Madam Lin glanced at the ugly man cowering in the corner, hastily covering his lower half. Her voice caught in her throat, and she couldn’t bring herself to continue.
Ariana clutched the side of her face, now numb from the slap. She wanted to cry but held back the tears.
She turned to look at Cael.
Their eyes met, and Ariana’s heart clenched. Why did it seem like there was a trace of glee in his gaze?
Cael snapped out of his stunned state and rushed to the bedside. He grabbed Jack by the collar and threw a vicious punch at him.
Jack scrambled to plead for mercy. “Boss, stop! Miss Murphy wanted it! She said she was into something more exciting! I was just following orders!”
The crowd gasped in shock.
Who would have thought that the supposedly pure and noble Miss Murphy was actually a woman of such insatiable desires? And to have the audacity to engage in this kind of act at her own engagement party… Tsk t
“Ariana, I know it’s hard for you to understand right now, but don’t worry. I’ll prove it to you with my actions. I’ll convince my mother, and then I’ll marry you.”After speaking, Cael took out a blister pack of pills, pressed out two, and handed them to Ariana.“This is the antidote. Take it, and you won’t feel uncomfortable anymore.” He also passed her a glass of water.Ariana eyed him warily, then let out a cold laugh. “Cael, if you were really concerned about my discomfort, why not just sleep with me directly? Why even bother with the medicine?”Suppressing the hatred and disgust she felt toward him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her lips close to his.“I know you don’t actually like me. What are you really plotting?”“You probably think I’m a freak, but this is just who I am. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you. I don’t care whether I was your first—I only care if I can have you forever.”His voice was filled
Cael carried Ariana back to the bed and carefully tucked her in.As he watched her eyes slowly close and her breathing become steady, the gentleness on his face vanished.Sleep well, Ariana… it won’t be long before you won’t have such peaceful nights anymore…He stood up, walked out of the suite, and left the hotel.Standing by the roadside, he pulled out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, carefully wiping his lips and hands. Then, he tossed the used wipes into a nearby trash can.Now that the scent of Ariana was gone from him, he felt like he could finally breathe again.Cael took a deep breath and looked up at the dark night sky.“Hui, do you think I was too cruel to her? But compared to what you went through… I’ve been far too merciful.”The Next Day.Ariana woke up from the haze of the previous day, her mind finally clear.Shame burned through her, and fury
Ariana looked at Annabelle, who was being held protectively in Kendrick’s arms. Her eyes burned red with jealousy.“Brother Kendrick, I know you won’t forgive me, but I just want to know—after all these years, did you really never have any feelings for me?”Kendrick’s expression was grim, his lips pressed into a tight line.Annabelle glanced between the two of them, then gently pulled herself out of Kendrick’s embrace.“I’ll wait for you outside.”She understood—after everything Ariana had done, Kendrick had still tolerated her time and time again. It was because they had been friends for so many years.Maybe… this was something that needed a clean break.But Kendrick grasped her hand tightly.“You don’t need to leave. There’s nothing I can’t say in front of you.”Annabelle felt his unwavering determination in the warmt
At the same time, in the Nichols family’s old mansion—Julissa’s eyes fluttered open as she regained consciousness.Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. She lay in bed for a while, clearing the haze in her mind. A clock sat on the bedside table, and she glanced at it.It was already the next morning.Fragments of memory surfaced in her muddled brain.She had attended Ariana’s engagement banquet, helped Scott block some drinks, ended up getting herself drunk, and then… he had carried her out of the banquet hall. After that—she had dreamt.She dreamt of a dance studio, of Scott appearing as she danced. In the dream, she kissed Mr. Nichols… and then she slept with him!Julissa clapped her hands over her burning face. How could I have such a shameful dream?!Her gaze swept the room unintentionally and landed on a set of neatly folded, light pink lounge wear placed beside the bed. It seemed to have been prepared for h
Julissa stepped out of the dance studio and called out from the hallway, “Mr. Nichols?”No response.She glanced around and noticed a staircase leading downstairs. Deciding to investigate, she headed toward it.Just as she reached the stairs, she collided headfirst into a man rushing up.“Ow!” Julissa winced, rubbing her sore nose. She looked up to see who she had bumped into.She blinked. Then blinked again.“No way…” she muttered to herself in disbelief.Standing right in front of her was none other than Julian—an absolute sensation in the entertainment industry and her favorite idol!Julian had come upstairs after hearing a woman’s voice. Now, he curiously observed the girl in front of him.“What do you mean, ‘no way’?” he smirked. “You’re the woman my brother brought home?”Julissa was completely stunned. She nodded blankly. “I’m your fan! I love your new album!”Julian stroked his chin playfully as he
Julissa blinked.She had kissed and hugged him while drunk, even made some rather suggestive remarks—shouldn’t he be angry?Unless… Scott actually liked being taken advantage of by her?The thought sent a shiver down her spine.She looked up at him, only to find that his gaze was filled with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite decipher.Fragments of memories surfaced in her mind. She vaguely recalled that after carrying her to the bedroom, he had said, “Wait for me, don’t fall asleep.”She had obviously fallen asleep afterward, but that also meant that last night, he had wanted to…Julissa found it hard to believe. No, it was impossible.Scott? Interested in her?“Mr. Nichols, I don’t understand what you mean.”Scott’s deep eyes locked onto hers. “Julissa, are you truly this clueless, or are you just pretending?”Her heart pounded wildly.She wasn’t stupid. Nor was she playing dumb.She was j
