Early the next morning, Gina rushed into the magazine office, practically grabbing Cynthia by the shoulders in excitement and she blurted out, "Tell me, you did not interviewed Paul Harris yesterday, didn't you?! Didn't you?!""What's the matter?" Cynthia asked absentmindedly.Her mind was elsewhere, contemplating whether she should actually take Lucien's suggestion seriously—get a gun or hire someone to take him out for good.A permanent solution."I heard you interviewed Lucien Brown! COME ON, that's the Lucien Brown! The number one name in business! My ultimate dream!" Gina groaned in regret. "If I had known it was him, I would never have missed such a golden opportunity! Ugh! I could just die from regret! Tell me, is he even more handsome and imposing in person than in photos?""Didn't notice." Cynthia shrugged off Gina's hands and focused back on her work. Gina looked at her as if she were an alien."Didn't notice? You mean to tell me you felt nothing for Lucien? Are you even a w
The press conference venue was already crowded with journalists and onlookers. Cynthia and Gina stood off to the side, waiting for the event to begin.From the moment they arrived, Gina had been uncharacteristically critical, mercilessly mocking the brand Jacqueline was endorsing.In her opinion, only a no-name company would choose someone like Jacqueline as their ambassador.And as for Jacqueline herself, Gina was convinced she had seduced Lucien purely to boost her fame.Mid-rant, Gina suddenly paused, narrowing her eyes at Cynthia with a thoughtful expression."Sweetie, I just thought of something...Lucien never gives interviews. So why did he agree to yours? What's your relationship with him? Wait—don't tell me he's fallen for your beauty?"Cynthia's heart skipped a beat.She forced herself to remain calm. "It was just a coincidence. Mr. Harris was busy, so they sent him instead. And don't worry, he's not my type. If anything, I think Martin is far more charming.""Martin? Please.
Gina stared after Lucien as he walked away, her expression turning dreamy. "Lucien is really handsome. Even if he's gay, I still can't give up the fantasy. What should I do? Look, isn't he still here for that bitch Jacqueline?"She absentmindedly reached out to pinch Cynthia's cheek. "I'd rather Lucien set his sights on you. You're a hundred times better than that Jacqueline."Cynthia swatted her hand away, adding fuel to the fire. "You really don't care if he's gay? Aren't you worried about Martin?"Gina, as if jolted awake, stared at Cynthia, speechless. "You... you mean...""Martin's so pretty, and Lucien could be bisexual. Honestly, it looks like Lucien's not here for Jacqueline at all. He's probably with Martin. You're his friend, and even though you adore Lucien, you can't just stand by while Martin falls into his hands, can you? Go check on him!" Cynthia added with a dramatic flair, mentally sighing—she could only help Martin so much. Whether he understood his feelings would de
Cynthia stood not far away, her heart pounding violently in her chest, as if it might burst free at any moment.She took a deep breath, trying to steady her erratic breathing, forcing herself to remain composed before finally making her way toward the press conference venue.Thinking back to the words she had just spoken to Frank and Lucien, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Every single one had been a lie.She wasn't foolish. Even though Lucien harbored nothing but vengeance toward her, she would never be reckless enough to escape one danger only to throw herself blindly into another.To her, the best strategy was to pit the two men against each other and let them tear each other apart.Cynthia silently calculated—if Frank were intimidated by Lucien and decided to back off, then he was simply lucky. But if he persisted in his delusions, whatever he suffered at Lucien's hands would be entirely his own doing. He would deserve every bit of it.However, the peace she longed for did n
Onstage, Jacqueline basked in the spotlight, but her moment of glory was soon overshadowed by Martin's unexpected appearance.His arrival had been kept under wraps—even the media were caught off guard. When the host announced that Martin would be joining Jacqueline as the brand ambassador for the new cosmetics line, the crowd erupted in excitement.Everyone knew that the entertainment company Martin was signed under belonged to none other than Lucien. Immediately, murmurs spread like wildfire among the press. Speculations ran rampant—Was this Lucien's way of supporting his rumored girlfriend? Had he pulled strings to pair her with the most popular artist under his label, using his influence to push her career to new heights?Standing in the audience, Cynthia watched the scene unfold, her expression unreadable. She hadn't even realized that her brows had furrowed ever so slightly.So, Lucien was really going all out for Jacqueline.Just then, Gina returned and quietly stood beside Cyn
