Blakely smiled broadly as she glanced at the brown box on the passenger seat of her car. She felt she had done the right thing by moving the box into her car and taking it with her wherever she went. She was afraid that Nickson would steal it from her. She noticed the great interest in Nickson's green eyes as she tossed the photos onto his desk. And since last night she couldn't hold her tongue to ask about something so forbidden, she was sure Nickson would know that she had learned all this from Rebecca's magic boxes. Nickson wanted to take the boxes away from her so she wouldn't have any evidence of him being a jerk, but she wasn't going to let Nickson get Rebecca's boxes that easily. She will hide the boxes in a safe place until she finds out all the truth about her sister's odd marriage. "Why are you laughing? Did you see anything funny on the way? Did you see the clown?” Arthur's voice in the back seat broke Blakely's pleasure a little. She then looked back for a moment. She sa

Nickson felt a gray sadness creep into his heart. Blakely had never looked so devastated. At her sister's funeral she looked broken and vulnerable, but this time she was more than that. All the good memories that she had kept in her memory of her sister slowly began to crumble. There was nothing good left in her memory other than the bitterness that her family had been destroyed, leaving her alone in deep sorrow. "Harriet is the second victim. Then Rebecca continued to harass me. Whenever I disobeyed her desire to meet or just saw her groping my face, she would punish me by hurting the women who were close to me. There were at least five women who were hurt by Rebecca. Fiona is the fifth and the worst. Your sister pushed her off the balcony of her apartment and it killed her." "No way," said Blakely sharply. Her eyes stared at Nickson with hatred. She swore she would make Nickson's life worse than what Rebecca had done to him if he ever tricked her. “You impr

When she walked into Metallon Corp, the cool office air filled Blakely's lungs even more. The image of Rebecca standing behind the reception desk with a fake smile made her chest hurt. She had been betrayed so much by Rebecca. Her mind now rejected all the memories she had with Rebecca. She wanted to erase all their memories and pretend that Rebecca was never in her life. Blakely walked straight to the receptionist and ignored the CCTV cameras that Nickson had installed in every corner of his office lobby. Precisely if Nickson saw her in his office, that would be so much the better. She wanted Nickson to know that now she was furious with him. "I want to meet Nickson Darragh." "Sorry, have you made an appointment with him?" “No need to make an appointment. I'm his sister-in-law." Ignoring the receptionist's pale face, Blakely walked straight toward the elevator. Her hands were tightly clenched on either side of her body. Her breath hitched, ho

Blakely decided to trust Nickson and let the man take her to his penthouse on 5th Avenue. Had she not been so exhausted last night, she would have admired the whole place in Nickson's splendid penthouse. This time Nickson’s property is not black and gray, but a sapphire blue that looks very beautiful when combined with the view from the large windows overlooking the sparkling heart of New York City. Blakely opened her eyes slowly, feeling unfamiliar with the room she was currently in. But her brain immediately reminded her that she was currently in Nickson's suite. The white walls and sapphire blue decoration greeted her as he fully opened her eyes to stretch her stiff muscles. She wanted to stay in bed longer. But she had slept too long last night and now the sun was shining through the windows in the room. Time to wake up, Blakely! With heavy steps, she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet to fill the Jacuzzi and poured the fragrant liq

"What have you done, Hulya?" Jonathan rebuked his wife angrily. Unfortunately, he couldn't speak aloud because Arthur was playing lego around them. “I just bullied Nickson a little. He had strayed too far. If I don't take action soon, it will end up as pathetic as it used to be.” Hulya's heart was always concerned about her son's condition. There were so many oddities she had picked up on Nickson's life, but her son always avoided the topic if she tried to ask him. Nickson always has a reason to make his mother give up asking questions about his unhappy life with Rebecca. “Arthur needs Blakely. I certainly enjoyed spending the whole day with Arthur. He's a smart boy and rarely bothers me. But the boy missed Blakely as much as he missed his birth mother. Almost every day he always asked when Blakely came to pick him up. I can't bear to see his gloomy face, Jo." "I know. But let Nickson take matters into his own hands. You don't have to meddle i