LOGIN“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
“What exactly are we doing here? And why…” Hiro glanced at Zayne. “…am I getting dragged into this mess too?” he asked, making Zayne smirk.“Because you’re my friend now.”Hiro shot him an amused look before turning away.Zayne shrugged off his jacket, leaving on a dark brown turtleneck that hugged his broad frame. He tugged at the collar around his neck, trying to ease the suffocating feeling that had been bothering him since the drive to Sebastian’s girlfriend’s place.Feeling a little better, he walked up the stairs toward the modest house. He pressed the doorbell a few times before the thick glass door opened, revealing a young pregnant woman. Her belly was slightly swollen, and she looked exhausted.For a moment, Zayne hesitated to say anything—but they were already here.The woman looked at them back and forth, her expression filled with worry and fear.“Who are you?” she asked cautiously. The door that had been wide open slowly started to close, shielding her. “I don’t know eit
Before her anxiety had even settled, she now had to face her mother, who was sitting in the living room with her legs crossed. Her silk dress looked luxurious, paired perfectly with her jewelry. Elmy looked at her without any intention of moving closer to the sofa.Her feet felt glued to the spot f
Elmy struggled to loosen the restraints binding her, ignoring the stinging pain burning against her skin. The chair she was tied to shook violently until she lost balance and fell face-first onto the floor. Her cheek scraped against the rough, dusty concrete, sending a sharp sting through her fac
“Where’s Zayne?” Elmy asked Lyra, who was pouring coffee into a cup. It wasn’t like Zayne to skip breakfast. Last night, she hadn’t even had the chance to sleep beside him—he’d gone back to his study, and this morning, she couldn’t find him anywhere.Lyra set the teapot down on its tray.
“Mom?” Elmy didn’t expect Isabella to show up at her house. The woman brought food and several luxury items with her. Elmy wasn’t sure what this meant, but she hoped it was a good sign. “What are you doing here?”“I just felt like visiting,” Isabella said as she placed her designer bag on the glass







