Emerald was always the picture of a calm and modest traditional woman. But everything changed the moment she met Alaric. Her restraint vanished when he defended her in front of everyone.Since childhood, her father had doubted her suitability for marriage, while her mother insisted that her only path was to marry a wealthy man. Ethan had a simple belief: beautiful women should rely on men.None of them paid attention to her true feelings. Whether she was hurt or struggling, they didn’t care. All that mattered was how long she could maintain her beauty.She had walked alone down a dark, muddy road for years, holding a broken umbrella.For the first time, when she was pushed into the mud, someone stood up for her and dismissed all criticisms on her behalf.Emerald felt a spark of joy and hope bloom within her. This complex emotion was like a seed planted in the softest part of her heart, slowly growing like fresh sprouts in a gentle drizzle.At the end of the dim hallway, Emerald presse
Emerald replied calmly, “I sold the house. With property prices so high, I made enough to cover what I owed.”“Are you insane? That apartment had huge appreciation potential! Where will you live now?”Emerald’s smile remained gentle as she tucked the check into his pocket.“That’s not your concern anymore, Mr. Florida. From now on, whether you marry a man or a woman, I wish you and my sister a long and blissful life together. Goodbye.”Panic flared in Ethan’s eyes. He suddenly realized that the harder he tried to possess Emerald, the further she slipped away—and he might lose her completely.“Ember, listen to me, I—”He reached for her wrist, but the woman who had been smiling a moment ago moved swiftly and decisively. In one smooth motion, she grabbed his arm and flipped him over her shoulder.With a loud “thud,” Ethan landed flat on his back, helpless.Emerald pressed her stiletto heel onto his chest, her smile still bright, but her eyes—sharp and cold, like a fox’s gaze.“Mr. Flori
She disrupted his calm. Alaric’s breathing grew rapid, and Emerald’s hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, her slender fingers slipping inside. When her palm touched his lower abdomen, she felt the hard, uneven ridges of his muscles, each part of him responding to her touch.They both gasped softly. It had been a long time since they were this close. Maybe it was true what they say—sometimes, a little distance does wonders, even better than a newlywed’s embrace. This feeling was achingly sweet.Emerald tugged at his coat, unbuttoning it one by one to properly feel his body.In the darkness, she heard Alaric’s soft groan. Her fingers traced his Adam’s apple, then settled on his belt buckle. Her voice came out with a teasing, seductive lilt.“Mr. Corrigan, want me to take this off for you? Hmm?”The delicate mountain flower, always regal and unmatched in beauty, had been stopped by a woman at his door. In an instant, Emerald was testing his sensitivity in the shadows, her touch ch
Meanwhile, Emerald busied herself picking cucumbers, tomatoes, mushrooms, and lettuce. When she turned around, Alaric was already pushing a cart toward her, half-filled with beef, mutton, fish, and shrimp.“All good? Anything else we need?” Alaric asked as he added her veggies to the cart.“I also need to pick up some seasonings.”“This way. Follow me.”Alaric seemed surprisingly familiar with the supermarket layout, his long strides easily leading the way. Emerald, meticulous and conservative as always, carefully searched through the brands until she found her favorite.But the bottle she wanted was on the top shelf. Standing in her flat shoes, she had to stretch on her toes to try and reach it.A deep, steady voice came from above her. “I’ve got it.”Emerald turned and bumped into Alaric’s solid chest. He had taken off his jacket and was just in his white shirt, her lips brushing lightly against his chest.Alaric didn’t seem to register the tension between them. He reached up, grabb
Back then, when they were being sweet, he'd call her "baby." But most of the time, it was "Teacher Greene." Now, though, he had a new name for her.The tall man stood by the daily necessities aisle, picking out toothbrushes. She watched as Alaric grabbed a pair and tossed them into the cart. He then explained with a playful grin."In private, you always make me feel like a bad boy getting scolded by his teacher."Emerald frowned. This sudden change in how he addressed her—it felt like something was shifting between them."Just use my name," Emerald replied, her resistance to his unexpected intimacy clear."Alright," Alaric agreed, smiling slightly."Did you get everything? I’ll go to the checkout.""Not yet; there’s one more thing."Emerald reached for the cart. "Fine, I’ll wait for you at the counter."But Alaric caught her hand, smiling. "No, you need to pick this one yourself."Emerald looked at him suspiciously. What else could he need? She already had plenty of essentials at home
Emerald, overhearing, nearly tripped, but Alaric caught her, holding her steady in his arms."Careful," he murmured softly.Once outside the supermarket, Emerald bolted, only stopping when the cool air hit her. Gradually, the heat in her cheeks faded as she took a deep breath.When she’d calmed down, she looked back to see Alaric strolling leisurely under the streetlight, carrying the three large bags. His deep black eyes watched her tenderly, following her every move as she drew closer.He didn’t say a word, just stood there, quietly observing her, like he could swallow her up with his gaze."Let me carry a bag," Emerald said loudly, breaking the tension. "They’re too heavy."Alaric casually moved his hand to block her attempt. "They’re not heavy," he said calmly. "You can manage one."“Nonsense,” Emerald protested. “I need both hands just to lift one bag most times. And you—”Before she could finish, Alaric shifted all the bags into one hand and, without warning, wrapped his other a
She grabbed the apron hanging on the wall, and Alaric didn’t argue; he simply wiped his hands on a towel. Emerald tied the apron around herself with ease, moving naturally, like a couple married for years."I’ll wash some fruit, then," he said, taking some from the fridge.Unlike other men who needed prompting, Alaric acted on his own and always had something to do. He moved quickly and efficiently, while Emerald, in contrast, wasn’t as skilled in the kitchen. Despite her culinary training, she focused on Western cuisine, sashimi, and sophisticated dishes.When it came to food, she usually improvised. Living alone, she rarely cooked, often opting for just a salad.She stared at the live fish in the sink, feeling a hint of anxiety. Handling live creatures wasn’t her forte; she usually had her fish cleaned before buying. But Alaric seemed to prefer keeping the fish fresh.The fish lay in the water, eyes wide open, its tail flicking slightly. Though nervous, Emerald maintained her compos
When she returned, Alaric’s table was already set. Steamed fish, boiled shrimp, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and a light soup filled the cozy dining area with the aroma of homemade comfort.The tall figure beside the table carefully placed chopsticks and plates. Emerald noticed that his once-clean white shirt now had oil stains, but he didn’t seem to mind. Like a true gentleman, he pulled out a chair for her.Emerald remained silent, feeling a slight discomfort. She didn’t ask for much in life, just one simple wish.Three meals a day, with family, sharing warm food together.She remembered, as a child, handing her exam papers to her mother, hoping she would pat her head and offer praise. She imagined her father lifting her onto his shoulders for a stroll. But she rarely saw her father, and the idea of the three of them sharing a meal felt like an impossible dream.On the rare occasions he did come home, her mother would wake up early, prepare an elaborate meal, only for them to end u
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