เข้าสู่ระบบTaylah was brought back home after spending three days at the old mansion. In front of his parents, Arjan didn’t dare lay a hand on her. Ethan hadn’t returned home during those days either. The moment they were alone, Arjan seized Taylah’s arm, his grip cruel and painful. She hissed in pain, struggled between his soul piercing stare and strong grip. “Don’t you feel proud,” he sneered, “acting so righteous in front of my parents?” “Let go of me, Arjan.” Her voice trembled, but she didn’t pull away. “I’m always trying to stay out of your way. Why do you keep coming after me?” “Because you’re an eyesore,” he spat. “Then divorce me,” she said suddenly. “Stop abusing me.” Arjan’s grip faltered. For a brief second, he looked stunned, caught off guard by her outburst. But the moment passed as quickly as it came. “After ruining my life,” Arjan said coldly, “how do you think I’d ever let you go?” Taylah sneered, deliberately provoking him. “You ruined it yourself. Your pride, your dig
Laurence tossed his coat onto the couch, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of pain and fury. Old Master Montclair descended the stairs, clearly displeased by his son’s unrestrained behavior. “What made you lose your composure like this, Laurence?” Mr. Montclair demanded, slamming his cane against the floor as he glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me that Evelyn’s daughter married that bastard Arjan?” Laurence snapped before his voice faltered. “There should have been someone to protect her… but...” He sank onto the couch, worry clouding his face for a girl who didn’t even know who he was. Mr. Montclair scoffed, his steps deliberate as he came down. Laurence already knew what was coming, his father’s sharp, merciless mockery. Did he care? Not in the slightest. “She chose another man, got herself betrayed,” Mr. Montclair sneered. “Why do you care about her daughter, who belongs to that bastard as well?” The words were cruel. Taylah was innocent, utterly blameless and she deserv
Taylah was having a drink somewhere where she could feel safe. Arjan was a psycho, she was sure about that but how could she escape from the hell she jumped into by herself. She was detached from the outer worlds, Not to mention she couldn't contact Dicentra and Louis. Her train of thoughts pulled back by the sudden touch of someone. "Mrs Davier....?" Taylah whispered, not heard the elder. "Taylah, My dear..." Mrs Davier tried to make a conversation with her but she avoided openly. "Won't you talk to me?" "I've no reason to start a conversation with you, Mrs. Davier." It was bold of her to address Mrs Davier like she was third person. "How... Why are you talking to me like a third person?" Taylah didn't speak, she just pulled out a locket Mrs.Davier had given to her telling that was token from her mother. "I don't need this anymore." There no more words shared from her but Mrs Davier understood what she was thinking. Taylah was tortured by her son, She couldn't do anythi
Dia finally made up her mind and marched toward Taylah. As she got closer, she put on a confident expression."Well, look who’s here."Taylah’s expression turned cold. The last thing she wanted was to run into Dia—or worse, confront her. She didn’t have the strength left to face anyone, especially Dia and Arjan, the most shameless couple alive."Are you blind?"Taylah’s sharp response only fueled Dia’s anger."Just because you're wearing an unreleased dress by designer Edith Ashford doesn’t make you a princess. You’re still just a servant girl in this lifetime," Dia sneered, intent on humiliating Taylah.Taylah’s eyes widened in shock. She never imagined she’d ever wear a piece from one of the most renowned designers. The year-end party was a high-profile event, known for forging connections between small and large-scale businesses—but it also had a dark reputation. It was one of the dirtiest events of the year, where rivals exposed secrets to ruin reputations, destroy businesses, an
The car ride was silent. The air between them was thick, but neither of them dared to speak. She wasn't ready to confront him and waste her energy. It was already too much for them to digest that she was going to a year-end party with Arjan that had nothing to do with her at all. When the car pulled up to the grand venue, the lights from the chandeliers inside spilt out onto the red carpet outside. As the door opened, Taylah was greeted by flashing cameras and the buzz of reporters’ voices. The chaos hit her all at once. “Mr Davier, are the rumours true about You and Mrs Dia Davier dating even though you are married?” “Mrs Taylah Davier, can you tell us how married life is treating you? Words leaked that you guys are expecting? Is that true?” “What happened between Davier's young couple? The brides seemed switched. Any word about that, Mr Davier?” Taylah blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. She wasn’t used to this. The attention, the scrutiny—it wasn’t her w
The Day was slowly slipping into dusk when a soft knock echoed on the door of Taylah’s room. She looked up from the book she hadn’t really been reading and hesitated for a moment before walking over. Opening the door, she found the butler standing neatly at the threshold, holding a large white garment bag over his arm. “Young madame,” he greeted politely, bowing his head. “Mrs. Davier sent this for you. It’s the dress she’s arranged for you to wear to the year-end party tonight.” Taylah blinked at him, caught slightly off guard. She didn’t have any clue about the party at all. She opened the door a little wider, allowing him to step in while mulling over her thoughts. As the butler carefully laid the dress on the edge of the bed, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at it, frowned slightly, and answered immediately. “Yes, madam,” he said after a beat. “She’s here… Yes, I’ll hand it to her now.” He held the phone out to Taylah. “It’s Mrs. Davier, Young madame. She wishes to







