“Such a beautiful lady. May I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance this evening?” A man extended his hand to Emily, bowing slightly. He was impeccably dressed, every bit the gentleman.Downstairs, Emily had just been approached with a dance invitation. To a suspicious onlooker, it might have looked like she was trying to catch the eye of a wealthy man.“Isn’t that Miss Yates? What is she doing here...” Emma’s voice trailed off, as though she had uncovered some unspeakable secret. Emma wasn’t the only one who noticed. Justin and Zac stood on the balcony above, watching the entire exchange. They had also caught bits and pieces of the gossip circulating among the women downstairs. Zac raised an eyebrow, a smile forming as he watched the scene below, as if a thought had just clicked into place.Hadn’t Emily been pestering Justin about going on a trip? And could it have been to this very place, the Westhill Peninsula Villa?And now, seeing they had broken up and Justin had inv
“Hey, Justin, Zac!” Sean greeted enthusiastically.“Ah, it’s Sean,” Zac replied casually.Justin gave a quick nod in acknowledgment.Emily’s eyes widened in surprise. She glanced back at the young man. “Do they know each other?” she wondered.Zac caught her expression and offered an explanation. “The Whites, the Yates, and the Smiths, are some of the Lincourt city’s old families. We all go way back.”Emily understood now. “Of course,” she thought, “rich kids... no wonder he’s driving around recklessly in a luxury car.”Sean noticed her expression and, as if reading her thoughts, quickly spoke up, his tone carrying a hint of apology. “Miss Emily,” he said softly.The way he called her "Miss Emily" made everyone around pause in surprise.Emma, who had been lingering nearby, wasn’t happy about being ignored. She stepped a little closer to Justin, positioning herself so it looked almost as if he was holding her. She looked up at him with an affectionate smile, as if to assert her p
Justin stood on the sandy shore, his tall frame relaxed, but his expression indifferent. Out of Mr. Gibson’s line of sight, he cast a glance at Emily, his gaze tinged with subtle mockery and skepticism. He had no intention of interrupting Mr. Gibson’s enthusiasm to expose her so-called painting skills, even though he had rarely seen her paint back at Villa One.Sure, Emily could paint, and she was enrolled in the city’s most prestigious art school. But to him, that didn’t necessarily equate to talent or any natural gift. After all, he had paid her way in, so it wasn’t as if she had gotten there solely on her own abilities.Dancing was a different story. She had surprised him tonight with her grace, but painting? That was another matter entirely. He just couldn’t picture her as an artist, no matter how hard he tried.Emily met his gaze briefly, sensing the challenge and doubt behind it. It was as if he were daring her to continue this “artist” act. But she simply turned away, rolli
“So, she was out there flirting with other guys the whole time?” Justin thought.As Emily listened to Mr. Gibson, a hint of confusion crossed her face. She sensed something was off. Was Mr. Gibson trying to set her up with Justin? The mere thought sent a chill down her spine, and she quickly found an excuse to leave. She still had to find Helen and give her a piece of her mind.“Mr. Gibson, I have something I need to take care of, so I’ll have to excuse myself for now,” Justin said politely, as he watched Emily leave.Mr. Gibson chuckled and waved him off, as if encouraging him to follow. “Go on, you young folks should enjoy yourselves. Me, I’m too old for all that excitement,” he said with a grin.Justin nodded respectfully before stepping away from the beach. He quickly caught up to Emily in a hallway corner, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. Justin then pinned her in the shadowy corner of the hallway.They were alone.“Move!” Emily snapped. The sudden shove against h
Sean grabbed Justin’s arm and yanked Emily’s wrist free from his grasp.Justin looked momentarily stunned, releasing her without a fight.Sean quickly pulled Emily behind him, stepping between them to shield her.“Bullying? Seriously?” Justin thought. She was the one who had slapped him. Who was bullying who here?And when did that even count as bullying?Back then, in those intimate moments with Emily, when things got passionate, was that bullying her?Those times he had been even more forceful making love to her, did that count as him bullying her?And what about the scratches she had left down his back? Was she bullying him then?Now she was huddled behind Sean, looking like she had been terribly wronged. What was that supposed to mean?Were she and Sean romantically involved now too?For the first time, Justin realized how well Emily could play the helpless, vulnerable card, putting on a pitiful act as if she had been mistreated. Watching her like that infuriated him. S
Though Sean’s jacket was soaked, its dark color still provided decent coverage.“Cough... cough...” Emily’s face was flushed as she choked on the pool water, coughing repeatedly. Sean patted her back gently, helping her clear the water from her airways.“I’ll help you back,” Sean said once she’d caught her breath. “You should take a hot shower and change into some dry clothes.”“Alright...” Emily rasped, her voice a bit hoarse from the coughing.The server who had accidentally pulled Emily into the pool also swam to the edge and climbed out. He repeatedly bowing and apologizing. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going. I... I’ll cover the cost of your dress.”He didn’t seem to realize she had hurt her wrist. “Please, just don’t file a complaint. I’ll get into big trouble with my manager.”Holding Sean’s jacket close around her, Emily felt a sharp pain in her wrist from the earlier pull. Now that she was out of the water, the panic had faded, but the stares from the onlook
