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No | 2024-12-02 19:09 | active | 1951 | 0 | Read next chapter | She and her stepsister fell in love with the same man, but when he knelt down to beg her to save her stepsister, she felt desperate. She demanded to become his wife to save her stepsister. Two years later, when she got the divorce agreement as scheduled, she realized that she had ended up losing everything. ===== Emma Cooper boarded her flight home after three grueling months of filming. Today was also the final day of Emma's contractual marriage. The four-hour journey felt endless, but at last, the plane touched down. Once she retrieved her suitcase, she made her way toward the exit, expecting a company car. But as soon as the doors slid open, she spotted someone familiar--Edwin Reid, the Jenner family's long-time driver. He stood by a sleek black Rolls-Royce, his posture rigid and respectful, waiting. Dragging her suitcase, she approached. Edwin immediately took over, wordlessly opening the car door for her. Inside, a man sat in silence. His presence was cold yet commanding, encased in a perfectly tailored black suit. His sharply chiseled face devoid of any expression, he didn't look up--not even a glance her way. It was Ricky Jenner, her husband of two years. His unexpected appearance caught her off guard, though she quickly remembered why he was here. Their arrangement was ending today. Of course, he would show up. Emma slid into the car, maintaining a careful distance, the space between them as silent and tense as ever. For two years, Ricky had made it clear--he didn't want her close. Tonight was the first time they had been seated so near, and the closeness felt foreign. The faint scent of his cologne lingered between them, familiar but distant, like everything about him. Edwin quietly loaded her suitcase into the trunk and slid back behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the airport, the silence inside grew suffocating. Ricky's expression remained as cold and distant as ever, his presence casting a shadow over the space. Emma's heart raced, each breath coming in shallow, uneasy waves. Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop in front of the Jenner family's grand estate. Before Emma could collect her thoughts, the butler rushed out, swiftly opening the door. Ricky stepped out first, his long strides carrying him toward the house without so much as a glance in her direction. "Let's go to the study," he muttered, his tone clipped, not even bothering to slow his pace. Emma's nerves had been on edge the entire ride. She knew what was coming. The moment she entered the study, she saw Ricky pull out a stack of papers from the desk drawer, tossing them in front of her. "Let's get a divorce," he said. Emma's heart twisted painfully in her chest, but she remained composed. She had loved Ricky for ten years, and wearing the title of Mrs. Jenner had never brought her closer to his heart. His body, his soul--none of him had ever belonged to her. "Nicola is old enough to marry now, isn't she?" Emma said, her voice trembling despite her best effort to keep it steady. Ricky's brow twitched slightly, a flicker of impatience crossing his sharp features. He didn't bother responding to her comment. Instead, he immediately extended the pen toward her, a silent demand. Emma forced a smile, but it felt like a crack in her mask. Without her usual makeup, her lips looked pale, and her face seemed drained of life. The exhaustion was undeniable. "Just sign it," Ricky said, emotionless and firm. She accepted the pen and, without sparing a glance at the contents of the contract, flipped to the last page and signed her name. The act felt final, yet hollow. As she placed the pen down, Emma glanced up at Ricky. His eyes, still striking, stared back at her with an icy detachment that sent a shiver through her. It was as if he was looking at a stranger, not his wife. "It's getting late. I'll move out tomorrow, if that's alright?" Emma asked, her voice fragile, her smile tense as she searched Ricky's face for even a shred of warmth. But Ricky's response came swift and sharp, dashing any hope. "Edwin will take you to a hotel." Was he really sending her away this very moment? Not even allowing her the courtesy of one last night under this roof? Her forced smile faltered, then vanished altogether. The silence between them stretched, heavy. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment before she turned away, her heart hardening with each step as she left the room. In her bedroom, Emma took the suitcase she hadn't even had the chance to unpack. When she dragged her suitcase downstairs, the maids rushed to help, but she waved them off, her smile weary. "Thank you, but I can handle it." They exchanged helpless glances, standing quietly in a line as they watched her approach the door. In the two years she had spent in this house, Emma had grown to care for the people here. Everyone, except Ricky, had shown her warmth. A pang of sorrow hit her, but after enduring two years of emotional isolation, she no longer had the strength to fight. It was over. Time to move on, and finally, let go. Despite the searing pain ripping through her chest, Emma remained dry-eyed. She had learned how to hide her emotions well. As she slid into the backseat of the car, she forced herself to appear composed. Edwin drove her through the city streets and dropped her off at a five-star hotel. Without a word, he left. Inside, Emma checked in and powered on her phone, which had been off for hours. There was a missed call from her father, Colby Cooper. She inhaled deeply, bracing herself as she dialed his number. Colby picked up almost immediately. "Emma, Nicola's condition has worsened," he said, his voice rough, weighed down with exhaustion and worry. Emma's heart skipped a beat. "What? When did this happen?" "About a week ago." "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked. "You were busy filming. I didn't want to burden you," Colby explained. Emma paused, the silence between them heavy. Her mind flashed back to two years ago, when she had donated her bone marrow to save Nicola Cooper. The realization hit her--she knew exactly why her father was calling. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice steady but resigned. "No, there's nothing you need to do. Ricky's already taken care of everything--he's brought in top doctors, and the hospital found a bone marrow match for Nicola from the registry. You just need to visit when you can," Colby said. Emma stayed silent, her chest tightening. Colby, sensing her hesitation, gave her Nicola's room number and urged her to come soon, mentioning how much Nicola missed her. A sharp pain gripped her heart. She managed a weak "okay" before quickly ending the call, unable to hear more. That night felt endless. She tossed and turned on the unfamiliar hotel bed, her mind racing. By 2 a.m., she gave in, ordering a bottle of red w*ne. She drank most of it before finally drifting off into a fitful sleep. The next morning, close to noon, Emma was jolted awake by her phone ringing. Her agent's voice was quick and urgent on the other end. She pitched the idea of her joining a popular rural reality show--one that guaranteed fame for all who participated. "I'm not interested. I need a break," she replied, her voice groggy with exhaustion. Her agent snapped, clearly frustrated, "A break? Do you think you can take a break whenever you feel like it? Look, you've been in this industry for three years. You've turned down intimate scenes, refused reality shows and avoided any publicity stunts with male celebrities. The company has bent over backward to accommodate you! But what now?" Her voice grew sharper. "Three years in, and you still lack ambition. Keep this up, and your career will be done." "Then let it be done." "Emma, you..." Her agent's voice was cut off as Emma ended the call without hesitation. The frustration simmered inside her, but she didn't dwell on it. She headed straight to the bathroom, ignoring the incessant buzzing of her phone. After a long shower, feeling slightly more clear-headed, she decided to reach out to Jenifer Howard, a close friend she hadn't seen for a while. Emma asked if she could stay at Jenifer's place for a few days. Jenifer was thrilled and agreed, coming over to pick her up almost immediately. Once settled at Jenifer's, Emma unpacked her things and shared a quiet meal with her friend. That afternoon, she made her way to Ecatin General Hospital. Standing outside Nicola's room, Emma watched through the glass as the caregiver tried feeding her sister. Nicola, frail and pale, managed only a few bites before she began to retch. Emma's chest tightened with a sorrow she couldn't fully articulate. Nicola was her half-sister, five years younger and barely twenty now. They had been inseparable as children; Nicola had always looked up to her, following her everywhere. But everything changed when they both fell in love with Ricky. Two years ago, when Nicola was first diagnosed with leukemia, Ricky had been beside himself with worry. That was when the truth hit Emma--Ricky didn't love her. His heart