Though the marriage certificate was obtained in Daloria, Ventia, and wasn't recognized back in the country, calling her "stepmom" wasn't exactly a stretch. Irvin, with his proud and lofty nature, could never truly accept the idea of marrying someone who had once been his stepmother. No matter how brief Julianne's role in that position had been, the fact remained—she had been with his father. Phillip was notorious for his philandering ways. Even when Irvin's mother was still alive, he'd been discreetly involved with other women. After her passing, he no longer bothered to hide his behavior, flaunting his affairs openly. Julianne had briefly caught his attention with her "pure" and "innocent" demeanor. It didn't last. After quickly tiring of her, Phillip tossed her aside before their honeymoon was even over, moving on to his next conquest. Their Daloria marriage was brief, barely a blip, and with it taking place overseas, almost no one knew about it. Irvin, in an effort to
I sidestepped her lunge, letting her swipe at nothing. A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Why wouldn't I dare?"I had tried to stay calm, endure their insults, and focus on a peaceful divorce. I didn't retaliate when they spread lies about me or painted me as the villain. But them? They saw my silence as a weakness. They thought I was an easy target, someone they could humiliate without consequence. I could have tolerated everything they said about me, but when they dragged Mr. Holland into it? That crossed a line. Julianne missed her mark and only got angrier. Her frustration boiled over, her voice shrill and hysterical. "Emilia! How dare you? How dare you!" She was used to walking all over me, used to always having the upper hand. Every confrontation between us had ended with her as the victor. She thrived on that superiority, on being untouchable. But now? Now, I had hit her where it hurt, and she couldn't handle it. She snapped completely. Grabbing a teapot from
"You know how fragile she is, and yet you—" Before Irvin could finish, I cut him off with a sarcastic smile. "You'd better hurry and take your precious Julianne to the hospital! Don't waste any more time, or she might not make it!" He stared at me, shocked at my lack of guilt or remorse. The disappointment in his eyes was almost laughable. Without another word, he picked up Julianne and rushed out, leaving as quickly as he'd appeared. Once they were gone, Mr. Holland turned to me with a sharp glare and let out a cold snort. "You have such big round eyes, how could you have been so blind?" I couldn't deny it. I really had been blind before. "Do you remember what I told you back then? When I tried to warn you about him?" He didn't wait for me to answer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that's right. You said, 'We're in love, Mr. Holland! He'll love me forever. Just wait and see how happy I'll be!'" I was at a loss for words.He scoffed. "This is the happiness yo
Late that night, just as I'd fallen asleep, a loud, insistent banging on my door woke me up. After Irvin repeatedly figured out the new door codes I kept changing, I installed an additional lock on the inside of my door. Now, once I was home, no one could get in without my permission. "Emilia, open the door!" Hearing Irvin's voice, I sighed and sat back down on the couch. I didn't need to guess why he was here. Julianne must've woken up, and now that he had the time and energy, he'd come to confront me. I wasn't stupid. There was no way I was opening the door for someone who came to pick a fight. I figured he'd bang on the door for a while, lose his temper, and then leave. After all, tonight had been a disaster for his precious Julianne. He'd have plenty to do—cleaning up the mess, soothing her, and playing the perfect doting protector. Surely, he wouldn't waste too much time on me. But I underestimated him. "Emilia, I know you're in there. Open the door, or I'l
When we arrived at the hospital, Julianne was standing on the rooftop. The freezing winter air was biting, the temperature well below zero. Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, painting the night with a cold, silent beauty. And there she stood, in nothing but a thin white slip dress, her figure trembling in the fierce wind. She looked so fragile, so broken, like a tragic figure ripped from a storybook. Even a stray dog passing by might have felt sorry for her. And Irvin? He looked like he was about to explode. Grabbing Jeremy by the collar, he demanded, "What's going on? Why is Julianne on the rooftop?" Before Jeremy could answer, Mom caught sight of me. She rushed over, her face twisted with rage, and raised her hand to slap me. To my shock, Irvin—despite being laser-focused on his precious Julianne—managed to intercept her hand before it made contact. "Catherine, don't hit Emilia," he said, his tone firm but slightly distracted. "She didn't—" "What?" Mom c
Irvin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Julianne on the edge of the rooftop. "Lianne, don't do this! Please, trust me—this won't ruin anything for you. I won't let it affect your life!" Julianne let out a bitter laugh, her thin frame trembling in the icy wind. She looked fragile and pitiful."Irvin, don't lie to me," she said softly, her voice laced with despair. "I've seen it all… I've read what they were saying about me in their group chats. Everyone is calling me a gold digger." Her tears streamed down her face, glistening in the faint moonlight. "Irvin, not being with you already made life meaningless for me. But now? Now, I can't go on at all…" She turned her gaze to me, her face twisted with sorrow and bitterness. "Millie," she said, her voice trembling. "I know you hate me because Mom and Dad adopted me and divided their love. I know you blame me for that. But I've always treated you like a real sister. Why? Why do you keep hurting me like this?" Tears wel
