FAZER LOGINThud.Robert froze.It felt as though his heart had been struck by a massive iron mace.He wanted to deny it. He wanted to get angry. He wanted to tell Rossa that she was wrong.But his mouth remained tightly shut.Suddenly, all the wealth and power he possessed as a Moreau meant nothing.What Rossa had said was the naked truth he had deliberately ignored for years in order to protect the family's reputation.The memory of his phone conversation with Melly replayed in his mind like a broken tape.At the time, Melly had told him about a foolish servant who had been bitten by their pet dogs. She had spoken with disgust, complaining that the servant's blood had stained the mansion floor.And Robert?He remembered clearly how he had listened to the story with complete indifference.He had not cared at all.To him, a dead servant could simply be replaced with money.Robert had never imagined, not even in his worst nightmare, that the blood-soaked figure who had been left to suffer and die
She wanted Robert to leave as soon as possible.She was terrified that Melly might see them interacting. If that snake-like woman became jealous, Rossa knew that an even crueler punishment would be waiting for her.“What exactly happened to you?!”Robert finally lost his patience.Without permission, he grabbed Rossa’s wrist and yanked it upward.Robert’s heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.His entire body suddenly went weak as he stared at the skin on Rossa’s arm, covered in rough, dried scars from torn flesh.It was horrifying.“It’s nothing, Sir. Please let go.”Rossa spoke softly as she tried to pull her hand away.Robert did not listen.He grabbed her other hand.It was in the same terrible condition.Robert’s gaze then dropped to Rossa’s ankle, which was slightly visible beneath her long skirt.There were similar torn scars there as well.“Rossa, answer me! Why is your body covered in wounds like this?!”Rossa was stunned to see the panic on the man's face.Instead of fee
Robert Moreau had just returned to the mansion after an exhausting business trip. At almost the same time, Melly had also come back from her long vacation. The woman was truly cunning when it came to taking advantage of situations. The moment she learned that Robert was away, she immediately began spending money lavishly to enjoy herself with her friends.For Rossa, this past week had been a hidden blessing. At the very least, she had experienced an extraordinary sense of peace because she did not have to see either Robert’s or Melly’s face. As for Charlie, the young woman was surely busy with her own world and her circle of socialite friends.Rossa sat kneeling at the edge of the garden, her fingers gently brushing against the flower petals. In her mind, she was redrawing every detail of her daughter’s face. The longing came like waves—overwhelming and impossible to ignore.She glanced at her own body. The minor wounds from the dog attack a week ago had already dried up. Only a few d
“Master... forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but may I ask you something?”The hoarse voice broke the silence of the grand dining room. Martha, the head housekeeper who had served the Duke family for twenty-five years, clasped her hands together nervously. Across from her, Adrian Duke was still eating his dinner in silence.The massive crystal chandelier above the table cast a warm glow over the room, yet it failed to soften Adrian’s sharp jawline, which remained as rigid as carved ice. The man disliked interruptions. He disliked confrontations. And above all, he hated it when people meddled in his personal affairs.“Speak,” Adrian replied.Short. Emotionless. As though Martha’s voice was nothing more than passing wind.Martha swallowed hard, gathering the last of her courage.“Does Madam... not have transportation provided for her, Master?”The sound of silverware against porcelain suddenly stopped.A suffocating silence immediately filled the room.Adrian did not answer right aw
He had almost forgotten.Behind that innocent face—Livia was still the woman who had ruined his life plans.If not for her, Charlie would have been his wife by now.Not the woman sleeping on the cold floor.Adrian’s gaze immediately darkened.The strange feelings that had started to appear within him over the past few days slowly disappeared.Replaced once again by the cold wall he had built for so long.Livia did look pitiful.But perhaps… all of it was merely a disguise for her cunning nature.And Adrian could not allow himself to forget that.Livia was not actually asleep yet.Her body lay motionless on the floor. Her eyes were closed. But her consciousness was still faintly aware of the voices inside the room.And when Adrian’s gentle voice was heard—Livia slowly realized that he was on a video call with Charlie.She remained still without moving even slightly.Not opening her eyes. Not showing that she could hear everything.Because somehow—this felt like something she had no rig
It was already quite late at night when Adrian’s black car finally entered the mansion courtyard.The garden lights were still glowing dimly. The mansion looked quiet and peaceful as usual.Today, Adrian came home later than usual.Several business meetings had thrown off his schedule since morning. He had even skipped both lunch and dinner entirely.With calm steps, the man walked into his room.Click.The door opened slowly.But only a few steps inside— Adrian’s gaze immediately fell on a figure near the bed.Livia.The woman was already asleep.Her small body lay on the cold floor without any mattress. No pillow. No blanket.Only her own arm was used as a pillow beneath her head.The dim bedroom light made Livia’s face look much softer tonight. Her breathing sounded slow and steady. She seemed to be sleeping very deeply.Adrian stood there silently for a few moments while looking at her.It had been more than a week since their marriage.And during all that time— Livia had continue







