Alaric was sharp—too sharp for something like this to be a coincidence. It was entirely possible he had orchestrated the whole thing.“Even if he had his own agenda with you,” Alaric said calmly, “why shouldn’t I turn the tables on him?”So Lance had made the first move today. No wonder Emerald had found it strange that a family as prestigious as the Stevens would set her up on a blind date.Alaric must have caught wind of it in advance, which was why he had hijacked Lance’s setup and turned it into his own game.She sighed, shaking her head. “Aric, I can’t even imagine what you’d do to me if you ever became my enemy.”Alaric’s expression turned serious. “Are you scared?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Teacher Greene, I won’t let anyone take advantage of you. As long as I can keep you by my side, I don’t care what it takes.”On the screen, a gruesome scene unfolded—a wife who had been murdered years ago had returned, now lying under the bed, her bloodshot eyes
Emerald was restless, even in his sleep. His brows remained furrowed.Alaric watched her sleeping face with a gentle gaze, then pressed a soft kiss between her brows. "Little Moon, you'll get everything you desire."The Next DayNews of the Valentine's grand music dinner had been circulating for a while. Everyone knew that the internationally renowned chef, Rice, wouldn't just be performing at the event—he was also set to take Samantha as his final apprentice.Because of this, the dinner was an extravagant affair. As the pride of the Valentine, Samantha had sent an invitation to Emerald early on, eager to have her attend.She wanted to use this opportunity to flaunt her success.Samantha had always been the one to win. Taking what belonged to Emerald came easily to her, trapping her in an invisible cage with no escape.She had done it since they were children. But what she never expected was that today, Emerald would finally strike back.Emerald touched her ear. After days of adjustme
Even Ethan, whom she had fought so hard to win, seemed completely disinterested now. His eyes weren’t on her—they were stuck on Emerald.Mrs. Florida naturally noticed the shift in the atmosphere.She had never liked Emerald. In her eyes, after leaving Ethan, Emerald would never find a man of better status—she was supposed to fade into insignificance.Yet now, standing before her was a woman whose circle was far beyond the Florida's reach. It was an embarrassing reality Mrs. Florida was unwilling to accept.Her lips curled into a sneer. “Look at that vixen, always scheming to climb higher, just like her shameless mother. How can she ever compare to our daughter? Samantha is generous, refined, and outstanding.”Mrs. Valentine quickly chimed in, eager to agree. “Of course! But it doesn’t matter. He will be here soon, and Samantha and Rice will naturally be together. That little vixen will never reach that level in her lifetime.”And as if summoned by their words, Rice arrived.The room
Even Iris was moved. She grabbed the back of Gio’s hand excitedly. “This is so emotional! Wow, no wonder Ember plays the violin so beautifully—it turns out she’s the apprentice of a world-renowned master!”Gio glanced at his hand, which was already turning blue from her grip. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he muttered, “I get it, I get it… but can you let go first?”Meanwhile, the embrace between Rice and Emerald was nothing short of legendary—what people would call the reconciliation of the century.But for the Valentine, it was an absolute disaster.Samantha had meticulously planned everything for today. She secured the venue in advance, bought trending searches, and invested heavily in PR to ensure maximum publicity.The moment the event wrapped up, her team was supposed to flood the internet with glowing headlines about her performance.Instead, the entire scene had backfired spectacularly. What was meant to be a dazzling moment of glory had turned her into the laughingstock
Pantaleon finally snapped out of his shock. He had no desire to witness a scene like this. To him, an illegitimate daughter was someone who should remain in the shadows her entire life.Between Emerald and Samantha, there was no question—he would always side with Samantha.With a stern expression, he turned to Emerald and said coldly, "Haven't you caused enough trouble? Why are we making this a family competition? Just leave already!"Emerald looked at the man who was supposed to be her father. His coldness toward her was nothing new. Maybe it was because she had grown up without a mother’s love, but she had always craved warmth—even more than she feared rejection.But that slap… it ended everything. She no longer had any expectations of him.Her voice was icy as she said, "Mr. Valentine, you've made it clear how you feel. You have no right to tell me what to do.""You don’t even have a piano. What’s the point of embarrassing yourself here?"A voice suddenly cut through the tension."
