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2,724,308	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2724283}'	Yes	2025-03-02 01:30	active	2671	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	I got home after a long day, and my parents were waiting for me in the living room. "Catherine, sit down. We need to talk," my father said, looking quite agitated. "What's going on, Dad?" I asked tiredly. I had worked all day, gone to college at night, and upon getting home, all I wanted was to take a shower and crash into bed. But that wasn't possible. "Catherine, your cousin's wedding invitation has arrived," my mother said. "That little tramp is not my cousin!" I snapped, already getting angry. "Catherine, she is your cousin," my mother insisted. "You need to stop this childish behavior. Melissa already hit her and caused a scene here at home. Enough! She's my sister's daughter, which makes her your cousin." "I'm sorry, Mom, but she means nothing to me," I tried to stay calm. "She slept with my boyfriend in my bed. That's not something she should do." I had been dating Claude for four years; he was my first boyfriend, and I found him in my bed, in my room, sleeping with Kelly, my cousin! I was in shock. Of course, Melissa, my best friend, went after them. Since then, things had been tensed at home because my parents insisted it was silly and that I should act as if nothing had happened and go back to being around my cousin. "He was wrong, Catherine, since he was your boyfriend," my mother argued. "Kelly, poor thing, was seduced. He dishonored her, now he's marrying her so she won't be talked about badly in town." "Oh, Mom! Spare me! The whole town knows Kelly is a shameless woman..." I lost my patience. "Catherine, watch your language!" my father scolded me. "Look, if you don't want to be around Kelly, fine, but you're going to this wedding. And enough with this rude behavior." "I'm what?" I thought I had heard wrong. "You're going to your cousin's wedding, Catherine. That's an order! We're your parents, and you'll obey," my mother spoke angrily at me as if I were the one in the wrong. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I won't! I follow your rules, I'm a good daughter, but this time I can't. I was the one who was wronged! I have every right not to want to be the family joke anymore," I said, already crying. "ENOUGH, CATHERINE!" my father shouted, startling me. "You're going to this wedding, and that's final." "But, Dad..." "I don't want to hear it, Catherine! It's important to your mother to keep peace in the family. So you're going, period," my father said, leaving no room for argument. I spent the night crying in my room. The next day, I told Melissa everything. She wasted no time and arranged invitations to a masquerade ball, a gala event. She told my parents it would be crucial for my career since the city's most important businesspeople would be there. I could make valuable connections, and our professors had promised to introduce us to various entrepreneurs who could open doors for our professional future. At first, my parents weren't entirely convinced, but Melissa's parents talked to them and persuaded them that it would be an excellent opportunity for my future. So they agreed that I should take advantage of it. "Catherine, you can't say no to me! I've already bought the tickets and masks, and I even convinced your parents that this is a super important event for your professional future, which was such hard work. This party is going to be incredible, and you're not going to miss it!" Melissa looked at me with puppy dog eyes, clasping her hands together as if begging. I was sitting at my desk at work in the middle of a Thursday afternoon, between taking messages and making calls, when Mel showed up with coffee, chocolate muffins, and this persistence about getting me to agree to go to the masquerade ball, which was the biggest annual event in our city. "Oh, Mel, how is it that I can never say no to you? Alright, I'll go!" I agreed to go to the ball, but I still wasn't sure. Either way, I was going to sleep at Mel's house to avoid the wedding, but I wasn't planning on going to the party. However, Melissa kept pushing until she convinced me to go. On Saturday, we got ready at her place. "Wow, girl! You look absolutely stunning!" She handed me a beautiful golden mask, intricately designed like lace that covered up to my nose, and I put it on. I was wearing a shimmering red satin dress, and the mask matched perfectly. "So, are we ready?" "Yes, we're ready," I replied and grabbed my purse. "Oh, I forgot my perfume." "No problem, you can use my mom's new perfume. She won't mind." When Fred, Mel's boyfriend, saw us, he smiled, gave Mel a kiss, and said: "Girls, you look gorgeous! I think you'll leave this party with a new boyfriend, Cat." "No boyfriend, Fred. Actually, I think I'd better stay, I'm not in the party mood. Please, Mel, let me stay?" Chapter 2 There was no way out - my friend dragged me to the ball. As soon as we got in, Mel pulled us to the bar and whispered in my ear: "It's an open bar tonight, so you're going to drink until all that sadness washes away!" Mel handed me two tequila shots while holding two more in her hands. "Let's down these!" We knocked back the tequila, and Fred was already handing each of us a cosmopolitan. Melissa dragged me to the dance floor, and I was actually having fun. When a slow song started playing, Fred and Mel began slow dancing together. I took that as my cue to head to the buffet, but I didn't make it there. I felt someone grab my hand, and when I turned around, there was a man in a black mask smiling at me - and what a smile! He kissed my hand and pulled me close, whispering in my ear with a husky voice: "Surely the most beautiful woman in the room won't deny me a dance, will she?" "And why not? Let's dance," I smiled back at him. It was impossible to resist that seductive husky voice and that gorgeous crooked smile! He was tall with broad shoulders, had a charming smile and blue eyes - so blue they were almost violet. He had sinfully tempting lips, brown hair, and when he pulled me by the waist, I placed my hands on his chest and could feel he was a wall of well-defined muscle. Although the mask concealed his face, he was very charming and enchanting. "I've been watching you since you arrived," this mysterious man whispered in my ear. "You're so beautiful!" "You're kind. But you're not from around here, are you?" He had a powerful presence, radiating authority. "No. A friend convinced me to come to this party." "Looks like we have something in common - my friends convinced me to come too." "Lucky me!" "And why's that?" I smiled. "Because I was captivated the moment I saw you. You're stunning." As he whispered in my ear, I got goosebumps, feeling my face flush and my body tingle - he truly had me enchanted. "Even with the mask?" "Even with the mask! You're too beautiful." "You're such a charmer." "You think I'm charming?" "You know you are. And handsome too." "I'm glad you like what you see." "And what do you do for a living, handsome?" - I felt a bit dizzy, not sure if it was from the drink or the delicious cologne that man was wearing. I ended up stumbling over my own feet. "Are you okay?" "I think I need some air." "Come with me." - He pulled me into a dark hallway that led to an emergency exit and started fanning my face. - "I really want to kiss you. May I?" - I nodded yes. He looked into my eyes, held the back of my neck, and our lips met. It started slow but deepened; he pressed me against the wall, and the kiss intensified even more, almost taking our breath away. When he broke the kiss so we could breathe, we looked into each other's eyes - it was like throwing gasoline on fire. He ran his hand down my waist to my leg and pulled my leg up to his waist. I was completely surrendered by then, feeling his body against mine. I went crazy with desire and pulled him closer, wrapping my leg around his waist. "You're a great kisser!" - I smiled at him and felt my whole body tingle. "Oh, beautiful, you're incredible. I want you so badly, here, right now!" - he said between kisses and slipped his hand under my dress, pulling it up and reaching my underwear. I was on fire when he put his hand inside my underwear and yelled. - "Oh! So delicious! So hot, so wet!" - He said and kissed me harder while unzipping his pants. With a quick movement, like someone who had done this before, he tore my underwear and caressed my entrance, as if asking for permission. He looked into my eyes again and asked: "What do you want me to do?" "I want you inside me now!" I responded shamelessly, already panting with desire. I couldn't resist those eyes and that husky voice. I'd never been like this before - normally, I would have pulled away the moment he grabbed my hand, but tonight I had promised myself to have fun and live in the moment if someone interesting came along. And that's exactly what I was doing, living in the moment. Hearing me, he entered me slowly, watching as I leaned my head against the wall and savored every inch of him - and he was huge. He took the opportunity to scatter kisses along my neck. When he was fully inside, he paused and whispered between kisses in my ear: "Now I'm going to move." He pulled out only to thrust back in with full force this time, and it was incredible. I was completely lost and driven wild by his movements as he moved in and out of me frantically. We lost control and gave ourselves over completely, as if nothing else existed around us. I felt a haze in my eyes as my climax began to build, and I moaned softly in his ear. At that moment, he seemed to go crazy, lifting my other leg to his waist as I wrapped them around him. Kissing me intensely, he thrust even harder into me - it was heaven on earth. I came again, even more intensely than before, leaving me breathless. As I was coming, he whispered that he was close to his limit feeling me pulse around him, and soon I felt his hot release inside me. We stayed there against that wall, completely breathless, his forehead resting against mine. While kissing me, he slowly withdrew, and I was thoroughly satisfied - as Melissa would say. I smiled and he looked at me, gave me a soft kiss and said: "You're truly amazing!" He gently lowered my legs until my feet touched the ground, fixed my dress, adjusted his pants, and hugged me. It was so intimate, so affectionate - despite the wildness of our encounter and the intensity with which we'd given in to each other, he was still gentle with me. I'd never had such an incredible experience, but I'd only ever been with my ex until now. And my ex had never cared about hugging me afterward, or worried about my pleasure - for him, it was just about getting in and out until he was satisfied. So having a man care about me, about my pleasure, take care of me - it was new, and amazingly so. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear: "So, beautiful, I still don't know your name." It took me seconds to process and finally realize that I'd just slept with a complete stranger whose name I didn't even know. Just as I was about to speak, he pulled his phone from his pocket and asked for a minute to answer it. He stepped away slightly and I could only hear him raising his voice saying: "What did you say?" At that moment, the stranger ran off as if he'd forgotten about me, or as if he was just running away from the woman he'd quickly hooked up with at the party. Of course, Catherine, you're an idiot! But so what? I was just having fun too, and I didn't even know who the guy was, and he didn't know who I was. All good. I pulled myself together, looked in vain for my underwear - no idea where he'd thrown it - and left that hallway. I went back to the table and found Mel and Fred making out. They soon stopped and focused on me: "Mel, I think I found the Big Bad Wolf!" I laughed, and she laughed with me. "When we get home, I want to know everything!" "Of course you do!" I replied with sparkling eyes. "Prince, I think we can go now. What do you think, Cat?" "I'm ready whenever you are!" I said, downing a glass of water. "Let's go then, girls!" Fred said and led us to the exit. We'd barely gotten home when Mel started demanding: "Tell me everything - who is he, how it went, how it didn't go, everything." I laughed and told her everything. When I finished speaking, my friend was staring at me open-mouthed and asked: "You guys used protection, right?" My heart started racing! We hadn't used protection. I shook my head no at her; I was in shock realizing how careless I'd been. She immediately tried to calm me down: "No, Cat, calm down. I'm sure nothing will come of it. But you should get some tests done to make sure everything's okay. I'm going to the kitchen to make us some tea. Don't freak out!" Chapter 3 On Monday during lunch, I met Mel. She handed me a small bag from a fancy store, and I looked at her, confused. "My mom asked me to give this to you. She said it's perfect for you and doesn't suit her," Mel said with a big smile. I opened the bag, and inside was the perfume I had worn to the ball. A huge smile spread across my face. I loved that perfume, and it was part of the best night of my life. I just hoped that my best night hadn't left me with an STD as a souvenir. With that thought, I thanked Mel and told her I'd call her mom later, then mentioned I wanted to call the lab to schedule some tests. I called the laboratory and was informed that I needed a doctor's prescription to get the tests covered by health insurance. Thank God the company provided health insurance for employees because otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do. My salary wasn't high, and what little was left after covering college expenses went to helping at home, since my mom didn't work outside the house and my dad didn't make much as a driver. So I made a doctor's appointment, but the earliest available slot was two weeks away, and I waited anxiously. The more days passed, the more nervous I became, though Mel did everything to calm me down. On the scheduled date, she went to the doctor's with me. With the list of tests in hand, she personally scheduled the lab work and insisted on accompanying me. Three weeks had passed since the party when I finally got the tests done. The results came back five days later, and I returned to the doctor. Of course, Mel was with me. The doctor checked the results and looked me in the eyes: "Miss Catherine, your health is excellent. You're healthy. But from now on, you'll need to take better care of yourself." I breathed a sigh of relief, but was I really about to get lectured by the doctor for having unprotected bedlife with a stranger? Well, I deserved it - not using protection was silly, I could have caught a disease. And then he continued: "Congratulations, you're conceived! I'm going to refer you to an OB-GYN for prenatal care..." I didn't hear anything else, just the blood pulsing in my ears. I couldn't believe this! conceived? How would I explain this? It's not possible. Me, of all people, the perfect goody-two-shoes who never