LOGIN"Mother... I..." The words hung frozen in the cold air of the hospital room, forming an oppressive, suffocating silence. Aria felt as though an invisible stone was lodged in her throat. Eleanor's request, uttered in a raspy, helpless tone, landed like a heavy blow directly onto her shoulders, threatening to shatter every boundary and logical defense she had carefully constructed. How could she possibly offer the answer the old woman longed to hear? Agreeing to the request meant stepping right back into the golden cage that had once imprisoned her life. Yet delivering a blunt rejection to a woman currently fighting for her life felt far too cruel for her conscience to bear. On the other side of the bed, Lucas could no longer conceal the surge of hope illuminating his sharp eyes. A flicker of expectation lit up his gaze as he locked his eyes on Aria's pale face. His heart soared; he envisioned a resolution where Aria, cornered by her affection for his mother, would finally accept hi
The vengeful whisper vibrating behind the glass door of the VIP room faded into the cold silence of the hospital corridor. Chloe turned abruptly, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as she walked away with wide strides fueled by a burning rage. Her chest heaved, struggling to contain the surge of jealousy and desperation boiling in her blood as the image of Lucas and Aria's intimacy kept replaying mercilessly in her mind. Every breathless gasp, possessive touch, and hungry look Lucas directed at his ex-wife felt like a brutal slap, shattering every last piece of Chloe's pride. The sweet plan she had built on a foundation of carefully crafted lies was now at risk of crumbling into pieces within seconds. "I will never let you win, Aria! Never!" Chloe whispered to the empty air, her fingers gripping the strap of her designer handbag so tightly that the leather twisted under her force. She quickened her pace, leaving the intensive care wing with a mountain of malic
The toxic whisper rasped directly against her earlobe, instantly freezing every nerve in Aria's body. The warm breath fanning across the curve of her neck brought no intoxicating thrill, only a wild surge of rage that exploded inside her chest. The manipulative words he had just uttered acted like a bucket of ice water, completely snuffing out the lingering, false spark of passion that had paralyzed her mind moments ago. Gathering every remaining shred of strength, hatred, and composure, Aria slammed both palms against Lucas's broad chest. She pushed his sturdy frame with all her might until his possessive embrace slowly loosened. "You're insane, Lucas!" Aria hissed, her voice trembling as she fought to suppress her burning anger. Her eyes speared straight into his sharp gaze, ignoring how her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. "Insane! How could you think of something so despicable right in front of your critically ill mother?" she continued in an emphatic whisper
"You don't need to ask me back to that house, because very soon, you will have a daughter-in-law..." The hope-shattering words reverberated through the quiet care unit, leaving behind a terrifying, paralyzing silence. Lucas's eyes widened, the sharp pupils laced with red veins as a sudden panic erupted in his chest. His heart beat wildly, hammering against his ribs as if trying to break free. The absolute worst scenario seized his mind. He assumed Aria was about to expose Chloe's vile plan or, even more horrifying, announce that Lucas would marry Chloe to satisfy his misplaced sense of obligation. Deep within his heart, however, Lucas had never harbored the slightest intention of marrying Chloe. To him, marriage was a sacred bond reserved solely for the one woman standing before him now. The fear of losing Aria permanently shattered every ounce of his pride within seconds. "Aria, shut your mouth!" Lucas cut in, his low voice trembling violently. Without giving Aria a single momen
"Stop acting as if you really lost your memory, Chloe..." The words slipping from Aria's lips landed like a bomb inside the quiet care unit. They hung heavily in the air, freezing everyone in the room. Chloe went rigid, her eyes widening in a sudden flash of panic that she tried desperately to cover with a mask of confusion. Meanwhile, the air surrounding Lucas chilled instantly. He narrowed his eyes, his face shifting from exhaustion to a stone-cold, piercing glare. "What do you mean by that, Aria?" Lucas asked in a voice low and icy, voicing the deep suspicion beginning to crawl into his mind. Aria faced Lucas without a sliver of fear. The unwavering strength in her eyes made Lucas feel inexplicably diminished. She took a deep breath, ready to expose every piece of evidence behind the web of lies Chloe had meticulously spun. "I mean every word, Lucas. All the traumatic memories and confusion she's been putting on for you are nothing more than a cheap act to—" "Aah! My... my hea
"I think starting with Mrs. Eleanor sounds interesting..." The words whispered from her red lips served as the opening act of Chloe's new performance. She knew precisely that Eleanor had never liked her, even before the accident occurred. The old woman had always looked at her with a cold, suspicious gaze, as if she could pierce right through the mask of kindness Chloe perpetually wore. However, the fake amnesia currently attached to her identity was her most powerful weapon. To the rest of the world, Chloe was a fragile victim whose memories and mental state hung by a thread. If she could win the heart of the dying Eleanor, the door to claiming Lucas entirely would swing wide open, devoid of any obstacle capable of blocking her path. Yet, if that effort failed, if the old woman stubbornly refused to yield, Chloe would not hesitate to resort to more extreme measures. Silencing Eleanor's consciousness or rendering her even more helpless was hardly a difficult feat in a room filled w







