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Yes | 2025-02-25 19:11 | active | 2630 | 0 | 🔥 Conrad's betrayal shattered my family. Unforgivable!😤 | My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad." Chapter 1 I died on a rainy day. The vibrant maple leaves, usually scattered across the mountainside, were nowhere to be seen because Conrad Reese couldn't wait any longer. I tumbled down the steps, blood pooling beneath me. But he wasn't satisfied. He shoved me down the stairs again and again, each time more forcefully. The pain was so intense that I could barely make a sound, but I still couldn't help but ask, "Why… are you doing this?" I didn't understand. Our families had always been close, and Conrad and I grew up together. For over a decade, my family had supported him in securing his position as the heir. But he set a trap, pulling my father into it, leading to the destruction of my family and my father's death from a heart attack. "Why, Conrad?" I gripped his clothes, desperate. Conrad's face was pale, almost ghostly, and though he was the one who ruined my family, his expression made it seem as if I was the one who had wronged him. "This is what you all owe Kelly," he spat, gritting his teeth. Kelly? Kelly Dunn? The name felt unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to remember her. Then I remembered her face—the innocent, fragile look that came to mind without warning. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Five years had passed. It turned out that Conrad had never forgotten her during all this time. He had blamed her death on me, blaming the entire Harmon International. "Conrad, you're really—" An idiot! I didn't get the chance to say the words before Conrad had his hands tightly around my neck. My breath was slowly drained from my chest. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth. It looked just like the red leaves that had fallen on the ground. "Shirley, are you having another headache?" The cold rain vanished. The hard floor disappeared. The crisp autumn air filled the space, and the room buzzed with guests. It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend." My best friend, Melanie Jennings, turned around and tried to confront that person, but I stopped her. It wasn't just an admission of her being his girlfriend. Three months ago, when Conrad had gone out of town for business, his competitors had drugged him, and Kelly had slept with him to "save" him. Conrad suddenly realized that she was his true love and wanted to marry her. Including yesterday, the media had already caught them together three times. "Shirley, don't listen to the media. You and Conrad have known each other since you were kids. You've shared so many years together…" I looked at Melanie and shook my head. Her words stopped abruptly. I knew exactly what she wanted to say. A week ago, I had woken up in my home. One week was enough for me to sort out everything that had happened in the past five years. "Shirley," Melanie suddenly reminded me, "Conrad is coming." Chapter 2 I looked up and saw Conrad walking toward me, surrounded by a crowd. As he approached, the whispers of the crowd immediately ceased. Conrad and I had grown up together. When we were five or six, our families arranged an engagement between us. Whenever anyone bullied me, he was always the first to stand up for me. When he made a mistake and got punished, I was the first to plead for him. Until now, no one had ever doubted that I was Conrad's true love. But today, on my 22nd birthday, he brought another woman with him. Kelly was thin and delicate, a fragile little flower standing close to his side. Conrad smiled, speaking affectionately in her ear. She looked at me, her face instantly panicked and flustered. She quickly stepped forward, bowing to me in a deep ninety-degree gesture. It was exactly the same as in my previous life. Even the single teardrop hanging from her eyelash was identical. In my last life, it was this pitiful, helpless look that had bewitched Conrad. I had grown up in a family where marriages were arranged for business and status, so I never expected love. Her appearance made me feel a pang of bitterness, but it didn't cloud my judgment. When Conrad wanted to break off our engagement, I didn't cry or throw a fit. I just calmly tried to reason with him, considering the many years our families had known each other. "Kelly's just an orphan. She doesn't have much work experience. Even though you two… "But if you marry her, your grandpa won't approve. It'll only bring trouble. "Conrad, why don't you just keep her as your mistress for now? Once…" I left my words vague. "Once you're the heir, won't you be able to do whatever you want?" I had said these things to protect her, but it only ended up causing me trouble. In my past life, the moment I saw Kelly bowing, I had rushed to help her up. This time, I just watched coldly. When she realized no one was paying attention to her, she crumbled to the ground without hesitation and groveled at my feet. She was practically kissing the ground, drawing gasps from everyone present. Melanie tugged at my sleeve. There were many guests today, all eyes on us. I tightened my grip on her hand. What was the rush? "Kelly!" Conrad’s face was already dark with anger. Kelly slowly lifted her head. With her tear-filled eyes, it was hard not to feel a little sympathy. She glanced back at Conrad, then at me, biting her lip as she continued groveling. I leisurely took a sip of the red wine in my glass. I couldn't help but wonder—just how long could she keep up this act? Yes, Kelly was acting. Her innocent demeanor was all a facade, and even when she "committed suicide" by jumping off a building in my past life, it was an act. I was on the rooftop, all alone, when I overheard her sweet, almost melodic voice. She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress. She fooled Conrad, fooled me, and even fooled the press. I once asked Conrad why he cared so much about Kelly. "I was born as the Reeses’ heir. Everyone caters to me and worships me. They respect and love me, all because of my family's money and power. Even you, Shirley—if I wasn't a Reese, would you still marry me?" His words left me speechless. If he and I weren't of similar backgrounds, we never would've grown up together, let alone gotten engaged or married. "Only Kelly—she's the only one who truly loves me and is willing to give everything for me. Shirley, how could I resist such pure love?" Chapter 3 His words almost tricked me. As the daughter of the Harmons, I'd always been cautious and reserved. I had to consider my parents and the family; I couldn't just give everything up for one person. We both missed one important possibility. Whether Conrad was poisoned or drugged, Kelly's intentions were clear from the start. She had planned to climb her way into his life from the very beginning. "Enough!" Conrad snapped. The room fell silent. Kelly trembled, slowly looking up, her eyes filled with pleading. The message was clear. She had ruined my engagement and turned me into a joke in front of everyone—she felt guilty. If I didn't say anything, she wouldn't stop. Fine. Let her keep going. I raised an eyebrow and continued sipping my wine. Kelly gritted her teeth, preparing to grovel again. Conrad suddenly stepped forward, slapping my wine glass out of my hand. "Shirley, don't go too far!" "Shirley, is this how the Harmons taught you to behave?" Conrad's face was cold, and the room fell silent in shock. He pulled Kelly into his arms, gently cradling her. "Shirley, apologize. If you apologize now, I'll pretend nothing happened." I almost laughed out loud. I'd been so naïve back then. The moment I caught Kelly's lie, I called Conrad, telling him everything I had seen. I warned him to be cautious of Kelly. The next day, Kelly was dead. She was really dead. The media reported that she had jumped because she never got a legitimate place in Conrad's life. Conrad told