Edric's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, the sound of grinding bone echoing like teeth on edge.
Lucien looked at him with contempt, as if sizing up a pathetic insect. A cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips—pure disdain. This was supposed to be his rival? Disgusting. Not even worth the effort it would take to put him in his place.
He turned to leave.
Through gritted teeth, Edric spat a curse: "One day, I'll crush you under my heel. And she—she'll be beneath me, begging—"
Before the words could fully leave his mouth, Lucien's foot slammed into Edric's stomach.
Edric hit the ground like a sack of rags. He hadn't even caught his breath before Lucien stomped down on his face, grinding his heel in with deadly force. His eyes were sharp enough to kill.
"Then you can die now," he growled.
"Lucien!" Cynthia shouted, unable to hold back.
Lucien turned his head, his warning
Cynthia looked at Lucien, bewildered by how erratic he'd become lately. One moment explosive, the next unnervingly gentle—it made her wonder if he might actually need to see a psychiatrist."Can you tell me now?"Lucien asked, his tone softer now that she had quieted down. "Why did you come today?"Cynthia was distracted and answered without thinking, "To return Vicky's clothes."Lucien's eyes darkened at her reply. If he hadn't come home early, would she have just slipped away without a word?Suppressing his anger, his voice dropped to a low, tense murmur. "And after that? You had no intention of waiting for me, did you?"Cynthia turned to face him, meeting his eyes head-on. "Was your apology just now sincere?"Lucien was momentarily speechless. Why was she circling back to this again? Hadn't they already moved past it? Or was it that his apology hadn't sounded genuine?People always said women had an innate talent for arg
Cynthia wandered aimlessly through the night and somehow ended up at the very spot where she'd argued with Edric earlier that day.Since leaving with Lucien, she hadn't kept track of what had happened afterward. According to Vicky, Edric's car—which Lucien had mercilessly smashed into—had been towed away. The repairs would probably cost a fortune.Edric never reported the incident to the police. Considering he was the one who'd initiated the kidnapping, getting the law involved might've landed him in deeper trouble.Cynthia let out a quiet sigh.Lucien had rammed his outrageously expensive sports car into Edric's without a second thought. That ruthlessness—so ingrained in him—wasn't something ordinary people could comprehend."Were you really trying to kill him back there?" she asked aloud, not turning around.Lucien was standing under a tree, its dense foliage casting shadows over him. He was half hidden, half illuminated, as if caught between two worlds.He'd been tailing her ever s
Lucien chose May 16th—Mandy's birthday—to bring her home. It was no coincidence.Birthdays in their family were never just celebrations. Grandfather Thomas held the reins of the family empire, and every birthday marked a subtle yet significant power reshuffle.Real estate, land, business ownership—anything could change hands on a whim. Behind the facade of cheerful gatherings, blades were drawn in the shadows.Among all the heirs, Mandy—daughter of Thomas's deceased eldest daughter—was the most beloved. Her birthday was always the grandest, the rewards most extravagant: private jets, luxury cars, dazzling jewels—far beyond what others could hope for.By comparison, when Cynthia and Lucien got married, all they received was a pair of matching watches, which were later reclaimed after their divorce.Lucien bringing her back on this particular day was anything but thoughtless.The phone rang. Lucien's voice was curt and cool. "I'm downstairs.""I'm coming."Hanging up, Cynthia looked at
In the parking lot, Janet finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably."He actually threatened to send me to Black Island—for her!"She stomped her feet hysterically. "I'm telling Grandpa! He'll kick her out for sure!"Selena clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Lucien's words still echoed in her mind, stabbing like knives. All her hatred found a new target—Cynthia. It was all that bitch's fault."She's your brother's ex-wife?" Selena asked, barely keeping her fury in check."That's her!" Janet gritted her teeth. "She cheated on him back then—everyone knew! And now she dares come back?"A flicker of malice flashed in Selena's eyes, though her face remained composed with concern."Lucien is completely under her spell. Bringing her here tonight… he must be serious about getting back together."Janet's face turned pale. Lucien held the reins of power in the family now. If he insisted..."No way! I won't allow it!" Janet grabbed Selena's hand. "You have to help
"Well, well, look who we have here…"A middle-aged man's voice cut through the noise.Cynthia turned and saw two men who closely resembled Lucien—his uncles, Jay and Leo. With a composed smile, she greeted them politely, "It's been a while."Jay and Leo both flashed knowing, meaningful smiles when they noticed Cynthia standing beside Lucien.Unlike Janet, who would start screaming the moment she saw Cynthia, these two were all charm and civility, as if greeting an old friend after many years. Jay spoke first, voice layered with implication:"Cynthia. What a surprise, seeing you here."Unfazed, Cynthia casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glanced at Lucien, and replied,"I'm just as surprised to be back here seeing you all again. Life's full of surprises, wouldn't you agree?"Jay paused, then let out a hearty laugh."Well said, Cynthia. You're right—life is full of surprises!"Leo cut in, "Lucien, are you two… getting back together? You never mentioned it."Jay quickly jump
The lights in the room suddenly went out. A spotlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the spiral staircase.A red carpet lined the stairs, and fresh flowers were wrapped around the banisters. Mandy descended slowly, wearing a dazzling red mini dress, a glittering crystal crown atop her head, and sky-high red heels that clicked delicately with every step.Edric stepped forward and offered his hand to guide her down. She flashed him a flirtatious smile. Edric gently held her hand."My princess, happy birthday," he whispered, before planting a soft kiss on her cheek.They looked like a prince and princess straight out of a fairytale. The scene was picture-perfect, and the applause thundered through the room.Cynthia watched the whole display. Watched the man who had been part of her entire youth now smiling so happily while holding another woman's hand, walking toward Thomas. Even though she had long considered Edric nothing more than trash, she couldn't stop the rush of emotions.
Cynthia's red lips had barely left his when the air in the grand hall froze solid. Stacey's face turned a deep shade of fury, her nails digging into her palms as though she were about to leap forward and tear Cynthia apart.Just then, Marcus appeared at the perfect moment, bowing respectfully."Young Master, Sir requests you and the lady in the study."Thomas's long-time assistant looked utterly composed, as if Cynthia had never left—still one of the rightful mistresses of the house.Lucien took Cynthia by the wrist and led her through the crowd. At the center of the ballroom, Mandy stared at their retreating figures with such intensity that her dance steps fell out of rhythm."That bitch's got you this distracted?" she hissed, her nails digging sharply into Edric's shoulder. "Don't forget who helped you get where you are."Edric tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her in during the spin. His voice was low against her ear."This arrangement was your idea. As for the BW position…"
Jay quickly tried to smooth things over."Lucien, apologize. Now!"Leo jumped in to help."The company can't run without Lucien, Dad. Please, calm down...""The company will collapse without him?" Thomas slammed the table."Are you saying there's no one else?! Are the rest of you useless?!"Jay and Leo both fell silent, inwardly cursing Thomas's favoritism. If Mandy really took over, what future would they have?Cynthia stood by coldly, waiting for Lucien's decision. His grip on her wrist was so tight it hurt—but then she heard him speak, calm and steady:"I only brought her here to let everyone know—I'm remarrying her. As for the CEO position... it's just a title." He gave a faint smile."There's no shortage of talent in the world. Grandpa can replace me anytime."With that, he turned and walked out, dragging Cynthia behind him—leaving behind a room full of stunned faces.Cynthia stumbled to keep up, her heart swirling with complicated emotions. Did this man truly just give up his fa
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."