stepped out of line, who always considered the consequences before doing anything, who was always responsible - the first time I let rationality slide, I ended up conceived and didn't even know who the father was! Mel held my hand and kept repeating: "Calm down, Cat, everything will be okay!" How could everything be okay? I didn't even know who the father was. I would have to tell my parents, their only daughter would break their hearts. They would be disappointed, hate me, and kick me out of the house. How could I explain that I don't even know what the father of my child looks like? I was already hyperventilating. Suddenly, I felt the doctor taking my hand and speaking calmly: "Easy now, dear! The situation, from what I can see, isn't ideal, but you can't get this nervous, it will harm your baby. Now you have to take care of yourself for the baby's sake. I'm sure the people who love you will support and help you. But you need to calm down because only you can ensure this baby develops healthily and is born strong. Do you understand me?" I looked at that short, white-haired, slightly chubby gentleman, with his glasses perched on the tip of his nose, and nodded positively. Somehow he calmed me down a bit, maybe because his eyes sparkled with a kindness and understanding that we rarely see these days. The doctor asked his secretary to bring me some chamomile tea, and while I drank it and tried to calm down, he gave all the information to Melissa, who listened attentively. We left the office and Melissa took me to a diner, saying we needed to eat something. As soon as I sat down, I felt the tears falling. My friend hugged me and told me once again that I wasn't alone. I looked at her and said: "The only thing I'm sure of right now is that I want you and Fred to be my child's godparents because I know you'll support them and give them lots of love." Her eyes sparkled, and she burst into tears, responding between sobs: "I'll be the best godmother in the world and I'll always be close to our baby! And I'm sure Fred will be very happy too!" She assured me she would always be by my side, made it clear that I wouldn't go through anything alone, and that she would be with me when I talked to my parents. My parents... oh! I started thinking and decided I wouldn't hide it from them for even a day; I would tell them that very night. I wouldn't go to college, I would go home to talk to them. Mel immediately supported me and said: "Let's go then, I'm with you!" When we arrived at my house, my parents were startled, and my mom came right over, worried: "Girls, didn't you go to class today? Is everything okay?" "Not really, Mom. I need to talk to you both." My parents immediately realized it was something very serious. We all sat in the living room and I told them what was happening, admitting I had been irresponsible by hooking up with a stranger at the party. I obviously didn't go into details, but I made it clear that I couldn't find my child's father again. The disappointment in their eyes was evident. My mother was sobbing uncontrollably, saying I was ruined. My father hadn't said anything yet. Seeing how upset my mother was, Melissa quickly went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of sugar water for her. Melissa always gives sugar water to nervous people, saying it calms them down - I never understood that. Finally, my father spoke: "You made a huge mistake and there's no going back." My parents were very simple people. My father was a tall, strong man, and my mother was an older version of me, but both had great character and solid principles they always made sure to pass on to me. Hearing my father emphasize that I had messed up made my heart ache even more. I started crying and said: "I know, Dad, I was irresponsible. But there's nothing I can do now. I'll drop out of college to raise my child. And I'm going to pack my bags..." "Pack your bags? You're very mistaken if you think you're leaving this house like that. You made a mistake, and you disappointed us, but we love you, we'll get through this and we'll help you. You're not alone, my daughter! And neither is this child!" My father said this and my heart filled with hope. "But Dad, I brought shame to you..." "You're not the first and won't be the last single mother in this world. We would have liked things to be different for you, not so difficult. You've always been so responsible! But if this is how it is, we'll face it together. You won't leave college - more than ever, you need to grow in life to take care of your child. You're going to be a single mother, your responsibility is huge. We'll help you, and even though it will be difficult, everything will work out." Melissa was already crying and quickly spoke to my parents: "Mr. Anthony, Mrs. Selina, you can count on me, I'll help with everything! Besides, I'm this baby's godmother, Cat is like a sister to me, and I'll always be around." My parents looked at her gratefully. I looked at those three feeling completely blessed to have them in my life, full of love for them and experiencing a totally new feeling for that little being still growing inside me, whose existence I had just discovered! As difficult as being a single mother would be, that night at the ball was the best night of my life. I could never forget those violet-blue eyes looking at me with adoration during our furtive encounter and everything my body experienced that night. I would always have that sweet memory with me. The following months were difficult. I kept the dress, shoes, mask, and perfume that Mel's mother gave me in a box. On difficult days, I would open that box and relive that night in my memory. Although I had a peaceful pregnancy, people's comments and cruelty were hard to bear. To make matters worse, after they got married, my ex and my cousin moved in with her parents, who lived on the same street as us. They made sure to humiliate me with nasty comments whenever they saw me and spread throughout the neighborhood that I didn't know who my child's father was and that I was a loose woman, which was why Claude had left me. I wanted to end them! Kelly's mother, who was my mother's sister, never missed a chance to come to our house and torment us, saying how fortunate it was that her daughter wasn't like me, that she was a good girl who had married a decent man. She seemed to have forgotten that she had stolen my boyfriend and slept with him in my bed. But I swallowed it all; it wasn't worth arguing with these people, and I didn't want to transmit negative feelings to my child. As the days went by, I loved that baby more and more. I had no idea such love could exist. Everything I did, I did for him. I would protect him from everything; I would give my life to him. And surprisingly, during the whole time of carrying with a baby, everything seemed to flow in my favor, things were falling into place and working out. My boss was great, understood my situation, and even gave me a small raise, which was a huge help! Mel and Fred showered me with attention, they were in love with their godchild even before knowing if it would be a girl or boy. They insisted on buying everything for the nursery, which turned out beautiful. Mel accompanied me to all appointments and every test, never missing anything. She even organized two baby showers - one at the company and another at college. My child would come into the world surrounded by love. I found out I was having a boy and decided to name him Peter. And so it was. Peter was born healthy, with a pair of huge violet-blue eyes that would never let me forget the night that changed my life, but was also the best night I'd ever had! I would never forget that man! My son was surrounded by love from the first moment. My parents were enchanted by their grandson. Mel and Fred came to our house every day to see their godson and check how we were doing. Mel was always there supporting me in everything. Her parents also came to visit Peter and said they would be honorary grandparents since they considered me their daughter too, which I found beautiful. They also surrounded me with care. They insisted on giving the stroller as a gift, and the day Peter was born, they came to the maternity ward with a huge basket of flowers and welcome balloons. After my maternity leave ended, my son stayed in my mother's care while I was at work and college. I worked hard and devoted all my time not spent at college or work to my son. With the help of my parents and my son's godparents, I managed everything and didn't miss any semester in college, graduating alongside my friend Melissa. It was a great moment for me and my family. With my diploma in hand, I would now pursue a better future, with the firm purpose that my son would never lack anything. Chapter 4 When I graduated, Peter was already two years old. By then, he was walking everywhere, always clinging to grandma - which was his first word. He was a beautiful boy with straight black hair, fair skin, a cute little upturned nose, and those huge violet eyes that made me sigh. He was my sunshine! And now I would have more time for him. After graduation, my boss called me in for a chat. He was an excellent boss and said he was very happy with my work at the company, but he knew I deserved to go far, so I should look for a job in my field, and he would understand. He assured me that my job at the construction company would be mine for as long as I wanted, and if I left and things didn't work out, I would always have a place to come back to. However, he advised that I should seek something in my field of study to provide a better future for my son. I was very touched by this and accepted his good advice. I told Melissa, and she immediately said she would talk to her father about reaching out to some contacts. It didn't take long before Mr. Oliver Larson, Mel's father, called me to his office and handed me a card, saying: "Catherine, I know you're an excellent girl and a good professional. I spoke with a friend, and he arranged an interview for you at Miller Group. It's for the position of CEO's assistant. If you get this job, you'll be working in your field at a global company. It's an excellent position, but it's not here in Bellwood. You would have to move to Paradise Port. I know it's a huge step, but I think you should consider it - it will be excellent for you. Anyway, send an email to the address on the card with your response, either declining the position or accepting the virtual interview." "Mr. Larson, I don't have words to thank you! You've always been so good to me! Miller Group is one of the largest business conglomerates in the country! Working there is a dream! I'll definitely accept the interview, and if I have to move, I will. I know it will be a great opportunity," I said with conviction. It wouldn't be bad to get away from those nasty family members, especially now that "queen" Kelly was conceived and her mother decided to ask for all of Peter's things for the child of that dishonest couple! Thankfully, my mom told her that was absurd, but it wouldn't matter anyway since I had already given everything Peter had outgrown to an acquaintance who was conceived. My mom had been very upset with her sister, as she was always dismissing my son, always referring to him as the fatherless boy, which really hurt my mom. Leaving this city, I'll only regret leaving my parents and friends behind, but I know they'll support me once again. I thanked Mr. Larson and left the office. When I got to my desk, I spoke with my boss, another Mr. Larson, but since he didn't like being called that, I addressed him by his first name: "Aldo, your brother got me an interview at Miller Group." He smiled: "I know, he just called me. I think you should grab this opportunity. If it doesn't work out, you can always come back." I smiled at him and immediately sent an email to schedule the interview. I quickly received confirmation that the interview would be the next day at ten in the morning, and since I had already taken the initiative to send my resume, the interview would be brief. That night at home, I talked to my parents, who understood, even though they were worried about how I would manage to raise a child alone in another city and got teary-eyed about being far from their grandson. They supported me as always and were happy about the opportunity I received. I asked them not to tell anyone. When Mel arrived - she came every day to see her godson - I told her everything, and she helped me prepare for the next day. At the time of the interview, I went to the meeting room at my workplace; my boss had given me permission. I sat down and waited for the call. I was interviewed by a very kind and intelligent woman, Mrs. Mariana Taylor. It was very pleasant; we talked for two hours. She gave me all the information about the position, salary, and benefits. At the end, she said: "Catherine, you're hired! You'll be replacing me since I'm taking a director position at the London branch, so you'll be taking over my position here. I'd like you to start as soon as possible because I'm leaving in ten days and would like to hand everything over to you before I go. And I'd rather not reschedule my departure. When can you start?" "I just need my boss to release me, but I think I can be there on Monday." - it was already Friday, would Aldo agree to release me today? "Perfect. You can send me an email confirmation after you talk to him. Do you have any questions?" "No, ma'am. Everything is clear." "Great! Welcome to Miller Group. I'm sure you'll do very well. I'll see you on Monday." She ended the call, and my heart was racing - I had done it. The job was great, the salary even better, and I would have chances to progress. It was a dream. But now it was time to rush and sort everything out. I immediately went to talk to my boss. He was happy about it, called accounting, and had them process my settlement right away. After that, he let me go, saying I would always have a place to come back if needed, but he knew I would do very well. I thanked him for everything and left. I sent the confirmation email to Mrs. Taylor, saying I would be at the company at eight on Monday morning, and went straight to talk to Mel and her father - I had to thank them. And that's when Mel surprised me: "Did you think you were going to take my godson away just like that? No way! My father got me an interview at Lynx World in Paradise Port. I'm moving with you, and we'll live together. What do you think?" This was perfect! I was overjoyed, but quickly asked: "Mel, what about Fred?" "Fred has already requested a transfer to the Paradise Port branch at his company; he'll have better opportunities there too. He's coming in fifteen days. Friend, it's a new life for all three of us." I was so happy. Mel had orchestrated everything. Fred would drive us there, and she would take care of Peter while I worked until we found a daycare. She already had three daycares to visit, and her father had already made available a furnished apartment in the city for us. It was too good to be true; I was even scared. Noticing this, Mel nudged me and said: "Learn