Lahat ng Kabanata ng Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The commercial strangulation of other companies affiliated with David came quickly and ruthlessly.David couldn't bear to hand over the foundation he had worked so hard to build. He fought against it sleeplessly all night, but he still couldn't withstand Killian's thunderous methods.What made him even more desperate was that when he was in a terrible fix, Killian once again threatened him with the lives of Elena and Isabella.Realizing the seriousness of the matter, David dared not hold on any longer."I'll sign!"He rushed into Killian's office, his eyes bloodshot, his hair messy."Where is the equity transfer agreement? I'll sign it now!"But Killian sat in the boss's chair, looking coldly at this once arrogant David."It's too late."His voice was cold as ice."Those companies will soon become empty shells. This transfer agreement is meaningless."At that moment, David lost all hope.Elena was imprisoned on the desert island in the high seas for three whole days. When the rescue te

After the yacht docked, I stayed at an art hotel in downtown Milan.Ethan arranged everything for me, meticulously and thoughtfully, yet just right so as not to be burdensome.Three days later, my solo exhibition "Rebirth" officially opened at the Brera Gallery, the most prestigious in Milan.The gallery was crowded, and flashbulbs were flashing non-stop.I wore a simple white silk dress, standing quietly in the corner, watching those dressed-up critics and collectors comment on my paintings."Ivy, your paintings are full of vitality, yet carry heartbreaking despair. It's simply shocking."A famous art critic walked up to me, excitedly asking for an autograph.I smiled and responded to each one, appearing calm and elegant.Until the exhibition was nearing its end.The gallery manager suddenly rushed to my side, his voice trembling with excitement:"Ivy! A mysterious buyer has bought all your paintings at ten times the market price!""And, he hopes to meet you in person, right in the VI

For the next two weeks, I barely saw Ethan.He left early and returned late, looking hurried. His usually immaculate suits were now marred by the wrinkles of travel and exhaustion.Every time he faced me, he would still offer that gentle, generous smile and tell me, "Don't worry, it's just a minor hiccup with the business."But I wasn't stupid.I saw the financial reports he had shredded and thrown into the wastebasket, and I saw the news reports about the abnormal stock fluctuations of the Rothschild family's industries.Late that night, while Ethan was in his study conducting an international video conference, I snuck in and picked up a document he hadn't had time to destroy.With just one glance, my hands began to tremble violently.It was Killian.That madman.He didn't care about the life or death of the Smith Group, nor did he care about the board's backlash.Like an irrational lone wolf, he mobilized all available liquid funds, even going so far as to sell off core assets, to la

The moment Killian was arrested, he didn’t look at anyone.He simply pulled a silver revolver from his pocket. It was an antique piece, the barrel engraved with vintage patterns."Nobody move."He spoke softly, his tone devoid of any threat, as if he were merely stating a fact.The SWAT team around him instantly tensed, their dark muzzles training on him in unison.Killian, however, seemed oblivious to the guns.Methodically, he emptied the bullets from the cylinder one by one until only the last one remained.Then, he gave it a sharp spin.*Whir—*The cylinder stopped spinning.Gripping the handle, he walked slowly toward me."Stay back!"A SWAT officer shouted the warning, his finger already tightening on the trigger."Let him come."I didn't know why I said that.Perhaps it was because he looked too calm right now—calm like a martyr marching to his death.Killian walked up to me.He placed the cold gun into the palm of my hand."Halen, I owe you this."His voice was incredibly gentl

Although our days in Bordeaux were peaceful and idyllic, as the heir to the Rothschild family, Ethan eventually had to face his responsibilities.At the end of the year, Ethan took me back to the centuries-old estate in London for a family banquet.Every blade of grass and every tree there exuded an air of ancient, austere nobility.Looking at the portraits of past patriarchs hanging on the walls and the predatory gazes of the distant relatives eyeing Ethan, that sensitive nerve in my heart was struck once again.My body had suffered irreversible damage in that wine cellar at five degrees below zero, due to the prolonged hypothermia and that traumatic miscarriage.The doctor had said my uterine lining had become dangerously thin. It would be difficult for me to conceive again in this lifetime, and even if I did, there was a high probability of another miscarriage.On the eve of the banquet, I sat at the vanity, looking at myself in the mirror wearing a luxurious gown, yet I felt incred