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Inheritance of Scars

作者: Jasmin
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-26 13:36:30

“Annabelle.”

Samuel’s voice was deep, steady — deceptively calm, but laced with authority. He stepped forward, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her trembling shoulders. The warmth of the fabric contrasted cruelly with the icy chaos around them.

“You’re hurt,” he muttered, fingers brushing lightly against her scraped knuckles. His jaw tightened as his cold gaze sliced toward Abigail. “What the hell is this?!”

Abigail froze for a second, then quickly recovered, flipping her curls back with a dramatic sigh. “Dad, seriously? You’re believing her?” Her voice pitched higher, sugar laced with venom. “She was asking for it. Throwing herself around like she owns the place, trying to steal Richard right under my nose. I was just—”

“Enough.” Samuel’s voice cracked like a whip. His eyes burned into Abigail’s, full of restrained fury. “She’s your sister. You don’t lay hands on family.”

Annabelle’s lips twitched into a bitter, humorless smile as she clutched the coat tighter around hersel
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  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   Victory in Silence

    A sharp throb pulsed at her temples as Abigail stirred, blinking against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. Her head felt heavy, her thoughts tangled in a sluggish haze. The silk sheets clung to her bare skin, and it was only when she shifted that the chill of the air brushed against her shoulder - that she realized.She wasn't wearing anything.A slow, satisfied smile curled at her lips as fragments of last night began piecing themselves together. Finally, she thought smugly, Richard had given in. Everything she'd planned - the candles, the aphrodisiac, the carefully staged drama - had worked like a charm.But then she turned her head.And froze.Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze landed on the man sprawled beside her, his dark hair messy, lips parted in a careless sleep. Not Richard.Brian.For a second, her mind went blank, disbelief clawing at her chest. And then the truth slammed into her like a freight train, knocking the breath right out of her."W

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   A Labyrinth of Touch

    Annabelle’s heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she cast one last glance at the sleeping figure of Richard, his face calm and unguarded. Without a sound, she slipped out of the room, the cool air of the hallway brushing against her skin.As she walked, her mind drifted back to the night before — how it all spiraled, how one unexpected moment led to another — and the memories came rushing back like a tide.Flashback begins…Richard was tending to the wound on Annabelle's arm when a knock came at the door.He glanced at her briefly, then called out, “Come in.”A waiter stepped inside, carrying a tray balanced with a steaming bowl of soup and a few delicate dishes. But Annabelle’s eyes narrowed instantly.No trolley. No gloves. No polished demeanor.She’d worked at the Grand Hyatt for two years before, long enough to know the entire food service staff — and this man wasn’t one of them.So, this is your little game, Abigail? she thought, her lips curling faintly. Trying to

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   The Illusion of Surrender

    A shadow peeled away from the far corner.“You’re late,” Abigail hissed, grabbing the man’s collar and yanking him close before he could even greet her.Brian Miller’s lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Easy, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. “You drag me out of a poker game, then you try to strangle me the second I show up? You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”Abigail shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge — if anything, he stepped closer, invading her space until her back brushed the cold wall. “Spare me the crap, Brian,” she snapped, her tone sharp despite the heat rising in her cheeks. “He’s taken her upstairs.”Brian arched a brow, his hand bracing against the wall beside her head. “Upstairs?” he murmured, leaning so close that his breath ghosted across her skin. “Fifty-fifth floor, huh?” His grin turned shameless. “Guess someone’s having fun without us.”“Focus,” she bit out, twisting slightly to move away, but his other hand slid along her waist

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   The Quiet Violence of Desire

    The ballroom fell into a hushed buzz after the ugly confrontation. Chandeliers glittered above, but all eyes were glued to Richard Barton, who stood tall and composed, his arm securely around Annabelle’s shoulders like a silent shield.Richard’s gaze dipped to the small cut near her temple. His jaw tightened, and his voice came low but firm.“You need first aid,” he muttered, already crouching slightly as if to lift her.Before he could, Abigail swooped in, forcing a sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Richard, it’s your birthday! You can’t just leave like this. You still have to cut the cake.”Inside, panic clawed at her. If he carries Annabelle out like some doting boyfriend, I’ll be the biggest laughingstock here.Richard’s head turned slowly, his sharp glare pinning her. His voice dropped to a deadly calm.“You planned this party, Abigail. Take care of it yourself.”Annabelle tugged lightly at his sleeve, giving him a small, pleading look and subtly flicking her gaze toward t

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   Inheritance of Scars

    “Annabelle.”Samuel’s voice was deep, steady — deceptively calm, but laced with authority. He stepped forward, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her trembling shoulders. The warmth of the fabric contrasted cruelly with the icy chaos around them.“You’re hurt,” he muttered, fingers brushing lightly against her scraped knuckles. His jaw tightened as his cold gaze sliced toward Abigail. “What the hell is this?!”Abigail froze for a second, then quickly recovered, flipping her curls back with a dramatic sigh. “Dad, seriously? You’re believing her?” Her voice pitched higher, sugar laced with venom. “She was asking for it. Throwing herself around like she owns the place, trying to steal Richard right under my nose. I was just—”“Enough.” Samuel’s voice cracked like a whip. His eyes burned into Abigail’s, full of restrained fury. “She’s your sister. You don’t lay hands on family.”Annabelle’s lips twitched into a bitter, humorless smile as she clutched the coat tighter around hersel

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   Facade of Grace

    A collective gasp rippled across the guests nearby, heads turning toward the commotion. Julia crouched immediately, feigning concern.“Oh my God, are you okay?” she said sweetly, loud enough to draw attention. But her eyes glittered with malice, her smirk carefully angled away from the onlookers. “Such a shame… though I suppose grace isn’t exactly a requirement for… waitresses.”Laughter rippled quietly at the edges, muffled behind fans and champagne flutes. Abigail stood poised, sipping delicately from her glass, gaze locked on Annabelle like a cat watching a cornered mouse.Britney sauntered closer, her heels clicking sharply against the marble, tilting her head as if Annabelle were an insect under a microscope.“Honestly, Julia, why bother? It’s not her fault she doesn’t belong here.” Britney’s lips curled. “This is what happens when you let strays wander into places meant for pedigree.”Annabelle inhaled slowly, forcing the air deep into her lungs, ignoring the sting in her knees

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