"No! You're not Prisley!"The woman fell back, crying out in pain.Heather gasped, wrapped up his towel and turned up the lights.She sat on the floor, still in a seductive pose, hoping Heather would continue their earlier scene.Heather glanced at her with icy eyes. "Filla? Why pretend to be Prisley?"Filla shrugged, slowly dressing. "I didn't pretend. You mistook me for her.""Why didn't you correct me then?""I just wanted you, no matter how.""And I just wanted to make love to you. How was I supposed to know you were thinking of someone else?" She suppressed her anger.She had waited all night, tried tricks, how could she not be furious with such pride?Filla and Prisley looked alike. But Filla was fuller and had straight hair. And Prisley was slimmer with naturally curly hair.In the early days of their contract, Prisley had to straighten her hair or tie it up to a bun to look more like Filla.Filla left. Heather lay on the bed, thoughts consumed by Prisley.Sorry, nearly made a
"The police need you to make a statement," Mark said.Prisley's eyes flickered with intense emotion, pain filling them instantly. The dreadful memories flooded back in a matter of seconds.Mark cursed himself silently for bringing it up again.After a while, Prisley lifted her head from her heavy breathing."It's okay, I can do it.""No, you don't have to force yourself if you're not comfortable."Prisley forced a smile. "I'm the one involved. I'm the only one who knows what happened that day. I won't let them off! Every one of them will be caught, no one escapes!"She clenched her fingers, tightly grasping her skirt hem..Mark felt a tightness in his chest, a hint of tears welling up in his eyes. He hadn't cried since his teenage years. As an rich dandy, he spends his days jesting and grinning, never troubled by anything, nor moved by anything.But now, this resilient girl before him was breaking through his defenses. Emotions he hadn't felt in years stirred within him.Because of Ma
In the video, Prisley sat on the couch clutching a teddy bear, with Mark by her side. Across from them were a few plainclothes officers."I waved the knife at him, not sure if I cut him. I'd never used such a thing, and my hands were shaking badly.""But then, I felt a warm, sticky liquid spray on me, smelling awful. I realized it was his blood.""I had cut him. I followed through with my plan, but I was both happy and scared. I had killed someone! A living, breathing person..."Prisley sobbed into her hands, pulling at her hair. Her voice trembled, her breathing erratic as she teetered on the edge of a breakdown from the horrific memories.Heather felt a pang of pain. Those bastards! Why make her relive it? How much courage did it take for her to face that day again?"I was covered in blood. It was disgusting. I didn't know what to do, so I just pushed him away to keep him off me. Eventually, he got stiff and cold on me. I used all my strength to shove him out of the car.""He was he
Heather jerked his head up, his gaze cold and fierce.Peter's forehead started to sweat as he carefully considered how to report the bad news to his boss."We haven't seen Prisley today, and Mark Grant is missing too. No idea where they went or when they left."He watched Heather nervously, his muscles tensed, ready to dodge anything that might be thrown his way.To his surprise, Heather was quiet.He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes slightly, looking a bit tired. His breathing was heavy.After a long pause, he finally said, "Got it. You can go."His tone wasn’t harsh; it was strangely calm.Peter left the office, closing the door behind him. He lingered outside for a moment, listening for the sound of anything being thrown, but heard nothing.Finally, he felt relieved and walked away with a lighter step.The sound of the door closing brought Heather back to reality. He realized that Peter had left, and he no longer needed to hide his emotions.He walked over to the sofa and
"Is that you, Prisley?"That voice sounded so familiar!Prisley turned around immediately and saw a familiar figure standing in the hallway.Tall and slender, with a face that was too thin. A well-fitting T-shirt paired with sweatpants, he looked just like she remembered."Spencer!" She exclaimed and ran towards him.Spencer lifted Prisley and spun her around a few times before setting her down.They laughed with excitement, their chests rising and falling with their breaths. Prisley buried her face in his chest."It's really you. What brings you back so suddenly?" He couldn't hide his joy."I just quit my job and thought it was time to visit my parents. I didn't expect to see you here." said Prisley."Spencer, when did you get back?""Just a week ago. I wanted to get settled before telling you.”“After returning from the overseas branch, I asked for remote work so I could take a break.""Your company is great for allowing that.""After all the work I did abroad, they owe me at least t
"I’ve always wanted to tell you…"Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice."I... I might stay here for quite a while.""What? I waited so long for you to tell me that?" Prisley complained playfully, pinching his cheek.Spencer sighed quietly. "Isn’t that good?" His eyes flickered with a murky glint, holding back too many unspoken words."Of course, it is. By the way, Spencer, do we have any ingredients? I’ll cook for you." Prisley said, opening the fridge."You used to love what I cooked.""Yeah, it’s been years since I had it. I’ve always missed it." Spencer forced a small smile."Wow! You have so much beer! Let's drink a lot tonight!" Prisley said excitedly, chattering non-stop since she saw Spencer.Spencer walked over to the couch and sat down, watching her busy figure with eyes full of love.He wanted to say what he most wanted to in his heart, but he didn't dare.The stable relationship they had maintained for so many years might crumble if he broke the balance. He didn't know what w
This girl he had secretly loved for so many years was now lying in his arms, drunk.She clung to his neck without a care, her soft body pressed against his chest.If he wanted to do something now, it would be so easy.Spencer leaned down and kissed Prisley’s cheek. When his lips reached hers, he paused.His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he clenched his teeth. His breathing was heavy, with a sense of restraint. His lips hovered near hers for a long moment before he pulled away.Leaning back on the couch, he let out a relieved sigh and carried Prisley to the bedroom upstairs, laying her gently on the bed.He turned and went into the bathroom, using cold water to quell the fire inside him.Water poured over him, but his mind was full of the scene Prisley asleep in his arms.She was so soft, so sweet, so unguarded. She truly saw him as her brother, but how could he have such thoughts about her?Spencer closed his eyes, letting the water wash over his face and body, but the fire inside him still