to accept the good things life offers you!" I smiled at her, and we went to my parents' house. It was time to break the news and say goodbye. Paradise Port is on the other side of the country, so we wouldn't see each other for a while. My parents were happy until I said I would leave the next morning - then the farewell became sad. It was hard to leave them behind, but it was necessary. With the salary I would receive, I could help them now. That was good. The next morning, Fred and Mel arrived right on time. Mel's father had given her a pickup truck as a gift, which made moving our stuff much easier. Fred loaded everything into the truck, and off we went - it would be a full day on the road. We arrived in Paradise Port late Saturday night. Peter was exhausted but had enjoyed himself immensely during the trip - everything was new and exciting to him. We got settled in, ordered some food, and after eating, went to bed. On Sunday, we explored the city to get our bearings. Paradise Port was a huge, modern industrial city on the coast. Its port attracted lots of business, making it a first-world urban center. The apartment where we would be living was close to one of the daycares Mel had contacted, which was great. It wasn't far from the company either - I could get there in twenty minutes by subway. The apartment was beautiful, with a modern design, great ventilation, and huge windows that let in plenty of natural light. That evening, we dropped Fred off at the airport and headed home to rest. The next day would be a big one - I would be starting my new job, while Mel had her virtual interview and would schedule a meeting with the director of the daycare near our apartment to visit and talk. I tucked my son into bed; he was worn out from all the fun he'd had today. As I watched him sleeping peacefully, I felt confident that we would have a really good life here. Peter now had his own room, and Mel and I had planned to buy some things to make it feel more personal and give it our own touch. I grabbed the baby monitor and went to my room. I opened one of my boxes and started organizing everything. When I opened the last box, I took out the box containing my memories from the ball night. I opened it, ran my hand over that beautiful dress, and sighed once again. I picked up the perfume and thought, "Why not?" Starting tomorrow, I would wear this perfume every day - my salary was good, and when this bottle ran out, I could buy another. I put the box away, left the perfume on the dresser, and went to bed full of expectations for this new life that was opening up before me. Chapter 5 I showed up at the company at 8:00 a.m. Mrs. Taylor gave me a warm welcome and introduced me to everyone, and they were all very kind. The boss wasn't there - he was traveling and would return at the end of the week. The office was beautiful, very modern, decorated in white with stainless steel and green accents, managing to be both professional and welcoming. It was elegant, and I really liked it. I was particularly glad I had chosen to wear a black suit with a dark green silk blouse underneath and black heels. I would need to dress elegantly every day now, after all, I would be working directly with the company president. Mid-morning, I received a message from Mel saying she had managed to schedule an appointment with the director of the daycare near our apartment during lunch hour. I explained the situation to Mrs. Taylor and asked if it would be possible to leave during that time, assuring her I would be back on schedule. "So you have a child. How old is he?" she asked with a smile. "He's two years old. He's a very clever little boy. He wasn't planned, but he's the reason for my life!" "What's his name?" "Peter." "Peter. A strong name. You're not married, I know that, but what about your son's father, are you still together?" My heart sank - how could I explain to her that I didn't know who the father was? But I don't lie, so let's face the truth. I told her that Peter's father was someone I met at a party and never saw again. She looked at me seriously, but there was no judgment in her eyes. Then she said: "You have my respect, Catherine. It's not easy being a single mother, and it's very difficult to tell truths like this when you know they might trigger others' judgment. Thank you for your trust and honesty. Go take care of the daycare arrangements for your son, we'll continue this afternoon - no need to rush." I thanked her and said goodbye, heading off to meet Mel and Peter. My admiration and respect for Mrs. Taylor only grew. She's a woman in her mid-fifties, with very light blonde hair and almost transparent blue eyes. She's a beautiful and elegant woman, but most importantly, she's very welcoming. We got along very well. During the rest of the morning, she filled me in with information about the work, and I took notes on everything. At lunchtime, I left the building, and Mel was already waiting at the door with Peter. I got in the car, and we went to lunch before heading to the daycare. Mel and I loved the daycare, and Peter was already fitting in, running around with his new little friends - he's such an outgoing boy. That made me so happy! My son was happy! We decided not to look at other daycares since this one was excellent and very close to home, just three blocks away. We completed the enrollment and sorted out all the details. The director suggested we let Peter stay until the end of the day since he was having fun and could start adapting. Mel agreed to pick him up at the end of the day. Mel dropped me back at the company and told me she'd head home to prepare for her job interview later in the afternoon. I returned to my office, arriving before Mrs. Taylor. I sat at the desk and started reviewing everything she had already told me. The phone on the desk rang, and I wasn't sure what to do, but since this would be my desk, I answered in my most professional voice: "Miller Group, Executive Office, good afternoon, how may I help you?" I heard a deathly silence on the other end followed by a long sigh. Someone spoke up with obvious impatience, in a strong and slightly hoarse voice: "Put Mariana on." I was startled but kept my composure and replied: "I'm sorry, sir, but Mrs. Taylor hasn't returned from lunch yet. May I help you, or would you like to leave a message?" "Who is this speaking," he asked, even more impatiently. "My name is Catherine, I'm Mr. Miller's new executive assistant." "But I don't know you," he seemed to grow more impatient with each word. "It's my first day here, sir. Would you like to leave a message?" "Tell Mariana to call me as soon as she sets foot in the office." "Certainly, sir. And your name is?" "Looks like I'm your boss!" He snapped and hung up. Wow, what a stressed-out man! This wasn't in the job description. My throat immediately tightened. Had I already made a bad impression on my boss? I was so screwed! I started thinking I wouldn't last long in this job. Shortly after, Mrs. Taylor arrived and I passed on the message with a worried look on my face. She looked at me with a smile, as if understanding my concern, and asked: "Was he calm?" I looked at her and couldn't help myself: "He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 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2,721,414	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2721402}'	Yes	2025-03-02 00:33	active	2668	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜<The Return Of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife>📜	After their divorce, Bruce thought Joanna was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene. Unexpectedly, the next day, Joanna moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 100 million dollars in it. And in these four years, there had been no news of her at all. It had been four years. She just disappeared from his world completely. Until four years later, Joanna came back with her sons and another man. Even though they were divorced, Bruce still felt cheated on and even betrayed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was midnight, and the raindrops were pounding the window. Inside a house, a man said coldly, "sign the divorce papers! As compensation, I will give you 100 million dollars in alimony." "Did I do something wrong again, Bruce?" asked Joanna Haynes timidly. She had always been a humble servant in front of him. "Roxy's back, and she doesn't want to see you! It's time for our marriage to end. So you have to go!" Bruce Everett said, crossing his long legs and leaning back on the couch. He was as handsome as a classical Greek sculpture, but the look on his face was as cool as ever. Joanna's pale lips quivered as if she had fallen into the icy water. She asked with shock, "You're divorcing me because she's back? Is our marriage nothing but a joke to you?" "You were not the one I wanted to marry in the first place, and you drove Roxy away two years ago with your dirty tricks. Now that she's back, I won't make the same mistake. Hurry up and sign the papers! 100 million dollars for two years of your pathetic life. You should consider it a bargain." Bruce had always been good at hurting her with words. "I... What will happen if I don't sign them?" Joanna asked bitterly. "Suit yourself. I have ways of making you disappear. Legally or not, no one will notice." As heir to the richest family in the Greyport city, Bruce had always been capable of doing whatever he liked. Who would dare to stand up to him anyway? Two years ago, Joanna's family decided to get connected with the Everetts by marriage. However, at the engagement banquet of Bruce and Roxanne, Joanna's step-sister, the man was drugged. Later in the lounge, Bruce mistook Joanna for Roxanne, and they slept with each other. The next day, the scandal of the Haynes group's eldest daughter hooking up with her brother-in-law was all over the newspaper. Roxanne Haynes' mental state broke, and she was sent to a nursing home abroad for treatment. Everyone took Joanna as the most shameless homewrecker, pointing fingers at her for sleeping with her brother-in-law. Bruce hated her even more and decided that Joanna was the one who drugged him and climbed onto his bed. Yet, the Everett family and the Haynes family shared a friendship for generations. Moreover, this marriage was meant to deepen the connection. Hence, the elders of both families, Raymond Haynes and Margaret Everett, insisted on Bruce and Joanna getting married. The past two years of marriage had been a living hell for Joanna. Her tolerance and affection did not make it any better. In return, she got more humiliation and torture. Joanna was exhausted, both mentally and physically. So what if Bruce wanted a divorce? She'd had enough anyway! "Fine, I'll sign them, but I have a request." "Spit it out then!" Bruce believed that Joanna was thinking about more money! After all, that was what she, a scheming woman, could only care about. "I want you to sleep with me as a real lover does for once. For the past two years, every time you've been with me, you've called out Roxanne's name. Yeah, you've made me feel like I'm the worst woman in the world, and I've had enough! I'm your wife, and I want you to call out my name while sleeping with me for the last time. I am Joanna, not Roxanne!" For the first time, Joanna was screaming hysterically and trembling with anger. Each time in the past two years, Bruce would deliberately call out the wrong name! He had sex with her simply to punish and humiliate her. There was no love in it at all! "Oh, stop the nonsense. There's someone waiting for me downstairs..." Joanna snorted with self-mocking laughter. Then it probably was Roxanne who was waiting for him downstairs! "She can wait a little longer. She's been waiting for two years, and I think she can be patient enough for another few minutes. Do what I said or not. Suit yourself. I don't mind the media writing stories about me again!" Bruce hated being threatened the most. His thin lips curled into a sneer. A few seconds later, he replied, "Fine, I'll do it. But don't you regret it, Joanna!" Bruce jerked to stand up, seized her by the blouse, and pulled her over violently. And then... Her stockings were ripped apart... The man did not even give her a warning before hurting her! "AH!" Joanna cried, shutting her eyes in pain! Bruce was as ruthless as ever, almost cruel. He never cared if it hurt her or not. Or maybe watching her suffer simply pleased him! Good! Very good! She would remember this, remembering the man's cruelty to her for the rest of her life. "Joann. Oh, Joann. Are you happy now?" He finally called her name as he was on top of her. Though it was quite a humiliation, she could finally get rid of the depression that haunted her for two whole years. Joanna felt tears streaming down her cheeks as she said in a heartbroken tone, "Bruce Everett! I won't love you anymore!" Bruce had heard what she said but chose to ignore it. He caught her jaw contemptuously, looked down at her face, and sneered! She was... beautiful! This woman had such a pretty and innocent face, but her mind was filled with filth and schemes. That was why her so-called love for him would only make him sick. "Sign the divorce papers, take the money, and leave Greyport forever!" Having said that, Bruce left without looking back, leaving her lying on the floor in a mess. Two months later... In a hospital. "Congratulations, Ms. Haynes, you are pregnant with more than one. But I suggest you give up one or two of the fetuses, or there will be too many at risk!" Giving up? No, she would not take away the right to live from any of her children! It was her baby and hers alone! One way or another, she was gonna give birth to them and raise them right... ##Chapter 2 The Return Of Joanna Four years later. In the intensive-care unit of a hospital. "I'm sorry, we tried everything we could, but Raymond isn't getting any better. You should go inside and bid farewell to him!" Shaun Haynes frowned worriedly and said, "Doc, will you please try something else? If my father can't make it, all the properties of the Haynes family will be bequeathed to the government... oh, what to do... none of us have even seen Joanna over the years. Damn it, and my father, too. We don't know what he was thinking. How could he ignore his grandsons who keep him accompanied every day while only caring for that wretched daughter of mine!" Everyone in the Haynes family was miserable these days. Raymond, Shaun's father, drafted an odd will on his deathbed. He left 51% of the Haynes Group to his eldest granddaughter, Joanna. As for the other members of the Haynes family, they would inherit only 10%. In other words, Joanna would become the largest shareholder of the Haynes Group. Yet, according to the additional condition to the will, if Joanna did not show up before Raymond's death, all the properties of the Haynes family would go straight to the government. So, the Haynes family had been looking for Joanna desperately for these days. However, it was like Joanna had disappeared from the world! No one ever heard from her and saw her even once since she