Chloe was overwhelmed with worry about raising money, unaware that the internet and media were already in a frenzy.
Shortly after noon, headlines like "Lionel Williams, CEO of K International Group, Spotted with Flora Miler at Paradiso" along with a series of photos started appearing online. Although Flora's face was blurred out, the news spread like wildfire.
The public was in an uproar.
Lionel Williams was the dream man of millions, admired for his near-godlike perfection. The sudden revelation of such a scandal involving him was shocking and unacceptable to many.
Some sympathetic fans tried to defend Lionel, but the majority were relentless in their condemnation, hurling insults like "hypocrite," "shameless," and "disgusting."
Posts and comments spread rapidly, intensifying the controversy. The internet was nearly brought to a standstill, and K International Group's stock took a significant hit.
Lionel, caught completely off guard, was furious.
He had personally witnessed his men destroy the cameras last night—where could these photos have come from?
The answer was clear: it had to be that woman. He had underestimated her, assuming no one would dare challenge him given his status. But now, he realized he had been wrong.
As he read through the information on Flora, Lionel's anger flared. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart.
Meanwhile, Lionel's grandfather, Earl Williams, who was abroad at the time, nearly suffered a stroke from the shock of the scandal. He flew back immediately, ready to confront Lionel, but found himself unable to strike him.
K International Group's crisis management team quickly took action, leveraging their extraordinary resources to scrub the internet clean of the scandal. However, the damage was done, and the public's memory was not so easily erased.
"This mess you created—you fix it!" Earl's eyes were filled with fury as he glared at Lionel. "If you can't handle this, you'll have quit!"
Earl wasn't making empty threats. When he had pushed Lionel into his current position a few years ago, it had stirred significant opposition, not just within the family but also among the major shareholders of K International Group.
Lionel was known for his wild and carefree nature, more interested in women and spending money than in running the company. His ascension had threatened many people's interests, and they saw him as a ticking time bomb that would eventually destroy the company.
They had no choice but to wait for Lionel to make a mistake, hoping to pull him down when he did.
Lionel understood the gravity of the situation. His sharp features were etched with tension.
"I'll handle it," he promised.
"Do you have a plan?" Earl raised an eyebrow.
"I will," Lionel replied, the gears in his mind already turning. This wasn't an insurmountable problem—he just needed to wait for the right moment to strike and eliminate the threat once and for all.
"Marry her!" Earl declared, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up. "It's the best solution right now!"
"No way!" Lionel's eyes flashed with anger as he stood up as well. Marry that woman? He'd rather strangle her—she had clearly set him up, but for whom?
"If you don't, you'll quit!" Earl's voice was calm but firm, his sharp eyes darkening. "It's just a woman. The money you spend freely could support thousands of women! Marry her, and you can divorce her later. I'm not asking you to live with her forever. Once things settle down, you'll still be in control."
Earl's experience in business was undeniable. His shrewdness showed.
Lionel's icy eyes flickered, and suddenly, he changed his mind. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he gave instructions to his assistant. "Barton, arrange a press conference. I'm going to marry Flora Miler!"
Flora's surgery was over, and she woke up on the third day.Her eyes were vacant, her face paler than paper, and her lips were cracked and peeling. She clutched the blanket tightly around her, leaving only her face exposed, staring blankly at the ceiling, saying nothing. She didn't even drink when offered water, as if she had completely lost her mind.Blood transfusions and IV drips kept flowing into her, but no matter how much Donna coaxed her, Flora remained silent.Chloe and their mother were beside themselves with worry and went to ask the doctor what was going on. But the doctor was evasive, unwilling to say much. He only mentioned that Flora's illness was severe, affecting her nerves, and urged them to prepare the money for treatment and keep her calm. Any shock could be fatal.In the evening, a girl in the same hospital room was browsing the internet on her tablet when she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god! Lionel is getting married!"At the mention of Lionel's name, Flora's vacan
Hasn't she already slept with her man? Isn't she still standing here just fine? If Flora wanted her life, Chloe would probably let her take it without resistance, Chloe thought. It's what she owe... let it be... whatever comes, she'll take it.There was no sound from Flora, only the chilling sound of her laughter, tears streaming down her face as she laughed, her entire body shaking.Chloe watched her silently, waiting for her to release her emotions. Words of comfort wouldn't come out; since their father passed away, Chloe found herself becoming more cold-hearted."Chloe... I hate you!" Flora finally screamed.She knew it! She had always known!Chloe remained silent, waiting for her to continue."Lionel Williams, the president of K International Group, publicly announced that he wants to marry me... haha..." Flora trembled violently, her face as pale as a sheet, twisted in a grotesque expression."Congratulations!" Chloe said calmly, though her heart was in turmoil. Marrying into wea
