MasukEllie’s P.O.V.The Hunt Villa looked exactly the way I remembered, perfect and magnificent.The building glowed beneath thousands of lights, every balcony draped with white roses and crystal decorations. Luxury cars lined the driveway while reporters crowded near the entrance, camera flashes illuminating the evening like bursts of lightning.Everything was beautiful, just like how I had imagined my wedding reception would look.A sharp ache settled in my chest as I simply stood there, my grip tightening on my purse.“Stop it, Ellie.” I reminded myself. “That dream is over.”I wasn't here as Jared's bride anymore. I came here to attend this banquet on behalf of my husband.Mr. Walton had trusted me with this responsibility. I couldn't disappoint him.Straightening my shoulders, I walked toward the entrance.The host immediately stopped me.“Invitation, please.”I smiled politely and handed him the envelope.He opened it and frowned.“I'm sorry, ma'am.”The invitation was returned to m
Zack's P.O.V.The room looked exactly like Lilly had described, laced with enough supplies to open a small tailoring shop.I stood at the doorway and slowly surveyed the battlefield.Lilly hadn't exaggerated.Ellie Hunt had spent the last two days turning her bedroom into a workshop.My gaze landed on the woman herself.She sat behind the table surrounded by fabric, a measuring tape hanging around her neck while a pair of scissors rested in her hand.She frowned. “What are you doing here?”I replied calmly.“Stopping another suicide attempt.”The scissors hit the table with a loud snap.“Gosh!”She rolled her eyes.“How can you ignore the obvious, Zack? I'm working, not killing myself.”My gaze darted between the gown, untouched food tray sitting nearby, and the dark circles beneath her eyes.“Working without food or sleep is simply another method of suicide.”Her mouth fell open.“That’s not true.”I ignored her lies and ordered Lilly.“Clean this room. The dresses are here.”Lilly w
Ellie’s P.O.V.The moment I stepped outside the mansion, a black luxury car rolled to a stop in front of me.The driver immediately got out and opened the rear door.“Good afternoon,ma’am.”I nodded and asked carefully.“Where are we going?”“The mall.”He stepped aside respectfully.“Mr. Walton wants you to purchase a wedding gift for your sister and a dress for the banquet.”Again Mr. Walton!My mind raced as I simply stared at him, figuring out who had arranged this trip.Then it occurred to me.“Zack can’t be so generous as to ask me to buy a dress.”So, this was my husband's arrangement.First he gave me the bank cards, and now this, making me feel a bit strange.Nobody had ever handed me money and said, ‘Spend it.’Taking a deep breath, I climbed into the car, ready for this so-called banquet shopping. The engine had barely started when someone suddenly knocked against the window.I looked up.“Lilly?”That old maid stood outside, slightly breathless. Lowering the window, I aske
Ellie’s P.O.V. A scream lodged in my throat as I lost my balance, and for one terrifying second, I felt myself tipping forward. “ELLIE HUNT!” That panicked voice sounded closer than before. A strong hand locked around my arm. My world spun around its own axis as that powerful force yanked me back to the balcony. I stumbled against his hard chest, breathing heavily as Zack pulled me up safely. The second both my feet touched the floor, his grip tightened. His amber eyes glowed like fire. “Now, I come to know why your family has sent you here.” His voice was dangerously calm, a sharp contrast to his ashen face. “You are a complete nut job, Ellie Hunt.” Despite the horror of my adventure, his words hit my aching spot. My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I straightened immediately, adjusting the fabric of my night pajamas. “I am perfectly alright.” “Oh, of course!” His laugh was absolutely free of amusement. “It must be a new trend to call a suicide attempt perfectly normal.
Ellie’s P.O.V. “You will attend it.” I mimicked Zack’s deep voice under my breath as I marched down the corridor. “My foot!” The nerve of that man! My blood was still boiling because of our argument. “You sold the pictures to our rivals.” The more I replayed those accusations, the more annoyed I became. Honestly, Zack deserved an award for being insufferable. As I rounded the corner, my gaze landed on Mr. Walton’s room. A mere thought crossed my mind. ‘If I could convince my husband to skip this banquet, Zack wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. ‘ Perfect! Zack couldn’t go against his father!Feeling hopeful, I stepped toward the door and knocked at it before twisting the knob. The room smelled faintly of medicines as I entered. Mr. Charles stood beside the bed while Mr. Walton rested against several pillows. He looked comparatively better as the oxygen mask wasn’t there now, replaced by a thin tube beneath his nose. His face was exhausted, but far more awake than be
Ellie’s P.O.V.The ride to the White Mansion felt endless, worry clawing at my throat. Lilly was already waiting for me as I reached there, her voice full of urgency.“Master is waiting for you in the study, Ma’am.”Mr. Zackary was in study?Utterly confused, the moment I stepped into the study, a hand from nowhere wrapped around my wrist all of a sudden, catching me off guard.“What the…”The rest of the protest died down in my throat as my back hit the wall, the impact knocking the breath out of my lungs. I instantly stared up and found Zack standing right in front of me. His hand was still locked around my wrist while the other slammed against the wall beside my head.“You,” he spoke sharply. “How dare you!”My pulse skipped. For the first time I met Zack, he wasn’t calm or smirking coldly. His amber eyes glowed dangerously as he repeated.“How dare you, Ellie Hunt?”Actually, that was supposed to be my question!I asked. “What are you talking about?”His jaw tightened. “Don’t…







