Tiffany received Melanieâs text.She instantly sat up from her bed, ignoring the ensuing protests of pain all over her body. âThat dumbass Alejandro is serious about divorcing Melanie! For real! What the fâ?!âJackson, who was sitting by her bedside, shoved a freshly-peeled apple into Tiffanyâs hand. âThe hell do you care about someone elseâs marriage? What, your bodyâs suddenly not hurting anymore?âShe frowned, her eyebrows knitting tightly. âNo, no, itâs just that⊠Alejandro must have divorced her because he thought Melanie was the one who pushed me, b-but it wasnât her at all! Melanieâs a sweetheart through and through; for Christâs sake, we are frickinâ besties! Oh God, oh my God⊠What about Millie, huh? Poor girl is still so youngâŠâJackson cocked an eyebrow. âSeriously? Youâre seriously worrying about some other guyâs marriage right in my faceâarenât you at least worried that I might be jealous? Babe, Alejandro didnât ask for your input before he decided to divorce Melanie.
Granted, Tiffany knew she was in the wrong. âUrgh! I knew telling you would only complicate things⊠Look at me, hey! Iâm fine, arenât it? Isnât that good enough? Besides, Melanie suffered enough already, donâcha think? I get that her brotherâs the perp and that means sheâs somewhat connected to this whole thing, but sheâs innocent, you know? So can we please, please-please-please, just drop this?âJacksonâs eyes reddened in furious frenzy. âEven if she deserves pity, so what? Does that mean our daughter doesnât?! Our little angel canât even leave her incubator!â he bristled. âYou chill the eff out, Tiffie. I know who wronged us. I know Melanie isnât one of those bastards and Iâm not the type to drag an innocent person into my revenge. But those real culpritsâthose mother**kers are gonna pay for what they f**king did! I have no qualms leaving Melanie out of this since her brother was the one who pushed you, but thatâs all. The rest of the Larks have got hell to pay, and come hell or hi
Mrs. Lark came to the Capital from Ayashe the very next day. Alejandro was not at home, leaving only Melanie, along with her daughter, waiting by the entrance to greet her.Melanie could tell what awaited, yet a large part of her refused to believe it or accept it as reality. How could she, when she remembered how vehemently her mother had objected to her daughter marrying a disabled man? She would not have cared so much if she saw Melanie as a mere pawn, right?But then Melanie watched how fury oozed from every movement her mother made since disembarking from her car, and her heart sank. Fear began to claim her, and she stumbled a few steps back from the incoming presence. âMom, IâŠâMrs. Lark scowled with daggers in her eyes. âDonât you dare! I am not your mother⊠I donât recall having a selfish excuse as my daughter!âSelfish?!At that moment, Melanie felt every drop of blood in her body gel. It was early summer, yet she felt cold, nipping steel in her veins.âMe⊠selfish? Did
Alejandro picked the little girl up and cooed, âThere, there; okay. Go play with your toys. Daddy will be with you after heâs done with some unfinished business, okay?âMelissa, already in a mood to report the bad guy, sniffled before complaining in her squeaky voice, âThat grandma hit M-M-Mommy! She hit Mommy!âAlejandro pinched her cheek. âAww, got it. Daddy knows.âSeeing how kindly Alejandro treated Melissa drew doubts in Mrs. Larkâs heart. How could an esteemed family of their standing, which traditionally demanded an heir rather than an heiress, see any need to dote on a girl? What kind of powerful family would ever be fine with not having a son?The nanny dutifully approached him to take Melissa away. Melanie, meanwhile, looked positively embarrassed. âIâm sorry, Alejandro. This⊠this is an altercation between my mother and me. It doesnât concern you.âAlejandro narrowed his eyes slightly. âYes, I agree. Itâs none of my business. But youâre having your silly spat on my prop
Mrs. Lark sneered. âYou want a divorce? Okay, Iâll get out of your way, but only if you know how to settle those propertiesâif youâre thinking about leaving my daughter anything less than sheâs due, you can kiss your divorce goodbye! I know your reputation for underhanded trickeries, Alejandro, but Iâm not intimidated by you at all! We Larks are not some doormats for you to walk all over!âEven when she was apparently fighting for her daughterâs share, it was really just for the familyânone of it was for Melanieâs benefits. Once this realization set in, Melanie could not brook any more of her motherâs squalls. âLeave, Mom! Leave us be right now! This is none of your business!âMrs. Lark stomped toward the door, the racket of furiously clicking heels trailing her. Shortly after she left, she had the temerity to text Melanie, âAlejandro still doesnât know this is your big brotherâs doing, does he? If you snitch, Iâll kill you.âMelanie deleted the message the instant she finished it.