belonged to Nicola. Chapter 2 You Don't Deserve To Be Around Nicola Back then, Emma's bl*od test results had come back clear--there were no complications, no signs of rejection. She could save Nicola. In truth, Emma wouldn't have hesitated to donate her bone marrow to a stranger, let alone her own sister. But before she could even voice her decision, Ricky had already thought of her as cold and indifferent, assuming she wouldn't step up to save Nicola. He was so desperate that he even knelt before her, pleading for her help--a sight that shattered Emma's heart. Never in her life had she seen Ricky humble himself for anyone like that. She had known Ricky since they were kids. From elementary school to high school, they had been inseparable. Childhood sweethearts, as some might have called them. Ricky used to get into fights with other boys just to defend her, and he would stay up late into the night to help her prepare for exams. She had believed, naively, that after all those years of being by his side, she would eventually earn his love. But she was wrong. Feelings, she had come to understand, were never won by logic or time. Emma was never as good at acting cute or knowing exactly how to please Ricky as Nicola. While he cared for both of them, the way he doted on Nicola was always more tender, more genuine. He must have loved her deeply. The thought pierced Emma's heart, and her eyes stung with unshed tears. What hurt most wasn't just Ricky's love for Nicola but the fact that he had assumed she was heartless enough to let her sister die. That judgment, so harsh and wrong, had infuriated her. In a moment of blind anger, she had demanded that Ricky marry her. She wanted to be his wife. Even though the marriage would only last two year, she had believed--foolishly--that it would be enough time for Ricky to fall in love with her. But reality, sharp and unforgiving, had torn that hope apart. She had lost. Miserably. "You still have the nerve to show your face here?" A biting voice yanked Emma out of her thoughts. Emma quickly wiped away her tears and turned to see Verena Cooper standing behind her, her expression instantly turning cold. Verena, her stepmother, was forty but looked a decade younger. With her perfectly styled hair and chic designer clothes, she exuded elegance and control. When Emma was still mourning the loss of her mother, Verena, who had been the family's servant, got pregnant. The father of the baby was Colby. "Spare me the crocodile tears!" Verena sneered, brushing past Emma as she entered the hospital room. Emma swallowed her frustration and followed behind, forcing herself to remain composed. When Nicola saw her, a faint light flickered in her otherwise tired eyes. "Emma," she said softly, a trace of warmth in her voice. Emma smiled, walking over to gently take Nicola's hand. "I heard you've been missing me." Nicola nodded, her expression gentle. "I haven't seen you for three months. I really missed you." Emma's heart twisted painfully. Nicola, with her innocence and kindness, made everything so much more difficult. How could her own sister, the one she'd loved and cared for, be the one standing between her and the man she longed for? When Nicola had fallen ill, Emma had crossed a line she could never uncross--using that tragedy to secure her place as Mrs. Jenner. She had expected Nicola to resent her for it, maybe even despise her. In her mind, their meetings would be cold, filled with resentment and distance. But Nicola still cared about her as though nothing had changed. And that was the hardest part of all. Every time Emma looked at her sister, the guilt became unbearable. "I'm taking a break right now, so I've got plenty of time to spend with you," Emma said, her eyes still red from emotion, but she forced a smile. Nicola's face lit up. "That's amazing! I want you to visit me every day until I'm discharged, okay?" "Of course, I'll be here every day," Emma replied warmly. From the side, Verena rolled her eyes, glaring at Emma with open contempt. She held her tongue for Nicola's sake, but every time she looked at Emma, her anger flared. She couldn't forget how Nicola had become a shell of herself when Ricky married Emma. Fighting her bitterness, Verena coaxed Nicola to sleep. Once Nicola was asleep, she turned to Emma, her voice cold. "Ricky's coming soon to see Nicola. If you don't want an uncomfortable scene, you'd better go." Emma stood silently, taking in her words. After one last glance at Nicola, now peacefully asleep, she turned and headed for the door. Just as she reached the doorway, Verena's voice cut through the air once more. "Don't bother coming back. After everything you've done to her, you don't deserve to be around Nicola." Emma didn't say a word. She walked out, her steps heavy with the weight of a truth she'd long grown accustomed to carrying. Emma quietly closed the door behind her and collapsed onto a bench in the corridor. She buried her face in her hands as tears flowed uncontrollably, her body shaking with silent sobs. Jenifer had been waiting outside in the car for far too long. Concerned, she decided to head into the hospital to check on Emma. When she entered the corridor and saw Emma hunched over on the bench, looking utterly defeated, Jenifer was about to rush over when she noticed Ricky stepping out of the elevator. He paused when he spotted Emma, but after a brief pause, he walked toward her. Emma had been following Ricky everywhere since childhood; she knew the sound of his footsteps anywhere. Hearing that familiar rhythm, she quickly wiped her face and tried to compose herself, though the effort felt futile. "Are you here to see Nicola?" she asked, forcing a smile as she looked up at him. Her eyes were swollen from crying, with streaks of smudged makeup on her face. She looked fragile, a shadow of her usual self. Ricky's response was indifferent. "You've already visited her?" "Yes," Emma whispered. For a moment, something in her appearance must have stirred a hint of sympathy, because Ricky, in an unusual display of kindness, added softly, "Don't worry. Nicola will be undergoing a bone marrow transplant soon. She'll get better soon enough." "I know." With just those words, Ricky simply turned to push open the door to Nicola's room. But before he could step inside, Emma couldn't help but call after him, "Please, take good care of her." If she couldn't have him, then maybe it was time to let go, to give him back to Nicola--the one he truly loved. Ricky paused, his hand on the door. Without turning to face her, he replied in a voice laced with restrained anger, "I don't need you to remind me. I'll take care of her." His words were sharp, each syllable weighted with frustration. Emma flinched. She had already signed the divorce papers, freeing him from their hollow marriage, giving him the chance to return to Nicola. This was what he had always wanted, wasn't it? So why did he still seem so furious with her? Was he really that eager to be rid of her? Did he hate her that much? Ricky disappeared into the room, but Emma remained frozen on the bench, her eyes locked on the closed door. She felt hollow, lost in the emptiness of it all. Jenifer, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't bear it any longer. She rushed over, gently pulling Emma to her feet and dragging her away from the hospital ward. In the days that followed, Emma continued visiting the hospital, but she no longer went inside Nicola's room. She only stood by the door, looking through the glass to catch a glimpse of her sister. Sometimes she would see Ricky taking Nicola for walks outside, their closeness painfully clear. From afar, she would watch, a quiet spectator to the life she had no part in. Ricky's coldness toward her was always in stark contrast to his gentle care for Nicola, a contrast that left Emma with a deep, aching wound that never seemed to heal. A month later, Nicola successfully underwent her bone marrow transplant. There were no signs of rejection or complications, and her recovery was progressing smoothly. For the first time in a long while, Emma felt a sense of relief. In the past month, Ricky spent nearly all his time at the hospital, constantly by Nicola's side. He seemed to have forgotten about going to the courthouse with her to finalize the divorce. Emma had watched enough of his affection toward Nicola. She was ready to close this chapter, ready to walk away and rebuild her life. That day, she made up her mind to call him. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before Ricky finally picked up. "What is it?" he asked, his tone as cold and detached as ever. Emma didn't hesitate. "When are we going to finalize the divorce?" There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line. When Ricky finally spoke again, his voice was distant, but his words caught her off guard. "I haven't signed the papers yet." Her heart skipped a beat. After all this time, he still hadn't signed the divorce papers? Emma froze for a moment, her mind racing. Why hadn't Ricky signed the papers yet? Could he have changed his mind? Was there a possibility he no longer wanted the divorce? The thought was fleeting and absurd, and she quickly dismissed it. Ricky had always wanted to be free of her. Now that Nicola was recovering and old enough to marry, there was no reason for him to hold on. This delay couldn't possibly mean anything different. "Meet me at the courthouse tomorrow at nine," she said, her tone sharp, leaving no room for discussion before hanging up the phone. Meanwhile, in Ricky's office. For two years, Ricky had been waiting for this moment--the end of their marriage. The divorce papers had been drawn up months ago, prepared by his assistant, ready for the final signatures that would sever their ties for good. He had thought the moment he signed would bring relief, a clean break. But after Emma had actually signed them, something gnawed at him. A strange unease he couldn't shake. Ricky wasn't sure anymore, not even of himself. He wasn't something to be traded or handed over between two women. His decisions were his own--no one else had the right to make them for him. He calmly finished his work, then pulled the divorce papers from his desk drawer and tore them to pieces. "Divorce?" Ricky's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "It's not that simple. The game has just begun." ...... ==== Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. What happens next? 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No | 2024-12-02 18:48 | active | 1950 | 0 | 😍 🔥Attention! Do not read in public!👉 | Jane William is his mate. The shy girl is his mate. The human girl that he had bullied for the whole high school is his mate. Alex Davis could sense everything about her, and it warmed his blood. However, the look of disgust on her face told him that she hated him. As a werewolf and a future Alpha, they are not a good fit, he knows that exactly. But he wants her, wildly. -------------------------------------------------------- The first class was English. It wasn't her favorite subject, but she still couldn't wait to get started, because this was her first class after she finally got rid of her miserable high school life and her biggest bully- Alex Davis. "Alright, class," the professor said as she walked into the classroom. "Let's begin." Jane watched her write her name on the Whiteboard in big letters: Professor Sitton. She was red-haired with bouncy curls that Jane envied and a sweet smile. "We're going over our syllabus today-" The door opened mid- sentence, and Professor Sitton glanced over with an annoyed expression. Jane's gaze followed her line of sight, landing on the person walking through the threshold. Everything in the room was still. Her mouth dried. Her heart jackhammered nervously against her ribcage. The world blurred around her. It was him. Alex Davis. The one boy she'd prayed to never see again. His dominant footsteps echoed against the concrete walls of the old building, his thick throat moved as he swallowed and scratched the edge of his jaw covered in a dark stubble. Professor Sitton grabbed her roster and glanced over at him. "Alex Davis, I presume?" Alex nodded slowly, but he seemed distracted, and Jane knew why immediately. Did he have some kind of animal magnetism or something? His dark eyes shifted toward her, and pinned her to the seat in the middle of the classroom. Cat turned around and glanced at Jane with both eyebrows raised to her hairline. Jane's fingertips tightened around the edge of her seat, and she shifted nervously. It was too late to transfer, and she wasn't that much of a coward to run, but it wasn't too late to switch classes. And she would do it to enjoy the next four years of her life. "Take a seat, Mr. Davis," Professor Sitton said while turning back to the board. "And grab a syllabus from my desk." Alex kept his dark gaze on Jane as he grabbed his syllabus and walked across the room to one lone seat in the very corner. Away from Jane as she'd hoped. If it were up to her, that would be the closest Alex Davis would get to her ever again. She promised he wouldn't torment her any longer, and that was one promise she intended to keep. Chapter 2 Alex He had to be wrong. Alex wolf pawed and spun circles, wanting out, wanting her-Jane William. No. Alex refused to believe that she was his mate. But he couldn't deny the pull toward her or the ungodly need to sink his fingers into her hair and his fangs into her neck. Everything she did growing up dug underneath his skin. Her smile. Her laugh. Alex hated her-and he never understood why. Plus, she was human. Alex was the next Alpha of his father's pack. Why would he get a human mate? Suddenly, being pissed off about Jane dating Patrick Kelly in eighth grade made sense. It didn't then, when Alex felt like ripping Patrick's arm off his shoulder for holding her hand. After that, everything she did pissed him off, but not as badly as the fact that she was human and had no idea the supernatural existed just like everyone else in the room. The neighboring packs, the ones that wanted to, attended the local college to stay close to home. Alex had been offered numerous scholarships throughout the states, but he needed to be close to home. Since his father—the alpha-had a few more years in his reign, Alex decided to go to college for a few years, until his father stepped down. He couldn't imagine stepping up to become alpha with a human luna. Mating with a human happened occasionally but not for an alpha. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. Why her? He took his seat and slung his backpack underneath his chair, while flipping through his syllabus. ‘Talk to her’, his wolf said. Don't be stupid. Alex slid his tongue across his teeth and tightened his hand into a fist on his thigh. He didn't want to talk to her, or even look at her, and yet, he couldn't stop from glancing over his shoulder at her blonde ponytail that she spun around her index finger. When she looked up, her green gaze seared him. The look of disgust on her face told him everything he needed to know. Jane wasn't going to give him the time of day, and it pissed him off even more. ‘You brought it upon yourself’, his wolf said. "Shut up," he hissed. Professor Sitton glanced over at Alex, her eyes narrowed to annoyed slits. "Did you say something, Alex?" He shook his head. "No, ma'am." She pursed her lips but went back to talking about the syllabus. Alex hadn't heard anything she said the entire period because he could sense Jane's heartbeat from across the room. With her being his mate, he could sense everything about her, and it warmed his blood. "Alright, kids. See you Wednesday. The books you need are listed on your syllabus in case you haven't already purchased them. See you then. Stay out of trouble. The first week is always wild." The students began to gather their things and walk toward the doorway. Alex wolf nudged him to go forward, to talk to her, but what would he say? "Hey, how was your summer? I knocked your books out of your hands on the last day of high school and booed when they called your name at graduation. Sorry about that." This was going to be one big pile of crap to dig himself out of this semester. Alex got up and walked over to her desk, his shadow hovered over her small frame. When she looked up, shock traveled over her pretty features. How had he not noticed how green her eyes were before? "Hey," he said. Jane stood up slowly, only coming up to his chin, but she didn't seem deterred from snarling at him. "You're in my way. Excuse you." Alex fingers tightened into fists at his sides, and a deep humorless chuckle lifted from his chest. "So Jane has grown some balls, has she?" Jane tilted her chin up in a defiant way that made Alex wolf howl. "I said. You're. In. My. Way," she said, shoving past him. Alex tilted back on his heels and watched as Jane walked out of the classroom without a glance back. The girl that sat in front of Jane snickered underneath her breath and chased after her. ‘That's what you get’, his wolf laughed. I like her. Alex barreled from the classroom, feeling his insides turn into an angry swarm of bees. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he dug it out from the depths. "Hello?" he barked. "Ouch, what a way to talk to your Momma." He sighed and walked out into the sunlight, his skin loving the warmth of the Louisiana summer still lingering in the air. "I'm sorry, Momma. What's up?" "I was just checking on you. You haven't called to check in today." Alex sensed the underlying reason she called and didn't want to admit anything to her. She called every day since he turned eighteen two months before to ask if he'd found his mate. It was only a matter of time before she asked again. "I just finished my first class. I have to check in with the football coach soon, and then I'll have lunch. How's Dad? Any news about the rogue lycan he encountered?" "No, nothing yet. Your father is good. Good. Good," she said softly. Alex felt her energy shift, and when she couldn't wait another minute, she asked, "So … have you found her?" He gnawed at his bottom lip, debating on whether to tell his mother or not. It was definitely not love at first sight for them, and he was sure that she assumed it would be. Not hard. He stopped on the sidewalk and pinched the bridge of his nose. If he told her, he would have to tell her everything. How would she react to knowing he bullied his mate in school? Not good. Because ultimately, she raised him better than that. So, he lied. "Not yet, Momma. I'll let you know when I do. But I need to go. Call you later?" "Sure thing. Love you, son." "Love you." He hung up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. The fieldhouse was on the other side of campus, and he planned to pick up his game jersey before their first game that Friday. The scholarship he earned was a full-ride, and it's always been a way to release his stress in a way that wouldn't get him expelled. Alex walked down the sidewalk, feeling his stomach twist at the thought of having to win Jane over. Most mates fell into one another's arms and lived happily-ever-after. Maybe the chase would be fun? It'd been a long time since Alex had to work for a woman's attention. Being a werewolf, his charm- and his figure-drew female attention. Just like the brunette staring at him from in front of the fieldhouse. When he passed without giving her a second glance, he heard her let out an irritated sigh, but he couldn't act on it if he wanted. He found his mate, and if he denied his wolf his mate, he'd rip Axel in half to get to her-at any cost. "Davis!" Coach yelled from his office when Alex passed by the door. Alex turned and walked into his office. Coach Bear was the opposite of his name, small with a balding head and a furry beard. "Your jersey is ready in your locker. We have practice in the morning at six am. Don't be late. And I know it's just the first day, but stay on top of your work because it doesn't matter how good you are or not-bad grades, and you're benched." "Yes, sir," Alex said. Coach gestured for him to be on his way. He'd spent the entire summer training with Coach Bear, and Alex liked him well enough. Alex grabbed his jersey and bolted out of the fieldhouse toward his next class. He jogged toward the Science building when the wind shifted, and her scent blew against his skin. Unable to stop himself, he sniffed into the air, the quaint smell of an ocean breeze settled deep in his soul. Jane stood on the steps of the same building as their last class, talking to some guy. ‘Kill him’, his wolf hissed. ‘Go get her. Now.’ "Kill him? Seriously, Mr. Rational. I can't get into a fight on my first day." However, the sight of her talking to another guy while tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear forced irrational thoughts to filter through his head. Ways to take him out. When she took another step up the stairs, Alex felt her heart rate pick up, and she slowly moved her head to face him. He sensed the pulsating of her blood in her veins from a distance, but most of all, the anger building in her stomach at the sight of him. ‘Give her time’, his wolf said. ‘She'll be longing for you soon.’ Alex wasn't sure if Jane would ever want him like a true mate. But it wouldn't stop him from trying. Chapter 3 Jane's chest felt as if it would explode any minute. The look on Alex's face, the way his masculine jaw went slack-everything about talking back to him made her heart race. She couldn't let this boy dictate her life any longer. Even if standing up to him made her legs wobble. Jane made her way toward the coffee shop when she bumped into someone, sending her back onto her butt and palms. "Crap. I'm so sorry. Let me help you." She took the hand of the stranger staring down at her, his big brown eyes kind, and his smile lopsided. His blondish hair was short on the sides and longer on the top, making his jawline crisp and sharp. He pulled her up effortlessly, while picking up her backpack and handing it to her. "Are you okay?" he asked. She dusted off her pants. "I'm fine. Good thing I finished my coffee back at the shop, or that would have been an embarrassing stain." He smirked. "I'm Tegan." "Jane." "Nice to meet you, Jane. Are you a freshman?' She chuckled. "How'd you know?" He shrugged, running his hands into his hair. "I just haven't seen you around before. I'm in my third year." "You're almost finished. On the homestretch." Tegan smiled, his dark eyes watching Jane until she squirmed uncomfortably. "I better get going-" she said, taking one-step up. "Wait," he said, digging something out of his pocket. He pulled out a pen and scribbled down something. "Here's my number. There is a party tomorrow night, and everyone is invited. Text me, and I'll give you the address." Jane felt giddy at being invited to a party by a guy. She'd spent most of high school ostracized because Alex ruled the popularity meter at their school. Because he didn't like her, no one else did either. But not now. He didn't know these people, and he couldn't manipulate them. She had a chance of having friends and fitting in somewhere. "Sure thing. I'll give you a text." Tegan jogged off toward the sidewalk while she stared down at the card, catching the feeling that someone was watching her. She shoved it into her jeans pocket and glanced over to her right. Alex stood yards from her, staring a hole into the side of her head. Even from a distance, he looked like a Greek God, and she hated it-she hated him. What was up with his sudden stalkerish behavior? He had the nerve to speak to her as if he hadn't tormented her for the last four years. Ballsy, he was. She turned around, ignoring that he never moved from his spot, and walked into the building. Good riddance, Alex Davis. Your bullying no longer has a hold on Jane William. Jane nearly skipped to her car in the parking lot. Other than her high school bully showing up and ruining the day, she felt on top of the world. She couldn't wait to call her dad and tell him the news. She pulled out of the parking lot and sped toward her apartment a mile away from campus. The sun sat lower in the distance over the slew of trees on each side of the road. Jane didn't get creeped out easily, but something felt off in the pit of her stomach. She only had a few seconds to go, so she gripped her palms around the steering wheel and kept forward. That's when she noticed something on the side of the road. Jane's gaze traveled toward the blur of black, and the speed it gave off rivaled a cheetah, but she couldn't make out much more. The shadow of the trees covered it enough that she couldn't make out exactly what it was, only that it darted into the tree line and disappeared from her sight as quick as it had arrived. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat, and she nervously chuckled at herself. Shadows always played with her mind. Ever since she was little and would run around in their yard. She always felt like someone watched her when she was younger. Now those shadows of her childhood merely danced in the setting sun, and her imagination toyed with her. She was too old to believe in monsters. Those days ended a long time ago. Chapter 4 Alex swiped the empty seat at the end of the cafeteria table where all the football players sat. His roommate, Jaxton Phillips, sat beside him, talking to someone at the other end while smacking on his food with his mouth open. Freshman football players were required to stay on campus and always roomed with another player. He didn't mind. He grew up in a pack house full of rambunctious werewolves; these guys were nothing compared to them. "How about that fresh meat this year, Tibbs," Cash, the team's quarterback, said down the table. The running back Lincoln Tibbs chuckled. "I've noticed some promising ventures. There is a red head in my calculus class that's been asking for it." Alex zoned out on their conversation, not tempting himself with the idea of another girl. He knew what mates meant, and it meant he was stuck with Jane. Speaking of, he'd noticed her sitting in a corner booth with that girl from class moments before. She'd let her hair down her shoulders and wore cut-off blue jeans and a campus T-shirt. It suited her. So did that smart mouth she'd acquired. He hadn't expected it from her, but the fire she'd gathered over the summer made him want her more. That push to his pull made his wolf spin circles in anticipation of her finally letting her guard down. "Davis." Alex looked over from staring at Jane and toward Cash. "What?" Cash was a pretty boy with dark hair and light eyes; it didn't hurt that he was built like an NFL player. "What about you? Anyone caught your eye?" Alex swallowed his bite of food and shifted nervously in his seat. Everyone at the table stared at him as if he had two heads. "Nah," he lied. Jaxson snorted. "Let me guess? You're focusing on football?" Alex felt the urge to shove his fist down Jaxson's throat because of the tension growing inside of him due to his wolf. These guys had no idea the lightning coursing through him because he turned eighteen. "It's the first day," Alex said. "Sue me for not scoping out potential girls to screw in the eight hours I've been here." Some of them chuckled while Cash waved him off, his gaze settling on the other side of the room. "Now there is something I'm willing to bite. A true blonde." Shivers tiptoed down his spine. He didn't have to look to know he stared at Jane. His wolf howled, a territorial growl vibrated his chest, and he felt his fingers tighten around his fork until it snapped into two pieces. "Dude," Jaxson said, eyeing his fork. "Are you okay?" Alex swallowed down his anger, following Cash's line of sight to Jane sitting with Cat. "Too bad she's over there with Crazy Cat." One of the linebackers chimed in. "Girl was in my lab last year and stole the frog we were dissecting and ran across campus yelling for animal rights. She's looney." Alex didn't care about Crazy Cat. He cared about the way Cash hadn't taken his eyes off Jane from across the cafeteria or the way his heart rate picked up when she turned toward this table. First, the guy at the arts building, and now the captain of the football team. He knew Jane was pretty, but he hadn't thought she'd catch two guys' attention in one day. Though it was a smaller college, how long could he fight off numerous guys trying to get into her pants. ‘As long as it takes’, his wolf growls. ‘Beat his head in.’ Jane gaze traveled toward the table and landed on Alex, which made his body hum. She rolled her eyes and started eating again. He knew Cash noticed before he looked. "Freshman," Cash said. Alex glanced over, noting the look in his eyes and the crooked way he smiled. He took a lazy bite of food and pointed his fork toward Jane. "Do you know the blonde?" Alec leaned back in his chair and clutched his palm around his thigh to hide his anger. What he would do to smack the grin off Cash's face. "Nope," he said. "So random girls roll their eyes at your often, I see?" Alex grabbed his plate and stood up carefully. "See y'all at practice. I've got stuff to do." He left before anyone had a chance to call him out on anything. His wolf turned circles inside of him the further he walked away from Jane. He felt a bone deep need to touch her, to let all those bottled-up emotions out in a kiss that would rock her like no one else could. But he couldn't push her. Not only did he have to gain her trust, but he had to ease her into a world that she didn't realize existed. Nothing about mating with Jane would come easy, and he needed to figure out a way to pull her into it. The campus sat in the midst of a pine forest full of cicadas singing in the distance, and the only chance he had to shift and run while attending classes. The softball field sat in the far corner of the campus, right in the crescent of the woods. He scoped out the place months in advance for a path to run before he even filled out the application. He slipped into the midst of the trees, tearing his shirt over his head and stripping from the rest of them, and tossing them to the side. His first shift had taken almost an hour, but as the years went by, they became easier and easier. Especially after he became closer to his wolf. Alex leapt into the air, shifting in one solid movement, and racing through the trees like a child at play. The moon hung low over the sky, brightening up the pine straw covered forest floor. The humid breeze pushed him faster, feeling the fingertip touches in his ebony fur felt like caresses from the earth. He ran for thirty minutes when he caught scent of something that wasn't human. It deterred him from his path and led him into the middle of the woods. The scent grew stronger, his wolf moving cautiously through the unknown territory. It wasn't until he made it near the tree line that he saw it. A lycan. They'd been enemies for years. For as long as he remembered, and all the history classes his mother gave the pups growing up. Lycans were dirty, ruthless, and a breed of wolf that was never good. Always bad. The lycan knew he was there because Alex sensed his alertness. He stood on two legs, his red eyes moving swiftly over the trees toward the area where Axel hunkered down behind an overturned tree trunk. Alex wolf urged him forward, but he kept his ground, a silent argument battling inside of him on what to do. But Alex was right. He needed to stay hidden because after a few moments, the lycan shifted and turned into his human form. He grabbed what looked like clothes, slipped them on, and walked right onto campus undetected. Alex wolf growled deeply, and he felt himself shiver in fear. Lycans didn't like wolves as much as wolves didn't like them. They always hated humans when werewolves didn't. So why was a lycan here on campus? He couldn't think of one reason why a lycan would want to attend a human university other than to kill one or to turn one. Alex's need to draw Jane close became an even bigger priority. With a lycan on the loose, he was her only chance of being kept safe. Alex had to keep his mate safe, or his wolf would slowly die of heartbreak. Chapter 5 Jane pulled her long blonde hair into a high ponytail and grabbed her keys. She spent an hour after her morning classes getting groceries before she had to go check in with Sydney at the coffee shop. She had so much pep in her step that she tripped on the last stair at her apartment complex and skinned her palms and knees. She didn't care because nothing could bring her down today- figuratively speaking, of course. She drove her small Honda toward campus and raced toward the library to check in with Sydney. She stood with her back to her, vigorously writing on a clipboard and speaking to a coworker on the other side of her. Jane cleared her throat, not wanting to interrupt, and smiled when Sydney turned around to look at her. "Hey! There she is. Jane, this is Delia. Delia, this is Jane." They exchanged greetings while Claire grabbed her apron and her coffee house T-shirt from underneath the counter. "Delia is working the morning shift, and you'll relieve her around three for the evening shift.” Delia seemed quiet with mousy brown hair and a quaint smile. "On busier days, like the weekends and Monday mornings, you'll work a double. I'll introduce you to other co-workers as you work with them. Today, I will work with you both, so I can train you. I will explain it all to you later, Jane. I'll have your tax forms to fill out when you get back. See you at three." "See you then," Jane said. She found herself wandering toward the library because she hadn't had a chance to look through the fiction section yet. In her free time, she enjoyed reading. She wasn't sure how much time she'd have to leisurely read but would take her chance when it came. The second floor to the library was full of rows upon rows of books and a few glass study rooms that weren't occupied. She walked down the rows one by one, her fingertips skimming the paranormal books that she'd grown accustomed to over the years. She snagged one from the third shelf up and flipped through the pages, wondering how an author came up with such a vivid story that had no real hold. She didn't believe in ghosts, goblins, or monsters. Even the sexy vampires and werewolves the girls fawned over in their spare time. Though they sounded magical, in real life, it seemed so ludicrous to think of seeing it in person. A deep chuckle slid down Jane's back. She dropped her book, startled forward, and fell against the shelf. She turned on her heel to see Alex standing inches from her. The last time that happened, it'd been after a school pep rally. He'd cornered her in the breezeway that led to the stairs and bleachers. She vividly remembered the smell of his spearmint gum as he told her how that skirt made her look fat and that she needed to stop taking up space so often. Alex bent down and snagged the book from the ground, his dark eyes scanning the pages and then the cover. It was a vampire romance, and it caused heat to crawl up Jane's cheeks. When he glanced up, he smirked. "Is this as close to a romance you've ever gotten, Jane?' he asked in that deep baritone that caused havoc months before. She snatched the book from him and shoved it back into its place. "Why do you care? Have you run out of girls to screw around with already? Are you really that bored you have to stalk me and make my life miserable?" Alex's gaze felt different than she remembered. The plush look of his lips were pink and inviting. What was she thinking? He didn't even deserve her fantasizing about him. He definitely didn't deserve her. He ignored her question and picked up the end of her ponytail and rubbed it in-between his fingers. He'd never openly touch her this way. If he shoved her into lockers or tripped her on the stairs, he never physically touched her in a way that seemed almost… dare she say flirty? She moved and took her hair with her, putting up her palm to warn him. His heated gaze traveled to her palms, and he reached out and grabbed her hand, cradling it like a precious child. Electricity snaked up her arms, causing goosebumps and heat to coil inside of her. It felt like witchery. "What happened to your hands?" he asked. Jane remembered tripping on the stairs, but he didn't need to know that. "I'm bored of you already," she said, walking back down the aisle toward the stairs of the second floor. Before she had a chance to make it from the aisle, four rough fingers slid around her wrist and halted her. She stared at him. "What?" He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed deep in his throat. 