Se connecterHELENE“She only reacted that way because the Matriarch Ring carries extraordinary significance within the family,” Marcus continued stiffly, discontent evident in his deep voice.His gaze flicked briefly toward me.“Helene is still young. Fiona is merely worried that by entrusting such an important heirloom to her, she may not be able to safeguard it properly—or shoulder the responsibility that comes with it.”Grandpa looked at him for several long seconds, his aged eyes unreadable.Then he spoke calmly.“Since I chose to give it to her, that means I’m not worried about whether she can safeguard it or not.”“As for her ability to shoulder the responsibility…” His gaze shifted toward me briefly before returning to Marcus. “She is Lucien’s wife.”“It doesn’t matter if she knows nothing right now. She can learn slowly from her mother-in-law.”His tone remained calm, yet every word carried undeniable weight.“She’ll understand eventually, no matter how long it takes. This is a responsibi
HELLENEWhile I was still frozen in shock, Vivienne seemed to realize something belatedly.“Wait,” she said, her brows knitting slightly. “What did you just call me? Mrs. Blackthorne?”The moment I heard that, I instantly understood what she was really asking for.Or rather, what she wanted to hear.My expression turned faintly awkward.That word felt strangely unfamiliar to me.Honestly, I could probably count on both hands the number of times I had ever called the woman who gave birth to me that.Yet now—Feeling the weight of the necklace resting against my skin, then looking down at the undeniably precious jewelry box still in my hands, I found myself unable to deny the sincerity of the woman seated beside me.And sincerity…Sincerity had always been the one thing I didn’t know how to guard against.At this point, whether I addressed her as Mrs. Blackthorne or Aunt Vivienne, neither felt truly appropriate anymore.Taking a slow, silent breath, I mentally prepared myself.“M-Mom,”
HELENEThanks to that brief yet unexpectedly heartwarming interlude, the atmosphere in the living room relaxed considerably.Unfortunately, the moment I realized it was now Marcus and Fiona’s turn to present their gifts, the faint smile on my lips instinctively faded.I truly couldn’t muster even the slightest goodwill toward anyone from their family.And judging from everything so far, the feeling was clearly mutual.That thought only strengthened as I looked down at the perfume box now resting in my hands.By ordinary standards, it certainly wasn’t cheap.But within a family like the Blackthornes, it could only be considered perfunctory.The sort of gift one gave out of obligation or mockery, rather than sincerity.“Do you like it?” Fiona asked with a faint smile curving her lips.“My assistant got it during a promotional event,” she added lightly. “But when I saw it, I thought it suited you quite well, so I specifically asked her to set it aside.”Silence briefly descended over the
HELENEDinner began and ended in silence.Just like many other prestigious families, the Blackthornes observed the unspoken rule of not speaking while eating. Aside from the faint clink of silverware against porcelain, the dining room remained almost completely quiet throughout the meal.Once dinner concluded, everyone gradually gathered in the living room again.Fortunately, Isabel had already given me a heads-up about what was about to happen. The public gift-giving session for the newest addition to the family.Apparently, it was a long-standing Blackthorne tradition.At the same time, it also served another purpose—A subtle way of revealing who acknowledged you, who preferred to keep their distance, and vice versa.Honestly, rich people could be unbelievably dramatic at times.Even something as ordinary as gift-giving could somehow turn into a political performance.Naturally, there was even an order to follow. The younger generation presented their gifts first before the elders
LUCIENI remained silent, allowing him to continue.“At that time, his condition had already worsened considerably,” Grandpa said slowly. “The doctors had practically sentenced him to death. Yet instead of worrying about himself, the thing weighing most heavily on his mind was his granddaughter.”“Helene.”My fingers twitched faintly against the wheelchair’s armrest.“He told me he’d failed her.” Grandpa’s voice lowered. “Apparently, during his frequent business trips, his longtime ex-wife—Henri’s mother—never stopped meddling in the Laurent household. Over time, Henri and his wife became obsessed with one thing: producing a legitimate male heir.”His expression darkened slightly.“They were terrified that my old friend might have illegitimate children outside who would one day fight them for the inheritance.”I said nothing.“By the time he realized how serious things had become, it was already too late.” Grandpa exhaled heavily. “The two girls—Camille and Helene—had already been neg
HELENEAfter taking a few sips of water, the coughing finally subsided.“Are you alright now?” Old Mr. Blackthorne asked, concern evident in his voice.“Yes, Mr. Blackthorne,” I replied somewhat sheepishly as I screwed the cap back onto the bottle before bending slightly to place it beside my chair. “Thank you for your concern.”“Why are you addressing me so formally?” the older man frowned. “We’re family now. You should call me Grandpa, or Old Man like Lucien does.”I froze for the briefest moment.In that instant, I understood what his words truly meant.He had accepted me as Lucien’s wife.A faint smile tugged at my lips.Although his acceptance technically shouldn’t matter much considering Lucien and I were only a temporary couple, having it was undoubtedly better than not.“Grandpa,” I called obediently.“Good. Good,” he repeated with visible satisfaction, clearly pleased by the address.Just then—“What’s making you smile so happily, Grandpa?”A familiar voice drifted in from th
LUCIEN For the first time in my life, I felt as though I wasn’t intelligent enough. From everything Helene had said so far, it was obvious she found the idea of replacing Noemie and marrying me just as ridiculous as I did. She had even clearly foreseen the consequences it could bring—especially fo
HELENE“What exactly is going on between you and my cousin?” Isabel asked.The moment the question left her lips, a single thought crossed my mind.As expected.When I saw her standing outside my door earlier, I had already guessed why she came. And, as it turned out, I wasn’t wrong.Thinking about
HELENEI sent Grandma a message to let her know I’d received the package she’d sent, having spotted it by the front door earlier.Knowing how rarely she checked her phone, I didn’t expect a reply anytime soon.Fortunately, the produce was still fresh as I sorted everything into the refrigerator. Ot
ISABELFollowing the words I’d meant as comfort, I was caught off guard when Helene lowered her head and whispered an apology.Then came the tears. One after another, large drops slipping silently down her cheeks.“I—I didn’t mean to blame you,” I stammered, panic rising as I reached out to wipe t