Melanie waited until Alejandro put his pen down before signing her name with equal resolute. She ended it with a print of her thumb, asking, âSo, when do we begin the legal procedures?âAlejandro didnât answer her. Instead, he stormed out of the house and slammed the door.Melanieâs knees buckled and she crashed onto the couch, her strength leaving her body. Tears broke out from the corner of her eyes and traced an invisible path down her face, its salty liquid stinging the painful heat that had yet left her cheek. A while later she rose to her feet and went into the bathroom.She stared at her reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt a thick, awful lump furling in her chest. Mrs. Lark had put in more force than she expected, causing her cheek to swell even more than she had imagined. When Alejandro looked at her just nowâshe must have been a hideous sight to him, wasnât she? He had never liked her, but after all of this, after Tiffany⊠He must hate her even more, did he not?The
âWhere are you?âAlejandro asked to the beep of a terminated call.Instead of putting down his phone, he simply stayed in his posture, his mind churning unfathomable thoughts.A while later, he finally put his phone down before gingerly placing Melissa back onto her bed. Perhaps something was wrong with the way he lowered herâeither way, the feel of his movement was too dissimilar with Melanieâs that Melissa woke up before screaming for her mommy again.Alejandro had lost his patience. Exasperated, he decided to let the child bawl and shriek to her heartâs content until Jett, who heard her from outside, knocked on the door. âMr. Smith? Would you like me to help?âAlejandro sat on the edge of the bed, defeated. âYes, just coax her to sleep. Iâm done.âJett pushed open the door. He adroitly brought Melissa up in his arms before gently rocking her. âHush, hush. Itâs alright, donât you cry⊠Mommy will be back very soon.âMelissa would not listen. She knew her mother was not around.
Alejandro frowned. âWhatâwhy? Why would the West family have beef with the Larks?âBecause Melanie pushed Tiffany? But if Jackson knew that, then should his target not be Melanieâor hell, Alejandro himself? Why would he take out his anger on the Larks?The man on the other side of the phone was just as clueless. âI have no idea. Thought it was kinda weird myself.âAfter the call ended, Alejandro paused for a minute before calling Arianne. It would be impossible for him to ask Jackson directly; he was sure the latter would hang up his call as soon as the manâs brain recognized Alejandroâs voice.As soon as she picked up, Alejandro went straight to the chase. âWhy is West Industries flipping the Larks off?âInstead of answering him immediately, Arianne rejoined with a question of her own. âWhat? Canât bear to see someone taking on your in-laws? Itching to hit back, arenât you? Hereâs a piece of advice: donât. Stay out of it.âAlejandro fell silent for a beat before stating, âMelani
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh⊠She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the womanâs hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between themâeven the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimmingâfor good. So, Arianne replied, âIâll go with you. No matter what happened, sheâs still your mother.âMark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. âI knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldnât agree to let me accompany her for the last of her daysâŠâArianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. âYou confused, little thing. I wouldnât be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of meâthe last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that youâll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.âShe left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, âYo, everyone! Letâs toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!âThe crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roarâexcept Raven, who remained seated. âI have a sickly constitution. I canât drink. Iâm sorry.âHer smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianneâs eyes before she replied, âSure.âAfter the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so⊠safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Maryâs passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, âNothing beats being home.âRa
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. âThank you! Gosh, to me⊠itâs like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, whereâs your brother? Plato hasnât come home yet?âMentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. âHe said he was coming home half a month agoâthatâs what he said. Who knows what heâs actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. Heâs always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.âArianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her⊠Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. âMillie, is this your younger sister?âMelissa quickly sprung to correct her. âWhat? Noooo. This is Aresâ classmate or something
Aristotleâs entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, âWhen⊠When will they be back?âJackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. âNot so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after sheâs recuperated enough for a whileâŠâ he answered. âWeâve waited for nineteen years for this, right? Whatâs waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. Thatâs the way to not disappoint your fatherâs expectation.âAristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and ânaughtyâ, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasnât known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. âLetâs sleep, good night.âCynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flowâŠThe next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. âThereâs no⊠no need. Iâll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, Iâll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.âAristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. âJust sleep with me here and stop tidying already.âCynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. âY⊠Youâre kidding, arenât you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, weâre all grown ups now, so wouldnât that be a little inappropriate?âAristotle said with a straight face, âI wasn't joking.âCynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissaâs words once again. âWould Ares, whom Iâve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, âOf course, theyâve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldnât this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isnât going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, youâd be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Donât worry, youâve saved Aristotleâs life before, so he wouldnât be stingy with you financially.âRaven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissaâs grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. âAre you crazy?âAfter that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. âIâm sorry⊠I was a little unwell just n
âYouâre not that worried?â Melissa was so furious that she laughed. âAm I the only one whoâs being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didnât you? The man youâve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet youâre actually not that worried? Letâs put aside your parentsâ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you donât love him? Iâm only helping you because youâre my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if Iâm helping you for no reason?âCynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, âHe⊠might have confessed to me. We also⊠did that already. So, I think he doesnât feel that way towards Raven. Itâs purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.âMelissaâs eyes opened wide. âWhat? Heâs only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but youâve really got it in you!âCynthiaâs face flushe