After reading the news, Luana stood there in a daze, unable to collect her thoughts for a long time.
What kind of powerful force could bring down the Elan family, a commercial giant in Los Angeles, in just one night?
She suddenly remembered the words of the masked man from last night, who said Travis would not come back.
How could he know in advance that Travis would not return? Could it all have been orchestrated by him?
If he was indeed behind it, then her previous assumption that the masked man was a friend of Travis was completely unfounded.
After all, Travis's friends could not possibly have such extraordinary means to utterly dismantle the Elan family overnight.
If he was not a friend of Travis, then who on earth was this mysterious "Mr. Night"?
Luana felt her head was about to explode with various speculations, yet she could not make sense of them.
However, at least Travis was over now, and she no longer had to live in f
Clarissa looked at Luana with concern and scrutinized her from head to toe. "Luana, did he do anything bad to you?" she asked."No," Luana shook her head.However, Clarissa's sharp eyes immediately noticed the hickey on her neck, and her expression stiffened."Luana, what's this..."Luana initially didn't realize her neck was covered in hickeys.It was only when she saw Clarissa's shocked gaze that she suddenly realized and panicked, covering her neck and awkwardly lowering her head."I..." she stammered."Was it that Mr. Elan who did this to you?"Clarissa had seen the greedy and possessive look in Mr. Elan's eyes, as if he was scrutinizing his prey.She had intended to warn Luana yesterday but got caught up with wedding preparations and entertaining Albert's relatives, never finding the chance for a serious conversation.Seeing Luana return so disheartened, Clarissa became more confident that Mr. E
Was it because she missed Cline so much that she subconsciously regarded that man as Cline?Luana felt ashamed of such thoughts.Now that she had slept with a stranger, what qualifications did she have to miss Cline?There could no longer be any intersection between her and Cline.Exhausted, Luana had no more energy to think about these distressing matters.She took a hot bath and returned to her room to rest.This sleep was heavy, and she didn't wake up until nearly three in the afternoon the next day.It seemed her symptoms of somnolence were getting worse.She understood that for a late-stage patient like her, the worsening of the condition was inevitable, so she didn't pay too much attention to it.At the moment, for her, living one more day was a day more.After all, everyone has to die. It's just a matter of time, and there's no need for excessive sadness.She got up and went to the kitchen to prepare
He knew she wanted to kill Travis.If she involved the police to capture him, he, as the only witness, could likely accuse her of murder.Luana had thought she could bring this man to justice, but she hadn't anticipated that he had blocked all her exits."I'll give you half an hour," the man sent, and then fell silent, not responding to Luana's messages anymore, as if leaving her with this difficult choice.Luana clutched her phone, her body trembling uncontrollably.The messages she had given to the police mentioned Travis, and the hotel room surveillance showed Travis entering and leaving.The police would likely use this evidence to investigate Travis.If Mr. Night revealed her attempt to kill Travis to the police, she would undoubtedly be charged with attempted murder.At that point, Travis would also realize her true intention was not to deliver the contract but to kill him.Once Travis understood her real motive wa
Luana felt embarrassed, thinking to herself that next time she would definitely get a more powerful stun baton to teach him a lesson.After the man removed her clothes, he picked her up and pinned her against the wall to kiss her.His movements were domineering, and Luana was like a puppet, allowing him to manipulate her as he wished.After kissing her for a while, perhaps finding it somewhat dull, the man pinched her waist."Ouch..."Luana cried out in pain, her cherry lips parting, and the man took the opportunity to invade.His kiss was still fervent, but the way he touched her was much gentler than last time.He seemed to know her body as if it were his own, first teasing her sensitive spots, then slowly delving deeper.His exquisite skills gave Luana an illusion that this was not a forced act but an enjoyment.As soon as this thought emerged, she wanted to slap herself—how could it be enjoyable?Yet...
