Mag-log in“Dean?”Elmy quickly tied her bathrobe, while Dean scratched his head, his face flushed red. His eyes drifted into the messy hotel room. The scattered wedding dress and suit on the floor already said enough about what had been going on inside.Unfortunately, Elmy and Zayne hadn’t even bothered to clean up. They’d been too busy… doing other things.When Zayne walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he tilted his head and pointed at Dean.“What are you doing here?” Zayne asked, confused.“Mr. Vincent told me to come along with you.”Elmy closed her eyes, holding back a laugh at Dean’s explanation. Come along with them? Seriously?“Why would you come with us? A honeymoon isn’t something that needs an escort—unless you’re planning to watch people being affectionate,” Zayne scoffed.But Dean didn’t seem like the type to ignore an order, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. He stepped inside without being invited, scanning the room with a judging look.“Looks
“Are you sure about this?” Amelia slapped Sebastian’s hand away and took a step back. Sebastian fell silent, his gaze cutting into her troubled face.“I am.”“Well, I’m not,” Amelia shot back.A heavy weight settled in Sebastian’s chest. He stepped closer, cupping her pale, bare face. His thumb brushed over her cheek, then moved to her dry lips.“Why?”“I don’t want to be the reason you get separated from your family, Sebastian. And…” Amelia hesitated. “…I don’t want to be the reason everything you’ve built falls apart.”Sebastian’s eyes burned. His usual cheerful demeanor vanished. He shook his head, rejecting her words.“You’re not destroying anything. Who told you that?” he snapped.“Sebastian…”“I’d be the one falling apart if I let you walk away with my child.”Amelia fell silent, her lips trembling as she held back tears. “But you’d be leaving your luxurious life behind.”“Like I care about that?” Sebastian scoffed, trying to sound indifferent—even though, deep down, he was worr
The warm atmosphere of the Jordyn residence turned cold in an instant. Isabella’s furious shouting echoed from the room, almost shaking everything in it. Standing in front of her, Dean lowered his head, listening carefully to every insult she hurled at him.“You should’ve known—I hired you to keep my daughter away from that man!” Isabella stepped forward, pointing a finger at Dean’s chest. “And what did you do? You—you let her go with Zayne? Are you kidding me?!”“Isabella, enough—”“Don’t you dare, Vincent! If you hadn’t dragged me out of that church, Elmy wouldn’t have gone with Zayne,” she snapped. She took a breath, processing everything that had just happened.A faint smile tugged at her lips as she turned toward Vincent, who sat calmly on the sofa.“Oh, don’t tell me you were the one behind all this? You deliberately brought that poor woman into your daughter’s wedding, didn’t you?” she accused.Vincent crossed his arms and
Zayne looked up at Elmy from below, gripping the bedsheet tightly. A faint smile tugged at his lips as she moved slowly, teasing him with light touches across his body. Her lips trailed along his neck, planting soft kisses before tormenting him with a gentle bite on his Adam’s apple.“You’re naughty, Mrs. Kensley.”“But I’m not your wife yet, so don’t call me that, Mr. Kensley.”Zayne’s cheeks and ears flushed every time Elmy used that title. There was something dominant about the way she said it, yet it also carried an intimacy that only showed when they were this close.“I could marry you right now.”“Are you mentally prepared to face my mother?” she said, lowering her head and lightly tracing her fingers over Zayne’s rising and falling chest. His breathing broke into uneven rhythm when her lips pressed there. “Besides a wedding ring, you’d better prepare your courage too.”“You’re a master tease, Mrs. Kensley.”“Me?”“Hm, you know exactly what you’re doing to me… and you enjoy it,”
Elmy didn’t know whether she should feel happy or not right now. Beneath the beautiful wedding gown she was wearing, she felt like she was dressed in a prisoner’s uniform, waiting to be executed. The sparkle of the beads sewn into the dress felt like it was mocking her. The bouquet in her hands felt like thorns. The stems pressed into her sweat-damp palms, almost snapping under the force of her grip.Her gaze was empty as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She stood there, frozen, looking at a version of herself that was beautiful… yet utterly miserable.“Miss, are you ready?” Dean’s voice came from behind the door. “Mrs. Isabella wants to see you,” he added.“Yeah, just come in,” Elmy replied, her voice nearly breaking as she held back her tears.The door opened, and Isabella walked in. The woman beamed brightly. “You look absolutely stunning in that dress! I knew I made the right choice,” she said proudly.Elmy didn’t move, still standing there with her face flushed. Her ey
Sunny looked at the food she had cooked with pride. She picked up her phone and took a picture of it. Smiling, she sent it to Ford.“You promised you’d come home early today.” she typed, adding a teary-eyed emoji. Then she sent another message. “I cooked for you.”Not long after, Ford replied. “I’ll try to get home early.”While she was busy replying, the doorbell rang. Sunny placed her phone on the dining table and quickly took off her apron.“Just a second,” she called out as the bell rang several more times. She hurried toward the door and opened it.The smile on her face instantly faded.Her eyes swept over the elegant dress in front of her, the branded handbag, before finally landing on Isabella’s cold expression.For some reason, Sunny felt her footing falter. She took a step back.“What are you doing here? We don’t have anything to do with each other anymore,” Sunny said, gripping the door tightly, ready to shut it.Isabella slipped her high heel between the door to block it. T
“Sunny, have you seen my phone?” Ford called out from the kitchen as he stood over the stove, frying a sunny-side-up egg.Sunny glanced at him briefly, then pointed toward the dining table. His phone was lying there.Ford walked over and grabbed it. “Why is it on the table?” he
Zayne began to notice that something had changed in Elmy. It wasn’t anything major—but it was enough to wear him down.It seemed the remarks Isabella had thrown at Elmy were still lingering in her mind. They hadn’t faded. If anything, they were pressing down on her even more. That woman’s expectati
Zayne had no intention of locking the bedroom door. He didn’t care if Gianna caught them in the act. All he wanted was to release all the exhaustion weighing on him and lose himself in the heaven that belonged to his woman. Someone once told him back in college that this world was like hell… and
Sunny clenched her fists, shooting Ford a sharp glare. She was trying to stop him from saying anything to Isabella right now. Hearing his bold words, Sunny knew he was only trying to defend her. He didn’t like seeing her get insulted by Isabella.But this wasn’t the right time to play he







