All Chapters of Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

Everything was exactly the brands Sydney was used to. If the rest of Delta Mansion had already impressed Sydney with Julian's meticulous care, stepping into the walk-in closet left her completely stunned.Rows upon rows of clothes filled the space—every style she had ever worn, from her teenage years to now—perfectly arranged. Each stage of her life, every change in taste, was preserved in careful order, as though someone had been quietly keeping track.The precision bordered on obsessiveness. And she knew at once whose particular sense of order it was.Something featherlight brushed against her heart, a soft, persistent flutter she couldn't shake.Sydney reached for one of the lower drawers, curious about what else he had hidden, when the man behind her cleared his throat."You take a look," Julian said, sounding slightly awkward. "I'll go out first. If you need anything, tell Polly."Polly Watkins, the housekeeper at Delta Mansion, had practically raised Elliot and Peter.Not

It had once been their home.Since the day he'd walked away from Sydney's doorway, Caleb had moved back to Viridian Garden. The room still carried traces of her scent, faint but enough to give him a fragile sense of peace. Or maybe it was just his way of pretending she wasn't truly gone.The phone he'd tossed aside began to buzz. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. A message from an unknown number read: [Mr. Hampton, can we meet? I might have a way to let you and your beloved finally be together.]…At the same moment that message was sent, the phone it came from was snatched out of Megan's hand.Penelope glared at her and growled, "What do you mean by this? When you told me to take Vee's place in the Hutton family, what exactly did you promise me?"Megan had sworn she'd make sure Penelope married Caleb. So what was this? Burning the bridge the second she'd crossed it?Megan merely snorted, yanking her phone back without a trace of guilt. "Oh, please. Go ahead, raise your

Julian's kiss was rough and urgent, as if he meant to devour Sydney whole.That was when Sydney finally understood what he meant by "sleep." It was "that" kind of sleep. She could feel his desire as vividly as the heat of his breath.Before she realized it, she was melting into the kiss, her mind spinning, her body trembling. "Julian…""Mm. I'm right here." His lips trailed down the delicate line of her collarbone, grazing her skin before moving lower and lower until her body shuddered and tears welled in her eyes. Only then did he stop.However, he didn't give her a moment to recover. He caught her hand and guided it toward his own heat.Sydney knew. She was carrying his child, and he was afraid of hurting her. Hence, he restrained himself, taking care of her first instead of taking what he wanted.Half-dazed, Sydney thought, *Next time, I'll tell him it's fine. The doctor said my condition allows it.*Only the two of them lived on the second floor. The next morning, as soon as

Penelope wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she heard something cold—almost murderous—in Megan's tone.Megan wanted to go after Sydney.A chill crept down Penelope's spine.When the pampered Hutton heiress turned ruthless, she was every bit as terrifying as Penelope herself.'Sydney, what on earth did you do to offend her so badly?' Still, the thought brought a cruel little smile to Penelope's lips. She only hoped Megan wouldn't disappoint her.…For once, Tiffany had a weekend off and was determined to sleep until noon and catch up on all the rest she'd missed from endless overtime.Then the doorbell rang.Half-asleep, she groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. Sydney wasn't home—she had moved into Delta Mansion—and besides, she had fingerprint access now.Tiffany figured it was a courier and ignored it. They would just leave the parcel at the door anyway.But the doorbell stopped only for a second before starting again. The ringing was relentless an

Sydney hadn't even married into the family yet, and Julian was already forgetting his grandmother.Agatha wasn't angry. If anything, she felt relieved. The person meant to walk beside her grandson for life was his other half, not her. If he couldn't tell the difference between filial duty and emotional maturity, she might have been forced to whack him with her cane.Julian rubbed the bridge of his nose. The usually composed, elegant man didn't look embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, his voice carried a touch of tenderness. "Can't help it. She'll be my wife."They weren't married yet, but Julian knew one thing for certain—Sydney was the only woman who would ever be his wife. He had made that decision long ago."So what if she's your future wife?"Agatha saw straight through him. Sydney meant too much to Julian. They had grown up together, depending on each other for comfort and survival. No one could ever replace her in his heart.Now that she had finally softened toward him,