As soon as Debra stepped into the Nichols family's house, she heard the sharp sound of something shattering. A teacup smashed right by her feet, sending shards skidding across the floor.Glancing up, Debra saw Melody seated on the couch, her face cold with discontent. Across from her stood Juan, straight-backed in a sleek black suit. His expression was stoic as he endured the scolding.Melody sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Juan, I know you're busy with work, but you should also spare a thought for your home. Tell me, how many days has it been since you've seen your wife? She's moved out, and you don't even seem to care. If you're not careful, one day you'll wake up to find she's run off with someone."Debra sneered at the cutting remarks. Calmly, she stepped further into the room, offering Melody a polite smile. "Grandma, what's gotten you so upset? What happened?"Melody shot her a sideways glance. "I wouldn't dare let you call me 'Grandma'. Let's stick to 'Mrs. Nichol
"Grandma!" Juan interrupted unhappily.Melody, sensing his frustration, softened her tone but continued to press her point."I'm giving you a chance, Debra. If I expose this, you'll be discredited. No one will want to marry a woman with a reputation like yours.""That's enough."Juan's patience wore thin. He reached for the stack of photos, tearing them in half before tossing the pieces into the trash.Melody was stunned. "Juan...""Grandma, I believe in Debra. No matter what, she is my wife," Juan said, taking Debra's hand.But Melody was relentless. "You can't keep a woman like her. She'll ruin our family name. How can you be so foolish?""Sophie, take my grandma back to her room," Juan ordered."Yes, sir," Sophie replied.Juan looked down at the hand he held and released it. "Come with me."Given the way he had defended her, Debra followed him without protest. Behind them, Melody's voice carried through the halls. "She is a vixen!"She now deeply regretted her initial
"What if Marion doesn't want you by then?" Juan asked."He's not you. He would never leave me," Debra replied coldly.Juan laughed, a laugh that held a hint of self-mockery. "Leave you? Debra, listen carefully. I will never leave you. If you ask, I'll do anything for you. If you want it, even if it means handing over this entire city, I wouldn't bat an eye. But what has Marion done for you?""He won't lie to me or disrespect me. He'll give me everything he has—his life, his heart. He won't care about status or position. He'll always stand by my side, never abandon me, and certainly won't try to kill me for another woman."Debra poured out her heart, making it clear that Marion and Juan were incomparable in her mind."Kill you? How could I ever want to kill you?"Juan grabbed her arm, trying to convey his sincerity. She shook him off without hesitation."Juan, you're crossing the line."Juan couldn't understand her coldness toward him. He had been racking his brain, but he still
After a sleepless night, the sky was still dark when Joe arrived to take Debra and Juan to the airport.The reality show they were filming was set on an island, which had been rented out by the production team. It wasn't just one pair of guests participating. Each divorced couple was assigned to their own private apartment.Debra and Juan were given a secluded villa on the island. Whether it was because of Juan's status or not, the production team had gone all out. While it wasn't as grand as the Nichols family's house, it still had two stories and covered a solid hundred square meters.The other guests were housed in different sections, ensuring they wouldn't bump into Debra or Juan anytime soon.The show's requirements were simple. Debra and Juan needed to live together in this cozy villa for at least a month. The filming could stretch anywhere from one to two months, and the producers would record everything for the show's content.They had a script of sorts, dictating that the
Debra watched as Juan took over, opening the packages and boiling water.It was obvious he wasn't used to doing this. As the water started to boil over, Juan stood frozen, unsure of how to react.Debra calmly stepped in and turned off the stove. "Why don't you go wait outside?"Seeing that she wasn't making a suggestion but more of a command, Juan nodded and left the kitchen.Five minutes later, Debra walked into the living room with two plates of pasta. They sat down together, eating in silence. The tension between them hadn't eased; in fact, it had thickened."I..."Juan tried to speak, but Debra cut him off."Don't talk while you're eating."Juan swallowed his words, focusing on his food. Debra, on the other hand, finished her pasta quickly, stood up, and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.Andrew had sent her to the show, but he hadn't required her to cooperate.In the control room, the director rubbed his temples in frustration. "Why is there zero interaction betwe
Debra took a couple of steps back and asked casually, "How about we just chat for a bit?""Chat..." Juan started to respond but hesitated.He wasn't exactly the best at small talk. Still, with Debra in front of him, the only thing running through his mind was the question he always wanted to ask. "What is going on between you and Marion now?"Instead, he said, "How have you been lately?""Good," Debra answered without much thought. "And you?""Not so good."Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at his blunt answer. Pausing, she glanced up at the camera and said, "Cut that part out. I'll ask again."Playing it cool, she repeated the question, "So, how have you been lately?"Watching her busy herself with cooking, Juan realized she was just trying to get some material for the show. He let out a soft laugh and replied, "Great.""Good to hear," Debra said, turning her attention back to the stew.The day had slipped by, and the sky would darken in a few hours. According to the producti
