No one could tell her what to do.From her mother’s failed relationship, she learned to protect herself by closing off her heart.But controlling her emotions was easier said than done.On the other side of the door, Alaric sat with his back against it, hands resting on his knees, his long legs slightly bent, feeling utterly alone.He had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to open his heart to her completely, to show her everything he felt. But even if he did, he knew she would still worry about a future that hadn’t even happened yet.He reached for his cigarettes but realized he’d left them in the kitchen.Going back with all the drama only to return would be embarrassing.They stayed in that standoff until midnight, and he assumed she must have fallen asleep by now.He whispered softly, “Cruel little thing.”When he opened the door, he was surprised to find her sitting there, waiting silently, her presence gentle yet determined.Emerald huddled in her bathrobe, her legs tucked ben
When someone feels pain, they often seek comfort. Emerald suddenly felt a strong desire to stay close to him. She hesitated slightly. "Um..."He looked down at her, patience in his gaze. "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"Emerald bit her lip and softly said, "I just… miss you. Can you hold me?"As soon as the words left her mouth, he wrapped his strong arms around her, closing his eyes and breathing in the soft rose scent of her hair. He felt an overwhelming desire to hold her forever, to keep her so close that she'd become part of him.He held her gently, as if she were a fragile doll that might break with even the slightest pressure, wanting to give her the sense of security he himself felt.Emerald closed her eyes, savoring the peaceful moment. After a few minutes, Alaric lightly touched her head. "Good girl. Rest. The porridge is ready.""Okay," she replied.A little dizzy, Emerald texted the principal asking for leave, then lay down on the pillow and fell asleep. Just before
Now, Alaric believed with all his heart that his woman would prevail. She was like a lotus blooming from the mud, pure and untarnished, with no one braver or more pure than her.Today, Emerald, dizzy but composed, wore flats with the same confidence as heels. Her face, bare of makeup, was flawless even under the scrutiny of cameras. Her beauty struck the onlookers, but it was her eyes that held them—clear and cold, dispelling any notion of her being a seductress.As Emerald walked closer, her expression cold, the parents naturally stepped aside, clearing a path for her.Standing before Mrs. Santos and the child, Emerald spoke with a calm yet cutting tone."Mrs. Santos, although you're Aiden's stepmother, it's clear you care deeply for him. You're a good mother, a role model for parents. But shouldn’t a parent lead by example, avoiding hypocrisy and lies?"Mrs. Santos's eyes widened, seemingly shocked by Emerald’s calm words despite the accusations. She knew Emerald was a good teacher,
This little troublemaker is way too tempting, even while she's asleep. Despite his thoughts running wild, he kept a calm exterior."Hang in there; we’ll be home soon."Emerald, her eyes closed, might have murmured a soft "hmm" from her throat—gentle and kitten-like. Liam focused hard on driving, nearly slamming the brakes when he heard Alaric’s unexpectedly tender voice.Is this really Mr. Corrigan? Could I be possessed by some evil spirits?Liam glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Alaric leaning over with his eyes lowered. Though he couldn’t make out the full expression, Alaric’s usually tight jawline looked softer, and there was even a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.Oh my god, Mr. Corrigan is smiling so gently… so dotingly. He looks like a proud father seeing his daughter for the first time, his gaze full of warmth and kindness. As Liam thought that, Alaric suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Liam quickly looked away, startle
Alaric, looking almost like a scolded child, had a mix of confusion and guilt on his face. His low, hoarse voice trembled slightly, "Emerald, I…"He hadn’t expected her to see him like this. The last thing he wanted was for Emerald to witness such a bloody scene. She was as clean and radiant as the moon, and he—covered in blood—stood in stark contrast to her purity.“Don’t come any closer,” he said instinctively, holding out a hand to stop her.He knew she was sensitive to blood and didn’t want to frighten her. Looking up at the housekeeper, his voice turned cold and steady, “Uncle, please take Teacher Greene upstairs to rest.”The housekeeper saw an opportunity and decided it was time to help them get closer. He thought to himself: It would be a shame if all this blood went to waste by sending Emerald away.While holding back a laugh, the housekeeper casually poked his ear with his pinky and looked up at the sky, ignoring Alaric's sharp glare. “Oh, by the way, young master has been w
After cleaning the wound, Emerald wet a towel to wipe away the remaining blood.She moved the warm towel gently over his skin, her expression focused, her lowered lashes hiding the seriousness in her eyes. When she dabbed at Alaric’s face, her touch was soft, a contrast to his usual rough handling.Alaric had taken care of Emerald many times before, but this was the first time she was the one looking after him.Alaric was leaning back with his legs spread apart, while Emerald stood between them, slightly bent over. Small beads of sweat formed on her nose due to the tension.When their eyes met, Alaric’s gaze grew more intense. “Teacher Greene really learns fast,” he murmured. “I show you once, and you do it this well.”Emerald was caught off guard by his teasing look and suddenly felt the urge to step back.Even though this was Alaric’s house, his private space, she felt like she didn’t belong.“I… I’ll go change the water.”She was about to turn to change the water, holding the towel