me, "I'm glad you warned me. Otherwise, I would've been tricked." After that, I always believed he had truly forgotten about Kelly. After all, he hated being deceived. But the day I died, I realized that when he said he had been tricked, he was talking about me. "Shirley, are you mute? Kelly didn't do anything. I wanted to break off the engagement. Apologize to her. I won't hold it against you for the humiliation she experienced." I looked at Conrad, and couldn't help but tug the corner of my lips into a smile. I must've been blind. I'd always thought he was intelligent. "Are the elders inside?" I asked a passing waiter. I then elegantly walked toward the door. Conrad followed me, asking, "What are you doing? Are you going to tell on me?" I ignored him. He continued following me right up to the door. "Shirley, don't think just because you're the Harmons' daughter, you can force me into marriage. I've already promised to marry Kelly. I will never marry you." I turned to look at him. As he'd said, he was born into privilege. Everything had come so easily for him. He had no idea what it meant to have a strong wife by his side. Perhaps my cold gaze stunned him for a moment. Just as we reached the door, Conrad's grandfather, Jonathan Reese, asked, "Shirley, what's going on here? Are you two that inseparable?" The entire room of guests watched. I took a step forward and bowed. "Mr. Jonathan, today is my birthday, and I'd like to make a wish. Conrad and Ms. Dunn are in love, and I admire their relationship. I don't want to tear them apart. Mr. Jonathan, I hope you'll let me break off the engagement with Conrad." 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No | 2025-02-25 19:06 | active | 2630 | 0 | Read next chapter | To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethan…" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a bl*de. "You're the one who climbed into my b*d back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi**ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his b*dmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my b*d, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in b*d. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her ch*st. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red m*rk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thought… it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one day… Ethan will end up in my b*d too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You b**ch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancée's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm just… insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame gr*aning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2025-02-25 19:11 | active | 2630 | 0 | 🔥 Conrad's betrayal shattered my family. Unforgivable!😤 | My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad." Chapter 1 I died on a rainy day. The vibrant maple leaves, usually scattered across the mountainside, were nowhere to be seen because Conrad Reese couldn't wait any longer. I tumbled down the steps, blood pooling beneath me. But he wasn't satisfied. He shoved me down the stairs again and again, each time more forcefully. The pain was so intense that I could barely make a sound, but I still couldn't help but ask, "Why… are you doing this?" I didn't understand. Our families had always been close, and Conrad and I grew up together. For over a decade, my family had supported him in securing his position as the heir. But he set a trap, pulling my father into it, leading to the destruction of my family and my father's death from a heart attack. "Why, Conrad?" I gripped his clothes, desperate. Conrad's face was pale, almost ghostly, and though he was the one who ruined my family, his expression made it seem as if I was the one who had wronged him. "This is what you all owe Kelly," he spat, gritting his teeth. Kelly? Kelly Dunn? The name felt unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to remember her. Then I remembered her face—the innocent, fragile look that came to mind without warning. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Five years had passed. It turned out that Conrad had never forgotten her during all this time. He had blamed her death on me, blaming the entire Harmon International. "Conrad, you're really—" An idiot! I didn't get the chance to say the words before Conrad had his hands tightly around my neck. My breath was slowly drained from my chest. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth. It looked just like the red leaves that had fallen on the ground. "Shirley, are you having another headache?" The cold rain vanished. The hard floor disappeared. The crisp autumn air filled the space, and the room buzzed with guests. It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend." My best friend, Melanie Jennings, turned around and tried to confront that person, but I stopped her. It wasn't just an admission of her being his girlfriend. Three months ago, when Conrad had gone out of town for business, his competitors had drugged him, and Kelly had slept with him to "save" him. Conrad suddenly realized that she was his true love and wanted to marry her. Including yesterday, the media had already caught them together three times. "Shirley, don't listen to the media. You and Conrad have known each other since you were kids. You've shared so many years together…" I looked at Melanie and shook my head. Her words stopped abruptly. I knew exactly what she wanted to say. A week ago, I had woken up in my home. One week was enough for me to sort out everything that had happened in the past five years. "Shirley," Melanie suddenly reminded me, "Conrad is coming." Chapter 2 I looked up and saw Conrad walking toward me, surrounded by a crowd. As he approached, the whispers of the crowd immediately ceased. Conrad and I had grown up together. When we were five or six, our families arranged an engagement between us. Whenever anyone bullied me, he was always the first to stand up for me. When he made a mistake and got punished, I was the first to plead for him. Until now, no one had ever doubted that I was Conrad's true love. But today, on my 22nd birthday, he brought another woman with him. Kelly was thin and delicate, a fragile little flower standing close to his side. Conrad smiled, speaking affectionately in her ear. She looked at me, her face instantly panicked and flustered. She quickly stepped forward, bowing to me in a deep ninety-degree gesture. It was exactly the same as in my previous life. Even the single teardrop hanging from her eyelash was identical. In my last life, it was this pitiful, helpless look that had bewitched Conrad. I had grown up in a family where marriages were arranged for business and status, so I never expected love. Her appearance made me feel a pang of bitterness, but it didn't cloud my judgment. When Conrad wanted to break off our engagement, I didn't cry or throw a fit. I just calmly tried to reason with him, considering the many years our families had known each other. "Kelly's just an orphan. She doesn't have much work experience. Even though you two… "But if you marry her, your grandpa won't approve. It'll only bring trouble. "Conrad, why don't you just keep her as your mistress for now? Once…" I left my words vague. "Once you're the heir, won't you be able to do whatever you want?" I had said these things to protect her, but it only ended up causing me trouble. In my past life, the moment I saw Kelly bowing, I had rushed to help her up. This time, I just watched coldly. When she realized no one was paying attention to her, she crumbled to the ground without hesitation and groveled at my feet. She was practically kissing the ground, drawing gasps from everyone present. Melanie tugged at my sleeve. There were many guests today, all eyes on us. I tightened my grip on her hand. What was the rush? "Kelly!" Conrad’s face was already dark with anger. Kelly slowly lifted her head. With