Emma walked away from the pool, her arm hooked around Justin’s, her steps light, and a smile playing on her lips.She was pleased. Rumors would spread quickly, and by the time they reached the Smith family, there would be no chance for someone like Emily to ever fit in. Emily was destined to be nothing more than a hidden mistress, someone who would never see the light of day.*In the hallway leading to their rooms, Emily walked side by side with Sean.“Thank you for helping me back there!” Emily said sincerely. Ever since her accident, she had been afraid of water, and the suffocating feeling of falling into the pool had really shaken her. She also hadn’t known that the Smith family was behind the resort’s development.“That server…” Emily began, unaware of the deal between the server and Emma. She thought it had been a simple accident and wanted to speak up for him.“That server will definitely be let go,” Sean interjected. “Not every guest is as forgiving as you are. If he
Justin stormed off, seething with anger. “Emily, you’re something else!”She could actually jump into bed with other men without any restraint. Acting all self-righteous in front of him, only to throw herself at someone else behind his back. Was she really incapable of being without a man?He tugged irritably at his collar, his strides long and furious as he made his way through the hallway. At the corner, he nearly collided with a woman dressed in a revealing outfit.She stumbled against him and silently cursed whoever was so careless. However, when she looked up and saw Justin, her expression softened, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. She had noticed him by the pool earlier and recognized him as the CEO of RC Corporation. However, he had another woman with him earlier. As the CEO of RC Corporation, he was a much bigger catch than any of the other guys around the resort.“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going and ran right into you!” she apologized sweetly.
Hearing the noise from the next room, one of the students, who had been gossiping about Emily earlier that morning, rushed over. “Emily, are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. “Where does it hurt? I’ll call the teacher. Don’t worry!” She quickly pulled out her phone.Emily’s right side was throbbing with pain, tears streaming down her face as she lay there, feeling numb and barely able to move.The teacher arrived shortly after, clearly alarmed. “Call an ambulance, quickly!” she instructed, her voice sharp with urgency.Emily wanted to assure everyone she was fine, but as soon as she tried to speak, the pain surged again, and more tears flowed uncontrollably.When the ambulance arrived, the teacher turned to the students. “You all stay here and keep selecting your pieces for the exhibition. I’ll go with her to the hospital,” she said, her tone firm yet reassuring.At Lichfield Hospital’s emergency room, the doctor reviewed the X-rays. “There’s no fracture, just
“Remember, ladies, always steer clear of stingy men or you’ll end up with nothing!” one of the influencers said as their gossip faded. They were trailing behind Emily at a discreet distance as they all entered the building.Emily, preoccupied with thoughts of her withdrawal from school, paid no attention to the quiet chatter behind her. The voices were soft enough that she didn’t catch any of it.In class, after one lesson had ended, the teacher called out just as the students were about to leave, “Hold on a second, everyone.”The class paused, turning back to listen.“Next week, the school will be hosting a commercial art exhibition. We’ve invited several wealthy and influential guests, and even the government has taken an interest. This is an incredible opportunity to showcase your best work and potentially launch your career. Don’t let this slip by and make sure you give it your all!” The teacher smiled brightly, clearly excited about the event.The class responded with enthusi
The next morning, Emily got ready and headed out for her art class. She hailed a taxi on the street, something she hadn’t done in a while. Back when she was with Justin, she always drove one of the cars he had gifted her, but after she left, she hadn’t taken any of them. The cars and the jewelry he had given her, were all left behind at Villa One.As the taxi drove through the city, it passed the luxurious villa community where she used to live. Emily noticed a sleek black luxury car pulling out from the gates of Villa One. It was hard to miss, with its unique all-8 license plate, a rare sight in Lincourt City. She glanced at it briefly but quickly turned her attention to the scenery outside the opposite window, not wanting to linger on the past.The taxi driver, however, couldn’t help but comment. “Did you see that limited-edition luxury car that just passed by? With a license plate like that, people living in this area are definitely loaded.“These villas are worth millions!”
