Early the next morning, Cynthia woke to find Lucien already gone. He must have gone to the hospital to visit his grandfather.Although yesterday's confrontation had been satisfying, it had only intensified the conflict between Lucien and the Brown family. She didn't believe for a second that Lucien would give up his position as CEO of BW Group just to get back together with her, nor did she want to see Edric and Mandy gain anything from it.Did they really think that a few harsh words could just wipe the slate clean? What about all the humiliation, the pain, and the soul-crushing despair he had once inflicted on her? Was she supposed to just forget all of that?No. She would make him pay—twice over—for everything she had suffered. He would taste it all, and more.She went straight to the hospital. Just outside Thomas's room, she ran into Mandy, who was holding a bouquet of flowers."What are you doing here?" Mandy's face darkened."Visiting Grandpa," Cynthia replied with a smile. "Is
Inside the hospital room, Thomas leaned against the headboard, his sharp gaze slicing through Cynthia and Lucien like a blade."Lucien, get out," Thomas said, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lucien remained motionless until Cynthia softly said, "Let me talk to Grandpa alone." She met his eyes. "I know what I'm doing.""I'll be right outside," Lucien replied, turning to Thomas. "The doctor said you need rest." With that, he finally left.As the door shut, a vein throbbed visibly on Thomas's forehead. That boy was afraid he'd be too hard on the woman!"You're very capable," Thomas sneered. "You've got my most prized grandson wrapped around your finger. Six years ago, he rejected every heiress to marry you—a woman who wasn't even worthy of him. And what happened? You made him a laughingstock!"Every word was like a knife slicing through old wounds. Cynthia's fingers trembled slightly—she had never realized how much Lucien had endured back then."And now that he's finally rebuilt h
Cynthia's mornings now came with a new assignment: driving Lucien to work. But on the very first day, things nearly went sideways—they almost rear-ended the car in front.When she finally pulled up in front of the BW Building with a less-than-stellar parking job, Lucien calmly adjusted his cufflinks."Compared to that man," he said suddenly, his voice soft as a feather, "I treat you much better."Cynthia froze, her hands still on the steering wheel."Aren't you leaving?" Lucien opened the door and added, "Don't loiter here showing off that you're my woman."Only then did she notice the crowd of employees sneaking glances their way. Flustered, she slammed her foot on the gas. Two blocks later, she hit the brakes hard—wait a minute. Who was showing off?The realization struck her belatedly. Yesterday, she'd mentioned that Gerald had been too scared to get in a car she was driving. And today, this man was proving with actions that he was braver. That childish need to win...Her grip tigh
Cynthia had barely taken two steps into the parking lot when she froze in her tracks.A woman in loose lantern pants was leaning against her car. The brim of her baseball cap was pulled so low that only half of her pale face was visible. When the woman turned her head, Cynthia almost laughed out loud—Jacqueline, again.Since her scandal blew up online, she had practically vanished, leaving behind nothing but rumors.Those once-vacant eyes suddenly gleamed with venom the moment they locked onto Cynthia."Come to admire the gift from your ex?" Cynthia strolled forward and met her gaze. "It's mine now. You want a look? Ten grand per glance. That's generous, considering all those peeks you took before—those were free trials."Jacqueline suddenly lunged closer, a chill radiating off her. "You think you've won?" she sneered, then let out a manic laugh. "Haven't you noticed? We look so alike..."Cynthia studied the face that shared a st
Cynthia glanced at the nearly untouched carrot dishes still sitting on the dining table and let out a bitter smile. Lucien hadn't come home all night—not a single call, not even a text.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she stared at her tired reflection and suddenly found it all laughable."What was I expecting?" she murmured to the woman in the mirror. "This was just a transaction."She had agreed to become his mistress for five million. Who knew how many other women he'd "collected" the same way? Taking her to the Brown estate... maybe that was just part of some elaborate revenge plot—to make her witness Edric, the man she once loved, now playing family with his cousin.Icy water splashed against her face as she scrubbed hard, as if trying to wash away the restlessness gnawing at her chest.Jacqueline's words echoed in her ears—"Once the real one shows up, you're just a knockoff."Maybe that was the key. Maybe sh
The sharp click of heels echoed through the hospital hallway. A moment later, the door to the hospital room burst open, slamming against the wall. Nicky shot up from his chair in alarm. His face drained of color the moment he saw who it was."M-Marius…"Jacqueline lay in bed, her body wrapped in gauze, fresh tear tracks on her pale cheeks. Marius's pupils contracted, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet."Who did this?"he growled through clenched teeth.Nicky swallowed hard. "It… it was that woman. Cynthia…"At the sound of her name, Marius's jaw clenched, the muscles twitching. Nicky rushed to take advantage of the moment."Jacqueline's been suffering so much lately. All her gigs got canceled… She just wanted to apologize to you. She said you're the only man who's ever treated her right…""Yesterday…"Nicky's voice trembled. "I stepped away for just a minute, and when
