Third Person's POV
As night fell, Emily simply dressed and headed to the restaurant designated by Richard.
It was a self-operated restaurant in a seven-star hotel. Though reluctant, she didn't dare to defy Richard.
On the way, she pictured the man as a cynical playboy. Enduring a meal with him would be tolerable. After all, she despised heartless rich men, none of whom compared to Blake in her eyes.
Pushing open the restaurant door, all her assumptions crumbled—a middle-aged man sat there, slightly overweight, balding, with yellowed, decayed teeth from years of smoking.
Emily froze. What was Richard thinking?
"Miss Chavez? You're even prettier in person!" The man grinned, his yellow teeth making Emily almost gag.
"Are you Mr. Waleri?" Before coming, she'd researched him—an ex-politician turned businessman with decent success, but his family's complex and scandalous relations were well-known.
Baldwin shrugged. "That'
Third Person's POVA knock sounded, and the butler entered, handing Emily a phone. "Mr. Chavez is calling for you."Emily's face darkened as she took the call. Richard's voice came through, "Emily, are you still angry with me?""Why did you do this? Am I not your daughter?" Her voice still trembled."Of course you are. I have always treated you as my own. I'm in trouble, and you'll help me through it, right? You've always been a good girl," Richard's tone dripped with feigned warmth."Yes, I will," Emily replied, her voice hollow, her heart now a cold, determined void.The naive, dependent stepdaughter was gone—hatred and clarity had taken root, and she knew her retaliation was about to begin.Blake and Catherine's wedding invitations had been sent out, met with numerous blessings.Abigail and Patricia helped Catherine choose several dresses, including a nearly ten-million-dollar pure white wedding gown embedded with thou
Third Person's POVAbigail had clearly told her earlier that the twins were fast asleep."Hedwig, Daddy's not bullying Mommy. Actually, uh, Mommy got sand in her eye, and Daddy's blowing it out," Blake said, remarkably composed as he fabricated an excuse on the spot."Really? Mommy, how did you get sand in your eye? Is it serious?" Hedwig asked, her face etched with worry.Catherine's cheeks flushed as she quickly rubbed her eye. "I was standing by the window and the wind blew sand in. Hedwig, why are you and your brother up? Did you trick Granny?"Hedwig giggled. "We wanted to see Daddy, so we pretended to sleep!""You shouldn't do that. Granny would be so sad if she knew," Catherine said, her face stern as she gently reprimanded the children."Next time, remember to knock before entering, understand?" Blake said sternly to his son.Noah pouted. "Got it, I'll knock next time so you two can prepare.""Come on, Hedwig, le
This was the most suitable diamond he could find, and it hadn't been easy.The designer beside him wore an awkward expression. Proud of his one-of-a-kind designs, he now stood shamefaced.Blake, considerate of the designer's pride, asked him to leave."Mom, this diamond is small and doesn't sparkle much. Where did Dad get it from?"The little one, too young to appreciate such things, compared it to her daily toys with large rhinestones, thinking her mom's diamond couldn't possibly be smaller.But now, seeing it, she realized it was indeed much smaller.Noah, however, remarked, "Can you compare real and fake ones?""What's real and fake?" Hedwig asked with wide, curious eyes.Catherine patiently explained, "Hedwig, the size of a diamond doesn't mean anything. Your dad's thoughtfulness is what matters. I think this ring is beautiful, and I love it.""Your happiness is all that counts. It's a gift for you!" Hedwig said with
"Wow, Mom, you have so many photos of Dad here! And there's one where he's not wearing any clothes!" the little girl exclaimed in surprise as she flipped through the album.Hearing the words "not wearing any clothes," the coffee Blake was sipping nearly sprayed out.He quickly leaned over to check the photo and was somewhat relieved to see it was just a picture of him sleeping in bed.Catherine was already mortified. Truth be told, she had indeed taken quite a few sneaky photos of Blake, but these were meant for her private enjoyment.Blake looked at Catherine with a meaningful smile, making her face flush."Why do you even take photos of me sleeping? Are you really that fond of taking my pictures?" he teased.Catherine quickly snatched the phone away, turned it off, and stammered, "No, I only took a few. Speaking of which, the food hasn't arrived yet. I'm getting hungry."Blake knew she was deliberately changing the subject, and his
"Stop overthinking! Once married, why would there be divorce?" Olivia said, both anxious and annoyed that Sunny was thinking so far ahead.Sunny gazed at her calmly. "Olivia, I truly love him. I'm just afraid my issues might cause him trouble. I don't think marriage is urgent. Let's wait until your matters are settled before discussing this.""Ugh, it's all my fault. Sunny, do you blame me for coming between you two?" Olivia said, slapping her own face in frustration.Sunny grabbed her arm in surprise. "Olivia, don't do that. I don't blame you. I know you've had your struggles too!""No, I had plenty of choices, yet I picked the most wrong path!" Olivia lamented her reckless youth, now seeing it as utter foolishness."Everyone makes mistakes when they're young!" Sunny smiled reassuringly.Olivia looked at Sunny's gentle face and murmured, "You and he have such similar personalities.""Olivia, what are you muttering about?" Sunny didn'