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 | "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrett’s victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her 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." "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 be generous enough to welcome Aurora." 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. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." “Oh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa couldn't help but laughing. 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 in 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. 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Parade Day Pancakes | 🎄 Parade Day Pancakes 📅 Saturday, December 7th ⏰ 8:00 AM - 10:30 AM 📍 Grand Bay Community Center ✨ Kick off the Grand Bay Christmas Parade day with a delicious breakfast! 🥞 Enjoy all-you-can-eat pancakes topped with Harper Orchards Pecans, sausage, and ☕ coffee from The Roastery Coffee Co. Grand Bay. This FUNdraiser supports: 🎁 Coastal Community Alliance Christmas Giveaway (clothes and toys for families in need). 👵 Senior Amenities, Programs & Meals at the Grand Bay Community Center. 🎅 Santa will be spreading holiday cheer and posing for photos! 📸 A photographer will provide an online link for downloads. 🎟️ Tickets: Adults: $8(in advance), $12 (at the door). Kids 5 and under: Free. Purchase advance tickets at www.ParadeDayPancakes.com by December 4th. 🎉 Make It a Holiday Weekend! Friday: 🎶 Country Christmas (6:30 PM – Santa, live music, hayrides, and vendors). Saturday Evening: 🎄 Grand Bay Christmas Parade (6:30 PM). 🙋 Volunteer Opportunities: Interested in helping (we NEED volunteers)? Contact Amie Morris at (479) 880-6441 or message the Citizens For A Better Grand Bay directly on Facebook. | EVENT_RSVP | https://www.facebook.com/events/914499000637089/ | Citizens For A Better Grand Bay | https://www.facebook.com/Grand.Bay.AL/ | 803 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | INTERESTED | 0 | Parade Day Pancakes | EVENT | 🎄 Parade Day Pancakes 📅 Saturday, December 7th ⏰ 8:00 AM - 10:30 AM 📍 Grand Bay Community Center ✨ Kick off the Grand Bay Christmas Parade day with a delicious breakfast! 🥞 Enjoy all-you-can-eat pancakes topped with Harper Orchards Pecans, sausage, and ☕ coffee from The Roastery Coffee Co. Grand Bay. This FUNdraiser supports: 🎁 Coastal Community Alliance Christmas Giveaway (clothes and toys for families in need). 👵 Senior Amenities, Programs & Meals at the Grand Bay Community Center. 🎅 Santa will be spreading holiday cheer and posing for photos! 📸 A photographer will provide an online link for downloads. 🎟️ Tickets: Adults: $8(in advance), $12 (at the door). Kids 5 and under: Free. Purchase advance tickets at www.ParadeDayPancakes.com by December 4th. 🎉 Make It a Holiday Weekend! Friday: 🎶 Country Christmas (6:30 PM – Santa, live music, hayrides, and vendors). Saturday Evening: 🎄 Grand Bay Christmas Parade (6:30 PM). 🙋 Volunteer Opportunities: Interested in helping (we NEED volunteers)? Contact Amie Morris at (479) 880-6441 or message the Citizens For A Better Grand Bay directly on Facebook. | https://www.facebook.com/events/914499000637089/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468944539_1129439695424709_3794687078765618790_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TQaZJZKUs9QQ7kNvgGIfrQs&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AQuaHVmgnv9FgXR85TeAh3F&oh=00_AYDW12fgZqKDfH8CN85xLofS7M53xSU2XaVZXdXlDUKzOw&oe=675431C4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Citizens For A Better Grand Bay | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Milliardär Ex-Frau: Ich kann nicht ohne dich leben | Vielen Dank für Ihre Hilfe, ich habe über Nacht meine wahre Identität als reiches Mädchen wiedererlangt. ===== In der Nacht, Lucinda Ross wälzte sich im Schlaf hin und her. Plötzlich, riss sie entsetzt die Augen auf. Sie blinzelte in der Dunkelheit zu dem Mann über ihr. „Nathaniel... Bist du das, Nathaniel?" Er antwortete nur mit einem Grunzen, er gab keinen weiteren Laut von sich. Lucinda stieß einen Seufzer der Erleichterung aus, nachdem sie seine Stimme erkannt hatte. Sie sich über diese unerwartete Wendung der Ereignisse zu freuen. Sie waren seit drei Jahren verheiratet, aber ihr Mann, Nathaniel Roberts, hatte sie nie berührt. Er wollte nicht. Sein Großvater Logan hatte ihn zu dieser Ehe gezwungen, daher hatte Nathaniel ihr immer Groll gehalten und sie kalt behandelt. Lucinda war es gerade egal, was ihn dazu gebracht hatte, seine Meinung zu ändern. Sie war einfach mehr als glücklich, das Ganze wirkte so unwirklich, dass ein kleiner Teil von ihr vermutete, sie träume nur. Wenn es wirklich ein Traum war, wollte sie nie wieder daraus erwachen. Sie wollte ihm gerade sagen, dass sie ihn liebte, doch bevor sie die Worte aussprechen konnte, hörte sie ihn in seinem murmeln. „Ellie..." Lucinda erstarrte, als hätte man gerade einen Eimer kaltes Wasser über ihren Kopf geschüttet. Ihr Herz schmerzte bei der Erkenntnis, dass Nathaniel sie einfach mit einer anderen Frau verwechselt hatte. Die Frau in Nathaniels Herzen war Eleanor Turner. Sie war seine erste Liebe. Da Logan diese Beziehung nicht billigte, war sie gezwungen, all die Jahre im Ausland zu bleiben. Aber Eleanor war gerade erst ins Land zurückgekehrt. Sie hatte keine Zeit verloren, Lucinda eine Nachricht zu schicken, die sie offensichtlich provozieren sollte. „Ich bin zurück. Bald wirst du keinen Platz mehr in der Familie Roberts haben.Du hast vielleicht Nate geheiratet, aber er und ich sind zusammen aufgewachsen. Hast du wirklich gedacht, du könntest mich ersetzen? Erkenne deinen Platz und krieche zurück in das Waisenhaus, aus dem du kommst. Da gehörst du hin." „Ich bin sicher, du weißt, wie sehr er mich liebt. Verstehst du, Lucinda? Für Nate wirst du immer nur mein Ersatz sein." Ihr Ersatz... Lucinda war die Frau, die Logan als Nathaniels Ehefrau ausgewählt hatte! Sie war durch niemanden zu ersetzen. Der Klang von Nathaniels Stimme holte sie in die Gegenwart zurück. Ihr Mann murmelte immer noch den Namen einer anderen Frau. Eleanors Sticheleien spielten immer wieder in Lucindas Kopf. So wie die Dinge standen, konnte sie sich keine Illusionen mehr machen. Sie musste sich der Tatsache stellen, dass Nathaniel sie nicht liebte und auch nie lieben würde. Ihre Augen füllten sich mit Tränen und sie ballte die Hände zu Fäusten. Sie war Nathaniel die ganze Zeit über gefügig und unterwürfig gewesen und hatte sogar ihren Job gekündigt, um eine gute Ehefrau zu sein und sich um ihren Mann kümmern zu können. Lucinda hatte Misshandlungen und Demütigungen durch die versnobte und herablassende Familie ihres Mannes ertragen müssen. Seine Mutter und seine Schwester gaben sich keine Mühe, ihre Verachtung für ihre arme Herkunft zu verbergen, und taten alles, um ihr das Leben schwer zu machen. Lucinda wollte Nathaniel mit diesen Angelegenheiten nicht belästigen. Wahrscheinlich würde er sie sowieso nur als Bagatelle abtun, also schluckte sie ihren Kummer hinunter und machte weiter. Sie hatte sich unvorstellbar gedemütigt, um sein Herz zu gewinnen, aber es sah so aus, als wären ihre Bemühungen nicht genug. Warum musste er auf ihrem Herzen herumtrampeln und ihr das letzte bisschen Würde und Selbstachtung nehmen, das sie noch hatte? Der Rest der Nacht kam mir wie eine Ewigkeit vor. Lucindas Augen blieben weit geöffnet und der Schlaf weigerte sich, sie zu besuchen. Am nächsten Morgen wurde Nathaniel durch das blendende Licht, das durch das Fenster fiel, geweckt. Er rieb sich die Schläfen und öffnete die Augen, als er Lucinda mit dem Rücken zu ihm vor der Kommode sitzen sah. Die Erinnerungen an die vergangene Nacht kamen in Windeseile zurück, er heftete seinen Blick auf sie und seine Lippen verzogen sich zu einem höhnischen Grinsen. Obwohl Lucinda ihm nicht gegenüberstand, konnte sie die Wut spüren, die von Nathaniel ausging. Sie blieb gelassen und fuhr mit ihrer Hautpflege fort. Im nächsten Moment wurde ihr Handgelenk in einem schraubstockähnlichen Griff gepackt und sie wurde gewaltsam auf die Beine gezogen. Der kleine Topf mit der Sahne rutschte ihr aus der Hand und zerschellte auf dem Boden, so dass der Inhalt verschüttet wurde. Lucinda hob den Kopf und starrte Nathaniel wütend an. Doch so wütend sie auch war, sie konnte den Schmerz in ihrem Herzen nicht unterdrücken, als sie seinen Augen begegnete. „Meinst du, du kannst mich zwingen, dich anzuerkennen, indem du mich unter D**gen setzt?" Seine Finger um ihr Handgelenk wurden noch fester, als er die Worte ausspuckte. Er sah in diesem Moment absolut furchterregend aus. Aber warten Sie... Lucinda schenkte ihm ein bitteres Lächeln. „Halten Sie mich wirklich für eine Frau, die solche abscheulichen Methoden anwenden würde?" Nathaniel schnaubte angewidert. „Du hast meinen Großvater dazu gebracht, dir zu vertrauen, damit du mich heiraten kannst. Also hör auf, dich so zu benehmen, als wärst du ein unschuldiges Mädchen. Ich werde es nicht kaufen. Eine schamlose Opportunistin wie Sie kann sich niemals mit Ellie messen!" Ein Opportunist? Seinen Großvater ausgetrickst? Das war also seine wahre Meinung von ihr. Wenn sie, hätte sie es schon längst getan. Warum sollte sie bis jetzt warten und