ログイン"Alyssa, you can't just walk out after the damage you caused," Conner said.
Alyssa smirked. "Weren't you the one who was chasing me away? And as you can see, I have moved on," she said, beckoning to the man beside her. "You are kidding. You cannot expect me to believe that you got married and patched up your life in a single year." Conner stepped forward, his eyes dimmed when he stared at Alyssa. There was no way she could move on that fast. Did she not say she loved him? Alyssa frowned. She remembered calling this man her boyfriend. Why was Conner talking about marriage? "That is none of your business, Conner." She pulled off the diamond ring on her finger. "Ta-da! We are now engaged. I am getting married to him and that is my decision, so stay out of it." Alyssa placed the ring on her hired boyfriend's finger. Meanwhile, Harrison looked at the woman who had dragged him into this drama, and he gazed down at the ring. What was she thinking? She mentioned pretending, but she never spoke about marriage! He wanted to say something, but from the way she spoke, this moment deeply mattered to her. Harrison's eyes moved to Conner. He had seen the displayed video. This Alyssa lady had bad taste in men. Conner felt a pang in his heart, but he could only watch as Alyssa walked away. Why did her back feel so unreachable now? Seeing the interaction made Clara burn with jealousy. "Conner, my darling, she doesn't deserve you. I am here," she said with a sultry voice, causing the man to turn to her. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. Conner picked up his device, and when he saw the caller, his face paled. It was his grandfather. By then, Alyssa had walked out of the building, and she pulled the waiter with her. A tear fell down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped it. This was what she had planned for a year. Despite the pain and anger she felt, she would suck back her tears. The past year had been filled with so much trouble, but the journey had strengthened her. Then a voice broke her reverie. "Your ring." Alyssa turned back to see the waiter handing over the ring. "Even you don't want to marry me." She chuckled with a sardonic smile. The man raised his head. "I don't think you want to get involved with me either." His deep blue eyes seemed to stare into her soul. Since when were handsome men recruited to be waiters? Alyssa paused, then she tilted her head. "You don't believe in love at first sight," she said, wondering why she was so confident in flirting with a stranger. It had to be the wine. "I do not believe in love," the man shot back. He pulled out the dollar notes she had given him. "I do not need this either." Then he turned to leave. "Wait. You can't leave." Alyssa panicked. She had just played a big card inside that building by announcing her wedding to him. Why did she not think straight? She blamed her raging emotional impulse. The man raised his brow. "I am not interested in getting involved in your drama. I was merely bored today." "What if I make you fall in love?" Alyssa blurted out. Her mind was constantly racing. If Conner found out she was lying, he would make her life worse. "I do not need love at the moment—" The man paused his words before raising his vibrating phone to his ear. Alyssa could only watch in silence while she admired his facial details. This man was beyond handsome. Was this what books meant when they described the male leads as Greek gods? His jawline was defined, and the dimples in his cheek were an added bonus. His voice had a deep, rich feel, and it made her swallow. It seemed like he was not pleased with whoever was on the other side of the phone with the way he pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking her gaze down, she realised his clothes were tailored to his fit. This was definitely not a waiter. "You can take a picture, it would last better." The man's voice brought her back. "I— I can make you believe in love, and I really need this wedding." Alyssa uttered. She was already out of options. At first, the man took a good look at her, his eyes eating her up. "Since you want to get married so badly, I would humour you. Make me believe in love in thirty days or..." Alyssa didn't think he would actually accept at all, so she interrupted him. "If I do not, I will do whatever you want after the bet." He slowly shook his head. "You are making a big mistake, lady." He chuckled. It was a deep, dark chuckle. Just then, a limousine pulled up in front of them and a man stepped out. "Master Harrison. We have been looking everywhere for you." The elderly man took a quick bow before speaking with deep concern. "It is fine, Alfred. Mother sent me here to honour her friend, Jamie Winters. I don't think I will be coming back." Alyssa froze. She couldn't believe her eyes. Isn't that a limousine? "You own this vehicle? What kind of waiter are you?" She asked. Her entire world tilted to the side. Maybe she needed to get a job as a waiter too, if they were paid this richly. Alfred perked up. This was the first time in years since he had caught the master alone with a woman. He did not think Harrison would take his mother's orders seriously and actually find a wife. "He is Harrison Alexander, of course he would be afford a limousine." Harrison sighed. "Alfred, please tell mother I am fine. This is my new wife, so please take us to the court. We both have a contract to sign." Alyssa swallowed hard. Harrison Alexander? Wasn't that the name of the famous and first Billionaire in the country? But that man was named Harrison Alexander the Fifth and the annoying thing was there were no online pictures of him, so she didn't know what to believe. But if they were the same person, she had just gone from the pan and into the fire. This man could order her downfall because of everything she did today. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I am sorry. I did not know who you were. Whatever I said, I take it back. I apologise for troubling you and wasting your time." She bowed down her head and instantly turned to leave. But a strong grip held her hand. "The only place you would be going would be the court. I want to see you fulfil your little promise."Ethan had just blindly accepted the task Alyssa gave him.At the time, he had been too focused on proving himself to Abby's parents to think about what would happen afterward.He had wanted to show them that he wasn't like Claire.He wanted Abby to look at him and know that, despite everything that had happened, he was willing to stand beside her.But now that he was standing outside the sitting room where his mother was, reality was beginning to sink in.He didn't fully comprehend how difficult it would take Claire to accept such invitation.He had spent the entire walk home thinking about it.Claire wasn't stupid.She questioned everything.She trusted no one.And if she sensed even the slightest hint of a trap, she would never step foot inside the venue.As he approached her in the sitting room of their house, panic shot through him.His palms became sweaty.His throat suddenly felt dry.What would he say? Would she agree?She had to. Everything he loved depended on it.He couldn't
An uncomfortable feeling settled in Abby's gut.She stood at the entrance of the living room, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the strap of her bag.Something wasn't right.The way her parents were sitting there, the unfamiliar man in front of them, and most importantly, the way her father had looked at Ethan the moment they walked through the door all made her feel as though she had walked into the middle of a conversation she was never supposed to hear.“What do you mean you've been expecting him, Dad?” She asked, eyeing her father suspiciously.Harrison didn't answer immediately.His silence only made Abby more suspicious.Her eyes flickered to the stranger in the room, questions immediately flooding her head.He looked like he was reporting something to Harrison.There was a folder resting on the table between them, several papers sticking out from it, and the man had the serious expression of someone who had come to deliver information rather than pay a casual visit.S
Abby's words hit him like a blow to his face, but he knew she was right to be mad at him.For several seconds, Ethan could only stare at her.There was no defense he could give that would make what had happened look better. No explanation that could erase the image she had walked in on or the lies that had been carefully built around her without her knowledge. He could see the betrayal written all over her face, and somehow, that hurt more than the anger.He had expected Abby to be angry when she eventually found out.He just hadn't expected to see that much hurt in her eyes.What he couldn't believe, however, was Beatrice lying against him.His eyes briefly shifted toward Beatrice, and disbelief flashed across his face.Even now, he couldn't understand how everything had spiraled this far.All that for Claire's trust?He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm.He needed something to anchor him.His thoughts were moving too quickly, jumping from one problem to another, an
The realization of what Beatrice was about to do soon dawned on Ethan.Immediately, he got to his heels, turning sharply and blocking Beatrice's path.Without hesitation, Beatrice swerved, stumbling into the classroom.Abby's eyes widened as soon as she saw her.Confusion laced her features.“What is going on?” She asked, a tinge of concern in her tone.At the same time, Ethan walked in, his eyes darting between her and Beatrice.Abby looked at him. “Ethan… you guys are scaring me. What's happening?” Her voice shook slightly as she spoke.Beatrice walked towards her, holding Abby's hand.“There's something you need to know,” she said.“B, stop! I'll tell her myself!” Ethan said sternly, walking forward.“You had the entire day, Ethan!” She hissed back at him. “You're too late.”She shot him a menacing look, one she only had when she was about to wreak havoc.Abby's worry deepened even further. She could sense the overwhelming tension building between the siblings, and for some reason
Ethan strode down the hallway to Abby's classroom with nothing but determination pumping out of his heart.He swung the classroom's door open, his eyes searching fervently for Abby.Luckily for him, the class was empty.Abby sat alone in a corner, her ears plugged and it looked like she was scribbling something.As soon as his eyes fell on her, his heart melted instantly.It felt like a wave of calm washed over him, taking all his troubles away.He rolled his hands into fists, a muscle jumping in his jaw when he remembered the reason he came looking for her.How was he going to reveal the truth to her? That his first encounter with her was staged? That he was the son of her mother's enemy?“Abby,” he called, his voice firm, yet soft, like velvet on skin.Abby looked up, her face immediately spreading into a sweet smile.She pushed herself out of her chair, running straight into his open arms.“Ethan!” She cried happily, hugging him tightly. “What're you doing here?”His hands wrapped
Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat opposite Claire.The room felt colder than usual, despite the fact that the temperature had not changed. Perhaps it was the silence between them, or maybe it was simply the way Claire looked at him whenever she spoke about their mission.He looked blankly at her, his stomach twisting with each words she spewed.There was something about sitting across from Claire that always made Ethan feel like he was being watched even when she wasn't looking directly at him. Every movement had to be calculated, every answer carefully considered.“You will ask her out to the dance tonight and get all the information I just mentioned from her,” she said, looking up from her iPad.Her tone left no room for discussion.Ethan stared at her for a moment before leaning back slightly in his chair.“Wouldn’t she think it's weird that I want to know about her parents' company?” Ethan asked, mischief glinting in his eyes.He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hea