and Bruce got divorced. "The way I see it, that girl is simply going against us on purpose! No one knows where the hell she has been for all those years!" Shaun's second wife, Ingrid Haynes, was cursing furiously, and her face twisted a little. Back then, she, with the twins in her belly, kicked Joanna and Joanna's mother out of the family. Then Ingrid gave birth to her third son, thinking that her position in the family was absolutely secured. She had never expected that she would have nothing in the end. Of all three children of hers, the old man still favored that Joanna girl. "Dad, Mom, Grandpa's awake!" "Joann... my Joanna..." Raymond had been in a coma for more than a dozen days. His hours were numbered. And before his death, his only concern was for his eldest granddaughter, Joanna. Joanna had been missing for four years, and that worried Raymond so much. He even suspected that Ingrid might have somehow murdered his beloved granddaughter. "Dad, aren't Rick, Ryan and Roxy all your grandchildren? Your will is not fair! You basically leave nothing to them! They might as well just go out on the street and beg for a living if you insist on donating everything to the government!" "Joann... Let me see Joann. You won't get a penny before that..." Ingrid shouted in a low voice, "It's been four years, Raymond! Who knows where she's gone? Plus, if she really cares for you, how can she not show up to see you for the last time?" A hint of impatience crossed Roxanne's eyes, and she couldn't help but ask, "Bruce, do you know where my sister has been?" Bruce froze because he did not know the answer to this question. Four years ago, after their divorce, Bruce thought Joanna was going to keep harassing him or at least make a scene! Unexpectedly, the next day, Joanna moved out. She took nothing with her but her IDs, not even the bank card that had 100 million dollars in it. And in these four years, there had been no news of her at all. Of course, as proud as Bruce was, he never contacted her either. It had been four years! Still, Bruce didn't believe she would let go so easily! He had prepared so many plans to get rid of her as long as she showed up. Yet it turned out that he didn't need any of them! She just disappeared from his world completely. "Joann... Joann!" "Oh, come on, Grandpa's dying! Go get the doctors..." The ECG monitor told everyone that Raymond's heartbeat was stopping. In tears, his family members all gathered around the bed! They were crying, not for Raymond's approaching death, but for the properties that were about to be donated! Tap, tap, tap... From the hospital corridor came the sound of high heels! Creak. The door of the ward was pushed open. The one who came in was wearing a custom-made white suit! A limited-edition bag was in her hands, and the oversized sunglasses covered most of her face. Her slender legs were long enough, but the high-heeled shoes brought them out even more. She walked in with the ice-cold-beauty sort of vibe, seeming to cause the temperature in the ward to drop a few. "Who is this woman? Did we know her? Who allowed her to be here?" "It's me. I'm here to see my grandpa!" Joanna took off her sunglasses slowly and walked towards the bed. "Joanna!" The others all gasped. She had changed so much. Her long dark hair that she used to keep straight had become curly brown. It used to reach her waist, but now the end of it was dancing around her shoulder. She had changed completely from the next-door sweet girl to a mature, sexy career lady! What was even more remarkable was that Joanna appeared to be much fitter than before. Meanwhile, the innocence in that pair of eyes had also been emptied. By simply looking into her eyes, one could tell that she must have experienced a lot in the past years! "Joanna? Oh, finally, Joanna! The Haynes family will be ruined if you don't show up..." For the first time ever, all the members of the Haynes family were so glad to see Joanna. "I'm sorry, grandpa. I'm sorry I'm late!" "Joann," Raymond called out and hardly opened his eyes, "I'm glad that you are safe and alive. Oh, I can finally be relieved..." With that, Raymond reached out, but the next second, his hand fell back on the bed weakly, his head tilted, and his eyes shut! Beep! The ECG was beeping, declaring Raymond's death! "Grandpa? Grandpa!" Joanna called out, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew that her grandpa was the only Haynes that ever cared about her! "Ah, come on, stop those fake tears! You would have been here long ago if you ever cared about grandpa! Now that it's time to talk about inheritance, you came?" said Shaun's eldest son, Derick. The sarcasm in his tone was obvious. He had never taken Joanna as his elder sister, and now that she was the biggest beneficiary of Raymond's legacy, Derick hated Joanna even more! "Enough of that. Call someone and get the funeral arranged first!" said Shaun. Reasonably grieving as he patted Joanna on the shoulder. "Joann, now that you're back, move back home!" Ingrid's lips curled in disdain, but she was saying merrily, "That's right, come and live with us! Also, your grandfather made a will on his deathbed. He wants you to inherit 51% of the Haynes Group. The illness must have confused his brain. How could he leave such a large enterprise to a girl who knows nothing about it? Joann, you're still young and dumb. Just let your father continue to run the business." Ingrid said it as if Joanna was meant to follow her instructions. Deep down, Ingrid was convinced that Joanna was just as stupid as her mother! By the time Joanna moved back to their house, she would be in Ingrid's full control. Joanna was expressionless. She said coldly, "I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to take care of grandpa first." "Yeah, yeah, you're right on this. Raymond's funeral is the most important thing now. Everything else can be postponed." ##Chapter 3 Jaydon Grimm It was late afternoon after the mortuary house picked up Raymond's body. Joanna walked out of the hospital with the others. "Where do you live? My driver will give you a ride!" Bruce said. His voice was kind of hoarse because Joanna had not spoken to him once before this. Joanna smiled politely and shook the car keys in her hand. "Thanks, but I drove here." The indifferent look on her face made it look like she was simply being polite to a total stranger. Yet Roxanne took it that Bruce was hitting on Joanna. Her face fell, and quickly, she held Bruce's arm affectionately, saying, "Joann, why don't you move back in with us? At least, you don't have to be alone, and..." "It's easier for me to stay in a hotel. Bye!" Joanna waved politely and headed for the underground parking. Soon, a silver Bentley pulled out of the parking lot, and it roared off while in front of the crowd. "It seems that my sister has been living a good life these years! She could enjoy such a rich life without any help from the family." Bruce did not reply. During the four years when Joanna had been gone, for various reasons, Bruce did not marry Roxanne. Moreover, with these four years, he realized that Roxanne was simply not the one for him. The only reason that he did not break up with Roxanne was because of his family. The Haynes family was a wealthy one, but it was nothing compared with the Everetts. However, the elders of both families were close friends. That was why the Everett family had always been taking care of the Haynes family. Except for that, there was another crucial reason. Ten years ago, Bruce nearly drowned while he swam, and it was Roxanne who saved him. Ever since then, he swore that he would love and protect this girl for the rest of his life. "Joann has always been striving since she was just a kid. She is smart and good with men, too. See her fancy clothes and car? She must have hooked up with some wealthy fellow again. Unlike her, Roxy, you are always stupid and innocent, and people all try to take advantage of you." Ingrid seemed to be praising Joanna, but it was not hard to recognize what she was implying. "Mom, what are you talking about?" "Oh, I just want you to learn from Joann. Do you see how good she's been doing? Girls like her are never for us to be worried about wherever she goes. There aren't many girls as smart as her anymore." Bruce somehow was a little upset. "Ingrid, Roxy, I must go now. I have an important meeting tonight." "Yeah, sure. Drive safe, alright?" said Ingrid with a flattering smile, afraid of offending her daughter's promising husband-to-be. Bruce said nothing more, turned around, and got into a car... Having watched Bruce's car disappear, Roxanne stamped her foot in anger. She complained, "It's all your fault, Mom! You should never have put that bitch Joanna in Bruce's bed six years ago. Bruce never mentions marrying me again. And now that Joanna's back, what are we gonna do?" Ingrid gritted her teeth grumpily. What her daughter complained about was what Ingrid regretted the most. She had it all well-designed six years ago. First, she had Joanna drugged. Then she sent the girl straight to Bruce's room, convinced that Bruce was too drunk to do anything. After that, Ingrid informed a group of Paparazzi, suggesting they write a drama about how Joanna threw herself in her brother-in-law's arms. Ingrid did so because she was expecting that once Joanna had brought dishonor to the family, the girl would be deprived of the right of inheritance. Yet she did not expect that it would backfire. Bruce actually slept with Joanna. And then things got out of her hands. Under the pressure of Raymond Haynes and Margaret Everett, Bruce ended up getting married to Joanna. Thinking of this, Ingrid said, "I did it for you, silly girl. Damn it, all because of your grandfather! That old shit has always favored that Joanna. Well, now that the old man's dead, let's see who can stand up for her this time" "But mom..." Roxanne was still worried. Even though Bruce had been good to her for years, she could see the frigidity in his eyes. The man seldom smiled ever since he divorced Joanna. Over the years, he had totally become a workaholic. Sometimes it took three or two months for Roxanne to see him around once. "Don't worry. That idiot Joanna is just as stupid as that dead mother of hers. We are falling out with her right now. Not until she gives up her share of the inheritance first..." Ten days later, it was Raymond's funeral. It was drizzling rain. All members of the Haynes family had arrived at the cemetery except for Joanna. On top of that, the finest people in Greyport also showed up to pay their respects. Not to mention the reporters that were gathering outside the cemetery. After all, Raymond Haynes was quite a big shot in Greyport. So, of course, his funeral was well-focused. "I heard Raymond willed the eldest daughter of the Haynes family to inherit the Haynes Group." "Oh, my god, that girl is really shrewd. She seduced her brother-in-law six years ago and forced her sister to leave. Then she became the one marrying into the Everett family instead of her sister, and now she's the director of the Haynes Group. That's impressive!" "Ha! So what? She's just a scheming woman. She was kicked out by the Everett family, wasn't she? Such a woman is simply disgusting." Ingrid was overjoyed when hearing the whispers of the crowd. Trying hard to maintain the sad look on her face, she said, "May I have your attention, please? First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming to Raymond's funeral, and..." A reporter cut in, "Mrs. Haynes, is it true that Joanna is going to take over the Haynes Group as the new leader?" Ingrid paused before replying, "I'm not gonna be disturbed by other things on this extremely distressing day. But for a company as big as the Haynes Group, one man's word alone can't take effect. We need a board meeting to pick the right executive director." "Mrs. Haynes, why isn't Joanna here on such an important day?" "Ha, that's the question you should ask her..." While she was saying, outside the cemetery suddenly came the sounds of engines. A stretch limo was making its way into the cemetery, followed by a fleet of Mercedes. "Look at that license plate. It seems to be Mr. Grimm's car!" The reporters went all excited and rushed towards the Rolls-Royce. Yes, that car belonged to Jaydon Grimm. There were two well-known wealthy young men in Greyport. One of them was Bruce Everett, and the other was Jaydon Grimm. He was the second son of the casino magnate in Venturas City, and he also ran an entertainment company called Starlight Media. Several new top stars in the showbiz were all artists under his company's control. Unlike Bruce, who kept a low profile, Jaydon had always been a man of publicity. The doors of the Rolls-Royce were opened slowly, and Jaydon stepped out first. "Wow, it's really Mr. Grimm!" The press swarmed forward like flies smelling blood. After Jaydon got out of the car, he turned to the other side and helped a woman who was dressed all in black out of the car like a real gentleman. "Is this...? Wow, it's Joanna Haynes!" "You gotta be kidding. What is Grimm doing with a woman like her?" As they were all astonished, one by one, came out two adorable kids wearing tiny black suits. The boys should be at the age of 3 to 4. And it was like a bomb, igniting everyone's interest. ----------------------------------------------------------- Due to the word limit, it can only be updated here! 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2,725,912	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2726016}'	Yes	2025-03-02 01:48	active	2672	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Please…." I beg. "He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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2,720,958	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2720956}'	Yes	2025-03-02 00:33	active	2668	Click to read full story 👉	🔥😎 No longer hiding herself, her various identities were revealed one by one. She was a multi-billionaire, superb doctor, Genius girl, and renowned designer. ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 1 The Return The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the desolate mountainside. The air was thick with tension as a middle-aged man approached the lonely grave. "Ms. Chapman, I'm here to take you back," he said, his voice polite but his face betraying his discomfort. He complained in his mind, 'This place is a mess. The roads are so tough that I almost tipped the car on the way here.' Sheila Chapman stood up from the tombstone, her eyes calm but cold. She was dressed in rough, plain clothes, but they were clean. There was something about her that didn't fit the poor, remote area. "Didn't Chester come to pick me up?" she asked, her voice as cold as the mountain air. "Mr. Larson is busy with work. He sent me instead. Everyone's waiting for you at home," the man replied, trying to hide his impatience. Sheila curled her lips into a cold laugh and thought, 'Clearly, work is more important than family in his mind, but I don't care. I have no feelings for that family anyway.' She glanced at the tombstone one last time. She was going back for one reason only: to find the person who had killed Nina Chapman, her mother, and get revenge. Even though Nina wasn't her biological mother, Nina had been kinder than any blood relative. Sheila picked up the tattered bag beside her. "Let's go." The man looked at the bag in Sheila's hand but didn't say anything. 