drei Jahre lang unter den Schikanen seiner Mutter und seiner Schwester leiden? Offensichtlich kannte Nathaniel sie überhaupt nicht. Lucinda erkannte jetzt, wie lächerlich sie in der Vergangenheit gewesen war. Sie hatte sich mehr und mehr verbogen, nur um ihm zu gefallen und auch nur einen Moment seiner Aufmerksamkeit zu bekommen. Lucinda biss die Zähne zusammen und schüttelte seinen Griff ab. Dann hob sie ihr Kinn und sprach mit einer Stimme, die vor Entschlossenheit klang. „Nathaniel, ich will die Scheidung." Kapitel 2 Dreißig Milliarden Dollar "Was?" Nathaniel war von Lucindas plötzlichem Scheidungsantrag überrascht. "Was hast du diesmal vor?" Lucinda warf ihm einen kalten Blick zu. Obwohl sie kleiner war als er, strahlte sie eine starke Präsenz aus, die ihn fast einschüchterte. „Du wolltest dich schon immer von mir scheiden lassen, richtig? Dein Großvater hat dich gezwungen, mich zu heiraten. Und jetzt, wo er tot ist, hindert dich nichts mehr daran, mich zu verlassen und mit Eleanor zusammen zu sein. Willst du sie nicht heiraten?" Lucindas Worte waren unverblümt und auf den Punkt gebracht. Nathaniels Gesicht verzerrte sich ungläubig. Konnte Lucinda wirklich so nett sein und ihn mit der Frau zusammen sein lassen, die er wirklich liebte? Lucinda sah aus, als würde sie die Wahrheit sagen, also schnaubte Nathaniel und sagte in einem kalten Ton: „Bereue es nicht." Sie grinste höhnisch. Sie war noch nie so entschlossen gewesen. Sie hatte sich entschieden. „Ich wünschte, ich hätte dich nie geheiratet." Mit entschlossenem Schritt verließ Lucinda den Raum. Nathaniel starrte sie ungläubig an, als sie wegging. Er hatte sie noch nie so selbstbewusst auftreten sehen. Die sanftmütige und fügsame Frau, die er gekannt hatte, war hart und entschlossen geworden, so dass er sich fragte, was sich verändert hatte. Könnte es sein, dass sie mit den Geschehnissen der letzten Nacht nichts zu tun hatte? Aber wenn sie es nicht war, wer könnte es dann sein? Später am Morgen gingen beide zum Gerichtsgebäude. Lucinda trug ein schlichtes und unattraktives Outfit, während Nathaniel einen eleganten Prada-Anzug trug. Sie sahen aus wie ein seltsames Paar und zogen die Aufmerksamkeit vieler Leute auf sich. Aber Lucinda schenkte dem keine Beachtung. She was focused on finalizing their divorce as soon as possible. In wenigen Minuten war die Ehe, die so viel Traurigkeit mit sich brachte, endlich aufgelöst. Lucinda hielt die Scheidungspapiere in der Hand und fühlte sich wie betäubt und von der Welt um sie herum abgekoppelt. „Das ist es also. Tschüß", sagte der Mann kühl und ging. Lucinda sah zu, wie er in der Ferne verschwand, ohne ein weiteres Wort zu sagen oder ihr einen zweiten Blick zuzuwerfen. Er hat nicht einmal versucht, ihre Ehe zu retten. Es war, als wäre er nie als ihr Ehemann da gewesen. „Er hat es mir einfach so viel leichter gemacht." Sie lachte schmerzhaft und schüttelte den Kopf. Sein kühles Auftreten hatte es ihr leichter gemacht, weiterzumachen. Sie waren nun nichts weiter als Fremde und dazu bestimmt, getrennte Leben zu führen. Lucinda schüttelte den Kopf, um ihre Gedanken zu klären, und machte sich auf den Weg. Plötzlich hielt ein eleganter schwarzer Bentley vor ihr. Die Autotür öffnete sich, und ein alter Mann mit grauem Haar stieg aus und ging auf sie zu. Er wurde von vier stämmigen Leibwächtern begleitet. Als Lucinda erkannte, um wen es sich handelte, richtete sie sich auf und strahlte einen Hauch von Noblesse aus. „Mein Vater scheint immer gut informiert zu sein. Ich habe mich gerade erst scheiden lassen, und er hat dich schon hierher geschickt", murmelte sie vor sich hin. Der alte Mann - Gilbert Duncan - lächelte sie freundlich an, verbeugte sich vor ihr und sagte: „Miss, heute ist der letzte Tag Ihrer dreijährigen Vereinbarung mit Ihrem Vater." Er starrte einen Moment lang auf das Dokument, das Lucinda in der Hand hielt. Mit einer bedauernden Miene sagte er: „Sieht so aus, als könnten Sie ihn nicht für sich gewinnen. Wenn das der Fall ist, sollten Sie nach Stastle zurückkehren und das Familienunternehmen erben, wie versprochen." Lucinda verzog das Gesicht und schwieg eine gefühlte Ewigkeit. Als Lucinda gerade fünfzehn war, passierte ihr etwas Schreckliches. Am Ende verlor sie ihr Gedächtnis und landete im Waisenhaus hier in Forden. Später wurde sie von Logan Roberts auf das Anwesen der Familie Roberts zurückgebracht, nachdem sie ihn gerettet hatte. Als sie volljährig wurde, befahl Logan seinem Enkel Nathaniel, sie zu heiraten. Erst in der Hochzeitsnacht mit Nathaniel gewann Lucinda ihre Erinnerungen zurück. Damals hatte sie Nathaniel ihrem eigenen Vater vorgezogen und vereinbart, nach drei Jahren nach Hause zurückzukehren, wenn es ihr nicht gelingen sollte, ihren Mann in sie zu verlieben. Lucinda hatte erfahren, dass sie drei Jahre ihres Lebens für einen Mann weggeworfen hatte, der keine Liebe für sie empfand. „Mr. Simmons vermisst Sie schrecklich. Bitte komm mit mir zurück. Machen Sie Ihren Vater nicht weiter wütend. Er..." „Gilbert", unterbrach Lucinda, deren Gesicht noch kälter wurde, als er die Vergangenheit ansprach. „Er hat diese Frau an seiner Seite. Die Familie Simmons braucht mich sowieso nicht. Ich habe hier in Forden dringendere Angelegenheiten zu erledigen, deshalb werde ich nicht mit Ihnen zurückkehren." In den vergangenen drei Jahren hatte sie im Geheimen ermittelt und versucht herauszufinden, wer ihren Gedächtnisverlust verursacht hatte und wie sie nach Forden gekommen war. Mit viel Mühe hatte sie herausgefunden, dass die Person wahrscheinlich für die Simmons-Gruppe arbeitete. Sie war sich jedoch noch immer nicht sicher, wer konkret dafür verantwortlich war. Lucinda befand sich in einer prekären Lage, da der Feind im Schatten lauerte. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt war es für sie zu riskant, zur Familie Simmons zurückzukehren. Außerdem war der Gedanke, wieder bei ihrer Stiefmutter zu leben, unerträglich. Gilbert stieß einen schweren Seufzer aus. „Herr Simmons hatte recht. Du hegst noch immer einen Groll gegen ihn und wirst nicht so einfach zurückkommen." Er zog eine Supreme-Kreditkarte aus seiner Brieftasche und reichte sie Lucinda respektvoll. „Dies ist Ihre Bankkarte. Es sind dreißig Milliarden Dollar darin enthalten." Dann gab er den hinter ihm stehenden Leibwächtern ein Zeichen, die Lucinda sofort einen neuen Vertrag überreichten. Kapitel 3 Sie wurde reich „Mr. Simmons sagte, Sie können hier bleiben, aber das ist an eine Bedingung geknüpft. Sie müssen Angle Intl, eine der Niederlassungen der Simmons-Gruppe in Forden, leiten und den Gewinn um fünf Prozent gegenüber dem Vorjahr steigern. Er sagte auch, Sie könnten das Angebot ablehnen, aber er würde nicht für die Sicherheit der Roberts-Gruppe garantieren", berichtete Gilbert höflich. Lucinda biss die Zähne zusammen. Sie hatte Logan auf seinem Sterbebett versprochen, sich um die Roberts-Gruppe zu kümmern, und konnte daher nicht zulassen, dass ihr etwas zustößt. Ihr Vater kannte ihre Schwäche und nutzte sie als Trumpfkarte, um sie zu manipulieren. Aber er zwang sie nicht, nach Hause zu gehen. Stattdessen verlangte er, dass sie Angle Intl. übernimmt. Was zum Teufel war sein Motiv? „Gut, ich mache es", sagte Lucinda widerwillig. Sie nahm den Stift zur Hand und kritzelte ihren Namen auf den Vertrag. Dann griff sie nach der Kreditkarte, auf die dreißig Milliarden Dollar geladen waren. Sie kicherte, als sie die Karte anstarrte. Vor wenigen Minuten war sie noch so pleite, dass sie kaum zehn Dollar besaß. Sie konnte sich nicht einmal eine Taxifahrt nach Hause leisten. Aber jetzt... Sie hat also gerade den Jackpot geknackt? Aufgrund ihrer Vereinbarung mit ihrem Vater wurde Lucindas Bankkonto eingefroren, und sie musste ihre wahre Identität verbergen, um die Vereinbarung nicht zu brechen. Die Familie Roberts hat auf Lucinda immer herabgesehen. Sie haben sie nie ernst genommen und nur mit wohlhabenden Leuten zu tun gehabt. Stellen Sie sich vor, wie überrascht sie wären, wenn sie herausfänden, dass sie die jüngste Tochter der Simmons-Familie ist, der reichsten Familie im ganzen Land, mit Milliarden auf ihrem Bankkonto. Lucinda erinnerte sich an die Zeit, als ihre beste Freundin im Waisenhaus im Sterben lag. Sie bettelte auf den Knien bei Nathaniels Mutter Amanda um ein Darlehen. Amanda stellte arrogant ihre Platin-Bankkarte zur Schau, gab Lucinda aber nichts. „Raten Sie mal, wie viel Geld ich auf meiner Karte habe? Eine Million! Haben Sie in Ihrem ganzen Leben schon einmal so viel Geld gesehen? Aber ich leihe dir keinen Cent. Ich würde mit meinem ganzen Geld lieber Hundefutter kaufen. Für mich ist Ihr armer Freund nicht so wichtig wie ein Haushund". Lucinda biss die Zähne zusammen, da sie sich verspottet und beleidigt fühlte. Am liebsten würde sie Nathaniels Mutter und seiner Schwester eine Lektion erteilen, wann immer sich ihr die Gelegenheit dazu bietet. Sie wollte Rache, für ihre Freundin und für sich selbst. Während sie noch überlegte, griff jemand von hinten grob nach ihrem Handgelenk. Lucinda drehte sich um und sah, dass es Amanda war. Amanda hielt ihr Kinn hoch und starrte Lucinda mit deutlichem Abscheu im Gesicht an. Hinter ihr standen viele reiche Damen mit Einkaufstüten in den Händen. Es sah