Catherine's POV The sun stung my eyes, and I slowly sat up from bed and found myself in an unfamiliar room. The clothes scattered on the ground were the ones I wore at the mating ritual last night. Yesterday was a mating ritual in Shadow Forest. It was a tradition that werewolves living in New Jersey held a mating ritual in Shadow Forest every year. Alpha and Luna of every pack would bring their unmated werewolves here, looking for their mates at the ritual. Of course, if one didn't find one, the ritual next year was waiting for him. Once the ritual started, I strolled around with a drink, with no desire to find my mate. Well, you must wanna know why, because I was wolfless. As I was strolling around with a glass of raspberry juice in my hand, I saw my stepmother Elena Anderson talking to my stepsister Gina Wyatt under a tree in the corner of the square. Although I didn't have a wolf, my hearing was particularly excellent. Thus, I could still hear what they wer
Catherine's POV "Father... Alpha Wyatt..." I looked at his strange expression and suddenly had a bad feeling. "Catherine, you're banished now." Troy said seriously, "You no longer belong to the Black Moon Pack." "I am banished?" For a moment, I was lost for words. After learning that I would never have a mate in my life, I received another piece of bad news. I was banished by my father, by the Alpha of my pack. This meant that I couldn't live in the Black Moon Pack anymore. Without the protection of the werewolves, I would become a rogue. My eyes were filled with tears as I looked at my father pleadingly. Elena standing beside my father with a smirk on her face. "Alright, get out of here now. Don't present a pathetic sight. It's not us who asked you to fool around with others here," Elena spoke without scruple after getting the answer she wanted. That was who Elena truly was. She had been trying to drive me away for so many years. I was filled with sadness as tears w
******Five years later****** Catherine's POV "Miss, stop peeking at us, or I'll get angry." A cute boy said as he looked at the female werewolf who was leaning against a tree nearby to have a rest. The boy was my son, Noah Wyatt. His serious look amused those rogues around us who were resting. "Noah, relax." I gently stroked my son's hair and held my daughter closer to me. Five years ago, I became an rogue after being kicked out of my pack by my father, the Alpha. Later, I found myself pregnant. Fortunately, a friend of my mother, Mabel Erich, lent me a hand. However, I couldn't join her pack because of my father. With Mabel's care, I gave birth to my twins, Noah and Hedwig. "Mommy, are you tired? You can take a nap, and I will watch you with Noah." Hedwig looked at me with her big eyes. Noah and Hedwig were very cute. Noah was older than Hedwig. Young as he was, he was more mature than those of his age. He had a clever face with wise bright eyes. As for Hedwig
"Stop overthinking! Once married, why would there be divorce?" Olivia said, both anxious and annoyed that Sunny was thinking so far ahead.Sunny gazed at her calmly. "Olivia, I truly love him. I'm just afraid my issues might cause him trouble. I don't think marriage is urgent. Let's wait until your matters are settled before discussing this.""Ugh, it's all my fault. Sunny, do you blame me for coming between you two?" Olivia said, slapping her own face in frustration.Sunny grabbed her arm in surprise. "Olivia, don't do that. I don't blame you. I know you've had your struggles too!""No, I had plenty of choices, yet I picked the most wrong path!" Olivia lamented her reckless youth, now seeing it as utter foolishness."Everyone makes mistakes when they're young!" Sunny smiled reassuringly.Olivia looked at Sunny's gentle face and murmured, "You and he have such similar personalities.""Olivia, what are you muttering about?" Sunny didn'
"Wow, Mom, you have so many photos of Dad here! And there's one where he's not wearing any clothes!" the little girl exclaimed in surprise as she flipped through the album.Hearing the words "not wearing any clothes," the coffee Blake was sipping nearly sprayed out.He quickly leaned over to check the photo and was somewhat relieved to see it was just a picture of him sleeping in bed.Catherine was already mortified. Truth be told, she had indeed taken quite a few sneaky photos of Blake, but these were meant for her private enjoyment.Blake looked at Catherine with a meaningful smile, making her face flush."Why do you even take photos of me sleeping? Are you really that fond of taking my pictures?" he teased.Catherine quickly snatched the phone away, turned it off, and stammered, "No, I only took a few. Speaking of which, the food hasn't arrived yet. I'm getting hungry."Blake knew she was deliberately changing the subject, and his
This was the most suitable diamond he could find, and it hadn't been easy.The designer beside him wore an awkward expression. Proud of his one-of-a-kind designs, he now stood shamefaced.Blake, considerate of the designer's pride, asked him to leave."Mom, this diamond is small and doesn't sparkle much. Where did Dad get it from?"The little one, too young to appreciate such things, compared it to her daily toys with large rhinestones, thinking her mom's diamond couldn't possibly be smaller.But now, seeing it, she realized it was indeed much smaller.Noah, however, remarked, "Can you compare real and fake ones?""What's real and fake?" Hedwig asked with wide, curious eyes.Catherine patiently explained, "Hedwig, the size of a diamond doesn't mean anything. Your dad's thoughtfulness is what matters. I think this ring is beautiful, and I love it.""Your happiness is all that counts. It's a gift for you!" Hedwig said with