Alaric seemed to read her thoughts and gently placed his warm hand over her eyes, resting his palm against her face. She could feel the soft flutter of her eyelashes against his skin, like the delicate wings of a bird.With his other hand, he lifted her wrist and pressed it against his lips. Emerald felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips—strong, unwavering, a warmth that seemed to seep into her skin.His voice, low and soothing, whispered in her ear, “Emerald, sometimes you can’t see the truth with your eyes alone. Listen to your heart.”Her vision was obscured, so she focused solely on Alaric's voice and the heat of his presence.He whispered again, “Trust your body to feel it. Baby, I’m right here.”In the quiet living room, a tall man sat on a leather sofa, wearing silk pajamas. The satin fabric shimmered softly in the light, calming his strong, masculine aura, giving him a noble appearance.A girl sat on his lap, her fair skin highlighted by her delicate chin and
“How big is it?” Iris typed.“Baby, want to see it?”“Not only do I want to see it—I’ll create a group so everyone can enjoy it. Make sure it’s HD and uncensored! I can’t wait!”Emerald nearly fainted from the shock.After sending the message, there was still no response from the other side.Emerald’s eyes widened in admiration as she looked at Iris. “Sis, you’re amazing.”Iris grinned. “To deal with perverts, you’ve got to out-pervert them by a hundred times. Make them feel as uncomfortable as they make you.”Emerald couldn’t help but shiver. “You’re so natural at this. It’s kind of scary.”The silence from the other side was deafening, as if they had completely vanished. But despite that, Emerald still felt unsettled. She knew she wouldn’t rest until she found out who was really behind the harassment.If it wasn’t Mr. Santos, maybe it was… Lance?She hadn’t seen him recently. When she subtly asked about it, Alaric mentioned that Lance was on a business trip.During lunch break, Emer
He slammed the brakes at an observation deck. The motorcycle skidded to a halt, the tires grinding against the pavement.Behind them, Yngrid was nothing more than a crumpled heap on the ground, her body still, her face pale. She had fainted somewhere along the way, her once-arrogant presence reduced to a pitiful sight.Emerald barely spared her a glance.Instead, she tilted her head and smirked at Alaric. “What? This is so exciting—”Before she could finish, he grabbed her by the waist and crashed his lips onto hers.It was a raw, desperate kiss—hungry, claiming. The salty sea breeze wrapped around them as he pushed her back against the motorcycle, pressing into her.Her body arched slightly at the force of it, but she wasn’t the type to simply surrender.She bit down on his tongue—hard.Alaric pulled back with a sharp inhale, tasting the faint tang of blood.Emerald licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you a dog? You’re just chewing on me like a bone.”He grinned,
Emerald gripped her hair and yanked her head up like he was holding a football.Seeing Alaric approaching, Yngrid's eyes filled with tears, her expression pitiful. "Alaric! She’s trying to drown me—please, help me!"Emerald didn’t react with jealousy to her pathetic plea. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at Alaric. "What’s this? Feeling sorry for her?"Alaric stopped beside them, his voice calm. "Teacher Greene, have you cooled off yet?""No," Emerald said flatly. "I nearly drowned in this sea yesterday. Do you think it’s that easy?"Yngrid had expected Alaric to step in and stop the madness, so when he didn’t, her voice grew even more aggrieved. "Alaric, after all these years of friendship—"Before she could finish, Alaric shoved her back into the water.Then, turning to Emerald with a soft gaze, he asked, "What do you need to calm down? Tell me, and I’ll help you."His eyes, warm and steady like sunlight, fixed on Emerald. The contrast was striking—Emerald’s second personal
The two men gritted their teeth, forcing themselves to their feet. Limping forward like zombies closing in on their prey, they rushed toward Emerald.But before they could even get close—bam!—one swift kick sent them flying backward.How could someone with such a slender frame possess that kind of raw power?Without missing a beat, Emerald grabbed Yngrid by the scruff of her neck and shoved her toward the motorcycle. She smirked."Get on. Don’t make me do it myself."Just then, a small, trembling voice cut through the tension."Mommy!"A child’s nervous cry.Aiden had just climbed out of the nanny’s car and was running straight toward them.Emerald froze for a moment. Then, realization dawned.Her lips curled in disgust. "Aiden… Alaric… you people are absolutely repulsive."Aiden, the kid who had haunted her dreams for so long, was now standing right in front of her. And the woman in black—the one next to him—was someone he never expected to see again.Emerald.The person he hadn’t se
