LOGINThankfully, William had suddenly appeared and aligned himself with her — Sarah was now certain that it wouldn’t be long before Dante and Jemima were torn apart. But would their plan actually succeed? *** Several weeks passed, and Julian and Jemima only grew more romantic. They were utterly in love, and Julian felt the time was coming to finally tell Jemima the truth about who he really was. That evening, he planned a special dinner at the hotel’s restaurant — a night she would never forget. He hoped that this time, his wife would listen without jumping to conclusions — and without laughing at him. Earlier that day, before their dinner plans, he dragged Victor along to a boutique. He practically forced his best friend to come with him, even though he knew Victor was in the middle of an important meeting. "Dante, these guests flew in from overseas. It really isn’t the right time…" "It doesn’t matter. They can fly back for all I care," Dante cut in. "Either way — you’re driving m
William nodded firmly. "Of course. Will you help me?" he challenged. It was an opportunity he had no intention of letting slip — getting revenge on Dante had become his life’s purpose. But would Sarah agree? William waited for her answer — from the woman sitting across from him, someone he had only properly met earlier that same day. "Wait… before I answer… what exactly is their relationship status?" Sarah asked, curious. "They are husband and wife — but it appears to be a pretense. Likely a marriage of convenience, a contract marriage." "What?! A contract marriage?!" Sarah’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. William had to fight a smile at her shocked expression, maintaining his composure — calm, dignified, and mature. "You’re sure you want to win her back?" Sarah asked, and William nodded. "Absolutely. And you — are you ready for revenge?" "He is Dante Julian Vascos, the most powerful man in the country. Are you truly certain?" Sarah pressed again. William nodded without
The man finished paying for her things, while Sarah, too proud to stay and face the embarrassment, turned and hurried out of the boutique — so quickly that her rescuer had to rush after her. "Sarah Anthony?!" "Wait!" Sarah stopped in her tracks. The man who had just paid for her shopping knew her name. "H-here… these are yours," he said, catching his breath. Sarah stood frozen, staring at him in confusion. "Ah, right. Allow me to introduce myself — William Maxim," he said, extending his hand while carefully setting down her shopping bags. Sarah, who had no idea who he was at first, was stunned when she realized his identity. William, from the powerful Maxim family, was a man of great influence and connections. Sarah, burning with a thirst for revenge, immediately saw an opportunity in this meeting. "Ah… the son of the Maxim family? It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. William." "Just call me William — we’re practically the same age," he replied with a smile, offering his hand. Sara
The car Egan was driving finally pulled up in front of a private doctor’s clinic. "I thought we were going to the hospital?" Julian asked. Egan cleared his throat, wanting to speak but holding back. "Why? Are you feeling sick too?" Julian asked again. Egan looked at Julian, his gaze speaking volumes. "What?" Julian challenged back. "Ow—!" He yelped as Jemima elbowed him hard in the ribs. "It hurts!" Jemima widened her eyes at him, and his courage instantly faltered. Egan had to bite back a laugh at the look on Julian’s face. Just like any man under his beloved’s spell, he completely forgot that he was Dante Vascos — the Lion, the famous billionaire. "Mr. Julian, let’s get out," Egan said, grinding his teeth in frustration. Julian had truly forgotten who he was. "Come, Miss Jemima — let’s go inside and see Dr. Cross." Jemima nodded and stepped out, doing as Egan said. She also felt bad for taking up so much of his time just to drive her to a doctor. She was still confused ab
"Ow! Hey — what was that for?!" Julian yelped as he suddenly felt a sharp pinch on his waist. "Don't be so rude," Jemima chided him. "Mr. Victor. Miss Sarah. Call them respectfully," she added. "Oh… right," Julian replied, nodding slowly. "Wait — hold on," he said, looking at her strangely. Jemima gave him a knowing look. "Fine, but that woman humiliated you. Why should we be polite? Don't you have any self-respect?" Julian asked, making Jemima's eyes widen. Jemima sighed. "Julian, this isn't about self-respect. This is about decency. We can't be cruel to others, even when they are cruel to us." "But she was cruel!" Julian protested. "She mocked you!" "I know," Jemima answered calmly. "She pulled your hair and slammed your head against the wall!" Julian added. "Yes, I know. But that doesn't mean we have to be cruel in return. We have to show that we are better than that." "You always do this," Julian grumbled. "Always wanting to look good in everyone's eyes. Don't you ever
Jemima kept struggling to free herself, but Sarah’s grip was iron-tight. She could feel blood throbbing at her temples. "Do you want to watch me destroy this girl?!" Sarah glared at the people around her, her eyes blazing. "Sarah, stop!" Several people began shouting again. "You have to stop!" "No! I won’t stop until she apologizes!" Jemima fought on. "Let go!" she pleaded. "Let go of my hair!" "You need to be taught a lesson!" Sarah screamed, her gaze sharp and hateful. Suddenly, a broad-shouldered man appeared and pulled Sarah away from Jemima. Sarah tried to fight back, but he was far too strong. "You will not do this," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "Go. And this is not over between us. Remember that." Both Sarah and Jemima stared at him. Behind him stood several other large, imposing men, their expressions cold and threatening. With a look of fury, the man took Sarah’s hand and gripped it so tightly she winced in pain — until finally, she released Jemima’s hair.
Jemima was still trying to find an opening to escape because she didn't want to deal with Ian anymore, but the man seemed very determined and earnest. "Please." "Just the two of us." Ian continued to confirm. The other car horns honked several times and made a commotion; they seemed annoyed becau
"Get up, let's hurry," said the woman as she took Julian's hand, and helped him to stand back up. "What are you doing? What's going on?" the woman asked kindly, patting Julian's dirty shirt and smoothing it. "Jemi? Do you work here?" asked Julian, somewhat surprised that the gentle woman looked fami
Julian braced himself for the taxi driver's condescending attitude, but he remained calm and handed over a few bills, confident that the amount would be enough to get him back to the town of Redapple. Although he felt depressed, Julian took a deep breath, remembering that his life experiences outsid
Hearing Jemima's question, Julian's eyes widened in astonishment. The woman still seemed to be staring at him expectantly. How dare this woman, Julian thought with his face bent coldly. "Ah, forget it. I'm sorry," Jemima said suddenly. "What a silly question," she sighed again while holding back lau