Had it not been for the presence of so many high-society elites, Iris would have whistled on the spot.So. Damn. Cool.She had always felt that Emerald was different from the rest of them.She wasn’t just talented—she was born for the spotlight.If this were a novel, Emerald would be the heroine.Even if her beginnings were humble, she was destined to rise.And people like Iris?They were just NPCs, background characters meant to highlight the brilliance of the protagonist.But strangely, that thought didn’t bring bitterness.Instead, she felt something warm, something oddly paternal—pride.Like an old father watching his daughter finally take flight.She had struggled, she had fought, and now, she stood in the center of the stage.And Iris couldn’t be prouder.Mrs. Florida heard the thunderous applause echoing through the hall.Her grip on her handbag tightened as she turned to Samantha, her voice sharp with urgency."Sam, it's your turn. You have to work harder—don’t lose to that li
As soon as she stepped out, the black Audi’s low beams flickered on, casting a soft glow to light her way. Emerald took a few steps before suddenly stopping beneath a streetlamp. With practiced ease, she slipped off her high heels.Ethan knew this habit of hers all too well. She would wear heels everywhere—no exceptions, except at home. He used to tease her about it, saying that even in death, she’d probably insist on being buried with her favorite pair.The car door opened. A tall figure emerged, leaning casually against the hood. Emerald gathered the hem of her dress in one hand, clutching her heels in the other, and ran toward Alaric like an excited little bird.She was smiling—soft, radiant, carefree. Ethan had never seen her like this before. Whenever they met, he was always the one waiting, always the one filled with anticipation.But Emerald?She was always composed, always rational. She had never once run to him like this. Yet now, she was sprinting toward another man, complet
Emerald woke up with a sore back, immediately regretting how far she had pushed herself last night. The man was nowhere to be seen, but the once-messy room had been cleaned up—clearly his doing. She glanced at the time. It was already past midnight.Dialing Alaric’s number, she spoke, her voice hoarse."When did you leave?""Around nine-thirty. Just waking up?" His voice was gentle, the kind that always put her at ease.She smiled. "Yeah… and I’m already missing you."Alaric was just finishing his meal when he heard her soft confession. A small smile played on his lips."How much do you miss me?""Enough to want to merge with you."He chuckled. This girl was unpredictable sometimes. But her honesty? It was endearing."Then maybe you should start thinking about marrying me—becoming Mrs. Corrigan in name and honor."Normally, Emerald would’ve brushed him off without hesitation.But tonight, she paused for a few seconds before saying, "Let me think about it."Alaric froze, expecting her
Emerald woke up with a sore back, immediately regretting how far she had pushed herself last night. The man was nowhere to be seen, but the once-messy room had been cleaned up—clearly his doing. She glanced at the time. It was already past midnight.Dialing Alaric’s number, she spoke, her voice hoarse."When did you leave?""Around nine-thirty. Just waking up?" His voice was gentle, the kind that always put her at ease.She smiled. "Yeah… and I’m already missing you."Alaric was just finishing his meal when he heard her soft confession. A small smile played on his lips."How much do you miss me?""Enough to want to merge with you."He chuckled. This girl was unpredictable sometimes. But her honesty? It was endearing."Then maybe you should start thinking about marrying me—becoming Mrs. Corrigan in name and honor."Normally, Emerald would’ve brushed him off without hesitation.But tonight, she paused for a few seconds before saying, "Let me think about it."Alaric froze, expecting her
As soon as she stepped out, the black Audi’s low beams flickered on, casting a soft glow to light her way. Emerald took a few steps before suddenly stopping beneath a streetlamp. With practiced ease, she slipped off her high heels.Ethan knew this habit of hers all too well. She would wear heels everywhere—no exceptions, except at home. He used to tease her about it, saying that even in death, she’d probably insist on being buried with her favorite pair.The car door opened. A tall figure emerged, leaning casually against the hood. Emerald gathered the hem of her dress in one hand, clutching her heels in the other, and ran toward Alaric like an excited little bird.She was smiling—soft, radiant, carefree. Ethan had never seen her like this before. Whenever they met, he was always the one waiting, always the one filled with anticipation.But Emerald?She was always composed, always rational. She had never once run to him like this. Yet now, she was sprinting toward another man, complet
Had it not been for the presence of so many high-society elites, Iris would have whistled on the spot.So. Damn. Cool.She had always felt that Emerald was different from the rest of them.She wasn’t just talented—she was born for the spotlight.If this were a novel, Emerald would be the heroine.Even if her beginnings were humble, she was destined to rise.And people like Iris?They were just NPCs, background characters meant to highlight the brilliance of the protagonist.But strangely, that thought didn’t bring bitterness.Instead, she felt something warm, something oddly paternal—pride.Like an old father watching his daughter finally take flight.She had struggled, she had fought, and now, she stood in the center of the stage.And Iris couldn’t be prouder.Mrs. Florida heard the thunderous applause echoing through the hall.Her grip on her handbag tightened as she turned to Samantha, her voice sharp with urgency."Sam, it's your turn. You have to work harder—don’t lose to that li
Pantaleon finally snapped out of his shock. He had no desire to witness a scene like this. To him, an illegitimate daughter was someone who should remain in the shadows her entire life.Between Emerald and Samantha, there was no question—he would always side with Samantha.With a stern expression, he turned to Emerald and said coldly, "Haven't you caused enough trouble? Why are we making this a family competition? Just leave already!"Emerald looked at the man who was supposed to be her father. His coldness toward her was nothing new. Maybe it was because she had grown up without a mother’s love, but she had always craved warmth—even more than she feared rejection.But that slap… it ended everything. She no longer had any expectations of him.Her voice was icy as she said, "Mr. Valentine, you've made it clear how you feel. You have no right to tell me what to do.""You don’t even have a piano. What’s the point of embarrassing yourself here?"A voice suddenly cut through the tension."