"Your boss and his ex are getting married.""Hey, Prisley, are you listening?" Jennifer called out."Oh… yeah, I'm listening… But what does his marriage have to do with me?" Prisley quickly ended the call, her expression stiff."What's wrong?" Spencer asked."Nothing. Just talking to a friend about my boss.""Your boss is Heather Rynn, right?""You know him?""I’ve heard he's quite a big deal. Rose to a high position at a young age. Some of his mergers are textbook cases.""Prisley, you must have learned a lot working with him.""Oh… yes…"Prisley's thoughts were still tangled in what Jennifer had said about Heather getting married.Spencer sensed her discomfort."Spencer, can you take a walk with me?" Prisley asked."Sure. Where do you want to go?""The cemetery."Prisley's parents and Spencer's parents were buried in the same cemetery, not far from each other. Prisley and Spencer stood before the graves with flowers in hand, silent for a long time.Prisley was overwhelmed with emoti
Early the next morning, Heather had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heather in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time a
Heather and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heather smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heather opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heather was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heather asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintl
Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.Th
"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heather and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heather signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heather, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heather remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heather and Prisley reached the car, Heather suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappoint
Chapter 107: Becoming Friends“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heather said, half-joking, half-contemptuously. His tone held a touch of mockery, and a smirk curved his lips. He lounged on the sofa, casually tapping the edge of his wine glass with his fingers, casting a dismissive glance at Mark.Prisley, sitting next to Heather, gave him a gentle elbow jab. She shot him a disapproving look and then gave him a subtle wink, signaling him to ease up on Mark.To their surprise, Mark was momentarily stunned but then smiled calmly. His eyes showed a trace of self-deprecation but mostly relief.“You’re right, Heather. Compared to you, I’m indeed quite immature,” Mark said with a wry smile.“I finally understand that I’m definitely not the type Prisley likes. So despite all her efforts, she still hasn’t fallen for me.”He spoke with self-deprecation. Though he was addressing his past hurt, he showed no real sadness. In
"Mark, what's wrong? Are you speeding? Tell me where you are right now!"Prisley’s face had gone pale with worry. She turned to Heather, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heather immediately grasped the situation with Mark. He grabbed the phone from Prisley and said, "Mark, whatever's going on, you need to stay calm. Prisley is really worried about you. You don't want to cause an accident and make her even more upset, do you?"The roar of a car engine came through the phone. Mark answered with a chocked voice, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."Not long after, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant.The restaurant’s lighting was soft and warm, but the atmosphere between them was exceptionally heavy.Mark sat in the corner of the table, his gaze distant.He looked utterly defeated, with bruises from a fight on his face, completely lacking his usual charm and confidence. Prisley had seen Mark anxious and smug before, but never this defeated and at a loss.Pri
After saying goodbye to Prisley at the hospital, Mark drove home with a heavy heart. He couldn't remember how he drove—the dim streetlights and shadows on the road were all that filled his mind. It felt like the whole world had lost its color.Only when he instinctively hit the brakes did he realize he was already parked in his driveway.Inside his mansion, the silence made the space feel even more empty and cold. With one person missing, the house felt like a hollow shell, and even the air seemed thin.Mark walked unsteadily into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and warmth. Prisley's presence was everywhere. Her book was still open on the nightstand, a few of her clothes casually draped over the chair. On the wall hung a portrait she had painted of him, so detailed, so lifelike. But the bed across from it was now empty.Mark approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then collapsed onto it, exhausted. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the sheets. He
The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of beef, the oil sizzling quietly on the hot pan. The shelves had new spices lined up, neatly organized. Heather was focused, carefully watching the steak as it cooked.Over his casual clothes, he wore a white apron.His commanding presence wasn't diminished at all by the casual outfit. Instead, it added a touch of warmth and kindness. It was a side of him Prisley had never seen before, something she couldn't even imagine.Prisley's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Heather like he was from another planet. "Heather? Are you... cooking steak?"Heather turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.Heather said to the man on the video call, "Alright, that's it for today," and then ended the call."Need any help?" Prisley asked, stepping closer to the counter.Heather waved a long finger to indicate he didn't, then turned back to what he was doing.Prisley could only stand there waiting.Heather finally switched off the stove, plated th
“Awake?” Heather asked, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.Prisley nodded woodenly, responding with a faint sound.She wasn’t used to such morning—too intimate, too tender. Heather had rarely stayed over at her place before, let alone waking up with her in his arms until dawn.On the rare occasions he did stay over, he would leave the apartment early, as if staying even a moment longer made him uncomfortable.It made sense. Back then, he was just infatuated with her body.Prisley tried to get up, but as she moved, Heather’s arm tightened around her.“It’s still early. Stay a little longer. It’s the weekend,” he said with a warm smile in his voice.Prisley didn’t really want to wake up that early. She just didn’t want to be so close to Heather. The intimacy made her uneasy. If there were an “boundary” in the bed, she might have been able to sleep a bit longer.She gave an awkward smile, trying to sound casual. “It’s just… I want to move around a bit. The weather is so nice