Mag-log inIan raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t drunk last night. I was completely sober.“Sweetheart, I knew exactly what I was doing. I have been aware of my feelings for you for a long time. I just kept holding them back. But last night, when you hired those male escorts and leaned into that man’s arms, I could
Mia’s expression hardened. “Ian, what kind of thing is that to say? Who I date is none of your business.”“Fine.” Ian gave a short, cold laugh. “None of my business.”His face remained dark as he walked out. From that day on, he never returned to the Quinton estate.Mia did not see him for more than
Mia’s relationship with Ian had changed completely. Somewhere along the way, she had become the one doing the bullying.If she was upset, she would pinch or swat him without hesitation, and Ian would only grin and call her “Little Princess” or “Miss Trouble,” never once fighting back.Later, Mia was
By the time Ian was eighteen and in his senior year, his life was too busy with schoolwork to waste time picking on his stepsister. It had been a long time since he had teased Mia.The high school and middle school buildings were close to each other. That afternoon, he and a few classmates walked to
Lester was often away from home.In the beginning, whenever Mia was bullied by Ian, she would run to her mother, Sharon, in tears. But as a stepmother, Sharon felt she had no authority to discipline Ian. For the sake of keeping the household peaceful, she chose to turn a blind eye and never told Le
The first time Mia met Ian, she was only nine years old.Her mother, Sharon, held her hand and smiled brightly. “Say hello to your new brother.”The little girl tilted her head up at the tall boy in front of her, pressed her lips together, and obediently said, “Hi, brother.”The boy didn’t look the
She ran after it as fast as she could, chasing it down the snowy road. But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t catch up. She could only watch as the white ambulance carrying her mother disappeared from view. That night, Sue passed away.Desmond stayed by her side, grieving until he was co
Sean’s expression remained cold and unreadable. “They broke up. He’s her ex.” Ian raised an eyebrow. “And that doesn’t bother you?” Sean played his card with a casual flick of his wrist, his tone indifferent. “Who doesn’t have a past? Haven’t you ever dated someone before?” Ian scratched his n
If it weren’t for Mrs. Coleman, Charlotte wasn’t sure she would have made it through. To her, Mrs. Coleman wasn’t just a caretaker, she was family. Even though Charlotte had cut off contact with Desmond over the past three years, she still called Mrs. Coleman on holidays to check in. Rememberi
The night before the trial, Charlotte was in the shower when she suddenly heard the sharp crash of something shattering in her bedroom. Her heart clenched. She quickly rinsed off, threw on her nightgown, and rushed out to check. The room was empty. But on the floor—scattered in jagged shards—w