Debra yelped as the hot pot burned her hand. The sharp pain made her gasp, and she quickly grabbed her earlobes to cool down."What happened?"Juan rushed into the kitchen, immediately noticing her hand. Without hesitation, he took hold of it and pulled her over to the sink to run it under cold water.She glanced at Juan and then down at his hand.Realizing how forward he'd been, Juan awkwardly let go."Uh, you can take care of it."Debra continued rinsing her hand, unfazed by his sudden withdrawal.Juan, still flustered, said, "I'll get you some ointment."He hurried out of the kitchen, heading to the living room in search of a first aid kit.From the kitchen, Debra called out, "If you can't find it, don't worry about it."As expected, there wasn't any burn cream in the kit. Juan frowned, but Debra wasn't bothered.She walked back into the kitchen, grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and began applying it to the burn. Juan reentered the room just in time to see it."What are you
The sky had darkened, and Juan suggested that Debra go upstairs to rest.After an hour of rest, she came back down, only to find several dishes on the table that hadn't been there before."What's all this?" she asked, puzzled."Try it and see if it's good," he said.In an apron, Juan looked every bit the domestic chef.Debra sat down and looked at the dishes. "Fish, beef, and turkey? You made these?"Juan coughed awkwardly, his gaze flicking toward the nearby trash can. Following his gaze, Debra saw the trash can filled with burnt food."You made all of this?" Debra asked, her smile fading."I'm not quite good at cooking," Juan admitted, looking embarrassed."Well then, just stay away and don't waste food.""Got it."Looking at the table full of food, Debra suddenly lost her appetite. After a busy afternoon, the only thing she had made was the beef stew. The rest were takeouts, and they had been sitting out for a while, turning cold.They barely touched the dinner before st
Debra stared at the pendant.What had happened yesterday came flooding back.Kale was gone, and the fact hit her hard."It's my fault," she said in agony. "If he hadn't gone with me, he would have been alive.""Everyone makes their calls," Marion soothed her. "If there's blame, it's on the Illuminati. I was terrified, almost losing you.""I felt like you were nearby, so I wasn't afraid," she said, leaning into him. "They'll pay for hurting Drake and killing Kale. I'll make sure of it.""No matter what happens, we're in this together," he said.Exhaustion took over. She closed her eyes and drifted off.When she woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her injury kept her from moving much.Everyone gathered outside her bedroom. William came in to check on her."You're fine. Just change the dressings on time," he said, packing up his kit. "You guys can come in now."Debra adjusted her clothes and leaned against the headboard. "Sorry to trouble you.""We're in this together,"
William left quickly.Marion got up to lock the door and returned to the bedside.Sitting back into the chair, he switched on a dim lamp, making sure Debra would see him first thing if she woke up."Brother..." Debra mumbled.Marion leaned in. "I'm here."Her murmurs stopped, but her hands shot up, grasping at the air. "It's so dark. Save me."He grabbed her flailing hands right away. "Don't be scared. I'm right here."But she didn't calm down. She clutched his hand, her nails scratching at his skin. "Brother, save me," she murmured, feeling like she was trapped in a pitch-black hold.Cold seawater seemed to swallow her whole. The biting chill seeped into every crack of her body. The stench of the ocean made her gag.The water was up to her chin. She stood on tiptoes, desperate for a breath in that tiny space."Save me." Her eyes flew open.Familiar surroundings came into view. Her pupils darted until they landed on Marion. Her racing heart finally slowed."Marion?" Her v
Not long after, Marion came out with Debra.William nudged Erica and Randy. "Told you it would be soon.""How's she out here fresh after surgery?" Erica gawked.Debra was supposed to recover in the hospital, but seeing her unconscious form on the stretcher, Erica figured he had his reasons."Let's go back," Jordan chimed in. "The Potter Mansion's got a top-notch medical team. If we need gear, I'll grab it.""Yeah, hospitals suck anyway," Randy said. "Let's head back. It's freezing out here."They'd planned to grab food and head in, but Erica had made them wait so Marion could have more time with Debra. Now they were all sniffling."I'm... Achoo." William sneezed again, then bolted for the car. "I'm out of there. It's freaking cold."He had treated so many patients, but this was the first time he had fallen ill.Debra, still out cold, was loaded into the back. Marion stayed close, tending to her.By the time they reached the Potter Mansion, it was the middle of the night.Wil