Scott took a deep breath and said, “Julissa, I’ll give you one month to reconsider. Please think carefully before giving me your final answer.”Julissa felt an overwhelming sense of pressure and dominance, making her instinctively nod.But a moment later, she realized—Wait, why am I letting him control the situation?She didn’t need a whole month to think this over.“There’s no need to consider anything. I really don’t have those kinds of feelings for you. So, Mr. Nichols, you don’t have to force yourself to keep me employed. I’ll go to HR this afternoon to resign.”With that, she turned on her heels to leave.But before she could take a step, his cold voice rang out from behind her—“Stop.”His tone was sharp, intimidating.She flinched inwardly but stood her ground. When she turned back around, her expression was stubborn and defiant.
“Last year’s?”“Yeah. I’m sure of it because our company’s overseas department won the bid for this project in the end.”“So, this document is outdated? Then why is Scott making Julissa summarize it, saying he needs it urgently?”Kendrick smirked. “What do you think?”Annabelle processed the thought and then glared at him. “No wonder you two get along so well—you really are birds of a feather.”Why was Scott making Julissa work on an outdated document? Obviously, just to keep her by his side a little longer.His scheming and manipulative ways were exactly like a certain someone she knew.Annabelle thought about it, then smirked. Mimicking Kendrick’s tone, she sent a message to Julissa:“I’m not home, and I didn’t bring my phone.”She wanted Julissa and Scott to make some progress, so of course, she wasn&rsquo
Julissa wondered—could it be that Scott didn’t have a membership card and had used Heather’s instead?She temporarily stepped away from the front desk and sat in the lounge area, trying to figure out what to do next.Technically, she could just call Scott and ask him to bring her in.But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to show up unannounced, catch them off guard, and completely disrupt their rhythm.And besides, if she were stopped outside and had to wait for Scott to come out and fetch her, it would feel like she had already lost to Heather in terms of presence and pride.So, that plan was a no-go.Should she just wait until they came out? But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.Why should she waste her time waiting around like this while they got to enjoy their date?Just as she was lost in frustration, a male voice called out to her.“Julissa?”Julissa closed her eyes. She didn’t even need to turn around—the voice alone was enough to know who it was.S
Julissa quickly grabbed Scott’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”He curled his lips into a smile and obediently let go, then swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed…The next morning, Julissa sat up, rubbing her throbbing temples and aching body—only to find the bed empty.Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her body. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven a.m.Crap! She was late!No, this wasn’t just being late—she’d completely skipped work!“Mr. Nichols?” she called toward the bedroom door. No response. Clearly, the big boss had already gone to the office.She reached for her phone by the pillow—then suddenly remembered she’d used it to record video last night. Scott had gone to take a shower, and she’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep without even thinking about it.The phone had to still be on the windowsill.Barefoot, she got out of bed and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the phone was still there, screen down and nearly burnin
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together. Then Scott went to take a shower, while Julissa headed to the bedroom.She placed her phone on the windowsill, hidden behind the curtain. Only a sheer layer covered it—just enough to keep things from being too explicit. As long as his voice was clearly captured, a blurry image would actually be even better.After all, the last thing she wanted was for every man at his future wedding to see her naked on the big screen.Yes—she was going to record her night with Mr. Nichols.Just like those classic evil ex-girlfriends in dramas, she planned to send the footage straight to his future wife. And better yet—broadcast it at their wedding.Sure, this move was one of those you hurt me, I’ll destroy us both kind of deals.But whatever. She, Julissa, was just a nobody, a little shrimp in the vast sea of high society. Once she left this circle, she could go back to her own little life.Even if she couldn't return to a peaceful life, she would do
Julissa was startled by his sudden move. She quickly turned around and smiled at Scott. “Maybe my period is coming. I’m just feeling a little low.”He paused for a second, as if just realizing what she meant by “period,” then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“You girls get emotional because of that?”Julissa forced a small smile. “Of course. We get moody, feel down for no reason, and crave all kinds of heavy flavors.”Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So what’s Julissa craving today?”Julissa immediately sensed where this was going and shot him a glare. “Definitely not what you’re thinking.”“What am I thinking?” Scott’s gaze lingered on her lips, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.Truth be told, Julissa wasn’t in the mood to flirt, so she backed away slightly. “Mr. Nichols, behave yourself…”He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her.Julissa wanted to push him away, but her hands were covered in marinade and seasoning from preparing the fish.
