点を曲がったところで車を降りると、路肩に止めていた一台の黒いベントレーまで歩いて行った。彼は運転しながら電話をかけ、執事にすぐおじいさんの家にある貴重な家具や装飾品を撤去し、そこらへんでよく見かけるような中古の家具に取り替えるよう指示を出した。それから、彼に中古の200万以内の自家用車を買わせた。車に乗り込むと、彼は腕につけていた2億もするダイヤの腕時計を取り外した。それから、スーツと携帯電話以外にそんなに高価なものはないことを確認した。彼はこれでようやくホッと一息ついた。吉沢凛子はもちろん、自分がさっき億万長者の大富豪と結婚したなんて知る由もなかった。彼女は先に不動産会社へ行き、自分の家の売却情報をネットに出してもらい、そしてすぐに会社へと向かった。会社に着くと、榎本月香がちょうど会社の受付で彼女の悪口を言っているところだった。榎本月香は吉沢凛子に背を向けて話していたので、彼女の存在に気づいておらず、話はもっとエスカレートしていった。「吉沢凛子はね、学生の時、ある男性教師にどっちつかずの態度で誘惑して、卒業論文をその先生に書いてもらったんですって」「綺麗な子ってお得よねぇ」と受付嬢は嫉妬して言った。「綺麗だからって何よ、猫かぶりのくせに、男を誘うことしか能がないんじゃない」と榎本月香は不満そうに言い返した。「それも彼女の能力の一つでしょ、彼女のカレシって超イケメンだって聞いたけど、その人もあなたたちの同級生なの？」「ハッ！」と榎本月香は少し得意そうな顔をして言った。「林佑樹は今、私の彼氏よ」「いつから？」受付嬢は興味津々で尋ねた。「ということは、吉沢凛子はフラレたってこと？」「私が振られてそんなに嬉しいわけ？」吉沢凛子が突然話しかけたので、二人はとても驚いた。「あんた、幽霊か何かなの、全く気配を感じなかったわよ、びっくりしたぁ」榎本月香は白目で吉沢凛子を一瞥した。「榎本月香、あなたこんなところで油売ってないで、林佑樹の履歴書を送るのを手伝ってあげれば？あなただけの給料じゃ、あいつを養うのは難しいわよ」榎本月香は吉沢凛子と同級生なのだが、凛子は早くに財務部長まで昇進し、彼女はまだ下っ端の経理職員でしかなかった。だから、二人の給与にはかなりの差があるのだ。吉沢凛子がそれでも週末にはチラシ配り、広告会社のモデルのアルバイトを掛け持ちしていたのは、林佑樹の出費が大きかったからだ。彼はゲームをしたり、ブランドの高級品を購入したり、さらにはバーで夜通し酒を飲むなど、彼女が稼いだお金をまるで湯水の如く散財していたのだ。もちろん吉沢凛子には、このことを榎本月香に教えるような義理などない。榎本月香はこの時、良い物を手に入れたと思っていたから、彼女は吉沢凛子が言う皮肉を自分のことを嫉妬し恨んでいるからだと思って聞いていた。そして、彼女は見下したように笑った。「ご心配いただかなくても結構です。アステルテクノロジーが彼に面接の連絡をくれたの。アステルテクノロジーって聞いたことあるでしょ？あそこは大企業で、月収は100万あるんだから」榎本月香は人差し指を立てて吉沢凛子の目の前で左右に揺らした。「羨ましいでしょ、嫉妬した？」「お子様ね！」吉沢凛子は榎本月香の横を通り過ぎ、自分のオフィスへと向かっていった。オフィスに入ると、彼女はデスクの上に溜まっているまだ処理されていない領収書の山を見つめた。「これは経理の仕事じゃないの、どうして私のところに？」と吉沢凛子はアシスタントに尋ねた。「福留社長が榎本月香さんがここ数日体調不良だから、吉沢さんに代わってやってもらうようにと言ってきたんです」とアシスタントは答えた。「また私に」吉沢凛子は怒ってファイルフォルダーをデスクに叩きつけ、その衝撃で中にあった領収書が床に散乱した。これが初めてのことではない。以前、榎本月香がこんなに腹黒女だとは全く思っていなかった。今、吉沢凛子は自分は本当にバカだと思った。昔の自分は榎本月香を親友だと思っていたのに、まさか自分に災いを招いてしまう結果になるとは。丸一日、吉沢凛子は水すら一口も飲む暇がないほど忙しく働いた。食事なんて言うまでもない。夜、家に帰ってカップラーメンを適当に食べた。それから、おばあさんにテレビ電話をかけた。おばあさんはまだ自分が癌になったことを知らなかったので、吉沢凛子はただ簡単に彼女の病状について話し、医者の言うことをよく聞いて、お金のことは気にせず、しっかり病気を治すように伝えた。おばあさんは吉沢凛子の仕事が忙しいのを知っていて、逆に彼女に自分の病気の心配はしないようにと慰めてくれた。吉沢凛子は何度も自分の結婚について話そうと思ったが、喉元まできて、また呑み込んでしまった。次の日の朝、吉沢凛子は少し熱っぽく、全身がだるくて会社を休んだ。昼になると、体調が少し良くなったので、荷物を整理して、夜、篠崎家に引っ越そうと思っていた。知らない男性と一緒に寝ることを考え、吉沢凛子はそわそわと緊張してきた。夕方、吉沢凛子はスーツケースと身の回りの荷物を持ち、篠崎暁斗が送ってきた住所にたどり着いた。錦が丘小路88号。錦が丘小路は少し古い居住区で、通りは非常に狭く、道の両側には自転車やバイクなどが駐めてあり、他にも雑多な物が置かれていた。吉沢凛子は歩きづらそうにスーツケーツを引いて歩きながら、人に尋ねて行ったが、どうしても住所の88号が見つからなかった。彼女はだんだん自分が道に迷ってしまったのだと感じてきた。なぜなら奥に進むほど、周りの環境はきれいに整っていき、道の幅も広くなるし、誰かの家の専用駐車場まで見えてきて、さっきまでと様子がガラッと変わってきたからだ。 88号って一体どこなんだろう？何人かに尋ねてみたが、みんな彼女にもっと奥へ進むように言った。でも、もう突き当たりになるというのに、88号はまだ見つからなかった。吉沢凛子は仕方ないので、篠崎暁斗に電話をかけるしかなかったが、彼はいつまでたっても電話に出なかった．．．．．．そして、最後には電源を切られてしまった。吉沢凛子に焦りと怒りが同時に押し寄せてきた。一体この人はどういうつもりなの？彼女に今夜引っ越して来るように言っておいて、家まで迎えに来ないのはまだいいとして、今彼女が迷子になっているというのに電話にも出ないなんてどういうことなのか。頭が少しぼうっとしてきて、吉沢凛子は緑化帯の横の石段の上に屈んだ。どのくらい経ったのか分からないが、眩しい車のライトに照らされた。