INICIAR SESIÓNKatarina might not have intended to reveal the pregnancy yet and that was enough to convince Hunter it was not fabricated. Something must have happened. "Nathaniel," he almost growled as he gritted his teeth. "Where is he?" Hunter walked toward his sister. "Get back to the car now, Katarina. You aren't going anywhere else. We'll discuss this in person with Mom and Dad." He pulled her toward the exit and signaled the bodyguards to escort her. The crowd had turned against her, and he did not want her left unprotected. Before leaving, Hunter looked back at Samantha. His gaze held apology and something harder to identify. Katarina stumbled as Hunter dragged her away. When she passed Samantha, she paused and leaned beside her ear. Her whisper was soft and vicious. "Do you think he truly loves you? How can a man like Nathaniel belong to only one woman?" After that, Hunter pulled her onward. Her heels struck the marble hard, leaving clear and chaotic echoes. Samantha remained al
Hunter stared at Katarina in disbelief, searching her face for the slightest sign of a lie. He knew his sister too well. He recognized the look in her eyes when she was sincere. And she was telling the truth. "Katarina," Samantha said, her voice trembling even as she fought to remain composed, "you can't be carrying Nathan's child. It's impossible." The claim nearly made Samantha fall on her knees. She braced herself against the table to remain standing. Katarina's announcement shocked everyone else in the dining hall. Curious guests gathered, eager not to miss the spectacle. Many knew Samantha was Nathaniel's publicly recognized wife. Now, another woman was smugly claiming she carried the married man's child. How…shameless. However, they quickly recognized Katarina as the heiress who had recently been condemned online for obsessively pursuing him. Had Nathaniel really become involved with her? Had she really become pregnant with his child? Pain overwhelmed Samantha.
At this time, Samantha became thirsty and gently tugged Nathaniel's sleeve. "I'm going to the dining hall for some water." Nathaniel glanced at her and nodded. Then, he said, "Come back quickly. Don't spend time talking with irrelevant people." He placed heavy emphasis on the words "irrelevant people." Evan smiled faintly and continued polishing his cue. Guarding against him was not enough. Nathaniel was probably also worried that Channing might approach Samantha. Samantha hurried from the billiards room. Only when the breeze kissed her face did she realize that her cold sweat had dampened the back of her dress. She took a deep breath and followed the corridor toward the dining hall in the main building. There were not many people in the dining hall. Most of the guests were still socializing on the lawn. Samantha poured herself a glass of lemonade. The cold liquid soothed her throat as she drank it, and she finally felt slightly better. As she set down the glass, she he
The billiards room fell silent for a moment. Channing walked to Evan and leaned close and whispered so no one else could hear. "If you hurt Samantha, I'll never forgive you." Evan's expression did not change. He even smiled as he carried his cue to the table. In his hands, the cue resembled a precision instrument. He calculated the angle and sent the ball he aimed for cleanly into the corner pocket. "That's a good question," Evan said mildly as he straightened. "But Mr. Lane, what right do you have to ask me this?" Channing's expression darkened. Evan moved calmly to the other side and leaned over a shot requiring three cushion escape to reach the center pocket. The cue ball rebounded from hitting the table, struck its target precisely, and sent it into the center pocket. Evan straightened and slowly wiped the cue. "As I understand it, you and Samantha divorced long ago. You're now Sydney's stepson. According to the family hierarchy, you should address Samantha as Aunt Sa
Oddly, Channing did not hate Nathaniel quite as much despite him being the man who took Samantha from him. On one hand, Nathaniel's power and tactics far exceeded Channing's. Channing hated losing, but he had no excuse after being defeated by someone like Nathaniel. On the other hand, he had also personally seen Samantha beside Nathaniel. She had become even more beautiful, like the loveliest rose in the world. It was said that if one man loved a woman, he would cherish her like tending his own garden. Under Nathaniel's care, Samantha had flourished. Channing knew he had failed her. During the eight years she had spent beside him, she had never bloomed so passionately. Nathaniel also had not interfered with Harold. That was why Channing believed he genuinely loved Samantha. Otherwise, he would never have allowed her to remain so involved in Harold's life. But… Evan was different. Channing had known him for as long as he had known Samantha. When rumors of an improper r
In the next second, Nathaniel grabbed Samantha's hand and pulled her into his arms. She tried to explain, but Evan spoke first. "Don't make things difficult for her. I was simply passing by, and we discussed a few work matters." His innocent interjection only made things worse for Samantha despite her wanting to explain. Nathaniel's gaze sharpened. He had just asked Samantha to avoid Evan, yet she was already having an intimate conversation with him. "Samantha..." Nathaniel began angrily. "We had no work to discuss!" Samantha said at once. "I came here to wait for you. Mr. Wind was passing by and I was just getting to leave. That's all." She wanted to leave no room for misunderstanding because she didn't want it to deepen. Evan smiled. "Are you afraid of your husband, Samantha? Does he hit you?" Nathaniel replied immediately, "I would never hit her, but you should also stop harassing her." The two men faced each other with open hostility. It was at this time when an