"I want YOU to marry him!" Flora repeated, her gaze shifting from the ceiling to Chloe, filled with resentment and bitterness."No, that's impossible!" Chloe shot to her feet. Yes, she feared Flora's death, but she wouldn't allow herself to be manipulated. "Flora, are you out of your mind? Isn't he the man you've always wanted to marry?"Something about Chloe's words set Flora off. The moment she finished speaking, Flora burst into another round of loud, heart-wrenching sobs.Chloe was stunned. Could an illness really change someone's personality so drastically? In her memory, Flora had always been a tough, calculating character, not someone who would cry so easily."I want you to marry him. Will you do it or not?" Flora demanded between sobs, her eyes fixed on Chloe."I won't!"What new trick was Flora trying to pull? Wasn't Chloe already suffering enough? Did she really need to force her to marry the man who had destroyed her life?Chloe made up her mind—she would rather die than ma
Cold. Chloe's entire body felt as if it were enduring the chill of a midwinter night. She was like a solitary leaf trembling in the wind, on the brink of falling.Chloe knew very well that taking Flora's place in this marriage would mean the end of her own life.From that moment on, she would have to live under Flora's name, and the person known as Chloe—both in name and in existence—would disappear completely.So be it. This was the tragedy of being Chloe.The ivy crawled up the walls, its leaves so densely packed and vibrantly green that they almost glistened in the light, their life force palpable as they swayed in the breeze. Such was the brilliant life of the ivy. And her life? It was all shades of gray."Miss Flora!" A low male voice called from behind her.Chloe tensed, her hand gripping the ivy frozen in midair.Was he calling her? No, it couldn't be. She was Chloe! The thought flashed through her mind instinctively."Miss Flora!" The man called again.Yes, he was indeed calli
Chloe slowly turned around. Amos stood a short distance behind her.Flora's expression remained cold and detached as her gaze briefly swept over Amos. She then continued walking forward as if he didn't exist.Amos's eyes were filled with anger. How dare this woman ignore him! He vividly remembered the time when she clung to him like a delicate bird.Recalling the scene he just witnessed, his fists clenched, and his eyes reddened with fury. Watching her walk away, he shouted at her retreating figure, "You'd rather sell yourself than look at me! How could you be so cheap?"Chloe froze, biting her lip as she stopped in her tracks. She didn't turn around, gripping the fabric of her sleeve tightly. Treating his words like the barking of a stray dog, she resumed walking.Amos was utterly enraged by her indifference. "Is money all you care about? Fine! If you're selling, then sell yourself to me! I'll pay you double what you asked for!"This damned woman! He loved her so much, but she tossed
Inside the house, the luxurious decor and grand setting were immediately apparent. The large curtains of the massive glass windows were drawn back, revealing the shimmering pool outside and a vast front garden filled with exotic flowers. The servants seemed to have been specially trained, moving with identical grace and rhythm.A woman in her fifties, dressed in a sharp blue suit, approached Chloe. Her eyes were full of shrewdness and efficiency. The other maids and servants bowed respectfully as she passed, then went back to their duties of cleaning and polishing."Madam, I'm the housekeeper here. You can call me Grace," the woman said, her sharp gaze assessing Chloe. Although she addressed her as "Madam," there was no respect in her eyes—only a cold, detached indifference."Grace," Chloe replied casually, not bothered by Grace's frosty demeanor. She hadn't expected to be respected upon entering this house anyway.The moment she stepped into the house, Chloe felt a deep chill creepin
The entire agreement, rather than merely imposing various restrictions on her, was more like an alternative form of humiliation.For instance, she was forbidden from being in the living room at 7 a.m. and 7 p.m., from appearing on any path Lionel walked, and from being present whenever there were guests in the house.Unless Lionel explicitly allowed it, her identity as his wife required her to remain confined within the mansion.Without a word, Chloe picked up the pen and swiftly signed "Flora Miler." She felt a slight sense of gratitude towards this devilish man for showing a shred of mercy by allowing her to escape, even if she didn't know when that day might come. At least, she could see a glimmer of hope.As she looked at Flora's signature, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Her so-called sister had threatened her with death to force her into marrying this man, even though she knew that Chloe saw him as nothing short of a beast. Yet Flora still coerced her into marriage
Chloe barely registered the rest of what the bank teller was saying. Her mind was consumed with a searing rage.She quickly informed Cynthia that their meeting would have to be rescheduled and then wandered aimlessly through the bustling crowd.Cynthia's last words echoed in her mind: "Chloe, what's going on with you? You've disappeared for two months without a trace, and now, when we finally meet, you cancel again. What on earth are you doing?"Yes, what was she doing? She kept asking herself this as she walked. She hadn't gotten the money, and now that man had trampled on her dignity.Chloe hadn't realized the Williams family was hosting a banquet tonight. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a row of luxury cars parked in neat formation. Through the grand entrance, she could see Lionel leaning casually against the bar, holding a glass of champagne, engaged in conversation.That domineering, seemingly harmless face of his infuriated her, and she quickened her pace, heading stra