her tear-filled eyes, it was hard not to feel a little sympathy. She glanced back at Conrad, then at me, biting her lip as she continued groveling. I leisurely took a sip of the red wine in my glass. I couldn't help but wonder—just how long could she keep up this act? Yes, Kelly was acting. Her innocent demeanor was all a facade, and even when she "committed suicide" by jumping off a building in my past life, it was an act. I was on the rooftop, all alone, when I overheard her sweet, almost melodic voice. She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress. She fooled Conrad, fooled me, and even fooled the press. I once asked Conrad why he cared so much about Kelly. "I was born as the Reeses’ heir. Everyone caters to me and worships me. They respect and love me, all because of my family's money and power. Even you, Shirley—if I wasn't a Reese, would you still marry me?" His words left me speechless. If he and I weren't of similar backgrounds, we never would've grown up together, let alone gotten engaged or married. "Only Kelly—she's the only one who truly loves me and is willing to give everything for me. Shirley, how could I resist such pure love?" Chapter 3 His words almost tricked me. As the daughter of the Harmons, I'd always been cautious and reserved. I had to consider my parents and the family; I couldn't just give everything up for one person. We both missed one important possibility. Whether Conrad was poisoned or drugged, Kelly's intentions were clear from the start. She had planned to climb her way into his life from the very beginning. "Enough!" Conrad snapped. The room fell silent. Kelly trembled, slowly looking up, her eyes filled with pleading. The message was clear. She had ruined my engagement and turned me into a joke in front of everyone—she felt guilty. If I didn't say anything, she wouldn't stop. Fine. Let her keep going. I raised an eyebrow and continued sipping my wine. Kelly gritted her teeth, preparing to grovel again. Conrad suddenly stepped forward, slapping my wine glass out of my hand. "Shirley, don't go too far!" "Shirley, is this how the Harmons taught you to behave?" Conrad's face was cold, and the room fell silent in shock. He pulled Kelly into his arms, gently cradling her. "Shirley, apologize. If you apologize now, I'll pretend nothing happened." I almost laughed out loud. I'd been so naïve back then. The moment I caught Kelly's lie, I called Conrad, telling him everything I had seen. I warned him to be cautious of Kelly. The next day, Kelly was dead. She was really dead. The media reported that she had jumped because she never got a legitimate place in Conrad's life. Conrad told me, "I'm glad you warned me. Otherwise, I would've been tricked." After that, I always believed he had truly forgotten about Kelly. After all, he hated being deceived. But the day I died, I realized that when he said he had been tricked, he was talking about me. "Shirley, are you mute? Kelly didn't do anything. I wanted to break off the engagement. Apologize to her. I won't hold it against you for the humiliation she experienced." I looked at Conrad, and couldn't help but tug the corner of my lips into a smile. I must've been blind. I'd always thought he was intelligent. "Are the elders inside?" I asked a passing waiter. I then elegantly walked toward the door. Conrad followed me, asking, "What are you doing? Are you going to tell on me?" I ignored him. He continued following me right up to the door. "Shirley, don't think just because you're the Harmons' daughter, you can force me into marriage. I've already promised to marry Kelly. I will never marry you." I turned to look at him. As he'd said, he was born into privilege. Everything had come so easily for him. He had no idea what it meant to have a strong wife by his side. Perhaps my cold gaze stunned him for a moment. Just as we reached the door, Conrad's grandfather, Jonathan Reese, asked, "Shirley, what's going on here? Are you two that inseparable?" The entire room of guests watched. I took a step forward and bowed. "Mr. Jonathan, today is my birthday, and I'd like to make a wish. Conrad and Ms. Dunn are in love, and I admire their relationship. I don't want to tear them apart. Mr. Jonathan, I hope you'll let me break off the engagement with Conrad." 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No | 2025-02-25 19:12 | active | 2630 | 0 | 🔥 Top novel 👉Read the full text now>❤️❤️ | 💔😱😲"Grace is dead!" The assistant told my boyfriend the news. He and his mistress were overjoyed. It seemed like they had been waiting for this day. But my death was a lie. I just wanted to escape this love triangle forever. My heart was already broken. And I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Once I achieved my dreams, I’d make them pay… Chapter 1 A Two-Way Street "Grace, you're going through with faking your death and canceling your ID? After that, you won't exist anymore, let alone the career you've worked so hard for." In an MPV, an attractive woman was reading a contract. Her fair hand pressed down as she signed her name: Grace Parrish. She handed the signed document to her worried assistant, Sophia Manning, and said, "I'm not giving up my career. On the contrary, I'll go abroad for further study under a new identity." Looking down at the contract, Sophia felt like crying. "Why? You were the one who supported us financially. How could Roxie seduce Mr. Kaufman like this?" Grace fell silent. She gazed out the window at the Kaufman Group building. On the giant screen, the video of her wedding to Antonio three years ago played on a loop. Antonio had proposed to her on one knee, nervously holding the microphone as he spoke from the heart. "Grace, you're the only one for me. I won't leave your side. We'll always be together till death do us part." After their marriage, Antonio wished to let the whole Edgecoast know he had married the girl he'd loved for 20 years. When did their love change? Grace couldn't even remember anymore. She shook her head. "It's a two-way street. Roxie can't take all the blame." Sophia couldn't accept it. "How can you not blame her? Mr. Kaufman held you dear to his heart. You and he were childhood sweethearts. He's been pursuing you for 20 years, even starting the Graceful Love Group and investing 150 million dollars to produce your debut film just so you could chase your dreams! "You got disfigured on set, and he couldn't bear to see you hurt again. He even went under the knife himself, offering up his own skin for the transplant, just to save you. He said you were his heart and soul, and if you suffered, he'd rather die. It must be Roxie's dirty tricks that caused all this..." It was true. Antonio had loved Grace deeply. But it was also true that he had promoted the poor student Grace had once financially supported to become his secretary, and the two had spent countless hours together. "Alright." Grace patted Sophia's head, not wanting to continue the conversation. "Wait for me in the car." Before she could step into the Kaufman Group building, a row of sharply dressed bodyguards rushed forward. They stood in a row and called out, "Welcome home, Mrs. Kaufman!" This was just the beginning. With every step Grace took, female employees came forward, handing her bouquets of flowers until she reached her private elevator. The first thing employees were taught at Kaufman Group was to recognize the CEO's wife and remember her preferences. It was said that someone had learned the trick. The person did awfully during the interview but got hired after flattering Grace. Antonio had done so many outrageous things for her. His friends called him a hopeless romantic, joking that if Grace ever died, Antonio would likely follow her to the grave. The private elevator was filled with the latest seasonal products. When Grace reached the top floor, the second secretary took her purse. "Mrs. Kaufman, Mr. Kaufman will be here soon." Before Grace could count to three, Antonio rushed out of his