Turning Heads After Divorce의 모든 챕터: 챕터 551 - 챕터 560

The Mullers were Emilia's main worry.She had developed quite a grudge against Andre after learning how he had gotten close to Nevaeh alongside Lucian, deeply hurting Marisol in the process. But Andre was still Marisol's child after all, and he really had been more well-behaved this past year.However, that was precisely why she couldn't feel at ease.Judging by the Muller family's behavior these past few days, they clearly had no intention of letting Marisol go. If she hadn't been guarding things here in Eravale, their influence would have already reached over to this side.This was what angered Emilia most. Lucian was already dead, yet they were still using the child and excuses about wills and companies to keep dragging Marisol along. What was the point of all this?Marriage didn't mean marrying into the entire Muller family! Besides, that man was dead. The marriage was over. What were they trying to accomplish?Yet she understood how Marisol felt. It was just guilt from that

Marisol was worried Nick might be getting bullied."Not at all." Nick closed his book with a gentle smile. "But your Great-aunt Emilia really does worry about you, and she loves you deeply."Marisol lightly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled gently. "Yeah. When I was still back home, the adults in the family didn't have time to care for the elderly, so I would go to the countryside to keep Emilia and Grandma company from a very young age. "She was the one who taught me my craft and guided me toward the path of art."It was more than that, though. If life were a stormy sea and Marisol was a small boat that had lost its way in the rain, then Emilia was her lighthouse in that storm, guiding her through the tempest.Thinking of her childhood, her smile grew gentler. After a few seconds, she looked down and said quietly, "Back then, my parents were always saying that Great-aunt Emilia was rebellious. They said she's someone who had betrayed tradition and abandoned her r

At 8:00 pm, Rose Manor was brilliantly illuminated, with roses in pink, white, red, yellow, purple, and blue swaying gracefully under the lights.Cars occasionally stopped in front of the manor. Elegantly dressed guests stepped out. They were all invited thanks to Emilia's renowned reputation.Each person wore either half or full masks on their faces as they walked along the petal-strewn pathways, dispersing into the fragrant rose gardens. The ball hadn't started yet, so everyone admired the flowers with their faces covered.Under a flower pavilion to one side, long tables were laden with beautifully presented delicacies.A masquerade ball, as the name suggested, meant that invited guests chose matching formal wear according to the ball's theme. All of them wore masks so no one knew each other's identities. They could only rely on instinct to invite each other to dance at the ball, making it both mysterious and thrilling.Marisol was still in her bedroom, changing into her gown.

Marisol's entire body froze. Her heart nearly jumped into her throat as her blood ran cold.Impossible!How could he possibly be here? How could this be possible!Overwhelming fear nearly seized her heart, tightening painfully until she could barely breathe. Her body, pressed against the man's, became unnaturally rigid and cold. All the unconfirmed suspicions and mental preparations she'd made crumbled instantly when faced with reality.Fear took the upper hand.The swirling music in her ears grew distant. Only the ghastly pale mask with its blood tear remained before her eyes, like death itself descending. The hollow, pitch-black eye holes seemed like an abyss, reaching out with claws and fangs to devour her.It rendered her unable to move. When the dance ended, Marisol was drenched in cold sweat. Her back was somewhat clammy.When she realized the man with the pale mask was leading her away from the dance floor, she immediately snapped back to her senses. Her sweat-dampened ha

Lucian had already achieved his goal, hadn't he? He had used her to make society and Kyro completely believe he was dead. His plan was moving forward steadily, and presumably, if things stayed stable, he would soon be able to claim victory. So why was he still coming to find her?She hadn't exposed his false death! She hadn't told Kyro either! Why was he still coming to find her?She had endured it all, not wanting to get tangled up in revenge over his manipulation and deception. She just wanted to protect her small family, guard her little corner of the world, and live well.Couldn't he just discard her cleanly like before, after he'd used her up? Couldn't they both go their separate ways and never see each other again?What gave him the right? Why did he dare come find her? What exactly did he want?Or was this a warning? But a warning about what?She thought about the kiss that had landed on the back of her hand, and her hand trembled involuntarily. Thinking of the man's pas