'She's from a small town, and it shows,' he wondered. After they walked to the car, Sheila sat in the back seat, her slender fingers playing on an old-fashioned phone. It was a card game. Three hundred and sixty cards with the system picking numbers for her to draw. Sheila's error rate: zero percent. "Ms. Chapman, Mr. and Mrs. Larson don't like people wasting time on games. You should put your phone away," the man said, trying to sound stern. Sheila looked up, her eyes flashing with a cold light. The man, seeing it in the rearview mirror, was startled. He thought, 'She's just a teenager, but her gaze is so terrifying.' "Shut up and drive," Sheila said coldly. Just then, she noticed something was wrong with the car's speed. "Hit the brakes," she shouted calmly. She knew the area well; speeding downhill could easily cause an accident. The man reacted and hit the brakes, but it was too late. "The brakes are failing," he yelled. With a howl, the car careened out of control. In three seconds, Sheila reacted swiftly, opening the door and leaping out. The car and the driver plunged into the valley. Sheila rolled on the ground, landing on a small platform. Her knees were scraped and bleeding through her pants, but she didn't even glance at them. She looked into the valley, her face cold. The man sent to pick her up was probably dead. As Sheila got up, she heard a muffled groan. She looked up and saw a man leaning against a tree, his head drooping, a pool of blood on the ground. He had a national emblem on his arm. Sheila concluded in her mind, 'He's a soldier.' She walked over, knelt beside him, and reached out to check his condition. Feeling someone touch him, the man, Harold Foley, opened his eyes immediately, a flash of wariness in them. With years of experience, he quickly grabbed Sheila's slender wrist. "Let go if you don't want to die. There are bullet fragments in the bone. If you don't get them out in time, you'll lose your leg at best. You could bleed to death," Sheila said. Harold knew how strong his grip was. If he tightened it a bit more, he could break Sheila's wrist, but she didn't react at all. Her calmness was terrifying. Harold coughed and released Sheila's wrist, knowing her analysis was accurate. Sheila took out a knife from her tattered bag, disinfected it, and swiftly cut open the wound. She used tweezers to remove the bullet fragments from the bone. The whole process took less than a minute. Sheila raised an eyebrow, a flicker of admiration in her eyes. 'The man hasn't even winced,' she thought. Harold noticed her gaze and felt a sense of helplessness. He had been through so many battles, with countless scars and bullet wounds. This time, he had been ambushed and ended up here. The pain was nothing to him. Sheila tore a strip of cloth from her clothes and wrapped it around Harold's thigh to stop the bleeding. "What's your name?" Harold asked. Watching Sheila's fluid movements, he had a feeling she was no ordinary person. Sheila's eyes narrowed slightly. "Mind your own business when it comes to names," she said. As she spoke, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "Mr. Foley!" a voice called out, getting louder as it neared. Sheila knew Harold's people had arrived and he would survive now. She stood up and disappeared into the valley. "Mr. Foley, are you okay?" A group of special forces soldiers followed the trail of blood to find Harold. Harold looked at the spot where Sheila had vanished and slowly curled his lips into a smile. He glanced down to see a pink diamond necklace in his palm, which Sheila must have dropped when she bent over. 'We'll meet again,' he muttered inwardly. *** After a night of walking, Sheila put on a thin layer of a human-skin mask and rang the doorbell of the Larson residence. "Who are you looking for?" Linda Carter, a nanny, asked, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the ragged girl standing at the door. 'Where did this girl come from?' she thought. Sheila looked up lazily and replied, "I'm Sheila Chapman. You can call me Ms. Larson." "What a joke! Ms. Larson is upstairs playing the piano right now. I think you're some kind of scammer," Linda sneered, her lip curling in disgust. Sheila played with her old-fashioned phone and sneered, "And who are you?" "Me?" Linda raised her chin proudly. "I've been with the Larson family for two years, serving Ms. Larson personally." "Oh, so you're just another one of the Larson family's lapdogs," Sheila said nonchalantly. "What did you say?" Linda was instantly furious. "Who are you calling a dog?" "Whoever barks the loudest," Sheila retorted, her brows lifting slightly. She wasn't one to back down from a fight. If they wouldn't let her in, she had other ways. Just as Linda was about to start yelling, Sheila glanced at the keypad lock beside her. Her fingers moved swiftly, and in a few seconds, the lock clicked open. "You... you..." Linda's eyes widened in astonishment as the villa door swung open automatically. "How did you...?" Linda was so shocked that she could have swallowed an egg whole. The Larson residence's security system was top-notch, with state-of-the-art locks. However, in the blink of an eye, the door had opened by a stranger. "You're trespassing, you filthy beggar," Linda shouted. "What's all the fuss about?" Yvonne was about to leave the villa when she heard the commotion at the door and frowned. Linda quickly went to support her and explained, "Mrs. Larson, some beggar came out of nowhere claiming to be Ms. Larson. I'm going to drive her away right now." "Yvonne." A cold, clear voice reached Yvonne's ears. Yvonne looked in the direction of the voice, her perfectly maintained face showing a crack. 'Where did this ugly girl come from?' she thought. Just as Yvonne was about to have Linda throw the intruder out, Sheila slowly took out a pearl pendant and said, "Mrs. Larson, you should recognize this, right?" Chapter 2 The Outcast Yvonne stepped forward, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. "How... how do you have this?" Sheila let out a scornful laugh. "I've kept it since I was a kid. As far as I know, the Larson family gave it to me." "Aren't you supposed to be..." Yvonne's face drained of color. She took a step back but caught herself mid-sentence. The word "dead" hung in the air, unspoken. "What happened to me?" Sheila narrowed her eyes, pressing the question. The sight of Sheila's disfigured face nearly made Yvonne faint. She wondered, 'How could my daughter have ended up like this? After fifteen years apart, she looks unrecognizable, giving off the smell of a rough, small-town life.' "Linda, get her out of here now. I don't know her." Yvonne pointed at Sheila, trembling. She was desperate to rid herself of the embarrassing daughter. She thought, 'How could a high-society woman like me have such an ugly, vulgar child? It's impossible. I have only one precious daughter, Eunice.' Sheila stood her ground, her gaze icy and distant. She understood the car accident in the mountains wasn't an accident at all—it was intentional. There were people who wanted her gone for good. Just then, a warm voice broke the tension. "Sheila, my precious granddaughter, are you back?" Amanda appeared, leaning on her stick, her steps shaky. "Mom, why did you come out?" Yvonne quickly shifted her tone as she noticed Amanda. Amanda shot Yvonne a complicated look and said, "This is your own daughter." "Sheila, come here and let me see you," Amanda said, her eyes filling with tears. Sheila's icy demeanor softened a bit. It was Amanda who had sent for her. "Grandma." Sheila walked over and took Amanda's hand. "You've suffered so much these years," Amanda said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Come on, let's go inside." As Amanda led Sheila inside, Yvonne wanted to protest but held back, intimidated by Amanda's stern look. Inside the grand hall, Sheila looked around. The lavish foreign-style decor and the elegant spiral staircase were impressive, but that was all they were to her—nothing more. Sheila didn't care much about luxury. As long as she had a roof over her head, she was fine. Just then, Eunice Larson came down the stairs, and upon seeing the so-called "real" heiress, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She thought, 'The accident worked; Sheila was indeed disfigured. 'Dressed in shabby clothes and looking far from ideal, Sheila can't compete with me, not even in the slightest.' "Is it really Sheila?" Eunice asked sweetly, her voice dripping with false charm as she descended gracefully. Yvonne's face softened at the sight of her beloved daughter. "Eunice, why are you coming down? Did we disturb your piano practice? I'm so sorry." "No, Mom, I wanted to meet Sheila too." Eunice approached Sheila, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. She extended her hand and said, "Hi Sheila, I'm Eunice." Sheila studied her seemingly angelic sister. On the surface, Eunice looked gentle, but Sheila caught a flicker of malice in her eyes. "Sheila, Eunice is talking to you," Yvonne said, her irritation with Sheila's rudeness growing. "Oh," Sheila replied, nodding absentmindedly. Eunice's eyes swam with tears, making her seem almost pitiful. "Do you not like me, Sheila? I'm sorry. It's my fault for taking your place. If it weren't for me..." Eunice's voice trembled. "Please don't blame me, Sheila," she added, tightening her grip on Sheila's wrist. Feeling pain shoot through her, Sheila was about to shake Eunice off when suddenly, Eunice feigned a stumble, falling to the ground with a muffled groan. Tears streamed down her face. "Eunice," Yvonne yelled and dashed over, panic in her eyes. "My baby, are you okay?" "I'm fine, Mom. Don't blame Sheila. She's been through so much in that small town. It's only normal she'd be upset with me," Eunice said, playing the martyr. But Yvonne was having none of it. "Sheila, you lived in that small town for your health. This has nothing to do with Eunice. Don't take your frustrations out on her." "I didn't push her," Sheila said coldly, her gaze distant. "You didn't push her? So Eunice just fell on her own? I can't believe you're not just heartless but a liar too." Yvonne's disdain for Sheila deepened. 'Clearly, raising Sheila outside the family has been a huge mistake. She has no manners whatsoever.' Yvonne held Eunice close, patting her back and comforting her gently. "Yvonne, Sheila has just come back and isn't used to our lifestyle yet. Please watch your words," Amanda said firmly. Then, she beckoned Sheila closer. "Come here, Sheila. Let me get a good look at you." Just then, Chester walked in from work, surprised to see an extra person in the villa. "What's all the noise about? I could hear the commotion from outside. Who's this girl?" "Sheila, your daughter," Amanda huffed, her frustration clear. "She's been out there all this time, and you and Yvonne haven't even checked on her." Chester's expression shifted from surprise to concern. "She... how..." He nearly blurted out "ugly" but caught himself. He remembered the fire in that small town years ago. Sheila had barely survived. It was clear she had been through a lot, but her current appearance... it could damage the Larson family's reputation. "Dad," Sheila called softly, shifting her gaze. If she wanted to fit into the Larson family, she needed to play nice. Chester was the head of the family and had the final say. She couldn't afford to clash with him. Chester grunted in acknowledgment and nodded. "Since you're back, you might as well stay for now." "Chester, all the guest rooms are full. There's no space for her," Yvonne quickly jumped in, hoping to banish Sheila again. Chester frowned, "There must be an available room in this big villa." Yvonne pursed her lips and stayed quiet. Linda chimed in, trying to ease the awkwardness, "There's one in the basement." Deep down, she muttered, 'Everyone knows the basement is where the help stay—dark, damp, and messy. Perfect for someone like Sheila, who came from a poor, small town.' Yvonne nodded along. "Maybe she could stay down there for a few days while we clean up a guest room for her." Chester shrugged, feigning indifference. "Fine. Sheila, since you showed up out of the blue, how about you stay in the basement for now?" he said, trying to sound concerned. Sheila nodded obediently. "Okay." Chapter 3 She's A Pretty Good Doctor Eunice sneered, wondering how a girl from a small town thought she could compare herself to her. She thought, 'So what if she is the real daughter? She still has to stay in the basement.' "By the way... is it true that you never went to school, Sheila?" Eunice asked, pretending to be surprised. The question made Chester furrow his brows again. Sheila smirked. 'School? What's the big deal? Is it really necessary?' she wondered. "No, I never did," she answered honestly. Hearing that, Eunice sat up straighter, feeling a strange sense of pride. "How will you manage without schooling?" Amanda got worried from the side. She thought, 'After all, she's part of the Larson family. People might talk if they find out.' "Chester, make sure Sheila goes to the same school as Eunice, so they can support each other," Amanda suggested. Eunice chuckled softly, "Grandma, our school is the top one in Bryerton. Not just anyone can get in. Someone like Sheila... might find it a bit tough." "Yeah, she can't just get into Lynwood Academy through connections. They really focus on grades. Someone like Sheila, without a strong foundation, is going to have a tough time," Chester agreed. "But hey, there's a exam coming up at our school. If you pass, you could get a special invitation. Why don't you give it a try, Sheila?" Eunice suggested cleverly. It was just a trick. Eunice wanted Sheila to embarrass herself. 'Lynwood Academy's scores are announced for the whole school. Someone as clueless as Sheila is bound to be at the bottom. Getting in would be as hard as climbing Mount Everest,' Eunice thought. Sheila felt Lynwood Academy sounded familiar, like she had heard it somewhere before. "Sheila, what do you think? Are you going to take the exam?" Chester asked casually. Everybody knew the outcome would be the same either way. "Sure," Sheila agreed without hesitation. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll definitely help Sheila," Eunice said with fake sincerity. Sheila glanced at Eunice with indifference. She wondered, 'Help me? Eunice just wants me to leave the Larson family sooner, so why would she offer any help?' Sheila knew very well that Eunice had too many schemes in her mind but couldn't be bothered to expose them. As long as Eunice didn't push her limits, Sheila could overlook it. * At night, the basement was cold and damp, with cockroaches crawling back and forth. Sheila sat in the corner, seemingly unconcerned. Only the movement in her eyes showed she was still awake. She had just taken out a black gadget when the room's door suddenly swung open. Hearing the noise, Sheila narrowed her eyes swiftly. "A bumpkin from a small town dares to compete with Ms. Larson? Just wait and see how I handle you." Linda's harsh voice echoed. As she entered, Sheila noticed a disciplinary cane in her hand. A cold glint flashed in Sheila's eyes as the disciplinary cane came down. Linda was stunned... she watched, wide-eyed, as the disciplinary cane broke into two pieces and fell to the floor at her feet. "You..." Linda was even angrier now. "You little brat, how dare you fight back? You'll see how I deal with you today." With that, Linda rolled up her sleeves, ready to use her hands. Sheila's lips curled into a cold smile. "You? Really? What a joke!" The next moment, before Linda could move, she found her legs wouldn't work. Sheila pushed her into the corner, bending down as spoke coldly, "Are you looking for trouble?" Linda shivered. For some reason, she suddenly felt Sheila's presence become overpowering. "What... what do you want to do?" Sheila held Linda's chin, speaking softly, "If you don't want any trouble, stay put and don't bother me. I'm in a bad mood. If I get upset, who knows what might happen?" Linda shook like a leaf when she heard that. She couldn't figure out why Sheila's gaze was cold as if it came from a nightmare, even though Sheila was so young. Linda felt as if the air around her was getting thin. Feeling like her jaw was about to be crushed, Linda quickly begged, "I'm sorry, Ms. Chapman. Please have mercy on me." Sheila gave a slight scoff, released her grip, and stood up. Then she took out a tissue to wipe her fingers, looking very disgusted, as if she had just touched something dirty. After breaking free, Linda took deep breaths of fresh air—it felt like she was alive again. "I'm staying in your room tonight," Sheila said casually and confidently headed toward Linda's room. Linda's room was spacious with soft cushions. Most importantly, it was quiet. Sheila sat on a chair and opened a sleek laptop, a model not seen on the market, small and light but incredibly fast. She glanced down at the messages. A group chat called "Love-Hate" had several new messages. Doofus: [Hey Puppy, there's a 25 million-dollar task on the site. Are you taking it?] Doofus: [This is your specialty. The surgery can get you 25 million in just a few minutes.] Doofus: [No one's taken it yet. Go for it, Puppy.] Sheila glanced at them and replied coolly, [Not taking it.] Doofus: [Seriously? Puppy, are you out of your mind? You're turning down 25 million dollars?] Sheila looked up and yawned. [Not interested.] Doofus: [Either you're crazy or I am. You're really turning your nose up at 25 million dollars?] Sheila rested her chin on her hand. [I don't need the money.] The group chat went silent. Everyone knew their boss only took tasks when she was in the mood. * "The miracle doctor isn't taking any cases," Troy Sawyer said, pursing his lips in frustration with an anxious look on his face. Meanwhile, Harold sat calmly in his wheelchair, holding a pink diamond necklace with an unreadable expression. "Harold, say something. The doctors said if you don't start treatment for your leg right away, it might be too late," Troy added, feeling irritated and running a hand through his hair. It was like one person staying calm while another panicked. "It's just a leg," Harold replied slowly. Troy was both confused and surprised. He asked, "Do you really not care about yourself? How are you going to settle down or have kids without a leg?" Harold smiled, though his charming eyes showed no hint of a smile. "Just being alive is a blessing. How can I ask for more? Besides, when did I ever say I wanted to get married?" Deep down, he muttered, 'I'm not interested in marriage, let alone having kids.' "I'm done talking to you. I'm going to find the doctor," Troy said, waving a hand and refocusing on the task of finding the doctor. Harold lowered his gaze, rubbing the pink diamond and thinking, 'She's a pretty good doctor. Just not sure where she is now. 'I've checked; not too many people live in the town, and only one person matches her age. She's Sheila Chapman, eighteen years old. Her mother died for unknown reasons, and now she's already left the town. 'That's all the information available; nothing else could be found.' Harold let out a laugh. "Sheila..." Harold murmured, "Well hidden, but... shouldn't be hard to find." He wondered, 'For anyone I want to find, I always can.' Chapter 4 Want To Hit Him The annual major exam at Lynwood Academy began. Sheila shoved her hands into her pockets, confidently walking through the campus with a straight back. Her deep eyes were mesmerizing. Judging by her posture, she was impressive, but her face... "Wow, where did such an unattractive woman come from?" "Seeing someone like that is sure to give me nightmares. Oh my... she's really not attractive." "Even though she has a pretty good figure, her plainness is quite unforgettable." "She's not here to take the exam, right? We better not end up in the same room, or it'll just ruin our concentration." The students around Sheila openly expressed their disdain. Sheila pretended not to hear and walked with confidence toward her exam room. The exam seating was open. Those who arrived early could pick their seat. Sheila scanned the room and planned to go for a seat in the second row. A girl quickly stood up, saying, "This seat is reserved." "This one's reserved too." "Hey, move to the back. Don't ruin our vibe here." The sound of taunts filled the room. Sheila looked up, her face blank. She eventually moved to a seat in the corner in front of the trash can. She had just set her backpack down when a hefty boy approached and flipped the desk. "Who let you sit here? Piss off. You're blocking my view." It was Chad Leach, and he wasn't much to look at himself. He had a temper and used his family's wealth to bully others. He happened to want to sit next to Sheila and was bothered by the sight of someone he found unattractive every time he turned his head. As Sheila watched her things being scattered all over the place, a cold glint appeared in her eyes. She looked up, her gaze as icy as frost. "Wow, your appearance is really something else. How do you even have the nerve to show up? And you dare take the Lynwood Academy exam," Chad shouted and exaggeratedly pretended to gag. "Just leave already," Chad added, pointing toward the door. Unfazed, Sheila replied coolly, "I'm here for the exam. If I bother you, deal with it." Chad was surprised that Sheila dared to talk back. He stomped on Sheila's backpack, hands on his hips arrogantly. "Girl, what makes you think you can sit next to me? You aren't even worthy of being near me." Everyone who witnessed that couldn't help but burst into laughter. Sheila looked up with disdain. It had been a long time since her last fight, mainly because no one had dared to provoke her for a long while. Seeing Chad acting so annoyingly made her want to hit him. Sheila rolled up her sleeves, and in the next second, she kicked Chad. The voice of Chad's scream echoed through the classroom. He was kicked right into the trash can, covered in garbage, and a foul odor filled the room. Everyone was dumbfounded. Someone thought, 'This unfamiliar girl actually took down Chad. And what's more... I didn't even see her move. She was so fast. I have no clue what just happened.' "How dare you?" Chad shouted, clutching his stomach in embarrassment and anger. "Do you even know who my mom is? You dared to hit me? I'm warning you, you're in big trouble now," Chad added, struggling to get back on his feet. Eunice walked in just at the right moment to catch the entire scene. She paused briefly and then got the full story from her neighbor at the desk. Eunice grinned slightly and thought, 'Well... Sheila's in trouble. She hasn't started school yet already caused a huge mess. There's no way she'll get into Lynwood Academy now.' * Sheila casually picked up her backpack from the floor and set the desk upright. "Your mom can do whatever she likes, but let me ask you this—can I sit here or not?" Sheila was a polite girl and didn't intend to offend. Chad looked at Sheila's stern expression and was taken aback. Remembering the kick from earlier, he felt a bit uneasy. He trembled and said, "You're just a weirdo. I won't let this slide." With that, he rushed out of the classroom like he was escaping. The commotion came to an end. Sheila lowered her eyes and repeatedly wiped the desk. She had a strong dislike for germs, particularly disliking things touched by others and considering them dirty. * Meanwhile, at the Foley Manor, Harold quietly painted with a brush in hand, as warm amber light cast gentle shadows on his handsome face. But... it was just an illusion. The painting depicted various types of bullets. The last one was the one lodged in his bone, which was why he was now using a wheelchair. There was a cold glint in Harold's eyes as he remembered his final mission: to be the first to find Nightingale and acquire the cutting-edge weapon manufacturing techniques. But unexpectedly... he was ambushed halfway by foreign Celestians. He fought off a dozen men alone. Eventually, he escaped, but... not without some injuries. A man in black said respectfully, "Mr. Foley, we've found out. Sheila Chapman is from the Larson family. When she was three, she was constantly sick, so the Larsons saw her as a bad omen and abandoned her in a small town. "Now, her grandmother wants to restore her to her rightful place and has sent someone to bring her back." 'Larson family?' Harold thought and narrowed his eyes. 'Who would have thought someone so remarkable would emerge from the Larsons? It must be the culmination of good deeds earned over generations.' "Where is she now?" Harold set the paintbrush aside. "At Lynwood Academy. Ms. Chapman is taking the exam." Harold slightly squinted, a faint smile appearing on his lips. 'Still in school? Quite young. It's only right to repay her for saving my life. I should go myself,' he thought to himself. * Thirty minutes into the third test, the classroom door suddenly swung open. "Who's messing with my son?" a heavyset woman demanded angrily. Everyone looked up at the door. The proctor was briefly taken aback, then smiled and quickly walked over. "Mrs. Leach, what's happening? Who's bothering Chad?" Joanna pulled Chad in front of her, frustrated. "I should be the one asking you what happened. Chad got hit by some weird kid, and I'm going to make sure he gets the fairness he deserves today." The proctor felt a nervous sweat on her forehead as she watched Joanna's domineering attitude. Joanna had just been promoted to dean of students and was said to be well-connected in the school—certainly not someone an ordinary teacher could confront. "Mrs. Leach, don't worry. I'll take care of this right away," the proctor quickly reassured Joanna. Then, with a serious expression, she looked at the students taking the test. "Who did it? Stand up right now." Sheila glanced at her test paper; there was just one question left. She thought, 'What bad timing. Some clueless people have shown up, and I won't be able to finish it now.' Sheila extended her long legs, stood up at a leisurely pace, and lazily leaned against the white wall, her big eyes lifting slightly. "Looking for me?" she asked. Chapter 5 Teaching Him Some Manners Joanna glanced over to the corner. Seeing the face that displeased her, she pretended to gag. "How could you show your face in public like that?" she said. Sheila shot her a sharp look and snorted, "You're one to talk, acting like you're superior. We're both not perfect..." Joanna's face turned red with fury. "How dare you insult me?" she shouted. She was furious about the comment on her weight. With the whole class watching, she needed to handle the situation if she wanted to maintain her authority at school. "So, it was you who hit my son, wasn't it?" Joanna narrowed her eyes, a flash of ferocity crossing her face. Sheila barely lifted her gaze and replied, "I was just teaching him some manners." "How dare you? You've got the nerve to upset my son? I'll teach you a lesson," Joanna said, rolling up her sleeves and picking up a wooden stick nearby. "Mrs. Leach, please calm down. Let me call Mr. Emerson to handle this," the proctor said, worried about how things were escalating. If something really happened in her testing room, it would be a disaster. Joanna shot an annoyed look at the proctor. "What? Do I need Mr. Emerson's approval to discipline a student now?" "That's not what I meant at all," the proctor replied, almost in tears. "Get out of my way." Joanna pushed the proctor aside and walked straight toward Sheila. Sheila stood calmly in place, not moving at all. If someone was so eager to get into trouble, she was more than happy to watch it happen. "How dare you mess with my son? You're going to regret it today." Joanna stood in front of Sheila, her angry expression obvious. Chad was all smiles, knowing that with Joanna around, he didn't have to worry about anything. 'That rude girl dared to hit me, huh? My mom is definitely going to teach her a good lesson,' he thought. "Mom, beat her up and make her regret it," Chad said as he casually picked up some sunflower seeds and settled in to watch. The other students watched with a similar attitude, since they didn't like Sheila either. 'She looks so odd that just looking at her for a moment longer might haunt my dreams,' someone thought. Joanna swung the stick down hard toward Sheila's body. Sheila remained unfazed. Just as the stick nearly brushed her hair, Sheila's eyes narrowed, and the stick snapped in mid-air. One piece fell to the ground while the other stayed in Sheila's hand. She turned the stick and gave Joanna a firm smack on the backside. The whole sequence of moves was so smooth and fast that it left everyone stunned. Even those close to Sheila couldn't catch it clearly—she was moving so quickly that there were afterimages. Joanna let out a loud scream, completely losing her cool. The instigator, Sheila, smirked with a hint of disdain in her eyes. She thought, 'Is that all she's got? What gives her the nerve to act so arrogantly in front of me?' She folded her arms and looked down at Joanna. "You... you actually dared to hit me," Joanna said, clutching her butt. It hurt so much... She was sure it was swollen, but that spot was just too embarrassing. Sheila nodded calmly. "You were trying to hit me, so why shouldn't I hit back? I'm not stupid." Sheila was speechless, feeling Joanna was not only useless but also stupid and slow-witted. Joanna's face turned red with anger. It was the first time she'd encountered a student brave enough to stand up to her. "You're finished. Don't even think about getting into our school. We don't accept students who aren't up to standard," she shouted furiously. Sheila's gaze turned piercing. She curled her lips and spoke coldly, "What? Planning to throw your weight around?" Getting into the academy would be a breeze on Sheila's own merit. But if Joanna started playing dirty, things could get complicated. Sheila might actually miss out on her spot. Joanna glared at Sheila with gritted teeth. "As long as I'm here, I'll make sure you never step foot in our school. Let me tell you, I have a lot of influence at Lynwood Academy." "I see." Sheila nodded thoughtfully. "So you think you're more important than the principal?" Just then, a middle-aged man strolled over. "Who's calling for me?" The man was Charles Emerson, the principal of Lynwood Academy. He was one of the key figures in Bryerton, had considerable influence, and his role as principal was well-deserved. Beside Charles was Harold in a wheelchair. His eyes were deep and intense, and his striking features carried a hint of chill. Even with a wheelchair, his impressive presence was hard to overlook. Sheila glanced over and then casually looked away. 