LOGIN“You silly woman!" Desmond ground out each word, his voice tight with frustration.Before he could recover, Lucas’ hands pressed even harder, forcing another grimace out of him.“That's it! No more massaging!" Desmond tried to jerk his arm back. "I'm going to find Margot, she's probably missing me." In truth, he hadn't seen Margot since arriving at the Sullivan estate. She was the perfect excuse to escape Lucas’ grip.“Yes, that's enough," Amelia said, her tone soft. "He's going to see Margot. Let's not keep him."Lucas let go without protest, but not without that faintly disdainful look that made Desmond’s blood boil.Gritting his teeth, Desmond jabbed a finger at Lucas. "I'll go see Margot first, and then I'll settle this with you later."Desmond resolved that once he saw Margot, he'd make sure she heard his side of the story.He turned to Amelia. "I'll find you later." With that, he strode off.Watching his retreat, Amelia chuckled. "He's really like a kid. It's nice to have so much
"Not a big deal, just scraped my hand a bit." Trying to play it cool, Desmond lifted his hand, showing off the reddened knuckles.“Why'd you get into a fight?" Amelia frowned, her gaze fixed on his hand. "Did someone insult you?" She knew Desmond wasn't the type to start anything, so someone must've provoked him first.“Yeah." Desmond nodded. He didn't want her to know that the young man had badmouthed her. No point in making her upset over idiots like that.“Good for you. If someone's running their mouth, punch 'em. As long as you win, nothing else matters." Amelia gave him a light shove from behind. "Come on, let me put some ointment on your hand."Desmond, grinning like a fool, was caught off guard and nearly stumbled. "Ah! You brute! Why are you pushing me? Couldn't you just hold my hand?”“Shut it. I'm taking you to treat your hand."“Even if you are, why push me? Can't you be a little gentler?" he muttered, dramatically. "Heartless woman… If I help you again, I'll be a damn fool.
Seeing Lucas seemingly disregard Amelia and ask for his name instead, the young man lit up inside.Lucas was going to take his side! Ha! Amelia and Desmond were finished.Suppressing his glee, he offered a toothy, flattering smile. "I'm Derrick Ortiz, the heir to the Ortiz Group."“When you called Miss Brown ‘used goods', do you have anything to back that claim?" Lucas’ eyes darkened, dangerous and razor-sharp.Derrick didn't hesitate. "Of course! She's a used-up ex-wife from the Wright family, and she's got some sugar daddy on the side. She clearly gets around, before and after marriage. Why else would the Wright cast her aside? One glance at her and you can tell, she oozes promiscuity. I've seen her type before, always flirting and seeking attention from men everywhere. She definitely showed up just to catch someone's eye." Pausing, he added, "No way she got invited on merit. Must've had her sugar daddy pull some strings. Honestly, which tasteless sap would want a woman like that, le
"Grandma, this has nothing to do with repaying a debt. I genuinely have feelings for Amelia. She's the only woman I will ever love in this life," Lucas said, his tone cold but sincere.It was the first time Margot had ever heard him speak so plainly and honestly. The gravity of his words caught her off guard. This was a rare moment in Lucas’ life, one where he cast aside his usual reserve to confess his affection toward a woman.It was painfully clear that Lucas truly cared for Amelia. Cared for her enough to speak more than a few clipped words like he used to. Cared for her enough to let down his usually rigid, indifferent guard.Cared for her enough to say aloud what he usually kept hidden, especially given his usual indifference to women.Margot let out a long, quiet sigh. Her thoughts drifted to the pleading eyes of her late husband in his final moments. Despite everything, she still felt the need to try once more. "I'm not trying to force you into marrying Vickie, but when it come
"Well, that explains it. Desmond’s into that divorced woman, so he was trying to shake Lorraine off. Who'd have thought he'd fall for someone people consider used goods?"Suddenly, Desmond yanked his arm free from Lorraine's grasp and turned to her with an icy glare. "Stop clinging to me! Or don't blame me if I stop being nice!"Then, without another word, he stormed toward the man who had insulted Amelia and, without hesitation, landed a solid punch to his face. No one had the right to insult Amelia! She was not used goods, they didn't even know a fraction of her worth. These people were just blinded by their arrogance and shallow judgment.Terrified by the sudden burst of violence, the guests all scrambled back, afraid of getting caught in the chaos.Lorraine stood there, paralyzed with shock, watching Desmond lash out like a storm unleashed. Since the day she met him, she had never seen him act out like this, striking without warning, pure fury in his every move.As the man was beat
“Eve…” Sophia grabbed Eve’s arm and leaned in to whisper, "Just say it. One word. That's all it takes. Otherwise, we'll all get kicked out."Eve blinked as the fog in her brain cleared, and reality hit her like a slap. They hadn't jumped through all those hoops just to get kicked out now. They'd put in way too much effort to get invited to this birthday banquet, had even dropped half a billion on a famous painting, all to win Margot's favor. They couldn't get thrown out. They had to stay, no matter what. Otherwise, everything they'd done up until now would be for nothing.Once again, Eve felt it was all that bitch Amelia’s fault! If Amelia had just agreed to sell them Feathers of the Divine, they wouldn't have been forced to spend half a billion on a backup.Then, Eve’s lips twisted into a cold smile. The irony was delicious, Amelia was here too, hoping to curry favor with Margot using the famous painting Feathers of the Divine.But Eve assumed she and her family had the upper hand. Th
The Delgado siblings looked at him, bewildered. The truth was, he had never said any of that before. No matter what trouble they stirred up, their parents always bailed them out. They never got reprimanded; instead, they got accolades.The Delgado couple wasn't clean, either. For years, they had han
"Exactly! Even male fighters struggle against him. She's walking into a slaughterhouse."“Unless… wait. Is this rigged? Did someone pay off Boxing King to throw the fight? No way. Too obvious. That's suicide."“Pfft. Forget it. Just another rich fool with more money than sense."“What an idiot. Migh
"Patience." Marcus’ face remained a mask of stone, revealing nothing of his inner calculations. "We just had a public confrontation. Move against her now, and every finger will point straight at us."Jorge's head bobbed with understanding, his confidence returning in full force. "Give me a week, and
The handsome man raised the cigar to his lips, took a slow, deliberate drag, and then blew the smoke toward the window as if he could somehow make it drift down to caress Amelia’s face. "Well, well, beautiful. Looks like I've finally tracked you."His lips curved into a dangerous smile, his predator