That one sentence struck deep.Instinctively, Julissa glanced at the ring on her left middle finger, thinking of what Scott had said to her.That night, when he gave her the ring, he had told her it wasn’t an engagement ring—just something to wear for now, and that when the time came for a proposal, he would give her something even better.She believed his words.So even though what Mrs. Nichols just said shocked her, and even brought a momentary pang to her chest, she didn’t believe it.“How do you know he won’t marry me?”Honestly, Julissa even wanted to ask, How do you know I’d definitely agree to marry him? A girl’s got her pride too.But now wasn’t the time to nitpick. She just wanted to know where Mrs. Nichols got the confidence to say so definitively that Scott wouldn’t marry her.Mrs. Nichols didn’t seem like the type to lie, and that only made Julissa more determined to find out the truth.“Then I’ll be blunt,” Mrs. Nichols said. “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., he’s going to meet Miss H
Walking beside Mrs. Nichols was another senior executive from the Nichols Group, one of the company’s veterans. The two of them were chatting and laughing, clearly in good spirits.Why is Mrs. Nichols still here? Has she been at the company the whole day?But then again, she was the former president’s wife. It was only natural for her to be on familiar terms with the old guard.Julissa quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, hoping Mrs. Nichols hadn’t noticed her either.She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, clearly distracted. She knew she should go up and greet her, but kept telling herself there was no point in exchanging a few perfunctory words. Better to stay in ostrich mode.More importantly, she was feeling guilty—her first impression with her future mother-in-law had been far from ideal. Or maybe it was just that Mrs. Nichols had such an overwhelming presence that Julissa dreaded facing her alone.She couldn’t help but wonder again—what kind of man m
Julissa truly felt like she could never win against this man. Talking to him was like navigating a minefield—one careless step, and she’d fall right into his trap.But it was still working hours, after all. Julissa thought his sudden surge of interest was way too unexpected, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared.“Mr. Nichols, what do you take me for?” she asked, breathless.“What do I take you for?”As each button was slowly undone, Julissa felt like her face was about to combust.“I’m not the kind of woman who’d… who’d just let herself get harassed for a bonus!”“Then just pretend you’re harassing me,” Scott said casually.Julissa blinked. That’s allowed?But actually, if she flipped the roles in her mind—if she imagined herself as the one taking advantage of him—somehow, it felt a bit more tolerable.Scott’s hands didn’t stop moving. They were already at her waist. “Besides,” he murmured, “you went back on your word. There’s got to be a price for that.”Julissa was hot an
Kendrick resumed his earlier position, leaning against the headboard. “The Nichols family still has some unresolved issues—they’re definitely in no place to plan a wedding right now.”“I see…” Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “But Julissa’s dad also said they had to be together for at least a year before they could get married, just to prevent them from being impulsive.”Kendrick didn’t respond further. He got out of bed and walked around to Annabelle’s side, scooping her up in his arms.“What are you doing now?” Annabelle asked in alarm.Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “Time to wash up, remember? You said your legs were too weak to walk.”…The Next Morning, Times GroupWhen Julissa went to the staff lounge to get water, she overheard her colleagues excitedly chatting about their quarterly bonuses.When they saw her, they couldn't help gossiping. They said that Miss Hickman had been working overtime again and had even completed another project, so her bonus would surely be substantial.J
That morning, after Agatha left the the Whitney Group, she died in a car accident that afternoon.The killer wasn’t Dereon, and it certainly wasn’t Ryan. Since he had promised to let her go, he wasn’t someone who would go back on his word.But Ryan knew exactly who did it—because right after Agatha’s death, he received a phone call.On the other end, the man said coldly, “Little Ryan, this is how you deal with traitors.”Ryan understood—this was a warning. A warning that if he dared to betray them, dared to spare Kendrick again, then whether it was Ryan himself, Anna, or anyone close to him, they’d all end up like Agatha.At this point, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kill Kendrick or not—it was something he had to do.Otherwise, the one who would die… would be him.Ryan downed his drink in one gulp.Dereon continued, “Young Master, I’m grateful you didn’t punish me and only assigned me overseas. But I still don’t think I did anything wrong. And that Sid—how could he possibly