吉沢凛子が顔を上げると、ライトを背に車から降りてきた篠崎暁斗の姿が見えた。彼女は立ち上がろうとしたが、長いあいだ屈んでいたせいで足がしびれて体勢を崩し、立ち上がった瞬間に前かがみに倒れてしまった。しかし、痛みは全く感じなかった。篠崎暁斗の逞しい腕が吉沢凛子を支えてくれたおかげで転ばずに済んだのだ。「ありがとうございます」吉沢凛子は申し訳なさそうに言った。「なんで中に入らなかったんです？」「あの、88号がどこなのか分からなくて」「さっき、私に電話をかけてきたのはあなたでしたか？」篠崎暁斗はさっき重役会議に出ていて、携帯がずっと鳴り続けて邪魔だったので、そのまま携帯の電源を切ってしまったのだった。「あ、どうして電話に出てくれなかったんですか？」吉沢凛子は少し腹を立ていた。この人ってごまかすのが上手ね。「中に入りましょう」篠崎暁斗は弁解することもなく、鍵を取り出して吉沢凛子の向かい側にある建物の方へ歩き出した。ここが88号だったの？吉沢凛子は木の枝で遮られていた住所が書かれたプレートを見つけた。まったくもう。篠崎暁斗が門を開けると、50歳くらいの女性が迎えた。「相田さん、おじいさんは寝てしまった？」「まだですよ。あなた達が帰ってくるのをお待ちになるんですって」篠崎暁斗が大股で門に入る時、後ろで一生懸命スーツケースを引っ張っている吉沢凛子に気づいていなかった。段差はとても高く、吉沢凛子は全身の力を振り絞っていたが、その段差を越えられなかった。この時、大きな手が伸びてきて、吉沢凛子からスーツケースを受け取った。ちょっと、ドキッとした。吉沢凛子が記憶するところでは、林佑樹は一度も彼女の荷物を持ってくれたことなんてなかったのだ。前回の引越しの時も、林佑樹は指一本動かすこともなく、彼女一人で休まず7、8個もあった大きな荷物を担いで何度も上の階まで運んでいったのだ。このようにしても、林佑樹は彼女が怠けていると文句まで言ったのだ。彼女が荷物を運んで来ても適当に置いておくだけで、整理整頓もできないとまで言ってきた。しかも林佑樹はゲームばかりしていて彼女にデリバリーを頼むように言った。「入らないんですか？」篠崎暁斗の不機嫌そうな声が吉沢凛子の考えを遮った。そして彼女は前へと進み大きな門の中に入っていった。庭はそんなに大きくはなかったが、とても手入れが行き届いていて整っていた。壁に沿って色々な盆栽も置かれている。「あ！」吉沢凛子は突然声を上げた。彼女は周りの様子に気を取られていて、丸石に躓いて、もう少しで転んでしまうところだった。篠崎暁斗は後ろを振り向いた。吉沢凛子は気まずくなり手を振って「大丈夫です」と言った。篠崎暁斗は地面の丸石をチラリと見て、凛子のほうに向かって来ると、その石を横に蹴飛ばし、彼女に手を伸ばした。その手は骨ばっていて、うっすらとたこができていた。たぶん長年体を鍛えてできたものなのだろう。吉沢凛子はどういうことかよく分かっていないようだった。篠崎暁斗は口をへの字に歪めた。次の瞬間、彼は自ら吉沢凛子の手を取った。手から伝わる温かさに、吉沢凛子はドキッとした。温かいものが心の中に流れてきたようだった。篠崎暁斗はスーツケースを相田おばさんに任せると、吉沢凛子の手を繋ぎ、おじいさんの部屋の前までやってきた。外の様子に気付いたらしく、部屋の中にいたおじいさんが話しかけてきた。「暁斗、帰ってきたのか？」「はい、おじいさん、もう休みますか？」篠崎暁斗の態度はとても礼儀正しかった。「まだだ、君達入って来なさい」篠崎暁斗は部屋のドアを開け、二人で中に入っていった。篠崎誠はソファに姿勢良く座っていて、篠崎暁斗と吉沢凛子が手を繋いで入って来たのを見ると、安心して満面の笑みになった。篠崎暁斗に結婚相手を探させたのは、実際仕方のないことだったのだ。篠崎誠が腎臓癌の末期で、余命半年と宣告されたからだ。彼はたった一人の孫息子が結婚して、彼に子供ができるのを生きているうちに見ておきたかった。これが彼のずっと思い続けてきた願いなのだ。時間があまりにも切羽詰っていて、自分の孫に辛い思いをさせたのではないかと心配していたが、この時吉沢凛子本人に会って、写真で見るよりもずっと綺麗で、優しく、善良そうな人だと思い安心した。家庭円満、夫婦仲も良いものになるだろう。孫と一緒に立っているとまさに美男美女カップルだ。しかし、篠崎誠は篠崎暁斗の元カノである藤井杏奈を思い出し、また心配になってきた。彼が知る限り、篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子のような大人しく内向的で、優しく控えめな女性は好みではないだろう。篠崎暁斗は落ち着いた性格で、規則正しい人間だ。だから、彼は元カノの藤井杏奈のような活発な女の子が好みだった。彼女はポジティブで彼の生活に活力と喜びをもたらしてくれる。篠崎暁斗が藤井杏奈とは正反対の吉沢凛子と結婚するのを承諾したのは、彼が自分の気持ちに全く興味を失い、自暴自棄になったからではないかと篠崎誠は思っていた。これこそ篠崎誠が一番気がかりなことだった。「あなたが吉沢お嬢さんですね？」篠崎誠はこちらに来るよう手招きをしていた。吉沢凛子はおじいさんのところに行くと、礼儀正しく挨拶をした。「おじいさん、初めまして」篠崎誠は1000万の小切手を取り出して吉沢凛子に渡した。「お嬢さん、これはおじいさんの気持ちです。あなた達がこれから先、お互いに尊重し愛し合って、末永く仲良く過ごすことを願っています」吉沢凛子はおばあさんの命を繋ぐ小切手を受け取り、突然罪悪感を感じてしまった。「ありがとうございます。おじいさん」篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子に代わって感謝を述べた。吉沢凛子はそれでさらに気まずくなり、急いで付け加えて言った。「どうもありがとうございます。おじいさん、私は暁斗さんと仲良くやっていきますから、安心してください」篠崎誠は満足げに頷き、篠崎暁斗のほうを見た。篠崎暁斗はおじいさんが彼女と同じように誓いを述べるのを期待していることが分かった。でも、篠崎暁斗はもたもたして、なかなか口を開かなかった。吉沢凛子が彼を見ると、ちょうど彼は葛藤し、必死にあがいているようだった。しばらくして、篠崎暁斗はようやく口を開いた。「おじいさん、安心してください。