By the time rush hour hit, the online backlash had turned into a full-blown hurricane.Faked "chat logs" flooded the internet, supposedly showing Cynthia brazenly threatening to "run over Jacqueline" and even confessing to being the mastermind behind previous incidents. Even more alarming, her side profile, home address, and workplace had all been leaked. The website of F.E. Magazine crashed under the onslaught of enraged netizens."She thinks she's some Marvel superhero?"Gina scoffed."This isn't a joke!"Pearl was nearly in tears. "That online vigilante group has actually helped the police solve real cases before. Now they're convinced Cynthia's a homewrecker and a murderer. They're out there looking for her!"Cynthia leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping the table in thought. Jacqueline had played her cards well—using the exact tactics Lucien had once used against her. Poetic justice. She glanced at Pearl. "Do you know anyone insid
Hogan watched her serene face. No matter what she was facing, she always managed to stay calm, unflustered. That alone made her incredibly attractive.No wonder Lucien was so obsessed with her, to the point of losing control. Hogan, too, was curious now—just how did she plan to turn the tables this time? Her opponent was a celebrity, not someone to be underestimated."He's attending a funeral," Hogan said suddenly.Cynthia's hand froze mid-motion. The once-continuous apple peel snapped and fell to the floor."Whose funeral?""A female friend's father," Hogan replied, deliberately emphasizing the word female. He watched her fingertips tremble slightly where the peel had broken. "Or at least, that's what they're saying." He added with a smirk, tongue pressing against his back molars.Cynthia set the half-peeled apple on the cutting board. Juice from the fruit seeped into the wood grain, leaving behind a pale yellow stain. Just then, the click-clack of high heels echoed from the stairway
On her way home from work, Cynthia felt her mood gradually settle. Gina's words—"The most important thing in a relationship is forgiveness"—kept echoing in her mind. Technically, her connection with Lucien was just a financial arrangement, but all this fighting was exhausting. With that thought, she made a decision: she'd be the one to break the ice tonight."How was your day?" — Too warm."You're back." — Too cold."Darling…" — She shut that thought down immediately.In the end, she settled on the most natural approach: "You're home? I was just about to cook—what do you feel like eating?"As soon as she stepped inside, she sprang into action. Her ankle still throbbed faintly, but she ignored the pain and rushed into the kitchen, laying out ingredients. On second thought, waiting in the kitchen felt too obvious. So she brought some celery to the living room and scattered a few leaves on the table, trying to make it look like she was mid-prep.Then she paused, stunned by herself—What t
Lucien walked through the door just in time to see Cynthia limping across the living room. He rushed over in three quick strides and steadied her."What happened?""Just twisted it a little," she replied casually, trying to pull her hand away."Why didn't you call me?" His brow furrowed into a knot.Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes—usually bright like starlight—now clouded with confusion."It wasn't a big deal.""Not a big deal? What, do I have to wait until your leg breaks for it to count as one?" His voice spiked in volume, and his grip on her wrist tightened. She was always like this—always keeping him shut out. Five years ago, and still now."What's your problem?" Cynthia yanked her hand free. "I was trying to save you the trouble."Lucien's jaw clenched so hard it seemed carved from stone. She'd never understand—he'd rather she cry and call him in a panic than see her pretending to be strong.When she insisted on walking on her own, he simply scooped her up without a word."Hey
Cynthia glanced around the minimalist yet cozy room. Her eyes landed on several racing photos on the wall."Didn't expect you to be a race car driver," she said."Just a hobby." Martin handed her a glass of water and cut straight to the point. "Actually, I've heard about you long ago.""Oh?" Cynthia's lips curled slightly. "What did you hear?""You're my boss's ex-wife." Martin clasped his hands. "Someone who left a deep mark on him."Cynthia let out a soft laugh. "You're giving me too much credit. A man like Lucien—who could possibly affect him?"Martin neither agreed nor denied. "I want to ask you to go easy on Jacqueline."Cynthia's gaze sharpened, the smile no longer reaching her eyes. "You must be joking. I'm just a regular person. How could I possibly 'go easy' on a top celebrity?""Just don't kick her while she's down," Martin said calmly. "She's already been blacklisted. Her career is over. She's paying the price for her own actions."Suddenly, Cynthia changed the subject. "Do