When I heard Irvin's words, I froze for a moment, stunned. Then, an icy chill spread through my entire body. Irvin knew. He knew Julianne's true nature. He knew she wasn't the sweet, innocent woman she pretended to be. He knew she was manipulative and cruel. And yet… Even knowing all of that, he still coddled her and indulged her every whim. Julianne wanted me dead, and he was willing to deliver me to her on a silver platter. I had always thought that Irvin—like the rest of my family—was blind to who Julianne really was. I thought he only loved her because he didn't know the truth. But now? Now I realized he wasn't blind at all. He knew exactly who she was. Which left only two explanation—either he loved her so much that he didn't care about her flaws, or… Or this was never about love. Maybe he wanted me gone, and Julianne's twisted plan was the perfect excuse. If she "accidentally" killed me, he'd become a widower without ever having to divorce me. No
When Mom and Dad snapped out of their shock, they immediately came at me, fists flying. "You ungrateful brat! How could you call the cops? How could you accuse Irvin like that?" The officers quickly stepped in, shielding me from their blows. Then Mom and Dad turned to the officers, their voices full of urgency and fake concern. "She's mentally ill! She's not in her right mind! We're her parents, and Irvin is her husband. He wasn't trying to hurt her—he just wanted her to go up and talk Julianne down. This is all a misunderstanding!" I cut in before they could spin their story further. "That's not true!" I shouted. "They didn't want me to calm Julianne down—they wanted me dead!" I knew I had to leave a record of this incident. If anything happened to me in the future, I wanted the police to know exactly where to start looking. This wasn't just about tonight but about protecting myself from whatever might come next. Despite their claims, my parents couldn't provide a
William wasn't the type to repay a life-saving favor. So, for the past two years, Julianne had always wondered why he treated her so well and was especially attentive to her health.It was only after she returned to Claudeville that she finally understood.It turned out William had a sickly niece he cherished dearly—one whose survival depended on Julianne. Upon learning this, she suddenly felt she had the upper hand again.While she still couldn't figure William out entirely, she had come to understand him somewhat. She knew he would continue to tolerate her—for the sake of his sickly niece—as long as she didn't do anything out of line.To be clear, Julianne made my life difficult because she hated me. But as long as she didn't harm me, she knew no one would hold it against her. After all, William's niece needed her blood to live.The more she thought about this, the more pleased she became.I could see it plainly in her eyes. Her expression seemed to say that even after all thes
Seeing how determined I was, Emma didn't press any further.Just as we were about to leave in the car, another car pulled up beside ours. When I saw who stepped out of it, my eyes widened in shock.Emma saw them too and tugged at my sleeve in surprise. "Emilia, isn't that your ex-husband's brother and sister-in-law?"I was just about to say yes when Grace suddenly collapsed into Irvin's arms. He picked her up and rushed toward the hospital.Seeing this reminded me of how I had wished that Irvin would come and save me when I was drowning.I chuckled mockingly.Noticing something was off with me, Emma turned to me. "Emilia, what's wrong?"I withdrew my gaze. "Nothing."Then I told the driver to start driving.As the car drove out of the hospital, Emma stared at me. She hesitated at first, but then curiosity got the better of her "Emilia, looking at how you reacted to your ex-husband's brother… Is it true that he's actually not Timothy, but Irvin?" she asked.She had been with
Only after our car had driven far into the distance did William finally withdraw his gaze from Noah's car."Was Ms. Quill's assistant rescued?" he asked.Matthew immediately replied, "Yes, she's been taken to the hospital. She's out of danger."William hummed indifferently in response, then got into the car and left.…By the time I woke up in the hospital, night had already fallen.I was surprised to see Noah sitting at my bedside—surprised that I was still alive and that it was Noah who had come to save me.Seeing me awake, Noah stood up excitedly. "Emi, how are you feeling? I'll get the doctor!"I wanted to tell him I was fine, but my voice came out hoarse when I opened my mouth.Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly reached out to grab Noah before he could leave to call the doctor.Before I could even ask, he already knew what I was going to ask. "Your assistant's fine. She woke up even earlier than you," he said. Hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief.Noah