私は吉沢さんに対してきちんと責任を持ちますから」篠崎暁斗は『責任を持つ』という言葉を使い、それ以外の聞こえの良い言葉は吐き出さなかった。聞いていると、とても無理をして搾り出したような、何かに迫られて出したような言葉だった。しかし、どうであれ、篠崎暁斗から誓いの言葉をもらった篠崎誠は少し安心できたようだ。それから、二人は彼らの部屋に戻った。部屋の内装はシンプルなものだったが、上品だった。木材のキングサイズベッドに、バルコニーは明るく清潔で、主寝室にはウォークインクローゼットまである。ベッドの布団は新しく、二人用の布団を新しく買い直してきたようで、包装はまだ開けられていない。吉沢凛子は家具屋巡りをするのが好きだから、このブランドが安いものではないことを知っていた。セットで何万円もするものだ。篠崎暁斗が普段使っているものは、こんなに贅沢なものばかりなのかな？そう考えている時、篠崎暁斗が一枚の紙を手渡してきた。その上には『婚前契約書』と書かれてあった。吉沢凛子はちょっと驚き、その契約書を受け取った。篠崎暁斗の意図がよく理解できない。篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子をベッドの上に座らせると、彼女に契約書に書かれた注意事項を指差して言った。「今日、おじいさんが君に1000万の小切手を渡したでしょう。それとは別に君に貸す1000万を今週末前にカードに振込みます。それと、もう一つ君に言っておきたいことがあるんですが、私の祖父は癌で余命半年なんです。この半年間おじいさんには楽しく過ごしてもらいたい。だからあなたには私に合わせてもらいたいんです」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗が指差した項目を見た。そこにはこう書かれてあった。『二人は結婚期間中、関係を持たないこと。他人の前で、二人が夫婦として愛し合うふりをしている場合、体の接触は許される』「それから、ここも」篠崎暁斗は最後の項目を指差した。『半年後、二人は離婚協議し、1000万の結納金は女性方への経済的補償として当てられる』これは1000万で彼女を半年間買ったということ？吉沢凛子は驚いた。つまり、半年後、彼女はまた自由になれるということじゃないか。吉沢凛子の隠しきれない喜びの顔を見て、篠崎暁斗は突然怒りが湧いてきた。そして、彼は契約書にまた一文書き加えた。『離婚手続きの前に、女性方は必ず男性方に1000万の借金を返済すること。さもなければ、結婚は借金返済まで継続されることとする』この人は彼女が借金を踏み倒すとでも思っているのか？やることが本当に厳格だよね、なるほど、さすがはIT系男子ですこと。「よく契約書を読んで、問題がなければサインしてください」篠崎暁斗は彼女にペンを渡した。吉沢凛子は契約書に目を通した。重要な箇所はさっき篠崎暁斗から説明済だ。ざっと言ってみれば、結婚前と後の財産はそれぞれお互いに自分で所有する。もともと出費は割り勘にするつもりだったが、契約書の中には結婚後の出費は全て男性が出し、女性の経済的な負担は必要はないと書いてあった。吉沢凛子は快くサインした。篠崎暁斗は明らかにホッと一息つき、契約書をしまった。この時、相田おばさんが吉沢凛子のスーツケースを持って部屋に入ってきた。そして、おじいさんがさっき起き上がる時に、腰をひねってしまったので篠崎暁斗に見に行ってほしいと伝えた。篠崎暁斗と吉沢凛子は急いでおじいさんの部屋へと向かった。すると、篠崎誠は体の半分をソファに寄りかけて、動くにも動けない様子だった。「おじいさん、どうしました？救急車を呼びましょうか」と篠崎暁斗は緊迫した様子で言った。「ちょっと待ってください」吉沢凛子は、軽くおじいさんの腰のツボを数箇所押し、彼が少しだけ腰をひねって痛めているだけだと分かった。「もう遅いですから、呼ぶ必要はないです。おじいさんのツボを押して、薬を塗ってあげれば明日の朝にはよくなっているはずですから」篠崎暁斗は半信半疑だった。しかし、おじいさんがどうしてもと言うので、吉沢凛子は薬剤オイルを取り出しておじいさんにマッサージをしてあげた。一つ一つ、ツボを確実に押していき、おじいさんの腰の痛みはだいぶ緩和された。篠崎暁斗はそれを見て少し安心した。吉沢凛子がマッサージを終えると、おじいさんはすぐに動けるようになり、彼女の腕を褒めた。篠崎誠はかなり喜んだ様子で、もはや黙っていられなかった。宝物を拾ったような気持ちだったのだ。「吉沢お嬢さん、できるだけ早く暁斗と子供を作ってください。子供ができたら、おじいさんがこの家をまるごとあなたにプレゼントしますよ。どうですか？」「ごほ、ごほ、ごほ．．．．．．」この言葉で、部屋に戻ろうとしていた篠崎暁斗は危うく自分の唾にむせて死ぬところだった。「おじいさん、子供のことは焦らないでください。今日は早めにお休みくださいね」この家は今の不動産価格で200億以上するのだから、この誘惑は誰にとってもかなり大きい。篠崎暁斗は頭が痛かった。篠崎凛子はそれでも非常に淡々とした様子だった。結局半年後には離婚するのだから、彼女はこの家のために知らない人と子供を作るはずなどないのだ。二人は再び部屋に戻り、篠崎暁斗はポケットから一枚のカード取り出して吉沢凛子に手渡した。「これは給与が振込まれるカードです。持っていてください。今後、家庭内の出費は家政婦の相田さんの毎月18万の給料も含めて、このカードを使ってください．．．．．．」「あなたの家の家政婦さんのお給料はとても高くないですか」吉沢凛子はカードを受け取った。「彼女はおばさんの紹介なんです。とても仕事ができるし、信頼できる人です」「あの、今後の家のことは全て私が決めていいんですよね？」「もちろん、でも重要なことは私と相談して決めてください」「重要なことって例えば？」篠崎暁斗は一瞬固まった。彼自身も何が重要なことなのか考えていなかったのだ。「もう少し給料が安い家政婦さんに変えるのはそれに含まれます？」吉沢凛子は純粋にこの家政婦を雇うのは高いと思ったのだ。「これは重要なこととは言えませんけど、18万の給料が高いですか？」「あなたの給料の3分の1ですよね。高くないです？」吉沢凛子は不思議そうに篠崎暁斗を見つめた。二人の間の認識には大きな差があるようだ。篠崎暁斗は眉をひそめた。彼のシャツは一枚18万どころではないのだと言いたかった。