Her indistinct mumblings reached the man's ears.The hand that had been gently patting her back suddenly froze.The man stared at the woman in his arms for a moment, then abruptly pushed her away, rolled out of bed, and quickly got dressed.He grabbed his coat and left without looking back.The moment the man closed the door, Luana softly murmured, "Cline..."She had been dreaming of Cline holding her as she slept, coaxing her with a tenderness akin to soothing a child, filling her heart with joy.Waking from this beautiful dream, Luana herself found it somewhat incredible, not expecting to have such a pleasant dream.The room was still pitch dark. Luana reached out to touch the spot beside her, cold and empty.It seemed the man had already left. She breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and walked over to open the floor-to-ceiling windows.As the curtains slowly receded, bright sunlight poured in.Luana now
Joan scrutinized Luana and ventured a guess, "You weren't poached by the Moriarty Group, were you?""OMG!"Sabrina's eyes widened in surprise. "Luana, the salary at Moriarty Group is several times higher than at Winward. You're about to soar to great heights, aren't you?"Amused by Sabrina's adorable expression, Luana chuckled and clarified, "No, the plans I mentioned are personal, not related to work at all."Seeing that Luana hadn't been recruited by the Moriarty Group, the jealousy in Joan's eyes gradually transformed into curiosity.She continued, "So, you're not planning to work anymore?"Luana shook her head and softly replied, "No, I won't be working."Unable to extract any further information about Luana's future plans, Joan let out a derisive snort, thinking to herself that it seemed Luana had indeed attached herself to some wealthy family.She wondered which wealthy older man had taken her under their wing, causing he
Cline lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand on his arm, and coldly said, "Your clothes are wrinkled."Runa quickly released her grip, a hint of disappointment on her face as she lowered her head and said, "Is your mysophobia still not better?"Cline meticulously wiped his clothes with a handkerchief and indifferently replied, "It won't get better."Runa was left speechless.She remembered the first day she took up her position when he held her hand.In the office, when she accidentally sat on his lap, he didn't say anything.That night, when she suffered from acute gastroenteritis, it was he who carried her out of the car at the emergency entrance.She had thought that after five years, his mysophobia might have improved, but he said it was incurable.Perhaps it wasn't really incurable, but he was dissatisfied with her and thus unwilling to let her touch him."Cline, I'm sorry."Runa cautiously explained, "Five ye
Luana's eyebrows instantly furrowed, and she blurted out, "Mr. Ortega, I've already submitted my resignation application and am here to handle the handover. Could someone else take care of arranging the dinner?"As soon as she finished speaking, the three people sitting on the sofa looked up and turned their gazes towards her.Luana inadvertently met Cline's deep eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.She feigned composure, quickly averting her gaze to Dawn.Nearly fifty, Dawn exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect, yet Luana had never been intimidated by him.Others might avoid his gaze, but she could look him straight in the eye, as if he were a relative who gave her a sense of fearlessness.Dawn's dignified expression darkened as Luana scrutinized him so boldly.He felt that Luana, who bore a resemblance to his daughter Runa, had been treated with more leniency by him than others.Did she think that because he was m
He didn't blame her. He only hated himself for not cherishing her while she was still by his side.Clenching the letter in his hand, he stumbled and slowly turned to leave.His once-proud figure now seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him down."Cline…" Just as he leaned on the car door, preparing to leave, her familiar, tranquil voice called out to him.Hearing his name, he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto her slender, fragile figure under the streetlight.This was the person he'd missed for three years. Just her soft voice was enough to make him want to run to her and hold her tight.But reality was a cold shower, dousing his fervor.He took a step forward, but she retreated three steps, panic in her eyes, as if he were a monster."Don't come closer," she said calmly, her voice clear and unrippled."I've said all I need to. Please don't disturb me again."Cline had hoped she'd called him ba
Cline released Luana with a hint of despair, staggering back a step.His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Never at all?"Luana's lashes fluttered, her composure unwavering as she shook her head again.The smile on Cline's lips deepened with bitterness. "What about these, then?"He pulled out a letter he'd carried always, holding it before her. His voice cracked, his eyes red as he repeated, "What do these mean?"Luana's gaze fell on the perfectly preserved letter, and her expression froze—a chord struck deep within.She wondered when exactly she'd lost all hope in him.Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he held her close, their intimacy shattered by his cold words, "Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll love you."She'd felt like ice, realizing she was nothing to him but a vessel for his emotions. Yet now...Luana slowly lifted her eyes to Cline, his composure completely undone.Whe
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched
Clarissa watched Luana's fingers tighten around the phone until her knuckles whitened. "When I first saw those messages flooding in, I tried luring him out myself—posed as you, planned to bring the cops. But instead of catching a creep, I got..."She trailed off, the memory of the man in the café still prickling her nerves.A man as cold and heartless as Cline—why would he cling to memories of Luana like this?"Anyway," she shrugged, "he never showed. Guess some ghosts stay buried."Luana's voice was a whisper. "These things... they should've been my fight. Not yours."Clarissa cut her off, "If it were me in this mess, you'd do the same. So quit with the thanks already."Luana nodded meekly, her lashes drooping as she glanced back at the phone screen.The mystery gnawed at her—Mr. Night's messages reeked of obsession, yet he hid in plain sight. Why?She couldn't fathom it, and frankly, didn't care
"I had no choice but to pull a dumb move—I seduced Gehrmann and took Naomi's spot as his bedwarmer," Clarissa said flatly, her voice echoing off the brick walls."I thought I could use him to get back at Cline. Turns out I was dumber than a bag of hammers—Gehrmann wouldn't lift a finger against Cline for any woman." She kicked at a pebble, watching it skitter into the shadows. "By the time I figured that out, he wouldn't let me walk away."Clarissa shifted her weight, catching Luana's profile in the dim light."But don't you worry, Luana. I ain't falling for Gehrmann's charm. This world's got exactly one good man left—Albion. And he's six feet under."So, I won't be that girl anymore—the one who pours her heart out for every little kindness, even when it's not worth it."Mentioning Albion again made Luana's eyes dim as if the light behind them had been switched off.She lowered her lashes, hiding the sorrow pooling th
Third Person's POVLuana tightly embraced Clarissa, hoping to alleviate her pain.Clarissa, however, patted her back with a smile and said, "It's alright. After finding out the truth, I was devastated for a while, but then I pulled myself together. I installed surveillance cameras and recorded every moment of their infidelity, which I sent to my lawyer."I won the lawsuit, but I couldn't get the house back. I could only recover the mortgage payments, the money I spent on him, and compensation for emotional distress..."However, what I didn't expect was that someone would expose Albert's bigamy online, ruining his reputation. His company fired him, and no other major firms would hire him. As far as I know, his current salary isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Plus, his mother has cancer, which is why he keeps begging at my door."Clarissa's voice turned cold as she continued, "He thinks I'm still the naive woman I once was, that if he kneels a