ログイン"Haaa... is that true, Mom?" Shila leaned forward, her eyes wide, a twisted mixture of shock and amusement dancing in her eyes. The tea in her cup was growing cold as her mother’s words settled over the room. "When has your mother ever lied about a scandal this delicious?" Mrs. Harrington leaned back into the cushions, her lips curving into a sharp, triumphant line. "I got the news from an insider at the hospital. The girl tried to check out early. A total mess. Blood everywhere.""Hahahaha!" Tricey, who had been listening from the chaise lounge, let out a laugh. The sound was devoid of any real humor, fueled only by a sense of victory. "So the little victim finally broke? How dramatic. She probably thought August would come running with an apology. Instead, she’s rotting in a sterile room while he realizes just how much of a burden she really is."Evil seemed to spread with every smirk that crossed Tricey's face. She adjusted her pearls."Mom," Shila whispered, a glint of cru
August stood frozen at the side of the bed. His mind was in a blank slate. What could he possibly say to her? Every word he had ever directed at her had been a weapon... a insults, a cold command, or a growled threat. He didn't know how to speak to her without the armour of his hatred.The older nurse, sensing the awkwardness in his silence, softened her gaze slightly. She stepped forward and placed a steady, grounding hand on his shoulder."You can do this," she whispered, her voice no longer biting. "Just talk. Talk about anything. The sky, the bird, river... It doesn't have to be perfect. Just... tell her whatever you like." Then the nurse left. August swallowed hard, his throat felt dry leaves murmuring. He cleared it, adjusting his tone, though he felt anything but powerful."Ahem..." He looked at her pale, still face. "Hi. Ahm... I suppose... we never really got a chance for a proper introduction, did we? I don't even know how to talk to you when I'm not shouting. He let
"Fanel."August’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the oppressive stillness of the hospital corridor. Without turning around he remained staring through the screen at the girl who looked fragile."Yes, Master," Fanel replied, his own voice hushed."Gather every specialist in the country. No—the world. I don't care about the logistics, the cost, or whose schedule we have to wreck. She has to survive. Do you understand me? There is no alternative."Fanel knew that look in August’s eyes. It was the frantic desperation of a man trying to outrun a shadow. "At your command, sir." He turned, already punching numbers into his phone to make the calls that would move mountains.August stood alone for a moment, his reflection overlaying Spring’s pale face. He looked down at his hands, still trembling, and forced them into his pockets."Can I visit her?"The question was directed at the head nurse, a woman who had been watching him with a mixture of professional wariness an
The dawn brought a grey reality. I woke to the sound of a storm inside the room, but the sky outside was perfectly still. It was August.He was standing by the edge of the bed, fumbling with his shirt. As my eyes flickered open, heavy with the weight of a thousand tears, his gaze snapped to mine."How dare you sleep with me? he roared, his voice trembling with drunken leftover rage. So, this was the plan all along, wasn't it? To wait until I was drunk, to crawl into my bed and seduce me?"I sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal the bruises he had carved into my skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest."No... I didn't. August, it was you. You dragged me here. You—""Shut the fuck up!" he screamed, the veins in his neck bulging. "I knew you were no good. You’re just a scavenger, Spring. You’re trying to secure your position, aren't you? Trying to make sure I can never throw you out because now you’ve given yourself to me?""I—""Don’t play tricks with your words!" He didn't le
In the Afternoon:Luba had brought a heavy, theater-grade concealer, her hands trembling as she applied the cream to hide Tricey’s mark."The Young Master’s friends are arriving from overseas," Luba whispered, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "He specifically requested that you serve the drinks tonight, Ms. Willow. He wants everything perfect."I looked at my reflection. Under the makeup, I was bruised. Above it, I was a doll. I didn't have the luxury of pride. If serving drinks kept the peace, I would do it. I put on a simple, modest black dress that made me look invisible, just the way August want it.When I entered the grand lounge, a group of men, dressed in casual but undeniably expensive clothes, were sprawled across the sofas. August sat in the center, a crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked relaxed.I moved through the room, pouring drinks and setting down appetizers. I was doing exactly what he had ordered."Whoa, August," one of the men, a tall guy wit
Tricey stood before me, breathing heavily."Clean this up," she hissed, her voice dropping into a whisper. "And if I ever see that look in your eyes again...that defiance! I will ensure your grandmother’s care at the facility becomes a very budget-friendly affair. Do you understand me, Spring?"The mention of Grandma felt like a blade to my throat. The fire that had flared up a moment ago died instantly, replaced by the familiar suffocation of my reality. I couldn't be a storm. I couldn't even be a breeze. "I understand, Madam," I whispered, my voice hollow.I sank to my knees. I began to pick up the shards of the teacup, my vision blurred not by tears, but by the sheer exhaustion of existing in this house. One shard sliced into the pad of my thumb, a small bead of blood blooming against the white porcelain. I didn't even flinch."Good. At least you're capable of learning," Tricey remarked, her tone turning airy, as if she hadn't committed assault seconds ago."What is going o
As soon as the ordeal ended, I retreated. I didn't wait for permission. I dragged myself back to the Master Suite, my breath hitching as I finally closed the door behind me. I thought I was safe. I thought the walls would finally hold the world back. I was wrong. The door slammed open minute
I followed Uncle Hui up the grand staircase. Every step was a battle of will. I could feel August’s gaze on my back slicing through my dress. He was waiting for the Old Master to look away so he could strike."Madam, Young Master, the room is ready," Uncle Hui said, bowing as we reached the East
I don’t know when the exhaustion finally pulled me under. I just remember the air in the garden and the sound of the lake. I didn't move. I didn't go back to the house. I just fell asleep right where I was sitting, my body finally giving up on the pain.When I finally woke, the world was trapped i
Martha finally stepped back, her chest heaving with the exertion of her work. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of a hand that had just spent an hour inflicting pain."I’m tired of beating them," she muttered, her voice thick with a sickening sense of accomplishment. She lo