“The antacid is gone. Bring me a new box,” Justin said, his voice weaker than usual. He had always assumed the company kept it in stock and hadn’t given it much thought.Sam stood there awkwardly, clearly hesitant to speak.Justin frowned impatiently. “What are you waiting for? Go get it.”After a moment of deliberation, Sam finally spoke up, “Miss Emily was the one who always arranged the antacid for you.”Every time Justin was close to running out, she made sure to have more ready ahead of time. Now that he and she were no longer together, naturally, she wouldn’t be sending any more. But Sam was tactful enough not to say that part aloud.Justin froze. He hadn’t realized Emily had been quietly taking care of that for him.“I’ll go get some medicine right away,” Sam quickly offered, noticing the shift in Justin's expression.Left alone in the office, Justin’s gastric pain grew worse as frustration began to creep in. He had resolved to erase Emily from his life, to act as if she
Harry's eyes flashed with malice. After hearing Harry’s suggestion, Justin glanced at him briefly before shifting his gaze to Mr. Ziegler, who looked smug. “So, this is the plan after the loan was denied?” Justin thought. As the Vice President of RC Corporation, Harry had been trying to siphon off company funds through a shell company. It seemed his uncle was getting sloppy with age.Over the years, Harry's projects had become less and less profitable, while he been lending more and more money to his questionable friends. Justin had turned a blind eye, largely out of respect for his grandfather. If it weren't for that, Harry would have been removed from his position a long time ago, replaced by someone more competent.“Mr. Ziegler certainly has experience, but he’s been overseeing the traditional sectors. A project focused on developing new energy technologies is better suited to someone younger,” Justin replied calmly, his authority undeniable.Despite being publicly oppose
Harry was using a shell company to tap into RC Corporation’s resources and connections to run his own ventures. It seemed he was planning to launch his own international trade company to compete with RC Corporation. Ten billion dollars? That was a bit on the low side. Harry must have privately invested shares into LS Enterprise.“Deny the loan and return the appraisal report along with the file,” Justin instructed, handing the documents back to Sam. “No need to include the investigation results.”He was still giving his uncle some leeway, choosing not to expose his misdeeds directly.“Yes, Mr. Yates.“The urban development project we bid on with the Northport city government has been completed, and the inspection is scheduled for the 21st. You’re invited to attend.“And there’s a lunch meeting with the CEO of YY Global on the 20th, and the afternoon is open, so we can arrange a private flight to Northport,” Sam continued, glancing at his watch. “In about fifteen minutes, there’s
Justin looked at Emma’s thin face, his brows furrowing with concern.“She’s way too skinny,” he thought.Glancing at his watch, he said, “I’m out of time. I need to go.”“I’ll walk you out,” she offered.Emma walked him to the elevator, watching as the doors closed and he disappeared from view. She returned to her apartment, shut the door, and immediately pulled out her phone.The first thing she did was search for hospitals online, deliberately avoiding Lichfield Hospital. She found a public hospital and booked an appointment for a Hymenoplasty. The confirmation appeared on the screen, and she let out a satisfied chuckle, her eyes glinting with a hint of triumph.Meanwhile, back in the car, Justin leaned back in the seat, exhausted, as William drove. Justin rubbed his temples and sighed deeply, clearly worn out. He hadn’t been sleeping well these past few nights. Every time he managed to fall asleep, he would dream either about Emily falling into the pool, with him unable to r
Justin didn’t offer any explanations, and Emma didn’t ask for any. They both understood the unspoken things between them, and as long as Justin chose her, that was all that mattered.Over the past few days, Justin had been by her side almost constantly. Aside from necessary work obligations and sleeping separately at night, they had spent nearly all their time together. However, there was one thing that left Emma feeling unsettled.Despite being together, they hadn’t made any real progress physically. The most they had done was hold hands or share a few light embraces. It wasn’t that she was in a rush to take things further. She still had other matters to address first. What truly bothered her was that Justin hadn’t clearly defined their relationship.Without an explicit confession or being officially declared as his girlfriend, she felt like she was stuck in a gray area. To her, it was essential to secure a defined role as his partner. Only after Justin acknowledged her publicly
“Let me help you pack, Justin,” Emma offered cheerfully.“Alright,” Justin replied casually, though he felt a bit uncomfortable letting someone else handle his things. He didn’t want to make her feel self-conscious by saying anything, so he just let her go ahead. It was just a few clothes, after all.Once Justin’s suitcase was packed, Zac arrived with his own luggage to meet up with him. The three of them headed out together.On the way, Zac was constantly checking his phone, grinning from ear to ear as he responded to messages, clearly in a great mood. When they reached the parking lot, Zac and Justin said their goodbyes, each heading to their own car, as their routes back were different.Justin acknowledged him with a nod. Carrying both his and Emma’s suitcases, he walked over to the car. His bodyguard, William, pulled up, got out, and took the luggage to load into the trunk.“Mr. Yates, the car is ready,” William announced.Justin nodded. William opened the back door and wai