office. The usually composed man swept her into his arms, spinning her around before gently setting her down. He then took out the gift he had prepared for her. Inside was a necklace Grace recognized. It was the "Heart of the Ocean" he had bought at an overseas auction just a week ago. Antonio carefully draped the necklace around her neck. Holding her, he said softly, "Today marks 1,999 days of us being in love. Thank you for loving me, Grace." Grace smiled and pretended to look around casually. Then she asked, "Where's Roxie? Why isn't she in the office?" Antonio froze for a second but recovered quickly. "I don't know. Maybe she's in the bathroom." Really? Was she in the bathroom? Or in the CEO's lounge, lying exhausted on the bed? With a smile, Grace straightened Antonio's tie. She pretended not to notice the hickey beneath his silk shirt. Antonio held her hand with tenderness and asked, "Grace, this year's Ferris wheel is almost finished. Want to go check it out together?" In the southern district of Edgecoast, a high-priced area filled with expensive land. There stood 23 giant, luxurious Ferris wheels. Each one held memories of Grace and Antonio, from their childhood meeting to their present-day love. Antonio was afraid of heights. But he designed and supervised the Ferris wheels himself for Grace. The Ferris wheels were encrusted with countless gems. Even the wires were made of gold, symbolizing their "love as strong as gold." "Look. We'll have known each other for 24 years in two weeks. I've collected all the pearls in Edgecoast. You'll ride the Ferris wheel, surrounded by pearls, wearing a beautiful dress. You'll be stunning." Antonio's eyes were filled with affection. When Grace didn't respond, he hurriedly pulled her into his arms, rubbing his face against her neck like a playful puppy. "Grace, what's wrong? Didn't you like the breakfast I made for you? I'll do better next time. Please say something..." Grace calmly looked at the nearby Ferris wheel for a while. Then, she patted Antonio on the back. "No. The breakfast was delicious. Will you walk around with me?" Antonio, in his usual childish manner, scooped her up and carried her into the Ferris wheel. He was about to board, too. Grace stopped him. "You're afraid of heights. Wait here." As the Ferris wheel ascended, Antonio pulled out his phone. Grace's phone rang at the same time. "Grace, you're amazing. You made him leave me alone in bed at the company, but I've got my own tricks, too." Along with the message, a photo of Roxie wearing black stockings and a uniform, her eyes seductive as she bit a pen, popped up. "Prof. Kaufman, I forgot how to solve this question. Come quickly, or I'll ask someone else." Antonio's reply was short. "Don't you dare!" The next second, Grace received a call. "Honey, I'm sorry. A big client came to the office. I gotta go. The chauffeur will pick you up, Okay?" Grace looked down. Antonio, with his phone wedged between his shoulder and head, formed a giant heart with his hands. "Okay." Despair filled Grace's heart. "Thanks, honey." "Wait. You always give me a gift for the Ferris wheels' completion every year. This year, let me give you a gift, Okay?" "Of course!" Antonio was happier. "Honey, I love you so much!" Grace stepped down from the Ferris wheel and placed the signed divorce agreement on the seat. "Antonio, my first gift for you is freedom." Chapter 2 Six Times At midnight, Grace turned and tossed in bed. Sleep wouldn't come to her. So, she turned on her phone. Roxie had sent her many messages, most of which were just numbers. "1." "2." ... "6." "We did it six times tonight. Without protection. Since you're barren, I'll give birth to the first grandchild of the Kaufman family." Grace felt as if there were a lump in her throat, and her heart ached as if having been fried over and over again. Tears flowed out of her eyes and wet her pillow. When Antonio came home, Grace was sitting at the bar, drunk. A fit of pain ran through his chest. Without changing his shoes, he hugged her and said gently, "Why did you drink so much? Have you been crying? Good girl, I'll sleep with you, OK?" No! He was disgusting! But Grace failed to push him away. In the end, she was too drunk and passed out. When she woke up the next morning, Antonio had made breakfast and was looking at her affectionately at the bedside, as if he was afraid she'd disappear any minute. "Honey, don't drink too much next time, OK? I was heartbroken last night." Grace smiled, "Don't worry. I just missed my dad." Her dad, Marco Parrish, died young. Then, her mom remarried. Grace was raised by her uncle Oliver Parrish. She walked on eggshells every day in that house. Antonio kept her company for 20 years and walked with her through her suffering. Now, however... Antonio bought it, thinking she really missed her dad. He hurriedly got her out of bed, dressed her, freshened her up, tied her hair, and fed her as if taking care of a doll. Afterward, he took her to the old house of the Parrish family. "Since you're homesick, we came back to visit. Promise me. Don't be sad alone again, OK?" She thought, "But Antonio, it was you who made me sad." In the Parrish family's old house, Oliver's wife Nyla Poole prepared a bi g meal to please Antonio. Oliver also put on an amiable face. "Grace, you're finally back. Your aunt and I have missed you a lot. These dishes are your and Antonio's favorite. Come on. Let's clink." Sitting next to Grace, Antonio grabbed a shrimp gracefully, as if he didn't hear what Oliver said. He peeled the shrimp and carefully put it on Grace's plate. Antonio hated the people who bullied Grace, even though they were her family. "Alas, don't you see Antonio is peeling shrimps for Grace? He can't drink with you now. You know how he dotes on her." Nyla hastened to smooth things over. "I hear that to make Ferris wheels for Grace, Antonio did everything he could to collect the pearls in Edgecoast." When it came to Grace, Antonio's face finally softened. He gallantly peeled the last black tiger shrimp on the table for Grace and put it to her lips. "I have no principle. I even fight with my dad. But Grace is my precious. No one can hurt her." Grace suddenly lost her appetite. She pushed the shrimp away. "You eat it. I'm full." The doorbell rang. When the houseworker opened the door, Oliver and Nyla stood up, all smiles. Antonio's hand tightened on the fork. Grace didn't have to raise her head to know who the newcomer was. Sure enough, Roxie walked in. In a simple student uniform, she sat opposite Antonio. "Oh, Grace, Antonio, you two are also here." Chapter 3 Seduction Nyla and Oliver's only son died in a car accident eight years ago. They had no children now. Back then, Grace supported many girls. But only Sophia and Roxie from View Village went to college. Somehow, Nyla liked Roxie and wanted to be her foster mother. It made Roxie unscrupulous. Sometimes, she addressed Grace as cousin, and Antonio as cousin-in-law. Antonio nodded coolly. He picked up some fish. After removing the bones, he put it in Grace's bowl. It was as if even the nod was for Grace's sake. Grace was fed up with his act. She stood up to leave. Just then, Antonio grunted. Next, a soft foot "accidentally" touched her calf under the table and swiftly moved away. Then, Antonio had a satisfied look on his face. Despite the table, Grace could sense Antonio and Roxie's sneaking and simultaneous movements. She couldn't remember how she got to her room. Her senses came back to her only when she hugged her dad's funeral portrait. Then, Nyla knocked. "Grace, I found your grandma's dowry. Do you wanna have a look?" It was a plain silver bracelet, probably only worth tens of dollars. So, instead of keeping it herself, Nyla gave it to Grace. "It's the heirloom of the Parrish family. I've kept it for you." Nyla knew Grace loved her grandma most. Now, by doing this, she wanted Grace to forget how she had mistreated the girl when she was little. "Thanks." Holding the