MasukMy brother came back from his heir-training course convinced he was destined to marry an ultra-wealthy heiress. He took my car and tried to crash into the rear of Wendy Hewitt's vehicle. That girl was a top heiress in Greateast's elite circle, and my brother wanted to set up a chance encounter with her. I slammed on the brakes and told him the Hewitts were no fools. If my brother were to crash into that car, it would ruin our whole family's finances and then some. Wendy eventually held a grand wedding that shook the whole nation. My brother was consumed by jealousy. He insisted he would have been the groom if I had not stopped him that day. That resentment festered into hatred. In the end, my brother drove his car straight into me. I died. … When my eyes snapped open again, I found myself back in the passenger seat—back on the very day my brother tried to create that so-called chance encounter. A smug smile tugged at his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on the car ahead. "The moment Wendy sees me, I'll have her heart. And then I'll ditch this scrap metal." I didn't stop him this time. My brother stepped on the gas and crashed straight into the 50-million-dollar supercar.
Lihat lebih banyakSome said Yves was beating a dead horse, given that Molly's husband was standing right there. Some said that Yves' reputation had long been destroyed, so one with any fame or fortune would give him a moment of their day, let alone Molly.Yves lay down on the ground and chortled, but his laughter turned into sobs. His tears caked his face with black eyeliner. None helped him up, and none comforted him.When he was done crying, he staggered to his feet and played a voice recording. It was what happened that day. The air was filled with Molly screaming words of filth as she humiliated and flogged Yves. Everyone could hear Yves' cries and pleas for mercy between her insults.Just then, Wendy's voice rang out, asking if Molly had had enough fun. She then told her men to haul the unconscious Yves away.That blew up the scene and sent a tsunami roaring across the event. The Hewitts and the Boltings tried to cover it up the best they could, but the cat was already out of the bag, and it
I quietly stepped away from her to maintain some distance between us. "I have plans of my own, Ms. Hewitt, and being a kept man isn't part of it."Wendy kept stacking the deck, heaping promise after promise upon me. She thought I would waver, but I stopped her before she could cross the line and added, "Would you want your sister to live her whole life as a mistress if she were still alive?"That brought Wendy up short as her hand fell on her scar.…I passed by the hospital on my way back. Yves texted me, "Come over. We need to talk. This is important."I ran into the nurses who were done changing his dressing before I went in. They were whispering, claiming that the patient in bed 24 was kinky but couldn't even afford to pay the bills.I went around them and stood before bed 24. Yves was watching the news while playing with his hair. The sight of me filled him with gleeful satisfaction. "Wendy's marrying Brandon. How do you feel? The charm of an independent man, indeed. A
The driver behind us honked at us when the light turned green. Wendy put her hands on the steering wheel and stepped on the gas. "Those girls are still keeping an eye on me, waiting for me to fail. Clearwater has to be a roaring success."Her voice was filled with the strength of someone who would keep going on without hesitation.When we got to my place, Wendy stuck her head out the window and checked the neighborhood's name. As she left, I noticed the smidgen of something lingering in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but my smile silenced her.That night, Fiona bombarded my phone with demands for money. "Yves is in a coma! He's in the hospital! And the bill's impossible!"I promptly blocked her number. …The next morning, I saw Fiona and Johnny standing outside the company long before I was by the entrance. Judging by how they were swiveling their heads and craning their necks, they were looking for me.It was peak hour, so there were always people going about at the
Wendy grabbed Yves and left the room. I had no idea what kind of agreement they'd struck there, but Yves's shoulders were hunched when he returned. His face was also pale due to fear and hopelessness.Ms. Wollock had unbuttoned her trench coat and was lying on the sofa. The sight of her froze Yves up like a statue. His usually bright, glimmering face was filled with the stiff look of someone who was petrified with fear.He turned his head away, as if that would give him an exit, but then he saw me. Yves came running up to me and grabbed my hand. "Felix, you have to help me! I don't want to stay with that pig! Please, help me clear my debt! You have the money!" His hands were tightly gripping mine, and they felt cold as ice, as a corpse.Poor Yves thought this was about money. Anything that could be solved with money was barely a blip in Wendy's eyes. If she could convince the business owners to invest, Wendy would make Yves sleep with these women even without the debt.Yves' fa












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