Emma was also quite smart. Once she calmed down, she immediately understood what I meant. She wanted to say something, but I had already opened the car door and pushed her out.Seeing several people swimming toward us, I shoved her again, urging her to leave quickly.In the face of life and death, survival would become an instinct for everyone. So even though she didn't wish me harm or want to leave me behind, she swam away with tears in her eyes. Not long after she left, those so-called "rescuers" surrounded me.When they noticed someone had swum away, they exchanged hand signals underwater, planning to send some after her and others to capture me. Realizing this, I quickly pointed at myself, trying to tell them that I was the one they were looking for. Then I turned and swam in the opposite direction, hoping to lure them away and buy her more time to escape. But even though they understood my gesture, they didn't believe me. They still sent people after her.They were very
There was only one road from the airport to the city, and William's car was right behind ours.Matthew, who was driving, immediately sensed something was wrong when he saw our car suddenly accelerating at an alarming speed.He quickly said, "Mr. Ashford, something's wrong with Ms. Quill's car!"William, who was busy reading the documents, immediately looked up. His gaze darkened when he saw how recklessly the car in front was moving."Catch up with them!" he ordered. At that moment, his phone rang. It was Noah calling, and he sounded anxious on the other end. "Uncle Will, are you with Emi right now? I just heard that Madeleine is planning to kill her! "I don't know the exact plan, but I heard they're making a move on the way from the airport to the city. You need to be careful! I'm heading to the airport right now!"Noah's words made William's expression grow even darker. …While Emma was still processing the situation, I noticed something strange about the driver. If the
Just like that, we came back alive from the brink of death in an instant. It felt like we were in hell one moment and in heaven the next.Perhaps I was still too scared. So scared that even after the plane had stabilized for a while, I still couldn't find any strength in my body. I was still shaken by the fear and couldn't fully snap out of it.William was also holding me tightly the entire time, not letting go. The softness of my body in his arms stirred something in him that he couldn't describe. He instinctively didn't want to let go.It wasn't until a flight attendant knocked on the door to check on us that I finally returned to my senses.William also let go of me instantly. The sudden emptiness in his arms left him feeling rather hollow.He came to realize something, and his already deep gaze darkened even more, making it even harder to read.After the flight attendant tidied up the cabin and left, William, who had been perfectly fine and warm just moments ago, suddenly tur
The flight attendant knocked on the entrance to the suite to signal her arrival and served our meal. Then, she left swiftly.William and I were eating and discussing our AI chip factory when his face suddenly turned red. He couldn't say a word.The moment I saw that, I immediately realized what was happening and rushed over to him.I moved behind him, wrapped my arms around his abdomen, and clenched my fists. With my palm facing upward, I tightened my arms and pressed my left fist forcefully into his upper abdomen again and again, until he finally spat out the seed of a fruit.He had accidentally swallowed the seed while eating dried fruit, and it had gotten stuck in his throat.William stared at the seed he'd just coughed up, looking flustered. A man like him, who was so strong and composed, had choked while eating. He couldn't believe it had actually happened.Especially in front of me!William, who was usually composed no matter the circumstances, now had a face flushed wit
William handed me a glass of champagne and said, "I heard Grace gave you a hard time again at the airport lounge."I hummed in response, confirming it. At the mention of Grace, a thought struck me, and I turned to him. "Mr. Ashford, many of your company's products seem to compete directly with the Hardwells'."Although most of my focus had been on research, I did know a little about the business world. After all, I had a company myself. "Yes, why?" William raised an eyebrow at me."If you're planning to enter the mainland market, wouldn't the Hardwells be your biggest competitor?" I asked.Upon hearing that, William's dark eyes lit up with interest. "Are you trying to join forces with me against the Hardwells?"I knew that I couldn't hide my intentions from someone like William, so I answered honestly, "I'm just thinking ahead. I wanted to see if you had similar plans. If so, maybe we could work together in the future."Going against the Hardwells alone was definitely impossi
At the same time, the same video was also delivered to Noah's grandfather, Mr. Hull Senior."This is the woman Noah's interested in? He refused a marriage alliance with Ms. Charter because of her?" Mr. Hull Senior questioned incredulously.His butler, who had been by his side for decades, lowered his head respectfully and answered, "Yes."Mr. Hull Senior scoffed. "What kind of judgment does he have? It's no wonder he doesn't measure up to his uncle."Noah might be excellent, but at his age, William had already built up the Ashfords into the wealthiest family in Redwood. In terms of cunning or any other aspect, he was still far behind William.The loyal butler remained silent as he respectfully stood off to the side."If anyone else was still left in this family, I'd never even consider passing it to Noah!" Mr. Hull Senior exclaimed, pounding his cane hard against the floor.The Hulls had built their fortune from casinos. Their business had shady beginnings, which meant they also