bracelet, Grace was ready to leave when Roxie came. "Eh? This bracelet is rare. Nyla, you're biased." Nyla took off her gold bracelet at once and handed it to Roxie. "I'll never be unfair to you." Roxie took the bracelet but was still dissatisfied. "It's Grace's silver bracelet that I want." "Knock it off. Grace's grandma left it for her as her dowry." "Can I take a picture? My boyfriend spoils me. He'll buy me a customized one." Grace wouldn't let her have her way. When they fought, the silver bracelet fell off the stairs and stopped at Antonio's feet. Antonio picked it up, wiped the dirt on his suit jacket, and put it in Grace's hand. With a long face, he snapped, "If it weren't for Grace, I'd have bought out the Parrish Group long ago. Show some respect for her!" Roxie assumed a shocked expression and ran to her room, pretending to cry. That night, holding Grace, Antonio said a lot of sweet nothingness. Grace was tired of hearing it. Looking at his familiar and gorgeous face, she finally asked the question that had been lingering in her head. "Antonio, do you love me?" Antonio lowered his eyes and looked at her in disbelief. There seemed to be a trace of sadness in his eyes. "Honey, what brings that up? Of course, I love you. "Did I do something that made you misunderstand? Tell me. Don't keep it to yourself. I'll change. I promise." His hands were trembling. He rested his head on her shoulder. Before long, she felt her shoulder got wet. Grace found it ridiculous. If Antonio was afraid to lose her, why was he having an affair with Roxie? He knew Grace was traumatized and how long it had taken her to heal. Now, he was hurting her himself. What kind of love was that? Grace gently pushed his head away. "Just kidding." Antonio looked relieved and held her tightly. "Honey, the whole city knows how much I love you. Don't joke about this again, OK?" Antonio's heart was in his mouth when he heard Grace's question. He let out a sigh of relief after Grace fell asleep. Meanwhile, he was alerted. What happened under the dining table was exciting, but it was risky. He picked up his phone to break it off with Roxie. Before he could do it, a message came. His Adam's apple bobbed. After leaning over to kiss Grace on the cheek, he got out of bed. Grace opened her eyes. Meanwhile, she received two messages on her phone. The first one was a screenshot of a chat history. "Antonio, no roleplay for today. Come within ten minutes, or I'll lock the door." Antonio replied, "Don't you dare!" The second message was from Sophia. "Grace, all is set at the company. I'll collect your 'ashes' and deliver them to Antonio." When Grace put her phone down, she accidentally played an audio message. Moans of a man and a woman came. The woman screamed, and the man grunted. Gasping, the woman asked, "Antonio, who do you like better? Her or me? Ah!" Antonio grabbed Roxie's neck. "You can't compare with her!" Roxie cried at once. "I was only asking. Why are you so mad?" Antonio softened and sighed. "She isn't as seductive as you are." Chapter 4 Donuts Grace covered her mouth tightly. But still, grief seized her, and she sobbed. She and Antonio had been together for 20 years. Not two weeks or two months. When the teenage Antonio held her hand for the first time, his ears turned red. After they started dating, there was not a single female contact on his phone. When socializing with a female was necessary at work, he'd let his assistant take care of it. But now? "She isn't as seductive as you"? As if struck by a thunderbolt, Grace curled up in the corner of the bed and trembled all over. Time ticked by. She finally collected herself and replied with a broken heart, "OK." Antonio didn't come back that night. The next morning, Grace woke up to knocks. She opened the door. It was Antonio's younger sister, Kelly Kaufman, who had just returned from abroad. "Grace! Surprise!" She gave Grace a big hug and took out the gifts she had bought abroad for Grace. Girls tended to be perceptive. She instantly sensed Grace's absent-mindedness. "Grace, what's wrong? Is it something at work?" Just like Antonio, Kelly also liked Grace since she was little. When she knew what happened, she blamed Antonio immediately. "Come on. Let's spend all his money!" Kelly took Grace to an auction at once. Yet there was a surprise waiting for them. A man and a woman in the VIP section caught their attention. Antonio and Roxie? Kelly darted over and pulled Roxie's hair. "What right do you have to sit here?" Frightened, Roxie slumped onto the floor. She clutched the leg opening of Kelly's pants pitiably. "Ms. Kaufman, I'm here to help Mr. Kaufman pick a gift for Mrs. Kaufman." Antonio turned his head and saw Grace. His tired eyes brightened. He strode over and pulled Grace into his arms. "What are you doing here? It's just an auction." People were watching. Grace was too embarrassed to push him away. "I came on a whim." Although Grace was a celebrity, she wasn't a jewelry lover. Nor did she like such occasions. Antonio gestured to a clerk with his eyes and bought all the jewels. Then, he kissed Grace's hand. "Honey, thank you for coming to see me." Seeing this, the people present exclaimed. "Ah, I came for nothing. I didn't get any jewels and had to watch their lovey-dovey. "Well, I'll have to check this lady's schedule before I come next time." Antonio kicked the man. Then, he bent over to straighten the stray hair on Grace's forehead. "You're lucky to see my wife. Buy some stocks. You'll make money." Some single men protested, asking Antonio to stop showing off. In the MPV, Antonio hugged Grace and asked her this and that caringly, totally ignoring Roxie, who had knelt before Kelly like a clown. Grace let him do what he wanted. She only said, "You're ignoring your secretary. Mr. Kaufman, that's ungentlemanlike." Antonio's face displayed disgust, as if he didn't even wanna hear Roxie's name. "Honey, she's only a student you supported. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be working at the Kaufman Group." That reminded Grace. The person who did terribly during the interview and got hired by flattering Grace was Roxie. As soon as they got home, Antonio proficiently grabbed the washboard and knelt on it in front of Grace. "Honey, a foreign client arrived this morning. I didn't have the time to make breakfast for you. I intended to buy you jewelry to apologize to you. Then, this happened. I'm sorry." He rubbed his face against Grace's knee and gave a fawning grin. "My dear Grace didn't have love breakfast this morning. It was my fault." Grace closed her eyes. She wondered how Antonio managed to put on such a flawless act. He was more like a performance major than she was. Suffocation and disgust took Grace. She couldn't help gagging. Antonio's face went pale with nervousness. His heart tightened into a knot. He held Grace hurriedly and remarked, "Honey, what's wrong? I'm scared. Doctor! I'll go get a doctor!" "Don't." Grace stopped him. "I'm only hungry." Relieved, Antonio pecked her forehead and asked softly, "What do you wanna eat? I'll cook for you." Grace took a deep breath and looked at him. There was sadness in her eyes. "I want donuts on Sun Street." From here to Sun Street, it was only a 10-minute drive. Antonio often bought donuts there for Grace. He agreed immediately, took the car key, and left the house. Grace picked up her phone and exhaled. Roxie sent her a message 30 minutes ago. It was a photo. A man wore long ears and a rabbit costume. There was a carrot in his arms. "Grace, guess. Does he prefer home-made meals or carrots outside?" Grace also wondered. Could she have donuts today? Chapter 5 Panic Meanwhile. As soon as Antonio got into the car, he received some photos. His Adam's apple bobbed as his fingers slid across the screen. Lust appeared in his eyes. He turned the wheel and drove in the opposite direction of Sun Street. The doorbell of the Kaufman's villa rang in less than 20 minutes. Kelly walked in with two