「もし高いと思うなら、好きにしてくれて大丈夫です」篠崎暁斗はそう言うと、着替えの服を持って浴室へと入っていった。吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗が怒っているように感じた。さっきはかなり率直すぎたんじゃないかと後悔した。給料用のカードをもらったばかりだから、少しでも節約しようと思っていたのだが、その結果、感謝はされず逆に怒らせてしまったらしい。「シャー」という水が流れる音を聞きながら、吉沢凛子は突然眠気に襲われた。彼女はカードをしまい、風邪薬を2錠飲んで、パジャマに着替えるとベッドに上がった。そして布団をベッドの真ん中に縦にまとめて、寝る場所を二つに分けた。彼女は壁側のほうに横になり、反対側を篠崎暁斗が寝やすいように残しておいた。本当は篠崎暁斗が出てくるのを待って、一言二言話してから寝ようと思っていたのだが、吉沢凛子は風邪薬を飲んだせいか、それからすぐに眠りに就いてしまった。篠崎暁斗はわざと時間稼ぎをするために、長くシャワーを浴びてようやく風呂から上がってきた。うとうとしている中で、吉沢凛子は突然ベッドが少しへこんだのを感じた。でも、彼女は眠すぎて目を開けることができず、すぐにまたぐっすりと寝てしまった。そしておばあさんの夢を見た。夢の中で、彼女はおばあさんの腕の中に飛び込み、子供の頃と同じようにおばあさんの首に手を回して甘えた。おばあさんの懐はとても暖かく、ボディソープの良い香りがしてとても気持ちが良かった。しかし、おばあさんは少し嫌そうに彼女を押し返していた。しかし、彼女を押せば押すほど、力強く抱きついてきた．．．．．．明け方、篠崎暁斗の目は開いたままだった。彼の懐に吸い付いて離れない『タコ』が彼にしっかりとしがみついていて、一晩、全く寝ることができなかったのだ。彼は何度も吉沢凛子を外に放り出そうと思ったが、彼女が夢の中で「おばあちゃん」と呼ぶのを聞いて、結局は堪えてしまった。この一晩、篠崎暁斗は徹夜の仕事よりも疲れた気がした。そして翌朝のこと。篠崎暁斗は起きて仕事に行く準備をしていた。一方、吉沢凛子はまだ起きてこない。おそらく風邪薬の影響だろう、ぐっすりと眠っていた。篠崎暁斗は本気で彼女をたたき起こしてやりたいと思った。この時、相田おばさんが篠崎暁斗にアイロンがかかったスーツを持って入ってきた。「篠崎さん、吉沢お嬢さんは起きましたか？」相田おばさんは寝室に目を向けて言った。本来、相田おばさんは自分の姪っ子の相田紬を篠崎家に紹介して嫁がせようと計画していた。相田紬は海外から戻ってきた医学博士で、きれいな女性だ。しかし、篠崎家のおじいさんは全く彼女の姪っ子を嫁として迎える気はなく、なんとネット上に広告を出して、その中から相手を選んでしまったのだ。それで相田おばさんはとても機嫌を悪くしていた。特に昨晩、おじいさんは吉沢凛子が篠崎暁斗の子供を身ごもったら、この邸宅も彼女にあげるとまで約束したのだ。相田おばさんはこの事でかなり腹を立てていて、一晩中、一睡もできなかった。こんなに美味しいぼた餅は、彼女の姪っ子である相田紬の頭に棚から落ちて来るべきじゃないのかと何度も何度も考えていた。それで彼女は朝早く起きて、スーツを届けるのを理由に、二人が昨夜関係を持ったかどうかを確認しようと思って部屋までやってきた。篠崎暁斗の目にはクマができていて、元気がなく、彼は服をそのまま受け取ると、全く相田おばさんの相手をしなかった。相田おばさんはドアの隙間から、雪のように白い腕がベッドの外に伸びているのだけを確認できた。さらに篠崎暁斗が連続であくびするのを見て、昨夜二人が関係を持ったことを確信した。それが非常におもしろくなかった。「篠崎さん、昨日管理人が半年分の共益費を払ってくださいと言っていましたよ」と相田おばさんは言った。「これからはこういうことは吉沢凛子さんに言ってくれればいいです」「でも．．．．．．」相田おばさんはまだ何か言いたげだったが、篠崎暁斗の鬱陶しそうな様子を見て、相手を怒らせるのを恐れて口を閉じた。篠崎暁斗が出かけてからすぐ、吉沢凛子は相田おばさんに布団をめくられて起こされた。「吉沢さん、そろそろ起きてください。朝ごはんの準備をしないと」吉沢凛子が目をこすると、相田おばさんが凶悪な顔つきでベッドの前に立っていたものだから、凛子はびっくりしてしまった。「相田さん、びっくりさせないでくださいよ」吉沢凛心はベッドから起き上がり座った。「今度から部屋に入るときはノックしてもらってもいいですか？」「あなたったら、あんな死んだように眠ってしまって、ノックしても聞こえないでしょう？」相田おばさんは堂々と言った。「でも、こういうのはとても失礼なことだと思いませんか？」吉沢凛子はこんなに横柄な家政婦さんを見たことがなかった。家政婦というより、母親やおばあちゃんみたいだ。「わかりました。次は気をつけます」相田おばさんは白目をむいて言った。「じゃあ、今朝は誰が朝食を作りますか？」「今までは誰が作っていたんですか？」「もちろん私ですよ。でも、今朝篠崎さんに伺ったら、彼は今後は一日三食、吉沢さんに担当してもらうとおっしゃっていましたけど」吉沢凛子は意味がよく分からなかった。篠崎暁斗はそんなことを彼女に言ってなかったけど？しかも、ひと月18万も払って雇っている家政婦が朝ごはんさえも作らないのか？吉沢凛子は相田おばさんを見て尋ねた。「私が食事を作るなら、あなたは何をするんです？」「私が何をするかは、あなたに関係ないのではないですか？あなたは自分のことをちゃんとしていればいいんですよ」「じゃあ、分かりました。あなたの18万のお給料の半分は私がいただきます。私がこれから一日三食を担当しますので」吉沢凛子はどうして相田おばさんが、自分にこうも突っかかってくるのか分からなかった。もしかしたら、篠崎暁斗の意向なのかもしれないが、このようなバカげたことを見て見ぬふりはできないのだ。相田おばさんはそれを聞くとすぐに烈火のごとく怒り出した。「どうしてあなたに私の給料を持って行かれなくてはいけないんですか？あなたにご飯を作ってもらうのは篠崎さんにそう言われたからです。私があなたにさせているわけじゃないんですから」「じゃあ、後で篠崎暁斗さんに電話で確認してみます」吉沢凛子は不機嫌になって言った。「出て行ってもらえますか？