เข้าสู่ระบบEpilogue: Morning light spilled gently across Seathrone Isle, painting the landscape in soft golds and blues. The ocean was perfectly calm, stretching endlessly toward the horizon, its quiet rhythm brushing against the shore like a lullaby meant for the world. But inside the villa, there was no such peace. “Lian, she’s crying again!” Mercy’s voice carried from the living area, laced with a mix of exhaustion and urgency. “I have her—no, wait—this one is crying too!” Aurelian called back, his tone uncharacteristically frantic. “That’s because you’re holding him wrong!” “I am not holding him wrong.” “You are!” The serene beauty outside stood in stark contrast to the beautiful chaos within. The once-pristine, perfectly arranged living space had been completely transformed. Soft, knitted blankets covered the designer couches, tiny bottles sat scattered on the coffee table, and a collection of colorful baby toys had taken over what used to be a carefully curated minimalist spa
The first pale streaks of dawn painted the horizon in soft rose and gold, turning the endless ocean into liquid fire. Inside the master suite, the candles had long since burned low, their wax pooled like silent witnesses to the night. The large canopy bed was a glorious wreck—silk sheets twisted and damp, rose petals crushed and scattered, the sheer curtains still swaying gently from the ocean breeze that carried the faint, salty scent of the sea. Mercy lay curled against Aurelian’s chest, her body boneless and glowing with the aftershocks of countless releases. Every muscle ached in the most exquisite way. Her thighs trembled faintly, marked with faint bruises from his gripping hands, her neck and breasts bearing the faint red traces of his mouth and teeth. She had come undone so many times she had lost count—each orgasm more shattering than the last, until she had been sobbing his name, begging incoherently, her voice hoarse. He had taken her on the bed, against the balcony rail
The moment Aurelian said “I love you,” something inside Mercy fractured open. The words she had longed for, ached for, hung in the candlelit air like a vow deeper than the ones spoken at their wedding. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she stared up at him, her body trembling beneath his weight, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain and pleasure at once. “I love you too,” she whispered, voice breaking. “God, Aurelian… I love you so much.” He kissed her then—slow, reverent, almost tender—his lips moving against hers as if sealing the declaration into her soul. But when he pulled back, the look in his dark eyes had shifted. The soft lover she had known in stolen moments before was still there, but layered beneath it was something new. Something darker. Hungrier. A man who had waited days, restraining every instinct, now free on his private island with no one left to stop him. This Aurelian was different. He braced him
Mercy’s fingers paused at the thin straps of her sundress, heart hammering against her ribs. The ocean breeze slipped through the open glass walls, cool against her heated skin, carrying the faint scent of salt and night-blooming flowers. Aurelian stood motionless a few feet away, his tall frame silhouetted by the golden candlelight and the silver glow of the moon over the water. His dark eyes never wavered from hers—patient, hungry, and utterly certain. She drew in a shaky breath and let the straps fall. The soft white fabric whispered down her body, pooling at her feet like spilled moonlight. She stepped out of it, now wearing only delicate lace panties and the faint flush that colored her chest and cheeks. The cool air kissed her bare breasts, tightening her nipples instantly. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and strangely powerful under his gaze. Aurelian’s jaw tightened. He had held himself in check for days—through the lingering wedding celebrations, the polite conversations, the
The yacht cut through the dark water like a blade, leaving the distant lights of the mainland far behind. Seathrone Isle rose ahead of them, a private kingdom of white stone and swaying palms, glowing softly under the moon. Three days had passed since the grand wedding—the lavish ceremony and reception their parents had orchestrated with ruthless perfection. The public spectacle was long over. The endless toasts, the orchestrated smiles, the weight of hundreds of eyes had all faded. Only the island remained. Only them. Aurelian stood at the railing with Mercy tucked against his side, his large hand resting possessively at the small of her back. He wore a simple black linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, paired with dark tailored trousers—casual, yet unmistakably the uniform of a man who owned empires. The fabric clung lightly to his broad shoulders and chest, hinting at the restrained power beneath. Mercy leaned into him, dressed in a soft, flowing white sundress that ski
The courthouse stood like a monument to consequence—tall, imposing, and entirely unforgiving. Its marble steps stretched wide beneath a sky that held no warmth, offering only a cold clarity that did not comfort but instead revealed the raw truth. Today, that truth was on display for the world to see. Black cars lined the entrance in a synchronized display of status. These were not ordinary arrivals; this was not an ordinary trial. At a distance, the press gathered behind security barriers, their voices hushed but their cameras poised. The name echoing through the crowd carried an immense weight: Townsend. Inside, the courtroom was filled not by a curious public, but by the people who mattered—those who watched the gears of power turn. At the front, the judge sat with a quiet, terrifying authority. To one side, the legal team sat poised, their documents precise and their expressions prepared. At the center of it all sat Clarissa Townsend. She was no longer adorned in the armor of he
Charles was furious. His face turned red. The shock spread across the room, in an instant. Isla’s siblings stared at her with wide eyes, unable to believe what they had just heard. Even Rees and Luke were stunned. They couldn't believe that Isla could turn someone like Gabriel down. To carry Wynd
When she realized he had already drifted off to sleep, she quietly pulled the covers over him, tucking him in gently. She thought about going to sleep. But she didn’t feel sleepy at all. Instead of lying restless in bed, she decided to keep herself busy with work. She picked up her phone and chat
Gabriel's day was no different from that of his wife. He had been buried in work all day. Since morning, the moment he stepped into the office, he had been signing cheques, reviewing reports, and going through documents without pause. His desk was piled up with work, and his pen kept moving acro
Gabriel arrived at the Wyndham Hospital and went straight to the top floor, where his mother’s grand office was located. As soon as he walked in, his mother looked up from her executive chair and greeted him with a warm smile. Delphine was also in the office. She rose to her feet, wrapped her arms