boxes of donuts. Gasping, she explained, "Dear celebrity Grace, something came up at Antonio's company. He asked me to bring you donuts." Grace knew it was a lie, but she was used to it. The bright side was, she would be free of the pain Antonio's lies and betray caused her in a few days. She took a bite and told Kelly she was sleepy and wanted to rest in her bedroom. Kelly could tell something was wrong. She guaranteed Antonio didn't lie, and said if he cheated on Grace, she would kill Antonio herself. "Grace, relax. Antonio said he had a surprise for you the day after tomorrow." Looking at Kelly's naive face, Grace forced a smile. After she "died," probably only Kelly would shed genuine tears for her. Two days later, Grace got the surprise. Grace idolized a former actress named Eva Bailey. Eva was in the clothing business now. She established her own brand Heat. It was popular across the world. Six months ago, the brand Heat began looking for a global endorser. Eva stayed for three days in Edgecoast. But back then, Grace was on a shooting set. She missed the chance to meet her idol. To her surprise, Antonio chased Eva to Beachlea. After going to great lengths, he managed to make her come back to Edgecoast. Grace and Eva hit it off, but she refused to be the global endorser. Eva didn't understand. "Many people would dream of this opportunity. Why did you turn me down? You'd make an ideal endorser." Grace smiled bitterly. Being an endorser meant years of work, and she would have to attend activities. But she would "die" soon. Eva thought Grace had an unspeakable reason. She said, "I hope we'll cooperate next time. "By the way, your husband loves you so much. To get this opportunity for you, he even applied for a private jet route. I was spooked when he appeared before me. I thought I was kidnapped. It turned out he was a man risking his own life to make his wife's dream come true." As soon as Eva finished quipping, Antonio hastened into the house and kissed Grace. "Honey, I missed you." The reporters aimed their camera at the couple. Eva said they were too affectionate together. Their love story was well-known. The purpose of this meeting was to confirm Heat's endorser. Everyone thought it would be Grace. Unexpectedly, Eva told the press it was unsettled. "Why? Is Ms. Parrish unsuitable?" a reporter asked. That was a tricky question. Eva smiled wryly. "Ms. Parrish and I hit it off. I really hope she can be the endorser. Sadly, she refused." Antonio was more astonished than the reporters. Having grown up with Grace, naturally, he knew how much she adored Eva. Why did she refuse? He had a bad feeling. A chill ran through his body. He turned slightly and held Grace tightly, as if only in this way could he repress his panic. "Honey, haven't you always wanted to cooperate with Eva? Why did you refuse?" Antonio sounded extremely panicky. His eyes were moist. "Honey, are you hiding something from me?" Chapter 6 Charity Dinner Antonio was over 1.8 m tall. He bent over humbly, waiting for Grace's answer. His embrace was so tight Grace couldn't breathe. He seemed to truly love her, making a fuss over anything about her. Grace patted him gently. "No. There's been too much work lately. I need a break." "Really?" he asked in a choking voice. "Did some idiot upset you? I'll teach him a lesson!" Grace shook her head, and Antonio held her hand immediately. "Honey, if you're unhappy, let me know, OK? As I said, if anyone picks on you, I'll make him wish he were never born!" Grace thought, "Really? "But all my unhappiness was caused by you." She touched the tears on Antonio's chin. Suddenly, she was looking forward to the moment he saw her "ashes." Would he grieve? Would he make out with Roxie at her funeral? Antonio was too selfish. Henceforth, Antonio went home on time. He would make breakfast. It was like their life was back on track again. But Grace knew it was just a pretense. Antonio never stopped fooling around with Roxie. Grace received obscene photos almost every day. They mated like wild animals and screamed on the big bed in the CEO's lounge. "We tasted the forbidden fruit today. Antonio was a beast. My voice became hoarse." "Antonio said I've become more enchanting. He couldn't resist me. Oh, by the way, we didn't do it on the bed you selected. It was on the couch you designed." Grace almost forgot. All the furnishings in Antonio's office were bought according to her likes. She selected the furniture. Her portraits were hung on the wall. A heart-wrenching pain seized her. Some childhood sweethearts and devoted couple! The formerly treasured memories came back to her, cutting her inch by inch like blades. It hurt! Hatred devoured her. Grace struggled to stand up. After taking some pills, she started packing. It took the houseworkers four days to gather the gifts Antonio had bought her these years. When Grace was 18, he bought her a pair of crystal shoes. He sent her a 10-carat type II diamond every month. There were also tons of other shining jewels. "Donate them to charity." The donation caused a sensation online. Seeing the news, Antonio left an international meeting and sped home. "Honey, why did you donate all the gifts I bought you?" In only a blouse, Grace was tying her hair. She was surprised to see him. Antonio seemed to have tripped. There was dust on his customized suit. The back of his hand was scraped and bleeding. It was an embarrassing sight. Grace looked down and said in a low voice, "Isn't charity a good cause?" She knew how hard life was for girls in the remote countryside and how determined they were to change their fate. Although Roxie had destroyed her marriage, Grace wouldn't stop doing charity. Antonio was relieved to see Grace was her usual self. "Of course, it is. But those gifts carry good memories. I thought I did something wrong and upset you. "I'm relieved that I didn't. Donate them if you want. If you wanna donate more, I can open more bank cards for you. I make money for you." He kissed Grace on the cheek. Grace had been acting weird. There were times when Antonio wanted to end his affair, but cheating was too exciting and tempting. He was addicted to it. He couldn't get rid of it. Besides, Grace was already his wife, right? Antonio kept telling himself that and was stuck in his absurd fling. As he had wished, Grace picked a well-fit suit for Antonio and asked him to get changed. She wanted him to go to the charity dinner with her. As soon as they appeared, the gorgeous couple became the center of attention at the banquet. Grace circulated and was surrounded by rich ladies. Afterward, she looked around and didn't see Antonio anywhere. Her heart skipped a beat. Then, her phone vibrated. Unlike the former ones, this time, the message was short. "The storage room on the second floor." Chapter 7 Never Grace didn't want to go, but her trembling legs betrayed her. Perhaps she would still hold onto the last shred of hope unless she saw it with her own eyes. Having adjusted to the bright lights in the hall, she felt a bit uncomfortable because of the sudden dimness. Maybe it was because the storage room was secluded enough; Roxie's moans were particularly unrestrained. Grace leaned against the wall, peering through the crack of the door and looking at the man and the woman inside, both naked from the waist down. Roxie wrapped her arms around Antonio's neck tightly, pressed him against her breasts, and locked eyes with Grace outside the door, her face flushed. Raising the silver bracelet she was wearing, she said coquettishly, provoking Grace, "Prof. Kaufman, please, slow down..." Antonio could no longer think straight due to lust. "You came onto me. Didn't I teach you? You gotta be responsible for your actions." Grace had no idea how she left. She stumbled away, not even noticing when her heel broke. Then a man in a cap and mask rushed out from across the street, stabbing a knife into her lower abdomen. *** Grace was awakened by Sophia's crying. She opened her