William rubbed his eyes in disbelief.They had taken the emergency lane to the hospital, but Marion and the others arrived right behind their heels after going through a battle."We floored it. That's not the point," Erica replied.Marion and Jordan were already striding into the hospital.Randy grabbed Erica's arm. "Come on. Let's go.""Huh? William is still here." She was puzzled.Inside, the operating room's red light glowed.Marion arrived first. The hospital director greeted him, saying, "Mrs. Houston is in surgery now. Our top doctors have assessed her. The wound's been handled perfectly, and she is out of danger."Marion's face softened a bit. Erica heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank God. She's fine now."They'd been terrified seeing Debra collapse in a pool of blood."You're wiped out. Why don't you rest a bit?" Erica said, turning to Marion."I'll wait here," he replied, his eyes glued to the red light.Until it turned green, he couldn't rest his mind at ease."Well
Michael raised an eyebrow. "My plan never included you. Does our master know you snuck here from Orkgate? And you've got the nerve to question me?"Lara glared at him, her body aching from the burns. Her face twisted with anger."Take Miss Sharp back for treatment. It will take two hours to get back, so she'll have to tough it out," Michael ordered, unfazed.Before leaving with his crew, he lamented sanctimoniously, "Such a shame, ruining a pretty face like that."Lara clenched her fists, incandescent with rage....In the ambulance, Debra coughed up another mouthful of blood. It splattered right onto William's white coat."Aw." William almost griped about the mess, holding back only at the sight of her bad condition.He had to save her, no matter what. It was a promise he'd made to Andrew.He didn't even want to think about what would happen to him if Debra didn't make it today."Maybe another shot of painkiller? We've gotta get that bullet out fast," a medic suggested."Yo
"Miss, the fire's cut off the road," a guard reported.Lara looked around, understanding that Marion had scoped their escape route, lured them with gunfire, and set the trap.The strategy was simple but effective. The terrifying part was that he had planned it in no time and carried it out efficiently."Miss, what now?" the guard asked anxiously, looking at the roaring flames.Instead of throwing in more fuel, Marion led his crew to an open spot near water, so they could douse the fire later.The dense trees left no way out.Lara gritted her teeth, grabbed a guy, and shoved him forward, using him as a shield against the fire."Dying for me should make you proud," she said, ignoring his thrashing.He burned, reeking of charred flesh. She covered her nose, broke through, and tossed him aside. The rest couldn't escape, awaiting death.Burns scarred her body, but she didn't stop, ignoring the pain and the screams from behind her.Following the plan, Jordan's team prepared to kill
It all happened in a flash. Randy couldn't even tell how the shooting started."What're you doing? Hide!" Erica yelled.He jolted, quickly ducking behind a tree.This was life or death. Bullets didn't care who they hit. Taking cover was important.He peeked out and saw Erica charging ahead. It reminded him of their childhood.She had been Caleb's favorite, but he had thought her skills were just girly fluff.Now? The gap was glaring. She was a beast, and he was a chicken.Up ahead, Lara couldn't gauge how many were coming.A guy ran up, reporting their hidden crew got wiped by Marion. Unsure of the enemy's numbers, they held back.Lara's eyes narrowed. She believed that Marion's desperation was driven by Debra's death."He's courting death," she sneered. "I thought he was smart. Turns out he's so dumb."Turning to the messenger, she ordered, "Tell Michael's people to close in. We're boxing them up and wiping them out.""Miss, we can't.""What?""Mr. Austin's crew pulled o
"What? No," Erica yelled. "If Debra knew..." "She'd back us," Jordan said, knowing what Debra wanted.She couldn't avenge Kale, but they could. They might not crush the Illuminati, but they'd make them bleed."Take your guys and come with me," Marion said."They've lost it," Randy muttered.Erica sighed, "I've been itching to teach those clowns a lesson too. Like sewer rats, they only know how to hide behind masks and cloaks.""Don't be impulsive" Randy warned."I'm going," she insisted, yanking out her gun. "Might as well go nuts. Like is too short."Randy tensed up. "You serious?""Stay back and watch Debra if you're scared," she said. "Don't drag me down."She charged into the trees. Randy stared, feeling like the weak link."Fine. I'll show you tough," he growled, turning to a guard. "Give me your gun.""Uh, Mr. Osborne, you sure?" The guard hesitated."What, you think I can't handle it?" Randy smacked the guard's head. "I was popping off shots before you were born."
Debra suddenly hacked hard, spitting blood.Erica and Randy lit up. Jordan heaved a sigh of relief as she opened her eyes."Medical kit!" Marion snapped out of it first.William hustled over, gaping at the scene."Debra, hang in there," Erica babbled, rattled."She can't talk yet," William said, rushing to stop her bleeding.Blood poured from her chest, soaking her."You're safe now," Marion soothed her."I'm okay," she rasped.The pendant given by Kale had caught the bullet and saved her life.Tears slid down her face. She'd sworn her friends wouldn't get hurt, but Kale was gone."Don't just stand there. Help me out," William urged. "She has got an hour at most if you don't move."The pendant had dulled the shot, but it was just a stone. Her chest still took a hit even though the wound wasn't deep.Erica snapped back, and Jordan signaled for a stretcher."I've got her," Marion said, lifting her onto it.The group watched with heavy hearts.As she was carried off, Mario