私、服を着替えたいんで」相田おばさんは、吉沢凛子は見た目はおとなしくて優しそうなのに、まさかこんなに一筋縄ではいかないとは思ってもみなかった。相田おばさんが部屋から出ていった後、吉沢凛子は起きて服を着替え、適当に片付けをした後、キッチンへと向かった。篠崎家のキッチンはとても広く、ミシュランに掲載されるような高級レストランの厨房のようだった。吉沢凛子は10代から自分でご飯を作っていたから、朝ごはんなど彼女にとっては正に朝飯前なのだ。彼女はすぐYoutubeで栄養満点の朝ごはんの作り方を見て習び、篠崎おじいさんのところへと運んで行った。おじいさんは大喜びして、吉沢凛子の料理の腕前をほめたたえた。本当は吉沢凛子に恥をかかせるつもりだったのに、逆に褒められるという結果になって、相田おばさんの怒りがさらに増してしまった。吉沢凛子がおじいさんの部屋から出てきた時、相田おばさんも一緒に出てきた。「吉沢さん．．．．．．」「私のことは奥様と呼んでもらえますか？」吉沢凛子は無表情で相田おばさんを見ながら、この18万円もする家政婦を雇うのは本当に無駄だと感じた。相田おばさんは内心そうしたくはなかったが、やはり呼び方を変えた。「奥様、お作りになった朝ごはんは二人分ですけど、私の分は一体？もし、朝ごはんを私に自分で用意しろとおっしゃるなら、篠崎さんにお願いしてお給料を上げてもらいます」「18万の給料なら、一日三食分くらいは足りるでしょう」吉沢凛子は仕事に遅れそうだったので、彼女と無駄話をこれ以上はしたくなかった。そして、身を翻して去って行った。この時、相田おばさんは突然彼女の腕をつかんで、涙声で訴えた。「篠崎奥様、私にそのような態度を取らないでください．．．．．．」「放しなさい」吉沢凛子は相田おばさんの突然の行動に頭が混乱して、力強く腕を振り払った。それで思いがけず相田おばさんは勢いよく後ろに転倒してしまった。傍から見ると、まるで吉沢凛子が相田おばさんを押し倒したように見えた。「吉沢凛子！」後ろから篠崎暁斗の冷たく厳しい声が響いた。吉沢凛子が後ろを振り向くと、一度出かけてまた戻ってきた篠崎暁斗が大股で向かって来て、床に倒れ込んだ相田おばさんを助け起こした。「相田さんは年配者だぞ、何かあるならちゃんと言葉で言えばいいだろ。どうして手を出すんだ？」吉沢凛子は瞬時に理解した。相田おばさんは戻ってきた篠崎暁斗を見て、さっき突然あのような演技をしだしたのだ。「どうして何も言わない？」篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子が言い訳もしてこないので、顔つきが厳しくなった。「私は彼女を押していません。自分で倒れたんですよ」吉沢凛子は濡れ衣を着せられてどうも申し開きするのがとても難しかった。この年配の家政婦がまさかこんなに腹黒い人だとは。「篠崎さん、違うんです」相田おばさんは、この時目を少し赤くして、まるで自分の父親が亡くなったかのように辛そうな演技していた。ここまでやる人間がいるとは。「一体どういうことなんだ？」篠崎暁斗は少し怒っているようだ。「篠崎さん、今朝、吉沢さんはおじいさんに気に入られたくて一日三食の食事を担当したいと言ってきたんです。それから、今後は私はご飯を作る必要がないと。でも、お給料を半分に減らすって言うんです。あなたも私の家庭状況をご存知でしょう、息子は今年大学受験だし．．．．．．」篠崎暁斗はそれを聞いてだいたい理解した。彼は昨晩、吉沢凛子がずっと家政婦の給与が高すぎるから家政婦を他の人に変えたいと言っていたのを思い出した。それで、こんなに朝早くから予想外の問題を起こしているわけだ。「私と一緒に来てください！」篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子を入口に止めてあった車の中に連れて行った。彼はおじいさんに彼女と喧嘩するのを聞かれたくなかったのだ。「君が新しい家政婦に変えたいのは知っているけど、こんなやり方じゃダメじゃないですか」「どんなやり方ですか？」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗は物事を頭ごなしに決めつける人間だと思った。「どんなって、さっきのようなやり方ですよ。すぐに乱暴に走るような真似です」篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子のやり方には本当に呆れてしまった。吉沢凛子も言い訳をしたくなかったので、携帯を開いてある録音を流し始めた。録音の中で、相田おばさんは何度も強調して、篠崎暁斗が吉沢凛子に毎日三食を作るように要求したのだと言っていた。しかも吉沢凛子に自分のことだけやって、他のことには口を出すなと偉そうな態度だった。ベテランの財務として、吉沢凛子は自己防衛の警戒心がとても高い。普段から上司や同僚に用心して、いつでも録音するのが彼女の仕事上での習慣になっていた。それがまさか今日役に立つとは思っていなかった。篠崎暁斗はその録音を聞いていくうちに眉間のシワがだんだん深くなっていき、驚きと怒りが混じっていた。しばらく経ってようやく彼は再び口を開いた。その時の彼の口調はだいぶ穏やかになっていた。「相田さんはおばの紹介なんです。あなたがここに来てすぐに他の家政婦に変えたら、おばにどう説明すればいいのやら。もし彼女を使いたくなければ、今はとりあえず様子を見てもらえませんか」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗が困っているのは見て取れたが、このような家政婦がおじいさんのお世話をちゃんとできるとはとても思えなかった。「じゃあ、家の中に監視カメラを設置したいんですけど」篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子の意図を読み取った。彼女は相田おばさんがおじいさんに何か良からぬことをしないか心配しているのだ。「家のことはあなたが決めて大丈夫です」篠崎暁斗はそう言うと、車を出し吉沢凛子を会社まで送った。篠崎暁斗と吉沢凛子の会社はそんなに離れていないが、彼女に自分の正体を明かしたくないので、ある十字路のところに車を止め、ここまでしか送れないと言った。吉沢凛子もあまり深く考えずそのまま車を降りた。