eyes weakly and looked around the hospital room. Then she saw Antonio by the bedside, looking disheveled with a stubbled chin. He was still wearing the suit from the banquet; she didn't know how long he had been sitting here. Seeing that she was awake, he called for the doctor and the carer while feeding her soup carefully. "Honey, I'm so sorry. Some business partners wanted to discuss a project with me that night. From now on, I'll never leave your side at such events, OK? "The attacker is in custody. I'll make sure anyone who dares to hurt you pays." His eyes were bloodshot since he had been staying up all night, and he looked so pitiful. It was hard to connect him with that high and all-mighty Mr. Kaufman who ruled the business world. Hearing this, Sophia said, trying to help him, "Grace, ever since you went into a coma, Mr. Kaufman has been by your side. If you hadn't woken up, he might have topped himself soon." But when Grace looked at Antonio's face, she only felt disgusted; he was such a big hypocrite. She said with a tone of despair, her voice hoarse. "When I was organizing my jewelry yesterday, I couldn't find the silver bracelet Grandma left me anywhere." He immediately said, holding her hand, "It's an old piece, so I sent it to an expert in restoring antiques. "I'll get it back in a couple of days." Grace sneered deep down. She had loved him for more than twenty years; at this very moment, it was all gone. She thought, "Antonio, you know exactly how important that bracelet was to me, yet you still gave it to Roxie." She buried herself under the blanket and said no more. Antonio figured she was shaken, so he stayed by her side quietly. Occasionally, he would pat her back and whisper softly like coaxing a child to sleep. "Honey, get better soon, OK? The Ferris wheel is almost finished. I'm waiting for you to unwrap the gift together with me. I'm so looking forward to knowing what you've got for me. "I'll go get the bracelet myself. I swear, nothing like this will ever happen again. Forgive me for this once, OK? Honey? Honey? Are you asleep?" Grace, under the blanket, was already in tears. She thought, "Too late. Antonio, I don't wanna be with you anymore." Soon, she heard him reprimand someone. "Why are you here? She's been through enough because of you!" Then came a coquettish voice apologizing, though she didn't sound apologetic at all. "I had no idea this would happen. I'm sorry, OK?" Antonio didn't say anything harsh as he thought of Grace, who was in bed. Meanwhile, Roxie put the fruit on the bedside table, feigning care, and undid a few buttons, revealing a glimpse of lace from her uniform. "Antonio, you must be exhausted from staying at the hospital these days, right? I've got a reward for you." Antonio wanted to say something but didn't eventually. He sighed, his voice husky, "You feisty little minx. Go wait for me in the car." Roxie hooked her fingers around his belt. "Why bother? I'm hospitalized, too. My room is just downstairs." The sound of the door closing rang out, and Sophia gawked at the couple kissing each other passionately in the elevator in great disbelief. Sophia then went straight to Grace's room, only to see Grace sitting calmly and numbly on the bed, peeling an apple. "You saw it, didn't you?" Sophia said, choking back a sob, "What a despicable pair!" Grace put the knife down and suddenly asked, "What department is downstairs?" Puzzled, Sophia answered, "The OB-GYN Department. Why?" The OB-GYN Department. The apple fell from Grace's hand, and those words were so shocking that she couldn't sleep all night. Antonio didn't come back to the room; he said he had to deal with work piled up at the company. Meanwhile, Roxie kept bombarding her with messages. "My back and waist are so sore. But Antonio and I have tried a new spot to have s*x and new positions. Can you hear us from upstairs?" "We did it all night. He didn't restrain himself at all. Well, I guess he's not to blame. After all, I love him so much and indulge him. He even said the silver bracelet looks great on me." And the last message she sent was, "Drop that attitude of being holier-than-thou, Grace. Ignoring my texts won't change any facts, OK? You come from a better family than mine. So what? You know what? The second I saw you at View Village, I knew I'd replace you one day. I'll be Mrs. Kaufman." After steeling herself, Grace set down her phone and went to Roxie's room. But Roxie wasn't alone; Kelly was there as well, with her ear pressed against Roxie's belly. As tears streamed down Grace's cheeks, she heard their conversation. "This is awesome, Roxie! When you give birth, I'll be an aunt." However, Roxie looked sad. "After my baby comes to this world, it'll suffer. It'll be labeled a bastard without a dad for life." Kelly said, "That's so not true. Chill. The second you give birth, I'll talk to Antonio and have him divorce Grace. She can't have kids, and she wanna make everyone else the same as her? She puts on airs all day. Mom, Dad, and I are so sick of her already." Only then did Roxie smile. She said, "Thanks, Kelly. I'm saying this for me and my baby." Kelly rolled her eyes at Roxie playfully. "Gee. Give me a break. But, speaking of which, why did you keep it from Antonio? "At the auction, I put on an act and pulled your hair. I'm so glad your baby is fine, or I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life." The duo was chatting happily, yet Grace outside the room felt a chill down her spine. Before marrying Antonio, she told the Kaufman family that female celebrities had short-lived prime, and she had a low tolerance for pain, so she might not be able to bear Antonio's baby soon. Back then, Howard and Rena grabbed her hands and assured her lovingly that it was OK. They wanted her to be their daughter-in-law, and it didn't matter if she couldn't have kids. Also, Kelly linked arms with her, saying that all she needed to do was to stay pretty. Later on, her career took off. When she wanted to surprise Antonio with a baby, for some reason, she couldn't get pregnant no matter what. Kelly especially flew back to the country to comfort her. Grace felt utterly disheartened and cold. She couldn't listen anymore, and it took her a long time before finally exhaled and turned to leave. She walked slowly but still tripped over nothing. More and more started to ooze out from her sutured abdomen until she was carried away on a stretcher. Antonio mobilized the entire blood bank in Edgecoast and even donated his own blood against the doctor's advice till his face was pale. Finally, Grace's life was saved. He hugged her almost the second she opened her eyes. "Honey, if you hadn't woken up soon, I would have killed myself." His entire chest was trembling, and he gripped her shoulders so tightly that his fingers turned pale. With a pale face, she stared at him calmly. "Really?" "For sure!" he said without hesitation. She closed her eyes. "I'm hungry. I want the donuts from Sun Street. Can you fetch some for me?" He grabbed his car keys and headed for the door right away. Before he left, he pecked her cheek. "Honey, wait for me." Looking at his retreating figure, Grace muttered under her breath, "But I won't. Never." Fifteen minutes later, Sophia entered the room with a group of people. Holding Grace's hand, she said, "Grace, it's all done. No one will know you're gone. We've already got you a new identity abroad. All that scumbag is gonna get is a handful of ashes." Grace nodded and left her phone and "suicide note" on the bedside table. "Give him these, too." He should have a taste of the heart-wrenching moments she had been through. As for whether he would really kill himself for her? Well, she didn't give a d*mn at all. After settling everything, Grace left the hospital via a special passage and then headed to the airport. Sitting on the plane, as she watched Edgecoast getting farther and farther below, she finally felt that she was alive again. Meanwhile, Antonio had just