Even Iris was moved. She grabbed the back of Gio’s hand excitedly. “This is so emotional! Wow, no wonder Ember plays the violin so beautifully—it turns out she’s the apprentice of a world-renowned master!”Gio glanced at his hand, which was already turning blue from her grip. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he muttered, “I get it, I get it… but can you let go first?”Meanwhile, the embrace between Rice and Emerald was nothing short of legendary—what people would call the reconciliation of the century.But for the Valentine, it was an absolute disaster.Samantha had meticulously planned everything for today. She secured the venue in advance, bought trending searches, and invested heavily in PR to ensure maximum publicity.The moment the event wrapped up, her team was supposed to flood the internet with glowing headlines about her performance.Instead, the entire scene had backfired spectacularly. What was meant to be a dazzling moment of glory had turned her into the laughingstock
Even Ethan, whom she had fought so hard to win, seemed completely disinterested now. His eyes weren’t on her—they were stuck on Emerald.Mrs. Florida naturally noticed the shift in the atmosphere.She had never liked Emerald. In her eyes, after leaving Ethan, Emerald would never find a man of better status—she was supposed to fade into insignificance.Yet now, standing before her was a woman whose circle was far beyond the Florida's reach. It was an embarrassing reality Mrs. Florida was unwilling to accept.Her lips curled into a sneer. “Look at that vixen, always scheming to climb higher, just like her shameless mother. How can she ever compare to our daughter? Samantha is generous, refined, and outstanding.”Mrs. Valentine quickly chimed in, eager to agree. “Of course! But it doesn’t matter. He will be here soon, and Samantha and Rice will naturally be together. That little vixen will never reach that level in her lifetime.”And as if summoned by their words, Rice arrived.The room
Emerald was restless, even in his sleep. His brows remained furrowed.Alaric watched her sleeping face with a gentle gaze, then pressed a soft kiss between her brows. "Little Moon, you'll get everything you desire."The Next DayNews of the Valentine's grand music dinner had been circulating for a while. Everyone knew that the internationally renowned chef, Rice, wouldn't just be performing at the event—he was also set to take Samantha as his final apprentice.Because of this, the dinner was an extravagant affair. As the pride of the Valentine, Samantha had sent an invitation to Emerald early on, eager to have her attend.She wanted to use this opportunity to flaunt her success.Samantha had always been the one to win. Taking what belonged to Emerald came easily to her, trapping her in an invisible cage with no escape.She had done it since they were children. But what she never expected was that today, Emerald would finally strike back.Emerald touched her ear. After days of adjustme
Alaric was sharp—too sharp for something like this to be a coincidence. It was entirely possible he had orchestrated the whole thing.“Even if he had his own agenda with you,” Alaric said calmly, “why shouldn’t I turn the tables on him?”So Lance had made the first move today. No wonder Emerald had found it strange that a family as prestigious as the Stevens would set her up on a blind date.Alaric must have caught wind of it in advance, which was why he had hijacked Lance’s setup and turned it into his own game.She sighed, shaking her head. “Aric, I can’t even imagine what you’d do to me if you ever became my enemy.”Alaric’s expression turned serious. “Are you scared?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Teacher Greene, I won’t let anyone take advantage of you. As long as I can keep you by my side, I don’t care what it takes.”On the screen, a gruesome scene unfolded—a wife who had been murdered years ago had returned, now lying under the bed, her bloodshot eyes
Emerald wanted to cry but had no tears. The woman clung to her like an overenthusiastic pendant—poking her cheeks, touching her arms, and even wrapping her arms around Emerald’s small waist.If she hadn’t firmly gripped her own body for dear life, this woman would have reached her thighs by now!Alaric’s so-called blind date was terrifying. She just wanted to go home.“Enough.” Alaric finally scolded in a low voice.Emerald looked at him with deep gratitude. Yes! Finally, some control!Take care of your own blind date, or she’s going to devour me whole!She gave him a pleading look, silently screaming for help.But instead of rescuing her, Alaric turned serious and said, “You’re not allowed to touch my wife. Hands off.”Wife?!Nina clicked her tongue, withdrawing her hand but not without squeezing Emerald’s waist one last time.“So stingy,” she huffed before smirking. “Tsk, tsk. What a soft waist.”Emerald was this close to crying.What kind of blind date is this?!Wait—no. Why were t