そして、会社に入ってすぐ、榎本月香に捕まった。「良いお知らせよ、佑樹は昨日アステルテクノロジーに面接に行って、人事部長から好印象だったらしいの。今回私の佑樹がアステルテクノロジーに就職すれば、一気に出世したも同然よ」「あなたと林佑樹のことは私には関係ないでしょ。今後二度と私に話さないで」吉沢凛子は榎本月香を押し退けて行こうとした。「まったく、ちょっと待ってよ。まだ用事があるんだから。あなたあの家をネットで売りに出したんですって？誰に売っても同じなんだから、私と佑樹に売ってくれない？」「あなた達、一括払いができる？」「それは無理よ、分割なら問題ないわ。佑樹がアステルテクノロジーに入れれば年収は1000万くらいあるんだから、払えないってことがあると思う？」「分割は受け付けないわ、一括のみよ」吉沢凛子はきっぱりと断った。「もう、あなたってどうしてそんなにケチなのよ。あなたと佑樹は一応恋人同士だったでしょ、ちょっとは考慮してくれてもいいんじゃない？」「榎本さん、あの家は相場よりも安くしているの。それに、あなた達二人には絶対に売らないから覚えておいて」吉沢凛子はそれ以上榎本月香の相手をせず、急ぎ足でオフィスへと向かった。榎本月香は腹を立ててしきりに足を踏み鳴らした。あの家は立地がよく、内装もかなり良いし売値も安いのだ。つまり、見えるところにあるのに手が届かないので、榎本月香が腹を立てない理由はないだろう。アステルテクノロジーの社長会議室。朝のミーティングにて。篠崎暁斗は目をうとうとさせて、絶えずあくびをしていた。幹部役員たちはお互いに目を合わせて、篠崎暁斗が昨晩一体何をしていたのか推測していた。一晩一睡もしていないような様子だ。残業か？篠崎社長が昨日退勤した時間はそこまで遅くなかったはずだ。バーに入り浸っていた？いやいや、篠崎社長にはそのような趣味はない。ゲーム？社長はゲームなんてしたことないから、それもないだろう。．．．．．．様々な憶測を繰り返し、篠崎暁斗が女性と一緒にいたのだと全員一致した。なぜなら、彼の肩の上には長い髪の毛がついていて、エアコンの風に吹かれて左右に揺れていたからだ。どうやら篠崎社長は昨晩ヤリすぎたらしい、その場全員は気を利かせて簡単な報告をして会議を終わらせた。しかし、篠崎暁斗が女性と遊んだニュースはあっという間に会社全体に知れ渡った。オフィスに戻ると、篠崎暁斗はデスクの上に置かれた吉沢凛子に関する調査報告書に目をやった。彼は額を押さえ、しぶしぶ二ページを見た。彼氏の林佑樹と三年間同居していたことを知り、篠崎暁斗の手がわなわなと震えた。彼氏がいるのに彼と結婚したのか？同居していた。しかも三年間も？篠崎暁斗は血圧が上がるのを感じた。顔は瞬時に20度に設定されたエアコンよりも冷たくなった。彼と吉沢凛子はただ名義上の仮面夫婦なだけだが『同居』という二文字が彼はどうしても受け入れられなかったのだ。彼と元カノは5年も付き合っていたが、一度も一線を越えたことなどなかった。結婚前に同居するなど、彼はなにがあっても受け入れられないのだ。見栄を張り、純粋なように見せかけ、陰ひなたがある人間、嘘八百．．．．．．このようなネガティブな言葉が瞬間的に篠崎暁斗の頭の中に流れ込んできた。そして、彼は吉沢凛子が半年後に離婚すると知った時のあの嬉しそうな顔を思い出した。半年で1000万を手に入れ、そして彼氏と仲良く同棲するつもりか？いや、違う。1000万だけではない。それに加えて1000万も借りているだろ。本当に腹黒い女だな。調査報告書をつかんでいる手にゆっくりと力が入っていき、きれいだった資料がみるみるうちにひと塊の紙くずになっていった。人事部長がこの時ドアをノックして入ってきた。篠崎暁斗はその手を止めると、ゆっくりと頭を上げた。「なんだ？」人事部長は篠崎暁斗の表情に驚き、口ごもりながら言った。「し、篠崎社長、昨日会社面接で二人見ましたが、どちらもレベルの高いネットワークエンジニアです。このプロジェクトの責任者である滝本副社長は今日休みを取っていますので、私に決めるようにと。しかし、私にはエンジニアの技術をはかれるような技量はありません。そ、それで．．．．．．彼らの履歴書を持って来るしかなくて、社長に見てもらい、どちらか一人決めていただけないでしょうか？」人事部長は言い終わると、履歴書を篠崎暁斗の前に起き、そそくさとその場を去っていった。篠崎暁斗はかなりイライラしていた。こんな小さな事で彼を煩わせるつもりか？ざっと目を通すと、上にあった履歴書に書かれた『応募者——林佑樹』が目に入ってきた。篠崎暁斗は履歴書を開いた。林佑樹、男、24歳、国立大学工学部卒業。太陽ネット通信株式会社技術部長担当。この人間が吉沢凛子の彼氏か？彼の技術レベルは普通だ。証明書も全て見掛け倒しの実用的でない表面的なものばかりだ。篠崎暁斗が住所欄を見ると、吉沢凛子が結婚相手に応募してきた時に書いていた住所と一致していた。二人はやはり同居しているのか。篠崎暁斗は自分の本当の正体を明かさず、結婚相手募集をしていて良かったと思った。このような見栄っ張りの女に万が一でも自分の身分が知られたら、絶対に簡単にはこの女を振りほどけなくなるはずだ。しばらく何度も考えて、篠崎暁斗は電話を取ると人事部へかけた。そして林佑樹のほうを採用し、月収は100万だと通知した。林佑樹は採用通知を受け取るとすぐに榎本月香に連絡した。もちろん榎本月香は吉沢凛子にマウントが取れるこの好機会を逃すわけなかった。昼休みの間、榎本月香は吉沢凛子の隣の部屋に居座って、自分の彼氏は能力が高い、一ヶ月に100万も稼げる男なのだと褒めたたえていた。その声はかなり大きく、会社全体に聞こえるくらいだった。吉沢凛子は午後ずっと心ここにあらずで、何度も精算を間違えたりしながら、退勤するまで辛抱し続けた。弟が電話をかけてきて、おばあさんが入院してすぐ具合が悪くなったと伝えてきた。それで、吉沢凛子はすぐに病院へ駆けつけた。おばあさんは非常に危険な状態で、今すぐ手術をする必要があった。吉沢凛子はあれこれ説得を繰り返し、1000万の手術費用の前金を支払い、病院側はようやくおばあさんの手術の準備を始めた。弟は今年大学を卒業する予定で、今まさに卒業論文を書いている最中だ。吉沢凛子は弟を大学に戻らせ、彼女がおばあさんに付き添った。夜9時半、吉沢凛子の携帯が鳴った。