Third Person's POVAbigail had clearly told her earlier that the twins were fast asleep."Hedwig, Daddy's not bullying Mommy. Actually, uh, Mommy got sand in her eye, and Daddy's blowing it out," Blake said, remarkably composed as he fabricated an excuse on the spot."Really? Mommy, how did you get sand in your eye? Is it serious?" Hedwig asked, her face etched with worry.Catherine's cheeks flushed as she quickly rubbed her eye. "I was standing by the window and the wind blew sand in. Hedwig, why are you and your brother up? Did you trick Granny?"Hedwig giggled. "We wanted to see Daddy, so we pretended to sleep!""You shouldn't do that. Granny would be so sad if she knew," Catherine said, her face stern as she gently reprimanded the children."Next time, remember to knock before entering, understand?" Blake said sternly to his son.Noah pouted. "Got it, I'll knock next time so you two can prepare.""Come on, Hedwig, le
Third Person's POVA knock sounded, and the butler entered, handing Emily a phone. "Mr. Chavez is calling for you."Emily's face darkened as she took the call. Richard's voice came through, "Emily, are you still angry with me?""Why did you do this? Am I not your daughter?" Her voice still trembled."Of course you are. I have always treated you as my own. I'm in trouble, and you'll help me through it, right? You've always been a good girl," Richard's tone dripped with feigned warmth."Yes, I will," Emily replied, her voice hollow, her heart now a cold, determined void.The naive, dependent stepdaughter was gone—hatred and clarity had taken root, and she knew her retaliation was about to begin.Blake and Catherine's wedding invitations had been sent out, met with numerous blessings.Abigail and Patricia helped Catherine choose several dresses, including a nearly ten-million-dollar pure white wedding gown embedded with thou
Third Person's POVAs night fell, Emily simply dressed and headed to the restaurant designated by Richard.It was a self-operated restaurant in a seven-star hotel. Though reluctant, she didn't dare to defy Richard.On the way, she pictured the man as a cynical playboy. Enduring a meal with him would be tolerable. After all, she despised heartless rich men, none of whom compared to Blake in her eyes.Pushing open the restaurant door, all her assumptions crumbled—a middle-aged man sat there, slightly overweight, balding, with yellowed, decayed teeth from years of smoking.Emily froze. What was Richard thinking?"Miss Chavez? You're even prettier in person!" The man grinned, his yellow teeth making Emily almost gag."Are you Mr. Waleri?" Before coming, she'd researched him—an ex-politician turned businessman with decent success, but his family's complex and scandalous relations were well-known.Baldwin shrugged. "That'
Third Person's POVSunny glared at him with disgust. "Traitors usually don't end well. I hope to see yours soon."Samuel remained nonchalant. "Not necessarily." With that, he left with a swagger.Sunny grasped Leo's tense fist. "Don't let people like him get to you."Leo let out a self-mocking chuckle. "I'm clearly not as good at judging people as Blake. He's surrounded by loyal people, while I...""Don't think like that," Sunny whispered soothingly. "Samuel's inherently insincere and good at pretense. It's normal not to see through him.""There must be someone backing him," Leo said, his expression weary. "Otherwise, he wouldn't dare betray me knowing my brother is Blake."A sudden chill ran down his spine—relying on Blake's protection in the past, he now felt as if he'd fallen into an abyss, sensing a more complex force manipulating behind the crisis.Could it be Richard and Nick?But Blake didn't take them serio
Third Person's POVThe evidence Cedrick provided was like a belated Christmas's gift, bringing Leo immense relief.He had tried investigating before, but Samuel was overly cautious, making any prior attempts fruitless.Cedrick, through unknown means, had infiltrated Nebula and unearthed these critical clues—Leo would have to find a chance to thank this prudent business magnate later. But he knew the credit should go to Jessica.Cedrick's willingness to help was clearly for her sake.Leo and Sunny headed straight to Samuel's office, catching him in a compromising situation with a new female star from the company.The star was perched on his lap, Samuel's hands wandering freely over her body, with no regard for discretion.The office door burst open, catching them red-handed.The female star's face drained of color, and Samuel's panic was evident."Boss!" Samuel quickly pushed the stunned star off him, and she hurrie
Third Person's POV"Of course not! You have such a piano gift. I love listening," Leo didn't dare to discourage the little one. Otherwise, Blake would scold him again."Really? Then sit and listen to me play again!" Hedwig insisted.Leo inwardly groaned but stayed at his mother's gaze.When the song finally ended, he almost wanted to flee. "Hedwig, something's come up at the company. I have to go!"Watching his mother patiently guide Hedwig, Leo daydreamed—if he ever had a daughter, he'd definitely leave her in Abigail's care. Only her gentle temperament could raise a well-behaved child.Back at the company, Leo found Sunny had come in at some point—he'd told her to rest at home. Seems this woman just couldn't stay idle."Miss me?" Leo stood before her with a self-assured smile.Sunny paused, then nodded coyly. "It's so boring at home!""Since you're here, keep working on your script and study the character,"