Married for four years, Emily remained childless. A hospital diagnosis plunged her life into hell. Unable to conceive? But her husband was rarely home during these four years, so how could she get pregnant? Emily and her billionaire husband were in a contractual marriage; she had hoped to win his love through effort. However, when her husband appeared with a pregnant woman, she despaired. After being kicked out, homeless Emily was taken in by a mysterious billionaire. Who was he? How did he know Emily? More importantly, Emily was pregnant.
View MoreEmily had set her alarm for 6 AM, but she didn’t need it.She couldn’t sleep.The hotel was of high standard, and despite her room being one of the least luxurious, it was extremely quiet. The mattress was soft, the pillows plush, and the blanket warm and light. She’d drawn the curtains tightly, so no light could seep through from the outside.It was the perfect environment for a good night’s rest—yet Emily stayed wide awake until dawn.Maybe… just maybe…There was something about Room 2307.A kind of energy that refused to let her sleep.Whether it was mere coincidence or something more, the layout and decor of this room were eerily similar to the one at the Hilton Hotel, where she'd spent those unforgettable nights.The resemblance was so strong that when she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the warm body lying next to her, a chest she used to lean against. All she had to do was glance up to see the pale mask that once covered his face.Regret crept in—she should have asked fo
"Emily."Jackson's voice called her by her real name, not the new identity she had so carefully crafted."Is this your way of telling me, yet again, that you're rejecting me?"His words, heavy with frustration, caught Miranda off guard. She stood still, unable to find the right words. She had explained herself so many times before. Each time felt more futile than the last.Jackson sighed, exasperation lining his tone. “I just don’t get it... Why...”"Jackson, I'm sorry.""No, no, please," he interrupted sharply. "I can’t stand hearing ‘sorry’ or ‘thank you’ from you. It makes us feel like strangers—like we’re not even friends anymore."Miranda paused, feeling the weight of his words. "If you still want to, we can stay friends. Or if you prefer, we can be strangers. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect it."Jackson’s frustration mounted, and he looked ready to hit something. "Alright, alright, I’m done. I’m hanging up now.""Jackson, are you sure you’re okay?""I just need some time to cl
"Uncle Bert, don’t forget, I just won an award with a $10,000 prize. Money’s not a problem."Bert shook his head and said, "Even so, it’s important to save where we can. We’re just regular folks, and making money is never easy. Let’s join a group tour."Miranda nodded in agreement. "Alright, I’ll contact the guide now."Bert hesitated for a moment before asking, "By the way, Miranda, is Jackson... joining us on this trip?"Miranda paused briefly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you want him to join us, Uncle?"Bert shook his head. "Miranda, I may be old, but I can still see what's going on. He likes you, but it’s clear you don’t feel the same."The words hit Miranda like a sudden gust of wind, freezing her in place.Just earlier, right in this very room, Jackson had poured his heart out to her. For a moment, she had almost softened and considered accepting him.Her feelings for Jackson were complicated. Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever truly fall in love ag
Miranda had known Jackson for years and understood his temperament all too well.There was no way she was going to avoid this conversation today.So, she stayed silent, conceding the inevitable.Jackson’s frustration was boiling over. "Three years ago, you were in surgery, pregnant and unconscious. The doctors needed a signature, and I signed for you. I told myself that once you woke up, I’d make sure you married me. Vincent didn’t ask, did he? He never asked about you in these three years. You know that, don’t you? While you were recovering, he inherited his family fortune, acquired the Reed empire, and expanded his own business. He’s been thriving—no sign of despair, no regret at all."Miranda opened her mouth to respond, but Jackson raised a hand, silencing her."I’ve seen him, Miranda," Jackson continued, voice intense. "I’ve seen him with another woman. She looks just like you, and you can’t tell me that’s a coincidence. Vincent’s type is clear—whether it's you or someone else, i
Miranda hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of unease.Who would be so insistent on remembering a room number, especially 2307? Life had a funny way of throwing coincidences at her.Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door.“Who is it?” she called out, her voice cautious. She wasn’t about to take any chances in a foreign country.A familiar voice answered from the other side, laced with playful exasperation. “It’s me, Jackson. Your incredibly handsome, unbeatable best friend.”Miranda couldn’t help but laugh. She walked to the door and opened it.Jackson poked his head in, glancing around theatrically, even taking an exaggerated sniff of the air.“What are you looking for, Mr. Detective?” she asked, amused by his antics.“Just making sure you’re not hiding any other guys in here,” Jackson quipped as he plopped down on her couch. “Man, I’m exhausted.”“What have you been up to?” Miranda asked, raising an eyebrow.“I was out getting Chinese food,” he replied
The receptionist sighed, realizing there was no easy way out of the situation. Reluctantly, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll try to contact her for you.”“Thank you,” the man responded, his voice cold and distant, devoid of any warmth.Nearby, the tour guide stood by, still hoping to secure this man as a potential client. When he overheard the man request a room change, he seized the opportunity to try again. “Hey there, you’re Leslie, right?”The man raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?”“I heard you mention it earlier when we were at the station. You know, Leslie Cheung, the famous actor, also had that name. I was such a huge fan of his back in the day.”Leslie didn’t reply, his focus solely on the receptionist as she handled the room change.But the tour guide wasn’t about to give up. “You know, Leslie Cheung starred in that movie A Chinese Ghost Story with Joey Wong. She was so stunning! Later, Liu Yifei also played that role. Both of them nailed it. Speaking of beautiful women, did you
The man standing at the hotel reception desk was undeniably striking.His sharp features, complemented by an aloof aura, created a sense of distance, almost as if he radiated an unapproachable energy. Though he wasn’t dressed in formal attire, his beige cashmere sweater paired with a deep navy shirt and corduroy trousers exuded elegance. A sleek sports watch adorned his wrist, and his shoes were the latest running sneakers from a well-known brand.Clearly, he was someone who valued an active lifestyle.Miranda couldn't help but notice him. Her gaze lingered a moment too long, drawing the man’s attention. He turned his head and locked eyes with her. For a second, it felt as though he wasn’t just looking at her but through her, as if searching for someone else in her gaze.Realizing the intensity of the exchange, Miranda quickly averted her eyes. What was she doing staring at a stranger like that?The tour guide beside her interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, gorgeous, thanks again for today
With Miranda’s assistance, the check-in process at the hotel went smoothly and efficiently. In just over ten minutes, all sixty guests had their rooms assigned, and the older men and women were being guided by hotel staff to their rooms.Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief after the last group was taken care of.One of the girls at the front desk handed Miranda a glass of water. “Thank you, Miss. If you hadn’t been here, we would’ve been in serious trouble today.”Miranda took a sip and smiled. “It’s nothing.”“These older folks, traveling without a guide, can barely communicate with us. We had no idea what they were asking for. Why didn’t their guide stay with them? This is going to be a challenge.”“Exactly,” another receptionist chimed in. “Miss, we can’t keep bothering you like this. Could you help us reach out to their guide?”Miranda nodded. It was time to contact the tour guide.A group of elderly tourists stranded in a foreign country without proper assistance was a dis
The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story.In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.The baby in her arms disappeared too. Her once-full embrace was now empty, and she found herself running across the desolate field, desperately calling out—though she didn’t know what name to shout. Her child hadn’t been born yet, and she hadn’t even had the chance to name him.When she awoke, the light outside was still dim. A glance at her phone showed it was already 7:30 PM Rome time. She had slept through the entire day, nearly twelve hours. Yet, it felt as though she had only napped for thirty minutes, likely due to the v
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