aus, als wären sie nur zusammen einkaufen gegangen. Lucinda ließ die Kreditkarte lässig in ihre Tasche fallen und fragte kalt: „Was wollen Sie?" Amanda war von Lucindas neuem Verhalten überrascht. Sie konnte nicht glauben, dass Lucinda eines Tages so kalt zu ihr sein konnte. Amanda hat es genossen, sie herabzusetzen und einzuschüchtern. „Wer hat dir die Erlaubnis gegeben, herauszukommen? Sind Sie mit der Hausarbeit fertig? Hast du das Mittagessen vorbereitet? Und was trägst du da? Du bist seit Jahren mit meinem Sohn verheiratet und ziehst dich immer noch wie ein armer Schlucker an. Schäm dich! Raus hier!" "Schande?" Lucinda kicherte über Amandas Worte. „Nachdem ich in deine Familie eingeheiratet hatte, hast du alle Bediensteten entlassen und mich gezwungen, meinen Job zu kündigen. Dann hast du mich dazu gebracht, auf deinen Sohn aufzupassen. Und ich habe alles getan, was Sie von mir verlangt haben. Aber waren Sie jemals zufrieden? Nein. Du hast mich beschuldigt, deinen Schmuck gestohlen zu haben, und mich zur Strafe draußen im Regen knien lassen. Erinnerst du dich daran?" Die Damen hinter Amanda sahen unbehaglich aus. Sie wussten, dass Amanda immer gemein zu Lucinda war, aber sie hatten keine Ahnung, dass sie so weit gegangen war, sie zu quälen. Als die Spannung zwischen ihnen immer größer wurde, beschlossen die Damen, sich unter einem Vorwand aus dem Staub zu machen, den sie vorbringen konnten. "Was? Wovon zum Teufel redest du?" Amanda versuchte, etwas zu sagen, aber Lucindas schnelles Sprechen machte es ihr schwer. „Stell dich nicht dumm. Sie wissen genau, wovon ich spreche." Erklärte Lucinda mit hoch erhobenem Kinn, „Ich habe genug von deinem Mist. Wenn du noch einmal versuchst, dich mit mir anzulegen, wirst du für all deine vergangenen Taten bezahlen!" Kapitel 4 Sie hereinlegen Amanda konnte die Veränderung in Lucindas Verhalten nicht fassen. Hat sich ihre einst unterwürfige Schwiegertochter jetzt gegen sie aufgelehnt? „Früher hast du dich uns gegenüber immer so verhalten, als wärst du sanft? !" Je mehr Amanda darüber nachdachte, desto wütender wurde sie. Sie ballte die Faust und drohte: „Das lasse ich nicht auf sich beruhen. Ich werde Nathaniel sagen, dass er sich von dir scheiden lassen soll! Selbst wenn du auf die Knie fällst und mich anflehst, werde ich dir nie verzeihen!" Lucinda ließ sich nicht aus der Ruhe bringen. Ein Ausdruck der Verachtung spielte über ihr Gesicht, als sie spottete. „Oh, das habe ich vergessen zu erwähnen. Vor zehn Minuten habe ich mich von ihm scheiden lassen. Selbst wenn du auf die Knie gehst und mich anflehst, werde ich nie wieder einen Fuß in das Haus der Familie Roberts setzen." Geschieden? Sie hatten sich gerade scheiden lassen? Wie war das möglich?! Amanda konnte es nicht glauben. Lucinda hatte sich immer an die Familie Roberts geklammert, und jetzt hatte sie aufgegeben und war einfach so gegangen? Als Amanda Lucinda nachsah, wurde sie misstrauisch. Sie musste dies bestätigen. Ohne Zeit zu verlieren, wählte sie die Nummer ihres Sohnes und fragte: „Stimmt das? Haben Sie sich wirklich scheiden lassen?" "Ja." Nathaniels Stirnrunzeln vertiefte sich, als er fragte: „Woher hast du das gehört?" „Wer sonst? Auf dem Rückweg bin ich zufällig mit Lucinda zusammengestoßen. Dieses kleine Biest hat mich gerade angeschrien." Amanda war wütend. Doch ihre Laune besserte sich schnell, als sie sich daran erinnerte, dass sie sich tatsächlich hatten scheiden lassen. „Na, das sind ja tolle Neuigkeiten! Du bist sie endlich losgeworden. Sie ist nur eine Waise. Wie könnte sie meines hervorragenden Sohnes würdig sein? Sie hätte schon längst dorthin zurückkehren sollen, wo sie hingehört." Trotz der Aufregung seiner Mutter blieb Nathaniel stoisch. Er konnte die seltsame Mischung aus Schuldgefühlen und Aufregung, die er in seinem Herzen spürte, nicht abschütteln. Damals rechnete er damit, dass Lucinda sich wehren würde, wenn er ihr die Scheidung vorschlug, und so hatte er drei Millionen Dollar Abfindung und eine Villa für sie vorbereitet. Aber letztendlich war sie diejenige, die zuerst um die Scheidung gebeten hat, und sie hat nicht einmal eine Entschädigung verlangt. Nach der Scheidung hatte Lucinda weder familiäre noch finanzielle Unterstützung. Wie sollte sie überleben? Nathaniel schob diese Gedanken beiseite. Seiner Meinung nach würde Lucinda zu ihm zurückkehren, wenn sie niemanden mehr hatte, an den sie sich wenden konnte. Lucinda nahm sich ein Taxi und fuhr zurück zu der Villa, in der sie mit Nathaniel gelebt hatte. Die letzten drei Jahre waren ziemlich hart. Die Erinnerungen lasteten so schwer auf ihrem Herzen, dass sie sich nicht länger mit ihnen beschäftigen wollte. Lucinda ging durch den kleinen Garten vor dem Tor der Villa und machte sich auf den Weg nach oben, um ihre Sachen zu packen. Sie konnte es kaum erwarten, von dort wegzukommen und all die Erinnerungen an ihre schwierige Vergangenheit hinter sich zu lassen. Doch gerade als sie wieder nach unten ging, stand eine umwerfende Frau im Flur und starrte sie an. Es war Eleanor, gekleidet in ein wunderschönes weißes Kleid. „Lucinda, lange nicht gesehen." Lucinda war überrascht. Sie hätte nie gedacht, dass sie Eleanor dort sehen würde. Nathaniel muss ihr den Schlüssel zur Villa gleich nach ihrer Scheidung gegeben haben, dachte Lucinda. Es war offensichtlich, dass er in sie verknallt war. Lucinda fühlte eine Welle des Ekels, behielt aber ein Lächeln auf ihrem Gesicht, während sie elegant die Treppe hinunterging. Ihr anmutiges Auftreten erregte Eleanors Aufmerksamkeit und ließ sie für einen Moment innehalten. Mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht bemerkte Eleanor: „Es ist erst ein paar Jahre her, dass ich Sie das letzte Mal gesehen habe, aber Sie werden von Tag zu Tag eleganter, wie eine echte Mrs. Roberts. Warte, streich das." Eleanor bedeckte ihren Mund und lächelte verlegen. „Ich habe vergessen, dass du dich von Nate scheiden ließest. Du bist nicht mehr seine Frau." Lucinda blieb ruhig, obwohl sie wusste, dass Eleanors Worte darauf abzielten, sie zu provozieren. Sie lächelte sogar breit, als sie sagte: „Ich will ihn nicht mehr, also habe ich ihn abserviert. Er gehört jetzt ganz dir. Aber heiraten Sie ihn nicht zu schnell, sonst könnte man Sie als die andere Frau ansehen, die unsere Ehe ruiniert hat". Eleanors Gesicht wurde kalt und grimmig. „Nate und ich lieben uns innig. Wenn du nicht wärst, wären wir schon lange zusammen. Du bist die andere Frau in unserer Beziehung, die es verdient, gehasst zu werden!" Lucinda warf ihr einen verächtlichen Blick zu. „Ich schätze, wir werden einfach abwarten und sehen." Mit diesen Worten wollte Lucinda weggehen, doch plötzlich wurde sie am Handgelenk gepackt. Sie drehte sich um und sah Eleanor mit einem mitleidigen Gesichtsausdruck und tränenüberströmten Augen. „Lucinda, es tut mir leid. Du warst immer ein guter Freund für mich, und ich wollte nur mal nachsehen, wie es dir geht. Ich habe es gut gemeint, und ich wusste nicht, dass du geschieden bist. Ich wollte dich nicht beleidigen. Sei bitte nicht böse auf mich, okay?" „Täuschen Sie hier Ihre Unschuld vor?" Lucinda schnaubte und war im Begriff, sich aus Eleanors Griff zu befreien. Doch Eleanor fiel unerwartet auf den Boden und stieß einen Schrei aus. Von hinten könnte man meinen, sie hätte Eleanor zu Boden gestoßen. Interessant. Lucinda verfolgte das Drama, das sich vor ihr abspielte, mit Interesse. Wenn ihre Intuition richtig war, könnte Nathaniel irgendwo in der Nähe sein. Wie erwartet, ertönte eine männliche, hektische Stimme von hinten. „Lucinda, was ist los mit dir?" Nathaniel eilte herbei, um Eleanor aufzuhelfen. Dann wandte er sich enttäuscht an Lucinda. „Ich dachte, du hättest nach der Scheidung mehr Selbstbeherrschung. Ich hätte nie erwartet, dass du immer noch so grausam und herzlos bist. Ich wollte dir diese Villa schenken, aber es scheint, als hättest du sie nicht verdient." „Gib ihr keine Schuld, Nate. Es war meine Schuld. Ich muss etwas gesagt haben, das sie wütend gemacht hat. Ich bin mir sicher, dass sie es nicht so gemeint hat", sagte Eleanor, lehnte sich schluchzend an Nathaniels Brust und sah mitleidig aus. Aber sie war zufrieden, als sie Lucinda einen selbstgefälligen Blick zuwarf. Nathaniels Gesicht verhärtete sich. „Entschuldige dich sofort bei Ellie", befahl er und starrte Lucinda an. Er wollte, dass sie sich entschuldigt? Lucinda war fuchsteufelswild. 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No | 2024-12-02 19:09 | active | 1951 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding anniversary, she dressed up for a date but was drugged and manipulated by her husband's mistress, leading to spend a night with a stranger. To her surprise, he turned out to be her husband's half-brother and business rival! ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the d*ug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a d*ug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. P**gnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bl**d test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j**k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a s*ap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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