'What a coincidence. I didn't expect to see my patient here,' she thought. Sheila was somewhat bad with faces and usually didn't bother remembering people. She remembered Harold probably because his exceptional features made him stand out from others, leaving a lasting impression. At the same time, Sheila noticed Harold's gaze. She wondered, 'He probably hasn't recognized me; after all, I now have a noticeable scar on my face. 'However, whether he recognizes me or not doesn't matter. He's just a passerby anyway.' Sheila lowered her head without any further reaction. Harold played with the ring on his thumb, his smile growing wider. 'That scar is quite intriguing,' he thought to himself. Joanna beamed when she saw Charles. "Mr. Emerson, this... uh, this candidate maliciously hurt others. I wanted to give her a talking-to, but she even hit me. A student like this should be immediately disqualified from the exam and banned from entering Lynwood Academy forever." Joanna was quick to accuse, acting like the victim. She wondered, 'I'm the dean of students, so Mr. Emerson has to show me some respect. As for that plain student, well... she's in real trouble.' Joanna let out a cold laugh, thinking that she would definitely stop Sheila from entering the school since Sheila dared to hit her. Charles stood there, not saying a word—his presence alone was enough to make everyone feel the weight of the moment. He was waiting for Sheila to speak. Sheila showed respect to Charles. She raised her head, her expression gentle but her voice strong and determined. "I just want to take the exam peacefully, but her son insulted me and doesn't want me sitting here." "She's making it up." Joanna immediately denied it. "My son is so well-mannered. How could he have insulted her? I think she is just jealous of my son and is fabricating this on purpose." Sheila scoffed, "Jealous of an idiot? He failed math in sophomore year, was caught cheating in a foreign language the next year, and was disqualified from competitions. Without a supportive mother, he wouldn't even be in school right now. Do you think I'd be jealous?" Sheila spoke quickly without making a mistake. Even the students nearby were surprised. Someone wondered, 'This girl isn't from our class, so how does she know everything so well? 'Moreover, Joanna has already brushed the cheating incident under the rug long ago. Very few people know about it.' When Joanna heard Sheila state the facts accurately, she panicked a little. "Mr. Emerson, don't listen to this girl talking nonsense. You... you know, my son always follows the rules." Chapter 6 In Return Charles rubbed his forehead and replied, "What's this about the fight then?" Sheila stood her ground confidently. "I did hit her, but she deserved it. You can check the surveillance camera footage and see who's right and who's wrong." As soon as Sheila finished speaking, Harold handed his electronic tablet over to Charles. Sheila's eyesight was quite good, and she could see the image on the screen clearly. It was exactly what had just happened in the classroom. She was curious about why Harold was helping her. A few minutes later, Charles finished watching the video, and his expression immediately turned serious. "Mr. Emerson, let's handle this later. We shouldn't interrupt the students' tests." Joanna, realizing she was at a disadvantage, tried to smooth over the issue. But Sheila wasn't going to just let it go. If Joanna managed to bluff her way out, Sheila might really lose her chance to enroll in the school. "I heard your school is known for being fair. Whether it's the principal or a staff member, if they make a mistake, they're held accountable. Is that true?" Sheila straightened up, staring directly at Charles, her eyes filled with resolve. She was young, yet when facing someone as important as Charles, she showed no fear—in fact, she seemed to have the upper hand in presence. Harold had been watching the whole time. 'The look in her eyes matches the one she had that day,' he thought. 'This girl is anything but ordinary. She's a hidden gem.' Charles was taken aback too. He had noticed Sheila's plain looks and thin frame, figuring she'd be the shy, meek type. But she wasn't holding back at all. Charles nodded. "What you said is indeed one of our school's rules. I just watched the video, and it's clear that Chad was at fault first. Chad, now apologize." With a serious expression, Charles turned to Chad. Chad's eyes widened in frustration. He didn't want to apologize. With the dean of students as his mother, he always got his way, so he didn't feel he had to back down. Chad remained defiant. Joanna gave a slight grin. "It's just a small issue. Let's not blow it out of proportion." Joanna naturally took her son's side. "And anyway, that girl just hit me, and I haven't even addressed that yet," Joanna spoke with confidence because she had someone backing her up. She didn't even notice she was being disrespectful to Charles. "Joanna." Charles's expression changed at Joanna's boldness. "Chad was the one who started the issue, and you went too far with your words earlier; you should apologize." Joanna rolled her eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong, so I'm not going to apologize." Joanna blatantly ignored Charles's authority; after all, he couldn't kick her out over something so trivial. Sheila remained calm and walked over to Joanna. "Mrs. Leach, are you so confident because you have some strong support behind you?" "What are you talking about?" Joanna reacted as if she'd been startled, almost jumping in surprise. Sheila shrugged her shoulders, pretending to be helpless. "I just happened to overhear some juicy gossip." With that, she played a recording. "Mr. Lennon, I just want the position of dean of students. Isn't that something you can arrange with a few words?" "Sure, as long as you keep me happy tonight. Not only will you secure that spot, but your son's graduation will be guaranteed." Before Sheila arrived, she had already unearthed all the secrets of the top executives, just in case. But who would've thought... the first test would lead to this? She felt quite helpless. The info she had just found came in handy. Meanwhile, Harold's expression changed. He thought, 'Every top executive at Lynwood Academy has some real skills, and their information is so well-encrypted that even hackers can't access it. Yet, how did she manage to have such a clear recording?' Harold pressed his lips together, suddenly feeling like things were getting more interesting. At first, he was just curious about her, but now he wanted to know more. "Turn it off. Turn it off now!" Joanna lunged at Sheila, desperately trying to snatch the recorder, but before she could reach Sheila, she tumbled to the ground, landing awkwardly at Sheila's feet. "These are all fake. I didn't say any of it." Joanna loudly defended herself. Sheila handed the recording directly to Charles. His face grew darker; he could tell if the recording was real or fake. "Well, Joanna, I never expected you to team up with the vice principal. From today on, the school will terminate both you and Shawn. You are no longer qualified to teach at Lynwood Academy," Charles declared firmly. "Mr. Emerson, I've been wrongfully accused. I—" Joanna hadn't finished her sentence when she saw a woman angrily marching toward her. The woman, Shawn Lennon's wife, yelled, "Well, well, so that's why Shawn's been coming home with a woman's hair on him. Turns out you're trying to seduce him? "If Shawn had been dating a nice girl, I wouldn't be this upset. Just look at you, not much in the looks or figure department, what exactly does he see in you?" Shawn's wife stood there, hands on her hips, furious. Her mocking words echoed in Joanna's ears. Before Joanna could respond, she felt a chill run up her spine as Shawn's wife started pulling her hair. "You shameless homewrecker, just watch how I'll teach you a lesson today for daring to flirt with my husband." Shawn's wife wasn't someone to be trifled with. Grabbing Joanna's hair, she slapped her face repeatedly, each slap sounding loud. Charles had already fired Joanna, so technically she was no longer part of their school, meaning he had no authority to intervene in what happened now. 'Everything is a result of Joanna's own choices,' he thought. Sheila listened to the screams, her expression unchanged; she was used to it. Those who got on her bad side always ended up the same way. "Thank you for helping me gather evidence," Charles said as he approached Sheila, genuinely expressing his gratitude. Sheila wasn't hesitant; she nodded slightly. "Glad to help." Charles was a bit surprised; he didn't think it was the typical response from a student. Nonetheless, he didn't say much, considering she wasn't a student at Lynwood Academy just yet. Charles turned back to Harold. "Mr. Foley, let's discuss the investment in my office." Harold nodded. "Sure, I'll meet up with you later." "Sounds good. I'll be waiting in my office," Charles said and left ahead. Sheila toned down her intensity, her expression becoming calm. As she passed by Harold, she caught a faint whiff of tea, which seemed to calm her nerves and ease her irritation a bit. Curious, Sheila deliberately slowed her pace and finally stopped. "Thanks for before," Sheila said with a neutral expression. Harold's help was obvious, so Sheila wanted to show her appreciation. A soft chuckle escaped Harold's throat. "A little something in return." "What?" Sheila tilted her head in confusion, not getting what he meant by those words. "I couldn't just stand by while so many were picking on you," Harold said softly. Sheila gave a slight smile. 'This guy seems different. Everyone else seems to dislike me, but he thinks I'm worth helping?' she wondered. "Oh," Sheila responded coolly. Harold watched Sheila walk away with a hint of resignation and a smile on his lips. He felt the school was really holding her back. Chapter 7 I Helped You Again Sheila took a few steps and then suddenly stopped. Harold slowly raised his eyes, wondering what had made her change her mind this time. "The medication you're using might be expensive, but it has some serious side effects. "It can ease the pain for a while, but eventually, your leg muscles might weaken, making it hard for you to walk again," Sheila said calmly. She figured it was her way of repaying his earlier kindness. "Oh?" Harold smiled. "Do you know about medicine?" "Not really. I'm just guessing," Sheila replied and then continued walking toward the nearby small grove. It was a faster route. Harold pondered this, surprised that Sheila could identify the medication just by its smell. When he looked up again, she was already out of sight. But in the next moment, Harold's expression suddenly sharpened. The small grove was always a bit sketchy. * "Hey there, all by yourself?" A guy with red hair whistled, checking Sheila out. He thought, 'Her face isn't the best, but... as long as her figure is good, I can just ignore the face later.' "Get out of my way," Sheila said coldly. "Wow, pretty feisty. What are you gonna do if I don't let you go?" The red-haired guy looked at Sheila's body with a creepy grin. "Hey girl, how did you manage to have such a different face and body?" The guy's tone was becoming more inappropriate. The group of guys behind him couldn't help but laugh. "Boss, can you actually go for someone you find unattractive?" "Let's see," the red-haired guy said, swallowing hard. Sheila listened to their crude remarks, her expression growing colder. She'd been disillusioned with men her whole life, especially those who couldn't think beyond their impulses. "I'm telling you again, move aside," Sheila said, giving them a chance. But if they blew it, well, it would be their problem. The red-haired guy, fueled by Sheila's challenge, got even more hyped. "You want me to move? Maybe I've been too easy on you?" he said, stepping forward and trying to grab Sheila. He wondered, 'The girl isn't very attractive, but her exposed arms... her skin looks soft and inviting to touch.' He swallowed again, even more tempted. But before he could reach out to Sheila, Sheila's lips curled into a chilly smile. Just a few inches from her, she suddenly raised her hand, and with a sharp snap... the red-haired guy's wrist hung limply. It was broken. The guy was shocked, his eyes wide open. Her speed was so fast; he didn't even realize it until he felt his wrist snap. "Boss!" The guys behind him immediately got fired up, seeing their leader in trouble. "Come on, everyone. Let's get her back for what she did to the boss. She dared to break his wrist. Let's teach her a lesson," someone said. "Never mind me. Just restrain her first," the red-haired guy said, furious. He had never been put in his place by a girl. Sheila calmly wiped her fingers. As the group rushed at her, she didn't even bat an eye. In the next moment, Sheila's hair moved a little as a guy's fist swung straight at her face. If that punch connected, she'd definitely be in trouble. Sheila quickly moved her feet, dodging out of harm's way. She narrowed her eyes, a chilly glint at the corners. 'Five guys at once? That's really low,' she thought. "You've got some moves," one of the guys admitted between breaths after a few exchanges, surprised they couldn't handle a single girl. Harold, who had just arrived, paused at a short distance when he saw the scene, squinting slightly as he kept his eyes on Sheila. Her speed was amazing. But then he noticed a man in the distance holding a knife and running toward Sheila from behind. "Look out," Harold shouted and quickly steered his motorized wheelchair toward Sheila. Just as the knife was about to reach her, he grabbed her, pulling her safely into his arms. Sheila lost her balance and ended up sitting on Harold's lap. He grunted but quickly turned his wheelchair, stretching out his good leg and knocking two men to the ground. Seizing the moment, Sheila flicked two silver needles from her hand, dropping two more men to the ground. Throughout the entire episode, they didn't exchange a single word, but their teamwork was flawless. The men were sprawled on the ground, unable to rise. Sheila shot a cold glance at them. "Want to try again?" The guys exchanged looks. The red-haired one gestured at them. "You just wait. One day, I'll settle this score," one of the guys declared, and after that, they shuffled away, leaning on each other. Harold looked down, a smile playing on his lips. "Hey girl, seems like I helped you again." That familiar scent hit Sheila once more, her eyes darkening slightly. She stood up, masking her unease with a calm demeanor. "Thank you." "This time it was a life-saving favor," Harold remarked, twisting the ring on his thumb with a smile. Sheila furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment before she slowly said, "I can fulfill one request for you." "Anything I want?" Harold asked, intrigued. Sheila let out a small sigh, casually saying, "Yes." She thought, 'In this world, there's nothing I can't accomplish. Plus... I'm somewhat interested in this man. When I was sitting on his lap, I confirmed once more that his scent actually had a calming effect on me. 