On Monday morning, when Cynthia walked into the office, the teasing she had braced herself for never came. Gina sat motionless at her desk, staring blankly at the dark computer screen. She hadn't even turned it on.Pearl leaned over and whispered, "What's up with her?"Cynthia suddenly recalled what Lucien had said Friday night—"Gina likes Martin." Thinking back to how Martin had conveniently shown up at the party, things started to click."What's it like kissing your bro?" Cynthia leaned in and murmured into Gina's ear.With a loud thud, Gina toppled over in her chair and crashed to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, her face a furious shade of red. "W-What nonsense are you talking about?!"Pearl and Cynthia exchanged a glance—and then burst out laughing.Pearl pointed to the still-black computer screen. "Our top gun's been zoning out in front of a powered-off monitor all morning.""I was brainstorming!" Gina snapped, though her defense sounded pretty weak.Cynthia feigned shock,
The knocking resumed at the door—this time accompanied by other voices. Cynthia struggled again, but Lucien easily pinned her down, his lips returning to hers with a possessive urgency. He even bit her, not hard, but enough to force her focus back to him.Only when the knocking finally stopped did Lucien slightly pull away, his voice husky. "When are you going to send them home?"Cynthia was ready to curse at him, but his fingers pressed gently against her lips. He stroked her bitten mouth with his thumb, his tone softening unexpectedly."I know I didn't come back right away, but I've been keeping an eye on everything here. The Jessica thing? Handled the next day. I just got caught up with something else." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Once they're gone, I'll explain everything."By the time Cynthia emerged from the bedroom, the living room was completely empty. The chaos from the night before had vanished—everything was spotless. On the coffee table lay a note from Pearl: "We
All eyes were on the center of the room, where a game had just gone terribly wrong—or right, depending on who you asked. Cynthia and Gina's lips accidentally brushed in the middle of a biscuit game, and time seemed to freeze.From the doorway, two invisible waves of tension rolled in, colliding overhead and silencing the once-boisterous party.It was just a game mishap—really. Not only had they kissed, but two guys nearby had bumped lips too. Still, to Lucien and Martin, the world had narrowed to just one pair of touching lips.The party screeched to a halt. Laughter died mid-sound. The oppressive tension pinned everyone in place as they all instinctively turned toward the door.Cynthia's gaze briefly passed over Lucien's face before she looked away, completely expressionless. "Keep playing. Don't stop."But who could stay relaxed in front of those two? One was a world-famous celebrity with charisma to burn; the other, just standing there, made the air hard to breathe. The living room
Cynthia sat on a cold metal chair, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table. The officer pushed a stack of interrogation notes in front of her—three middle schoolers' statements, their childish handwriting crooked and clumsy, but filled with the phrase "delivering justice.""They thought they were punishing evil and promoting good," the officer sighed. "But they were just being used."Cynthia lowered her gaze, a cold smirk tugging at her lips. "Justice?" she repeated softly, her finger gliding over the line that read: ‘Acting on orders from above.'"Did you find out who that ‘higher-up' was?"The officer nodded. "Got him. Some guy running an online troll farm. He confessed the moment we brought him in." He paused. "Said someone paid him to orchestrate the whole thing."Cynthia didn't ask who. She already knew.—Jacqueline.She pulled out her phone and dialed Hogan's number."I was waiting for your call," Hogan said lazily, as if he'd seen this all coming."I need your help.""How c
After making breakfast, Cynthia invited Simon to eat with her. Once they finished, she handed him a blanket and a pillow."You can get some rest now. I'm not going out at all today."Simon took the bedding and watched as she returned to the table, opened her laptop, and began working with her usual efficiency. There was a quiet, enduring charm about her—a confidence that shimmered beneath her calm exterior.Compared to those dainty women who squealed for help just to open a soda can, Cynthia's independence was refreshing. She didn't need a man to define her or hold her hand through life. And Simon, in his heart, respected that.So, holding the blanket, he watched her for a moment and mumbled, "Thanks."Cynthia, reading the morning's headlines on social media, turned and gave him a brief smile before refocusing on her screen. Simon, clearly exhausted, lay down on the couch and fell asleep within minutes.Cynthia scrolled through the trending posts. In just one night, Jacqueline had tak
With a whirlwind of passion, Cynthia was completely spent. She didn't have the strength to argue anymore, or even resist. All she wanted now was to sleep.But Lucien wouldn't let her.He pulled her into his arms, watching her settle like a stroked cat finally soothed."You were angry the other day because you thought I went to see another woman, weren't you?"Cynthia played dead.Lucien bit her ear. She slapped him. He looked pissed."Cynthia!"She opened her eyes and stared at him. "What have you been doing these past few days?"Her tone was almost that of a wife questioning her husband.Lucien studied her. "You care what I've been doing?"Cynthia turned away and lay back down. But of course Lucien wasn't done. His hands wandered again.Suddenly, Cynthia twisted around and bit his ear hard. That finally shut him up.She stared at his dumbfounded face and the way he was looking at her—it made her skin crawl. She turned her back to him.Lucien pulled her back, face unusually serious."