bought the donuts when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest followed by a suffocating sensation. He parked the car as fast as he could and then saw Roxie, who had been waiting for him in the underground parking lot. "Dr. Kaufman, I'm not feeling well. Can you give me a check-up?" Her hospital gown had been altered by her to accentuate her figure. Seeing this, Antonio stopped in his tracks. Kelly, who was supposed to bring the donuts to Grace, was quite displeased. She tossed the donuts into the trash and smoked in the stairwell. An hour later, Antonio, who had enjoyed himself, pushed the door to the stairwell and saw her. They were indeed cut from the same cloth, which explained why they cooperated so perfectly. "Since you've been smoking, don't go to Grace's room. She can't handle the smell." Antonio glanced at Kelly. Kelly rolled her eyes. "She's so pretentious. "Antonio, perhaps you should be more temperate. Roxie is pregnant, OK?" "What did you say?" Antonio was dumbfounded. "I..." Kelly was startled by his reaction. "I said, Roxie is pregnant. You don't know?" "Impossible. Grace doesn't wanna have kids, so I had a vasectomy. "How on earth could Roxie get pregnant?" 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🔥🔥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. I'm pretty sure I could see his jugular vein popping out of his neck." She burst out laughing and then said: "You two are going to get along great! You'll tame the beast, I'm sure of it." I wasn't so sure about that. 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Yes | 2025-02-25 19:08 | active | 2630 | 0 | ❤️😍O que acontece a seguir👉Clique aqui para continuar lendo👉 | A Kelly, minha prima, roupou meu namorado Cláudio, quem eu namorava há 4 anos. Ele foi meu primeiro namorado, e os encontrei na minha cama! E agora, eles vão se casar... - Você vai ao casamento da sua prima, Catarina. Isso é uma ordem! Nós somos os seus pais e você vai obedecer. – Minha mãe falava brava comigo, como se eu fosse a errada nessa situação. - Ah, mãe! Me poupe e se poupe! A cidade inteira sabe que a Kelly é uma vadia... – Perdi a paciência. - CHEGA, CATARINA! – Meu pai gritou e me assustou. – Você vai a esse casamento e ponto final. - Mas, pai... - Não quero saber, Catarina! É importante pra sua mãe manter a paz na família. Então você vai e pronto. – Meu pai falou não dando margem para questionamentos. Fui para o meu quarto e passei a noite chorando. No dia seguinte contei tudo para a Melissa, que não perdeu tempo, arrumou os convites para um baile de máscaras...... No baile, um homem com uma máscara preta sorrindo pra mim. Ele beijou minha mão e me puxou para perto dizendo no meu ouvido com uma voz rouca: - A mulher mais linda do salão não vai me negar uma dança, vai? - Acho que preciso de um pouco de ar. - Vem comigo. - Ele me puxou para um corredor sem iluminação que dava para uma saída de emergência e ficou assoprando o meu rosto. – Eu quero muito te beijar. Posso? – Eu fiz que sim com a cabeça. Ele olhou nos meus olhos, segurou a minha nuca e nossos lábios se encontraram, começou lento, mas foi se aprofundando, ele me encostou na parede e o beijo se intensificou ainda mais, quase nos roubando o fôlego, quando ele interrompeu o beijo para respirarmos, nos olhamos nos olhos, foi como jogar gasolina no fogo, ele passou a mão pela minha cintura, desceu até minha coxa e puxou minha perna para sua cintura. Eu já estava completamente entregue nesse momento, sentindo seu corpo contra o meu, eu fiquei louca de tesão e o puxei para mais perto envolvendo sua cintura com minha perna. - Você beija bem! – Sorri pra ele e senti meu corpo todo se arrepiar. – Ah, linda, você é incrível, eu quero muito você, aqui, agora! – ele disse entre beijos e enfiou a mão sob o meu vestido o puxando pra cima e chegando a minha calcinha. Eu estava em chamas quando ele enfiou a mão dentro da minha calcinha e gemeu. – Ah! Que delícia! Tão quente, tão molhadinha! – Disse e me beijou com mais força, enquanto abria o zíper da sua calça. Com um movimento rápido, de quem já tinha feito aquilo antes, ele rasgou minha calcinha e acariciou minha entrada, como se pedisse permissão. Olhou nos meus olhos de novo e me perguntou: - O que você quer que eu faça? - Eu quero que você esteja dentro de mim agora! – Respondi sem nenhum pudor, eu já estava arfando de tanto tesão. Eu não resisti aqueles olhos e aquela voz rouca. Eu nunca fui assim, normalmente eu teria me desvencilhado dele no momento em que me puxou pela mão, mas aquela noite eu havia prometido a mim mesma que iria me divertir e se aparecesse alguém interessante eu viveria o momento. E era o que eu estava fazendo, vivendo aquele momento. Ao me ouvir, ele foi entrando em mim devagar, observando eu encostar minha cabeça na parede e aproveitar cada centímetro dele, e ele era enorme. Ele aproveitou para espalhar beijos pelo meu pescoço. Quando acabou de entrar ele parou e falou entre beijos no meu ouvido: - Agora eu vou me mexer. – E começou a sair, só pra entrar de novo com toda força dessa vez, e foi uma delícia, eu estava completamente entregue e enlouquecida com os movimentos dele que entrava e saia de mim freneticamente. Nos descontrolamos e nos entregamos totalmente, como se não tivesse nada ao nosso redor, eu senti uma névoa em meus olhos e o climax começando a se formar e gemi baixinho no ouvido dele, nesse momento parece que ele enlouqueceu, puxou minha outra perna para sua cintura e eu o entrelacei. Me beijando intensamente ele entrava e saia com mais força ainda em mim, era o paraíso na terra. Eu gozei gemendo na boca dele e foi um climax incrível, mas ele continuou o movimento e logo outro climax se formou, e gozei novamente, um climax ainda maior que o anterior que me deixou sem fôlego, enquanto eu gozava ele me disse baixinho que estava no limite me sentindo pulsar ao seu redor, logo eu senti o gozo dele quente dentro de mim. Ficamos ali encostados naquela parede, totalmente sem fôlego, a testa dele encostada a minha. Enquanto me beijava, ele começou a sair de mim e eu estava completamente bem comida, como diria a Melissa. Eu sorri e ele me olhou, me deu um selinho e disse: - Você é realmente incrível! Gentilmente ele baixou minhas pernas até meus pés tocarem o chão, colocou o meu vestido em ordem, arrumou sua calça e me abraçou. Isso foi tão íntimo, tão afetuoso, apesar da loucura daquele encontro e da ferocidade com que nos entregamos, ele ainda era cuidadoso comigo. Eu nunca tinha tido uma relação tão maravilhosa, mas eu só tinha transado com meu ex até então. E meu ex nunca tinha se preocupado em me abraçar depois, nem se preocupava com meu prazer, para ele a coisa se resumia a entrar e sair até ele estar satisfeito, então, o fato de um homem se preocupar comigo, com meu prazer, cuidar de mim, foi novidade, e uma novidade incrível. Ele me deu um beijo no pescoço e perguntou no meu ouvido: - Então, linda, eu ainda não sei o seu nome. Quando eu ia abrir a boca pra falar, ele puxou o celular do bolso e me pediu um minuto para atender. - O que você disse? – Nesse momento aquele estranho saiu correndo como se tivesse se esquecido de mim, ou como se só estivesse fugindo da rapariga que comeu rapidinho na festa. Voltei pra mesa. - Vocês usaram camisinha, né? Meu coração disparou! A gente não usou preservativo. Ela já foi logo me acalmando: - Não, Cat, calma. Com certeza não vai dar nada. Mas você deve fazer uns exames para garantir que está tudo bem. Não surta! Na data marcada Mel foi comigo ao médico. Com a lista de exames nas mãos ela mesma marcou o laboratório e fez questão de me acompanhar. Os resultados saíram cinco dias depois e eu voltei ao médico. Claro que a Mel estava comigo. O médico verificou os resultados e me olhou nos olhos: - Srta. Catarina, sua saúde está ótima. Você está saudável. Mas, daqui pra frente terá que se cuidar melhor. Eu respirei aliviada Ele continuou falando: - Parabéns, você está grávida! 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