جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Gemma arrived home at midnight, and she was just about to make her way into her room when the living room lights turned on. A smile slowly settled on her face. Of course, some idle creature had found out about her absence and had the audacity to wait for her return, and was probably preparing to interrogate her. She turned on her heel to face the man who was sitting on the white couch, a newspaper in his hand which made her wonder whether he could read in the dark. It was Noah, her brother-in-law—or rather, her former brother-in-law. He lifted his head to frown at her with a pair of black, angry eyes. "Where were you?" She paused for a heartbeat before she burst into peals of laughter. She shifted her bag to her left hand and closed in on him, her high heels clanking softly against the marble floor with her every move. "Since when do I answer to you, Mr. Black? This is my house and I can come and go whenever I feel like. Else, are you going to tell me what to do in

Sofia's hands trembled as she held the bowl closer and closer to her mouth."Use a spoon if you want." She instructed as though giving permission to a child, and Sofia shook her head to continue holding the bowl to directly drink from it. Gemma watched her in amusement. "What is it? Why can I eat it but you can't, huh?" "It's…" Sofia's eyes started to well up. "The ingredients are so expensive. I can never afford it." "It's okay. You can have it." Gemma gave a kind smile, but Sofia felt so spooked that the bowl slipped from her hands. "I'm sorry, it fell by mistake." She apologized with her hands still trembling. She met Gemma's sharp gaze which scared her so much that she didn't even realize that she no longer had to eat the poisoned soup. "Such a lowly trick." Gemma sneered. "It wasn't…" Sofia tried to defend herself, only to shut up when the woman stood up and landed a slap right on her cheek. It was so painful that she alm

“What in the world…” Gemma was rendered speechless by the insanity she had just heard. “Why the hell would such a rule even exist?” The elderly lawyer had no definite answer to that, because he had neither written the will nor set the rules that the late Patriarch Arnaud's granddaughter was finding absurd. He could only hypothesize.  “The old man didn't want his bloodline to go extinct. He had to set some rules, and you are lucky that he did not specify that you must have a son before inheriting his estate.” Gemma sighed when she imagined that such a thing was possible. She had not known her grandfather when he was alive, because her family was yet to find her when he passed away. From the tales she had heard about him from her parents and grandmother, she knew that setting such an absurd rule did sound like something he would do. Even so, it still made no sense when she thought about it.  “But I'm a woman. I do not continue anyone’s bloodline.”

She was yet to read the contents of the file when she heard a bang. What followed was a man barging into the living room, followed by five injured guards trying to catch up to him. "I swear, I'm not in need of any drama right now." She was at a loss as she glared at the man who had barged in. His clothes were disheveled and his hair was all over the place. "Ma'am I'm sorry. He broke through the security." One of the guards vehemently apologized. "You may leave." She dismissed the guards, knowing that if the man was here to cause her any harm, he would have tried to fight her already. Even so, his audacity displeased her. She glared at him. "How dare…. You, who are you?" She was stunned halfway through her words when he raised his head. He had a handsome, sculpted face with a pair of  eyes that made her squint her eyebrows. Why did he look so familiar? Had they met before? Livian gritted his teeth under her suspicious gaze. She really did forg

His heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? Was the food not delicious? He thought he had done quite well… When he tasted the food, he didn't find much fault either. No, the point was, if it tasted horrible, why hadn't she fired him yet? Sholdn't that be her reaction to horrible food? He kept his questions to himself and nodded respectfully. "I will do my best." Giving him a glance that made him wonder whether she was being kind to him because she had uncovered his identity, she threw four words at him. "Do not disappoint me." He raked a hand tthrough his hair in frustration. This was getting more complicated by the day. If she had discovered who he was, logically, she should have shown him the door, right? She definitely wouldn't be so patient. But if she didn't know who he really was, why the hell was she acting like she did? She was definitely messing with his head. He was still working out the possibility in his head when his space