"I know I can’t beat you," she said, "but don’t you love her so much? If I start cutting her body with this knife, do you think that will hurt her? Hmm?"Alaric froze, his mind racing. He had never witnessed Emerald's second personality before, and this version of her was unrecognizable.The face was the same, but the way she carried herself, the way she spoke—it was all so different.His instinct was to stop her, and he reached out quickly. "I won’t hurt you, just stop."Emerald’s lips curled into a smirk. "Good choice," she said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness.She took a step closer and gently hooked his chin with her finger. "If you were a little whiter, younger, smaller, you might fit my taste a bit more."Her words were playful, but there was something dark beneath them. She was like a fox, sly and irresistible.In the past, even in intimate moments, there had been an innocence to Emerald, a purity that Alaric had cherished. But now? Now all that was left was pure
When he found her, she was holding a fox cub in her hands, and not far off, a bleeding eagle lay on the ground.To his shock, she had knocked the eagle down with a stone, revealing a side to her that no one had expected—this delicate little girl, barely six years old, had somehow summoned the strength to do that.When she looked at him, an evil grin spread across her face. "Hey, little brat, you're here."Griffin was taken aback by the nickname. "You..."Emerald tossed the little fox into his arms and shrugged nonchalantly. "Just call me little fox."Griffin felt a strange unease as he watched Emerald, but the next day, she was back to her usual self, so he didn't dwell on it.Now, the woman moving around the room bore a striking resemblance to the child she once was."You..." Griffin hesitated, unsure of what to say.Emerald took the initiative, gulping down some water with a look of mild disgust. "Is this really all you have? Are you sure this can quench thirst?""Then what do you w
His grip on reality slowly returned.Maximo rushed to the accident site. Inside the car, there was an eerie silence. Alaric sat motionless, uncharacteristically quiet.The streetlights flickered past, casting brief flashes of light onto his hands and chest.His face remained in the shadows, his eyes cold and piercing—like death itself had arrived.Then, the silence shattered.The phone rang.Greg answered immediately. "Hello, Officer. Do you have any updates on the salvage operation?"He was driving with the speakerphone on, and his voice came clearly through the car: "The car salvage operation is tough, so it won’t be quick, but our divers found a body in the car."Boom!Alaric's face turned pale, and the veins on the back of his hands tightened. Before he could react, Officer continued, "It's an adult male, around 32-35 years old, about 187 cm tall. The cause of death wasn't drowning, but a chest injury."When he heard it was a male body, Alaric's expression softened."Did she find
Alaric suddenly realized something—if the person had really been taken by Ethan, there was no way Ethan would be sitting here drinking."If it wasn’t you, then who was it?" Alaric let go of Ethan.No matter the motive or evidence, no one should have even known that Emerald was staying here."What happened to Emerald?" Ethan took a sip of wine, sobering up instantly.Alaric had a gut feeling—whether Ethan had done it or not, he was definitely involved in some way.He briefly explained the situation, then asked coldly, "Did you tell anyone where Teacher Greene was?""I didn’t. I was—"Ethan's voice suddenly faltered. "There is one person who might know.""Who?""Ariza.""I was drunk last night. She called me… I think I might have said something, but I don’t remember exactly what."Alaric immediately went looking for Ariza, only to find out that she had left the apartment early in the morning—with her suitcase.The place was completely empty.Alaric had always assumed that Ethan was the
Griffin was a doctor, but at this moment, fear gripped him. Emerald’s condition was critical.He didn’t dare waste a second. Desperation took over as he frantically performed CPR, pressing down on her chest, breathing life back into her.Emerald—the woman who had consumed his thoughts day and night. Now that she was right in front of him, all his usual restraint, all the boundaries he had drawn, meant nothing.Only one thought filled his mind:Live. You have to live.After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly choked, spitting up mouthfuls of water, her body wracked with violent coughs.The man kneeling beside her wasn’t Alaric. It was Griffin.For a brief moment, surprise flickered in her eyes, but exhaustion consumed her. She barely had the strength to speak. Just before losing consciousness, she whispered, “Griffin… please… contact Aric for me…”Then, everything went dark.Griffin gazed at her pale, fragile face, a wave of memories washing over him.He remembered an afternoon, y
"I have no grudge against you—why the hell did you kidnap me?"Before Emerald could even make sense of the situation, a convoy of off-road vehicles roared to life, speeding after her. The pale-faced woman in the Maybach was seething, her voice sharp with fury."Catch her! I want to kill this bitch with my own hands!"There was no mistaking the hatred in her tone. But Emerald didn't even know this woman. She was certain they had never met. So why was she out for blood? And with all these men surrounding her—armed bodyguards at that—it was clear they weren’t here for a friendly chat.Emerald had never been a saint, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. With no hesitation, she did the only thing that made sense—she floored the gas pedal and charged straight at the crowd.No cameras. No witnesses. No regrets.The woman let out a blood-curdling scream."Ahhh!!!"At the last second, a bodyguard yanked her out of harm’s way. Emerald missed her by mere inches, but there was no time