'My mania has become quite severe. If it continues, it will start affecting my sleep and that's troublesome. But this guy... he can help calm me down.' "Alright," Harold nodded, his smile widening when he saw Sheila. "I'm Harold Foley. How about we exchange numbers on WhatsApp? That way, I can get in touch with you." Sheila nodded, thought for a moment, and then said slowly, "I don't have a smartphone with internet access." It sounded like she was making an excuse, but it was true. She was almost completely disconnected from the outside world. When she received assignments, they were always via a private network. "But unless something unexpected happens, I'll be taking classes at this school, so you can find me here," Sheila added, realizing her previous words might have seemed a bit distant. Harold gave a slight smirk. "Okay." Sheila brushed the dust off her clothes and looked down. "I've got some things to take care of, so I'm leaving now." "Don't take this route next time. It's not safe," Harold advised her from behind. Hearing the voice momentarily distracted Sheila, but she quickly pulled herself together and walked away. "Hey Harold, what are you doing here?" Troy had asked around before finally finding Harold. "Seriously, did you come here alone for a walk in this small grove?" Troy's lips curled slightly. He was confused. He muttered in his mind, 'This place is clearly a popular spot for young couples on a date. What is Harold, a single guy, doing here? I just can't figure it out.' Harold raised an eyebrow, feeling pretty good. "I ran into an interesting girl." "Interesting? Girl? I can't believe I'm hearing you say something like that." Troy was amazed. Harold chuckled quietly but didn't continue talking. The gem he discovered himself didn't need to be widely advertised. "Why are you looking for me?" Harold asked. Troy slapped his forehead. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Mrs. Foley's heart problem flared up again. She asked me to get you to come back home." Harold's brow twitched a couple of times. He thought, 'It's the third time this month. This excuse has been worn out.' He sighed, "Heading back now." Chapter 8 Sheila's The Hero Sheila walked to the door with her backpack. She didn't have the keys to the villa yet, but as she reached the entrance, the lock automatically recognized her face, and the door swung open. She had already modified the lock's system, so it could recognize any of her features. For her, it was a breeze. As Sheila reached the hallway, she heard voices coming from inside. "When Sheila was about to hit him, I wanted to stop her, but I didn't get the chance," Eunice sighed. "Sheila was too impulsive. That was the son of the dean of students; it would have been fine to just let it go." "What? She dared to hit the son of the dean of students, huh?" Yvonne frowned immediately. "Of course, she's a kid from a small town, no sense of decorum at all. It's only her first day at school, and she's already causing such trouble." "Mom, don't be upset. I bet Sheila didn't do it on purpose. She grew up in a small town, never got a proper education, and spent time with tough kids. It's no wonder she'd be influenced," Eunice said, sneaking a glance at Yvonne's reaction. Seeing the disdain on Yvonne's face, Eunice was in a great mood. Just then, Sheila walked in looking expressionless. "Hold it right there," Yvonne said angrily when she saw Sheila come in without greeting anyone. Sheila stood tall, her posture perfect. Even the noticeable scar on her face didn't take away from her presence at all. "What happened at school today?" Yvonne asked with a tense face. Sheila lifted her eyes, her clear gaze mesmerizing to anyone who looked, but Yvonne already had a poor view of Sheila, dismissing everything about Sheila. Sheila looked at Eunice. "Didn't Eunice already tell you everything about what happened at school? Do I really need to go over it again?" Sheila's cold demeanor only made Yvonne's anger grow. 'Anyone could see her lack of manners,' Yvonne thought. "Sheila, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just talked to Mom about this and hoped she could help you find a way to get back to school," Eunice said, her voice shaking a little as if she was nervous talking to Sheila. "Eunice, you don't need to say all that to her." Yvonne pulled Eunice's hand, with a look that made it clear Eunice was her real daughter, while Sheila was like a stranger. Sheila had seen through the distant family bond long ago, so she didn't mind anymore. "Sheila, Eunice only said those things for your own good. Otherwise, we would still be in the dark. How can you be so uncaring, blaming Eunice like this?" Yvonne glared at Sheila, speaking with frustration. Chester had just returned from work, already in a bad mood. Hearing the commotion made him even more agitated. "What's going on here? Why is everyone shouting?" he asked. "Chester, perfect timing! Your wonderful daughter is the reason for this mess. She offended the dean of students during a test today. Let's see how you plan to handle this." Yvonne crossed her arms, coldly staring at Sheila. Whenever Yvonne saw that face, she felt embarrassed. She wondered, 'I'm quite attractive, so how did I end up with a daughter like this? Not as sweet and sensible as Eunice.' "Is that true?" Chester furrowed his brows, questioning further. Sheila kept a straight face, her eyes downcast. "It was the son of the dean of students who started it first." Chester's tone grew more serious. "Sheila, I wanted you to take the exam to get into the school, but now, with all this trouble, how will you manage?" "With her grades, it would have been tough for her to get in even without all this," Yvonne said sarcastically. "I didn't agree with her taking the exam in the first place. Isn't she just bringing shame to the Larson family?" Chester gave Yvonne a glance. "Say a bit less. Remember, she's our daughter." Yvonne went silent. She wouldn't admit that Sheila was her daughter, and she would look for another chance to send Sheila back to her small town. "Sheila, what you did was wrong. Go apologize to the dean of students right now," Chester said, as he was about to take Sheila out. Sheila didn't move. Just as Chester was about to scold her, his phone suddenly rang. Chester pressed his lips together. "It's a call from Mr. Emerson." Yvonne hurriedly leaned in. "It must be about Sheila. She's just returned and already caused such a big issue." Eunice stood by, enjoying the show. She didn't have to do much, just waiting for the right moment to stir things up. Chester gave Sheila a deep look before answering the phone. Sheila slumped her head; her emotions were hard to read, but her whole demeanor gave off a "don't bother me" vibe. "Hi, Mr. Emerson. Is Sheila in trouble? I'm... I'm currently having a talk with her about it." Chester quickly tried to cover for Sheila after picking up the call. But to his surprise, Charles's voice was unexpectedly warm. "I wanted to thank Sheila on behalf of our school." When everyone in the living room heard that, they were shocked. 'Mr. Emerson himself is thanking Sheila? What for?' Chester wondered. Charles's voice came through again. "Thanks to Sheila, we found out about a lot of hidden stuff. The vice principal was taking advantage of his position, doing things I didn't know about. Sheila is a real hero for our school." Chapter 9 The Marriage Contract Chester looked at Sheila, his face puzzled. Sheila stood there quietly, seeming distant yet calm. Chester gave a nervous smile. "Mr. Emerson, are you sure you're talking about Sheila?" "Absolutely, it's the girl you just brought back from that small town," Charles replied, his voice confident. "I just sent some awards from the school to the Larson residence. They should get there soon. Make sure to sign for them," Charles added politely. "Okay," Chester replied with a smile. After some more small talk, he hung up the phone. He turned to Sheila, his expression softening. "Sheila, why didn't you tell us about the great thing you did at school?" Sheila responded calmly, "I thought it was no big deal. I didn't expect Eunice would tell you all about it." Yvonne's expression shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing. "I didn't know what happened next," Eunice said innocently. "Sheila, you're amazing for taking down the vice principal." Yvonne snorted, "Eunice, there's no need to show off. Just focus on your piano practice. You're a high-class lady around here. No need to copy Sheila." "Okay, Mom. My piano teacher praised me again, saying I'm picking things up quickly. I'm sure I can win first place at the next piano competition," Eunice bragged, lifting her chin proudly. Yvonne beamed with delight, glad to have such an ambitious daughter. As they chatted, the gifts Charles had sent arrived. There was a banner with Sheila's name on it and some rare herbs. Sheila's eyes lit up as she thought, 'This principal knows how to give gifts. I love these things.' "What kind of mess is this?" Yvonne couldn't help but cover her nose, showing her distaste for the smell of the herbs. "Dad, just put these in the basement and I'll deal with them," Sheila said. The basement was dark and perfect for storing the herbs. "Okay." Chester nodded. He was slowly warming up to Sheila. As for the future, he'd just have to see how things go. "The room upstairs is all set, Sheila. You can move in," Chester said calmly. "Chester, the rooms upstairs are already being used," Yvonne said, feeling a bit uneasy at the sight of Sheila, not wanting her to move in upstairs. Chester looked at Yvonne and replied, "What use could they really have? The villa is huge. Surely we have an extra room. If word got out, what would people think?" Yvonne was momentarily at a loss for words. "Dad, if there's truly no room, I can keep sleeping in the basement," Sheila said politely, her head lowered. Yvonne curled her lips, thinking that Sheila was already fortunate to be sleeping in the basement. "I make the decisions in this family. Sheila will move upstairs tonight," Chester declared before heading straight to his study. "Yvonne, come in. I have something to tell you," Chester added, walking directly into his study. After they left, Sheila's expression turned a bit colder. She snorted in her mind, 'It's just a place to sleep.' *** "Chester, what's going on with you today? Why are you standing up for Sheila all the time? She's just a small-town girl. Can't she stay somewhere else?" Yvonne crossed her arms, speaking with annoyance. Chester sat in the chair and tossed aside the paper he was holding. "This is the marriage contract between the Foley and Larson families." "Foley family? You mean the most influential Foley family in Bryerton?" Yvonne asked in surprise. "Yeah." Chester nodded. "This marriage contract was made by Mrs. Foley and my mother years ago. I thought it was just a joke and didn't pay attention to it. But guess what? Today I got a letter from Mrs. Foley," Chester said, rubbing his forehead helplessly. Yvonne quickly opened the paper and looked through it. Sure enough, it was about the marriage between the Foley and Larson families. "How dare the Foley family say such things? Everyone in Bryerton knows Harold came back alive, but he's in a wheelchair now and probably will be for life. "There were even rumors before that... Harold isn't capable. How can a man like that be worthy of Eunice?" Yvonne spoke angrily. She had carefully raised Eunice and wouldn't let a man like that ruin her. "Don't get all worked up." Chester remained calm. "How can I not be upset?" Yvonne huffed. "I will never agree to let Eunice marry a man like him. That would just ruin her." Just as Yvonne finished speaking, there was a crash. The two of them heard the sound of a cup hitting the floor. "Eunice." Yvonne felt a pang of worry when she saw Eunice standing at the door. "Eunice, when did you get here?" Yvonne quickly pulled her inside. "Mom, I don't want to get married. I'm still in school. I can't imagine getting married so soon. I can't stand the thought of leaving you guys." Eunice's face was pale, tears streaming down, making her look heartbreakingly pitiful. Eunice wondered, 'I don't want to marry a disabled man. There are rumors that Harold is unpredictable and tends to be aggressive. Plus, he's quite secretive—whenever he leaves Bryerton, nobody knows what he's doing. 'Now he's returned with a leg injury. A man like that isn't right for me. I certainly won't marry him.' Chester glanced at Eunice, his expression softening a bit. He had invested a lot in Eunice's upbringing, and now that she finally had the poise of a well-bred young lady, he wasn't about to let the Foley family have her easily. "Eunice, don't cry. Rest assured, I don't agree with this either," Yvonne said. She caught a glimpse of someone outside, a smile forming on her lips. She turned to Chester. "We don't have just one daughter, you know? We still have Sheila. When they made the engagement, it didn't say who had to marry." Deep down, she added, 'A plain girl with someone who's disabled. Isn't that just a fitting match?' Chester took a sip of coffee. He felt the same way. That was why he was acting different today and wanted Sheila to move upstairs. He wondered, 'It was surprising that Sheila was praised by the principal today, but after all, she grew in a small town. What future can she have? 'Eunice, on the other hand, has had a top-tier education from the start and is bound to marry a successful guy.' "Is this okay?" Eunice stopped crying and asked uncertainly. "Would Sheila agree to it?" "Why wouldn't she? Having someone willing to marry her is already good fortune," Yvonne scoffed. Eunice pursed her lips. "Thanks, Mom." Yvonne straightened Eunice's hair. "This way, we kill two birds with one stone. We haven't upset the Foley family, and we've also sent her away." The thought of no longer having to see Sheila's striking looks improved Yvonne's mood considerably. Sheila stood outside the study, her keen hearing catching every word inside.	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