LOGIN"You're definitely doing this on purpose—not just on purpose, but with full intent."Caesor looked at the pouty woman before him and immediately opened his arms to pull her close. "Either way, you swore an oath. No take-backs."Nora Fatehi: "......"—Liam Martin was drunk again. Ever since he'd attended Chloe Bishop and Xavier Grayson's wedding, he'd been out socializing almost every single day.There were always company matters to handle, and he kept expanding his reach. One day he'd be entertaining a few CEOs; the next, meeting with shareholders to discuss upcoming projects.He was allergic to alcohol—but he'd learned his lesson and started buying antihistamines to take before drinking. Armed with that safety net, he kept recklessly burning through his health.After wrapping up yet another dinner with a shareholder, he staggered out of the restaurant. He watched them all get into their cars and drive off before he stumbled over to his own vehicle.He looked up at the streets of New
Caesor propped his chin on his hand, gazing at her with a warm smile.His eyes were full of affection and anticipation."So—do you agree?"Nora Fatehi's cheeks flushed slightly.To be honest, that memory was deeply etched in her heart. Even after all this time, she could still picture every detail of that wedding. The two families' friends and relatives had all been there. It had been a grand, lavish American-style ceremony—the two of them in red Bodycon-style wedding gowns, toasting guests in the hall.It had caused quite a stir back then.After all, it was still rare for couples to wear red Bodycons for their weddings. They'd received a lot of praise.Nora Fatehi thought she could forget that wedding. But she never expected Caesor to insist she face it head-on.After a long pause, she looked up. "Why did you think of this?"Caesor reached for her hand, but his waist wouldn't let him move that far—he fell just short.Nora Fatehi took the initiative, reaching out to clasp his hands. S
Chloe Bishop sent an admiring message: "I always thought Nora was the coolest, but I never expected Gwen Grayson to be this fierce too."Gwen Grayson's face flushed slightly as she laughed. "No way, no way—it's nothing."Nora Fatehi didn't waste any time. She pulled out her laptop right there in the hospital room and started tracing the account. Caesor leaned against her shoulder, watching her fingers fly across the keyboard.Nora Fatehi gave his shoulder a light tap. "Aren't you tired?"Caesor shook his head.Nora Fatehi let out a breath. "Well, I am! Would you go lie back down in bed and stop clinging to me?"Caesor shook his head again. "No. I didn't know your fingers could type this fast. Oh—found it."Nora Fatehi's eyes shot to the screen.Sure enough, the IP address, ID info, and everything else were there. She shot Caesor a helpless look. "Of course it's Ava Adam. Why do some people just seem unable to live without stirring up trouble?"Caesor shook his head, savoring the scent
Adam sent a crying emoji. "Gwen Grayson! My heart aches for you."Gwen Grayson: "Don't worry about me—I'm fine. Why are you all so concerned? Is it because of what's happening online?"Chloe Bishop: "Obviously. The internet's blowing up. Some people are saying that burner account is yours."Gwen Grayson took two more bites of her apple and tossed the core into the trash. "Nope, nope. That's not me. I never use animal avatars—well, maybe a dog once or twice. And come on, do I look that bored? Would I go to Tayne Marsh's Whatsapp and post 'I'm crying, I'm hurting'?"Adam sent a thoughtful emoji. "Isn't that totally your style though?"Nora Fatehi: "So it's really not you?"Gwen Grayson hadn't expected her own friends to actually believe the account was hers. She sighed. "It's really not me. Honestly, I couldn't be happier seeing him do well with Ava Adam. As long as they don't bother me and Tim, they can do whatever they want."Nora Fatehi sent two laughing emojis. "Seeing how carefree
Just those few simple words instantly had everyone on the internet choking on a mouthful of couple's sweetness.Fans bounced back and forth between the two accounts.The comments under Ava Adam's page were flooded with blessings."Wow, so romantic! I never expected one of the Four Young Lords of New York City to have such a tender side! Totally unexpected.""Right, right! Oh my god, this is just too romantic."Ava Adam covered her cheeks, beaming. She felt like all her efforts had finally paid off.Meanwhile, at the Grayson Residence.Gwen Grayson sat on a stool, dangling her legs and scrolling through Whatsapp as she nibbled on an apple. She suddenly spotted a trending post about a birthday celebration—and almost choked on her fruit.Her heart jolted. She immediately clicked into both their accounts.And there it was—right there on Tayne Marsh's Whatsapp—the birthday post tagging Ava Adam.She remembered back when she'd thrown events or had things worth sharing—he'd never shown that
Tayne Marsh rubbed his temples. "Yes. Do you have enough money?"Ava Adam's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. "I do. Thank you, Tayne."She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.Tayne Marsh found the gesture irritating. He pushed her away. "Don't kiss my face anymore. It's annoying."Ava Adam felt the sting of his rejection once again. She lowered her head and murmured an "Oh."He quickly finished his meal, handed her the empty container, and told her to leave the office.After she was gone, he opened his laptop. Beneath the active window, there was a minimized page. He clicked on it—and saw a photo.It was a picture of him and Gwen Grayson.Taken during a trip when they'd been skiing in the mountains. Gwen Grayson was a natural at the sport; she'd taught him how to ski, holding his hand the whole way.In the photo, her smile was radiant, so bright and carefree. She had her arms around his neck, putting all her weight on him. How much trust and love must she have had
Looking into Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, Liam withdrew his probing gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detached, his long lashes veiling whatever emotions stirred beneath.Chloe had always adored Liam’s physical perfection. Even now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a flaw
Outside the Operating Room.Chloe sat on a plastic chair, still wearing her million-dollar designer wedding dress. She was trembling, sitting as still as a lifeless mannequin. The dress, once pure and white, was now stained with dark, wet patches of blood. Against the crimson stains, her skin looke
Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know
“Have you found out who did this yet?”Liam Martin’s usually handsome, refined face was currently shrouded in a dark, suffocating shadow. He looked cold and lethal—the literal personification of the calm before a devastating storm.At twenty-four, Liam had spent the last six years clawing his way t







