LOGIN"It's over…"Caleb whispered hoarsely, his face pale. "How am I supposed to get married in the future now?"Seraphina didn't even look at him.She grabbed her suitcase and walked out of the room, her steps steady as she headed down the stairs. The sound of the wheels echoed through the hall, each step further severing her ties to this house."Seraphina!"Edmund's furious voice thundered behind her.She stopped."If you walk out of this house," he barked, "don't even think about coming back! I will freeze all your bank cards!"Slowly, Seraphina turned around.She laughed.It wasn't loud.It wasn't hysterical.It was bitter."I didn't use the bank card you gave me a long time ago even once," she said calmly. "From the very beginning, I told myself that if I was going to repay your so-called kindness, I would do it properly."Her grip tightened around the suitcase handle."I worked for the company. I helped stabilize projects. I never once took money that didn't belong to me."Her voice
"So you finally decided to come back."Margaret Hawthorne's voice cut through the hall the moment Seraphina stepped fully inside the villa. She stood near the living room, arms crossed tightly, her expression sharp and furious—no trace of the gentle mother she once pretended to be.Seraphina closed the door behind her calmly."I'm here to get my things," she said evenly.Margaret scoffed. "Your things?" She laughed bitterly. "You still dare to call this place your home after what you did yesterday?"Before Seraphina could respond, hurried footsteps echoed.Caleb appeared from the corridor, his face pale with anxiety and anger mixed together. "Sister," he snapped, "do you have any idea what kind of trouble you caused?"Seraphina turned to him slowly, her gaze steady. "Good morning, Caleb."His lips twitched. "Don't pretend nothing happened! Julian is furious. Do you know how hard it was for Father to calm him down?"As if summoned by his name, a heavy presence descended the staircase.
The next morning, Seraphina stepped out of the bedroom early.She stretched lightly, blinking away the remnants of sleep—only to pause when she noticed Lucien.He was still asleep on the small sofa, curled slightly on his side, wrapped awkwardly in a thin blanket. Even then, it was obvious he was cold. His brows were faintly furrowed, one arm tucked beneath his head like a makeshift pillow.Seraphina smiled unconsciously.Her thoughts drifted back to the night before.Last night, the two of them had been sitting side by side on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them, the television glowing softly in the dim apartment.They didn't talk much.They just watched.Occasionally, their hands brushed when they reached for popcorn, and both pretended not to notice. The movie ended before either of them realized how late it had gotten.Seraphina glanced at the clock."Eleven already?"Lucien followed her gaze and froze."…Right," he said slowly.Silence followed.Then came the unspoken realiz
After Lucien and Seraphina left the venue, all remaining eyes turned to the Hawthorne and Moreau families.The silence did not last long.The man from the first-rate family who had laughed earlier stood up, clapping slowly, his face full of satisfaction. "If there's another show like this," he said cheerfully as he looked at Edmund Hawthorne, "don't forget to invite me."He laughed again. "Totally worth coming. Good food, free entertainment."Then he turned to Julian, smiled brightly, and added, "By the way, the fried chicken was excellent. Don't forget to invite me to your wedding with Caleb."With that, he laughed and walked out.One by one, the guests followed.Some laughed openly. Some shook their heads in disbelief. Others whispered excitedly, clearly convinced they had just witnessed one of the most entertaining social disasters in Lunada City's history....On the other side of the city, Lucien slowed his electric bike and stopped by the roadside.Seraphina, seated behind him,
"Is this real?!"Someone shouted from the crowd. No one knew who it was—but it echoed exactly what everyone was thinking.Seraphina smiled.Lucien smiled back.Without hesitation, Lucien stepped closer and casually offered his arm, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Seraphina took it lightly, her fingers resting against his sleeve. Together, they turned—ready to walk away from the stage and leave the chaos behind.Behind them, Julian Moreau looked like a complete clown.Every pair of eyes in the hall was on him now. Some guests covered their mouths, trying to hide their laughter. Even Julian's own friends were shaking their heads, a few openly chuckling as they watched him stand frozen on the stage.The faces of the Moreau family burned red with humiliation—as if they had been slapped hard in public.From the front row, a man from a first-rate family laughed loudly, entirely unbothered by the tension. "This was worth coming for," he said cheerfully. "You don't get th
For a moment, no one moved.The grand wedding hall—once filled with soft music and polite murmurs—fell into stunned silence. Faces froze mid-expression, as if the entire audience had been turned into statues.A wedding turning into a public spectacle was not unheard of among the elite.But this?This was unheard of.Whispers erupted almost immediately, spreading like wildfire across the hall. All eyes shifted from the stage to the man seated at the front row—someone who looked painfully out of place.He sat there casually, one leg crossed over the other, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand.He was eating.And judging by the way he chewed, he was enjoying it thoroughly.His clothes were neither formal nor casual, as if he had dressed without consulting the dress code at all. His hair was slightly messy, his posture lazy, and his expression absent-minded. He looked like someone who had wandered in by accident—perhaps a distant acquaintance who had followed the smell of food.Some gu