Lucien's response was like a massive stone dropped into a still lake, sending waves rippling in every direction.No one had expected him to be so blunt, so unreserved. In front of countless cameras, he dismissed all speculation without hesitation, showing no regard for Jacqueline's feelings.The rumor mill had been churning with reports of their alleged romance, yet here he was, publicly denying everything with a tone so decisive it was almost ruthless.Even if there truly was nothing between him and Jacqueline, common courtesy dictated that he should at least consider her feelings. A formal statement would have been the more diplomatic approach.But Lucien seemed completely absorbed in his own world, indifferent to the storm his words would unleash—or the trouble they would bring to Jacqueline.As soon as the words left his mouth, Lucien let go of Cynthia with an air of nonchalance, as if the entire exchange had been inconsequential. Then, without sparing another glance, he turned on
While Cynthia was contemplating how to let Thomas know she had returned, two people staggered out from another corner of the bar."Jacqueline, why did you come to such a crowded place? If Nicky finds out, he's going to nag at you for ages," a man muttered as he supported the already heavily intoxicated Jacqueline.Jacqueline's cheeks were flushed, her movements sluggish. She mumbled as she walked, "What does he take me for... I loved him... loved him so sincerely... buthe only sees me as... as a substitute for his ex-wife? How could he do this to me? Lucien, how could you treat me like this!"As she spoke, Jacqueline suddenly grabbed the man's collar, breaking into sobs.Alarmed, the man panicked and tried to shield her from view. "GOD, stop shouting! If people see you like this, your image will be completely ruined!"Jacqueline let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. "Image? Do I even have an image left? I'm already a joker—a complete jo
Moments later.Cynthia felt as if her head was filled with fog, her body weighed down as though a massive boulder was crushing her. She couldn't move a single inch. In a daze, she slowly opened her eyes, her throat dry and burning like fire. Struggling to form words, she croaked, "Water… water…"She faintly heard the sound of water being poured. Soon after, a pair of strong arms gently helped her up. Cynthia instinctively accepted the glass pressed into her hands and gulped the water down greedily, finally easing the dryness in her throat.Squinting slightly, she murmured, "Erica, where are we?"No response.She continued, "Well, forget it, it doesn't matter where we are. I just don't want to go home right now. If I stay there another minute, Lucien will probably come knocking again. He's a lunatic."Still, there was no reply.The hands supporting her tensed slightly. A strange feeling crept up her spine, making her unea
Smoke curled through the bar like a living thing, and the neon lights cast shifting reflections across the rims of half-empty glasses.Hogan refilled the whiskey without asking, the amber liquid catching cold glints in the dim light. "Drink up. At least alcohol never lies."He raised his own glass, the clink of ice breaking the silence.Stephen reached out, stopping Hogan's hand. "That's enough. He's had too much.""So what?"Hogan chuckled darkly, his eyes drifting to the silent man across from him. "Better drunk than drowning in pain."He leaned closer to Stephen and muttered, "Have you ever seen a man stay sane after losing his wife?"Lucien seemed detached from the world around him. He downed the whiskey in one mechanical motion, the burn doing nothing to soothe the aching void in his chest. The glass in his hand fractured the bar's lights into twisted patterns—just like the broken state of his mind.Suddenly, his phone buz
"Cynthia…"Lucien stared hard at the photo on his phone screen, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. His jaw clenched, and he forced her name out between gritted teeth. His eyes burned red with fury, as if he were on the verge of completely losing control.Just then, Simon hurried over and said in a low voice, "Thomas called. He says he knows where Cynthia is—but he wants you to meet him in person."Lucien's gaze sharpened. Without a word, he spun around and strode out the door. Simon followed closely, and they drove straight toward the estate.Inside the grand hall, Janet was clinging excitedly to Selena's hand, barely able to conceal her glee. "That bitch is finally gone! Why doesn't my brother see it? She was never good enough for him—"Before she could finish, the front doors slammed open.Lucien walked in, a storm of cold fury radiating from him. He didn't spare them a single glance and headed straig
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