それは篠崎暁斗からかかってきた電話だった。そして、篠崎暁斗は口を開くとすぐ吉沢凛子を詰問し始めた。仕事が終わったのにどうして家に帰っていないんだ？おじいさんが彼女が帰ってくるまで晩ご飯を食べずに今もずっと待っているんだぞ等だ。吉沢凛子はそれを聞いてギクリとした。彼女はあまりの忙しさに、完全に自分が結婚していたことをきれいさっぱり忘れてしまっていたのだ。「すみません、ちょっと用事があって遅くなりました。もうちょっとしたら帰ります」「迎えに行きます」そう言うと、篠崎暁斗は電話を切った。迎えに来る？彼は私の居場所が分かるの？吉沢凛子は彼に電話をかけなおしたが、篠崎暁斗はそれに出なかった。おばあさんを落ち着かせ、家族の面会時間が過ぎ、吉沢凛子は医者から病室を追い出される形で出てきた。病院を出た時にはすでに10時過ぎだった。この時、篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子のマンションの一階にいた。三階の部屋の明かりはついているので、彼は吉沢凛子が家にいると確信していた。しばらくして、カーテン越しに二人の人影が現れ親しそうに抱き合っていた。女の影は吉沢凛子とほぼ同じだ。結婚二日目にして他の男と密会しているとは。本気で彼をお飾りだとでも思っているのか？篠崎暁斗は怒りが心頭に発した。彼は力強く何回か車のクラクションを鳴らしたが、階上の二人はそれに気づかず逆に周りの住人から罵られてしまった。「こんな夜遅くにデタラメにクラクションを鳴らす奴があるか、頭おかしいんじゃないのか？」篠崎暁斗は怒りのあまりハンドルを力を込めて叩いた。現在の彼はまるで誤って蠅でも口に入ってしまったくらい気持ちが悪かった。吉沢凛子が篠崎家に帰って来た時、篠崎暁斗は家にはいなかった。相田おばさんは回りくどい言い方で「結婚したばかりだというのに、こんなに遅くに帰ってきて、篠崎さんは本当に嫁運が悪いですこと」と凛子に言った。「彼はどこに行ったんですか？」吉沢凛子は尋ねた。「私が知るわけないでしょう。おじいさんはあなたが帰ってくるまでずっと晩ご飯を待っていらしたんですよ。遅くなるならなるで電話の一本でもよこすのが筋ってものでしょうに」「次は必ず気をつけます」吉沢凛子も本当に気がとがめていた。でも、おじいさんがもう休んだと聞いて、彼女は自分の部屋に戻るしかなかった。腰掛けてすぐ、篠崎暁斗がドアを開ける音が聞こえた。かなり力強く開けたらしく、ドアが外れてしまいそうな勢いだった。吉沢凛子は立ち上がった。「おかえりなさい」篠崎暁斗は彼女を見た瞬間、明らかに驚いた様子だった。「君はどこへ行っていたんだ？」「おばあさんが病気なので、さっき病院から帰ってきたんです」「おばあさんが病気だって？」篠崎暁斗は皮肉っぽい笑いをした。「それで、次はおばあさんが手術をするから、たくさん治療費が必要だとでも言うんじゃないか？」「どういう意味ですか？」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗が自分を嘲笑しているのが分かり、怒りがこみ上げてきた。「信じられないなら、病院に行って見てきたらどうですか」篠崎暁斗は必死に怒りをこらえ尋ねた。「吉沢凛子、君には一体、あとどんな隠し事があるんだ？」「何が知りたいんですか？」篠崎暁斗は一旦気持ちを落ち着かせ、できるだけ自分を冷静に保とうとした。「君には彼氏がいるんじゃないのか？そいつと三年間同居して、今は独り身のふりをして俺と結婚したんだろ。吉沢凛子、俺のことをバカな奴だからって弄んでるのか？」部屋の電気は消えていて、暗闇の中に立っている篠崎暁斗はこの時、まるで魔王にでもなったかのように、全身から危険なオーラを放っていた。「あなた、私の調査をしたってこと？」吉沢凛子はこの男が彼女の調査までしたことが全く信じられなかった。「したら悪いのか？君が俺にもっと素直で誠意のある人間なら、俺がわざわざ君の調査をする必要なんてないだろ？」「そうよ、以前彼氏がいたけど」吉沢凛子は腹を立てて言った。「でも、あなたと結婚する前に、もう別れたわ。あなたの結婚相手に対する条件には婚前に恋愛経験があっちゃダメだなんて書いてなかったわ。今こんなこと持ち出してきて、一体どういう意味よ？」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗が彼女に1000万をあげたことを後悔して、今このようにあれこれと粗捜しを始めたと思っていた。「俺は確かに恋愛経験があってはいけないとは言わなかったが、君は今奴と全く連絡を取っていないと言い切れるのか？」「別れてから、一度も連絡してないわよ」「本当か？」「私のことが信じられないなら、また探偵でも雇って調べたらいいじゃない」吉沢凛子の怒りがふつふつと湧き出してきた。「正直に言うけど、あなたと結婚した目的はあの1000万の結納金のためよ。もし、そのお金が惜しいなら、明日離婚手続きに行きましょう。でも、お金は今すぐあなたに返すことはできないわ。だっておばあちゃんの手術費用の前金としてもう払っちゃったから。だからって心配しないで、遅かれ早かれ必ずあなたに返すから。絶対に一円も損させるようなことはしないわよ」吉沢凛子は言いたいことを全て吐き出して、スーツケースを持ち外に向かって歩いて行った。しかし、彼女が玄関に着く前に、スーツケースを篠崎暁斗に奪われてしまった。「結婚してたった一日で離婚するなんて、面汚しもいいとこだろ」篠崎暁斗は今は冷静になっていた。時間を計算してみると、もし今晩あの階上にいた女が吉沢凛子であれば、彼女が彼よりも先に家に帰ってきているはずはない。それを考えると、彼はまた突然吉沢凛子のことを誤解していたと思った。すると彼はベッドの収納スペースを開き、吉沢凛子のスーツケースをその奥の方にしまい込み、またそこをしっかりと閉じた。つまりこれって彼女が逃げるのを心配しているのか？昨日、吉沢凛子はそのベッドの収納スペースを開けようと思ったのだが、どうやっても開けられなかったのだ。篠崎暁斗のやつ、一体何を考えているのよ。「何か作ってくれないか？お腹が空いたんだ」篠崎暁斗はソファに座り、ノートパソコンを開いて仕事をしながら夜食を待つつもりらしい。こんなに夜遅くにご飯を作れって？反論しようと思ったが、吉沢凛子もお腹が空いていてお腹が鳴った。それで彼女はキッチンへ行き、二人分の冷麺を作った。彼女が冷麺を持ってきた頃には篠崎暁斗はソファに寄りかかってもう眠ってしまっていた。眠ってはいるが、篠崎暁斗の眉間には未だにシワが寄っていて、とても疲れているようだった。彼は唇をきつく閉めていた。その線はとてもはっきりとしていて、唇の形もとてもきれいだった。大の大人の男がこんなにきれいな顔をしていて、なんなの？まつ毛もこんなに長いって？ただ長いだけじゃなくて、上にきれいにカールしている。彼女がビューラーを使ったとしても、こんなにきれいに弧を描いた形には仕上がらない。生まれついての美しさと後から手を加えてきれいに仕上げたものとでは、やはり比べようがないようだ。興味津々で、吉沢凛子はもっと近くで彼のその長いまつ毛を眺めたいと思って、篠崎暁斗に顔を近づけた。すると突然、篠崎暁斗が目を開いた。「もう十分観察しただろ？」「あ！」吉沢凛子は驚いて足元がふらつき、つまずいて篠崎暁斗の懐に飛び込んでしまった。よく知らない男性の息に、瞬時に吉沢凛子の感覚が刺激された。彼女は慌てて、すぐに身を起こし、しどろもどろになりながら言った。「あの、わ、わたし、冷麺作りました」篠崎暁斗は驚いて小鹿のようにプルプルしている吉沢凛子を見て、おもわず口角を上げ笑った。その唇はきれいな弧を描いた。吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗は笑わない人だと思っていたのだが。意外にもなかなか見られない彼の笑顔を見ることができて、吉沢凛子は危うくその魅力に落ちてしまうところだった。篠崎暁斗は吉沢凛子の向かい側に座り、その冷麺をじっくりと眺めた。「食べないんですか？お腹が空いてたんじゃ？」吉沢凛子は尋ねた。「俺はあまりトマトが好きじゃないんです」そう言ってはいるものの、無理をして箸でつかみ、一口味見してみた。そして、箸で一つ一つトマトを取り出していった。吉沢凛子は好き嫌いのある人に我慢ができないので、ぶすっとして言った。「トマトは野菜の女王と呼ばれているんですよ。ビタミン豊富で薬いらずなんですからね」「薬なら喜んで飲むよ」篠崎暁斗は頑なにそう言った。篠崎暁斗が麺を食べる所作は非常に上品だった。一つ一つの動作にはすべて真似し難い優雅さが漂っている。吉沢凛子は自分の食べ方は結構いけていると思っていたが、篠崎暁斗と比べると、ようやく生まれつき備わっている高貴さと優雅さとは何かを思い知った。しかも、篠崎暁斗が毎回麺を取る量はいつも同じだった。吉沢凛子は一体彼はどうやっているのか不思議だった。まさかプログラマーの麺の食べ方は、まさにプログラミングと同じように少しもいいかげんにはできない几帳面なものなのか？「アステルテクノロジーという会社をご存知ですか？」吉沢凛子は篠崎暁斗もプログラマーだから、その業界で有名なアステルテクノロジー株式会社のことを知っていると思っていた。篠崎暁斗は箸を持つ手に力が入った。「どうしましたか？」	LEARN_MORE	https://sonwer.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=14833&u	女の子が読みたい小説を大特集	https://www.facebook.com/61559954921868/	95	1969-12-31 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2,254,959	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2254333}'	No	2024-10-20 21:24	active	1671	MegaNovel: Fictions & Webnovel	As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... “Where is she?!” I hear the Beta Kyle scream. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment he sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don’t make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. “Neah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.” He snaps. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. “We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didn’t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin, ”Useless Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders. I do as I’m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” My head moved up and down, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. “I am…I am a Wolf.” I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound.” “Why?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” “For what?” His deep voice rumbles through me. “For killing my parents.” I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him...	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