If Tiffany and Quincy had engaged in a romantic encounter, Mrs. Perez was confident she could pressure him into marriage. After all, Quincy had just lost a child. If Tiffany were to get pregnant now, how could he remain indifferent? And even if she didn’t conceive, they could always pay off a doctor to forge a pregnancy test. By the time Quincy discovered the truth, the marriage would already be sealed. Would he really divorce her over it?“No,” Tiffany replied, biting her lip and shaking her head. Despite the effects of the drug, she had tried everything and still couldn’t seduce him. Quincy’s heart was clearly set on Lydia. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have resisted so steadfastly, refusing even to touch her.Mrs. Perez’s expression darkened. “I used a heavy dose. There’s no way it didn’t have any effect. What on earth happened between you two?”Tiffany flushed and briefly recounted what transpired. Mrs. Perez sucked in a sharp breath.Lydia had clearly bewitched him to the point
“I know you’re a good person, but Eugene, why waste so much time on me?” Lydia continued shaking her head. “There’s no future for us together.”She had no feelings for him beyond friendship. That was all they could ever be.“You still can’t get over Quincy.”“It’s not like that. It’s completely over between us.”“If it’s really over, then why not give me a chance? Lydia, you’re still young. Do you really plan to spend your life alone because of one worthless man?” Eugene pressed, refusing to back down.Growing up, he had always gotten what he wanted, and he was determined to have Lydia, too.Lydia didn’t know how to explain it to him. Maybe it was better to let him think what he wanted.She said nothing, effectively allowing him to believe he was right.“Lydia, you’re really not thinking clearly. If you had a child together and didn’t want to remarry for the child’s sake, I’d understand. But now, there’s nothing left between you two.” Eugene’s gaze dropped to her stomach.He w
"I’m definitely on your side. We can’t let Quincy stay blind to the truth, but you also need to think about your health. If you push yourself too hard and get sick, won’t that tear our family apart?" Mr. Perez continued to reassure her.He couldn’t bear it if his wife fell ill, especially if it was their son who had driven her to that point.Mrs. Perez was about to respond when an idea struck her. She quickly pulled him down to sit beside her. "I just thought of something. Quincy doesn’t want to see us now, but if I were in the hospital, say in the ICU, would he really ignore me?"“You can’t joke around with your health like that,” Mr. Perez replied immediately, rejecting the idea. The ICU was for serious cases, and he couldn’t let his wife fake such a thing.She slapped her thigh in frustration. “You’re so rigid. Does someone have to actually be sick to get into the ICU? As long as we have money, we can arrange anything we need.”All she wanted was to use the ICU as a ruse to bri
“Now that you’ve said that, I’m relieved,” Mrs. Perez replied, her smile deepening. She might not understand why Lydia was so set on disrupting her son’s life, but Lydia was, after all, the Fay family’s precious daughter, pampered from a young age. With opposition from the in-laws, Mabel and Tiffany waiting in the wings, Mrs. Perez was curious to see how stubborn Lydia could be. How long would she keep trying to be part of the Perez family?---Meanwhile, Lydia was feeling crushed but unwilling to return home. After all, she had gone against her parents’ wishes to marry Quincy, and she still remembered every word she had said in their defense. Going back now would feel like admitting she had been wrong.What she didn’t expect was her parents driving all the way to the hotel to find her. When she heard the knock, Lydia thought it was just her takeout. But when she opened the door, there stood her parents and Eugene behind them.“What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
Lydia didn’t hesitate before refusing. “Mom, I just separated from Quincy and came here to clear my head for a few days. How can you expect me to jump into another marriage already? I’m not ready.”Even if she were considering moving on, it would take time, and right now, she had no intention of starting something new. She didn’t have feelings for Eugene and didn’t want to remarry.“Lydia, I understand where you’re coming from, but you’re staying alone in a hotel, eating takeout. How can we be at ease knowing that?” Mrs. Fay tried to reason with her daughter. She would rather see Lydia supported by Eugene than dealing with her heartbreak alone. At least then, Lydia would have someone to lean on.Mr. Fay added, “Eugene truly cares about you. You just can’t see who genuinely has your best interests at heart. If you push him away now, what will you do if you lose that chance?”The Fays certainly had the means to support Lydia for the rest of her life, and they wouldn’t mind doing so
Lydia knew this was exactly the kind of thing her parents would do. She didn’t ask Eugene to leave, but she also didn’t engage with him. Instead, she walked to the window and stared out at the busy streets below, ignoring his constant chatter behind her.It wasn’t until he brought up her parents again that she finally listened. “Lydia, even though you’re married, you’re still their daughter. Do you really think they’d ignore what’s happening with you? They know everything about you and Quincy, including that you’re staying at this hotel, which actually has shares owned by your family.”Lydia blinked, surprised. She quickly checked her phone and, sure enough, found that her family held a one percent stake in the hotel chain. It wasn’t enough to influence management, but it would certainly allow them to access the guest list easily.So she had misjudged Eugene after all. Lydia turned around and apologized, “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions. But there’s no future for us, and I just
If it weren’t for Nash’s help behind the scenes, Quincy wouldn’t have had what it took to start a company, much less achieve his current success. In the past, Lydia had been so devoted to him that no matter how much Eugene wanted to intervene, he had no chance. But now that Quincy’s own actions had created a crack in that love, Eugene was confident he could widen that crack until it finally shattered completely.---At the embassy, Hope had cried the entire drive, but it hadn’t swayed Nina or Nash in the slightest. When the car came to a stop, Nina stepped out and turned back to take Hope from the car.“No, I don’t want to get out!” Hope clung tightly to the seatbelt, her small hands marked with red welts from the effort. Her wide eyes overflowed with tears, which slid down her cheeks and soaked into her clothes. “Please, take me home. You said I was part of the family, so why are you abandoning me so quickly?”Nina almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Even now, Hope was tr
Hope struggled with all her might, but being so small, she was held firmly by the staff. No matter how much she kicked, her feet didn’t reach the ground. She could only watch as Nina and Nash walked away with Orion, leaving her behind.Though they had finally sent Hope away, Nina and Nash still felt a lingering unease.“It’s over now. Try not to dwell on it. How about some music to help us relax?” Nash suggested, breaking the silence.Nina nodded. “Play anything.”As Nash inserted the car key, the dashboard screen flickered to life. Instead of music, an image of a masked man dressed in black appeared, his face fully covered except for his eyes, which stared at Nash with a defiant gleam.“Who are you?” Nash’s expression turned icy.It was clear this man was somehow tied to Hope.The masked man didn’t respond right away. Instead, he laughed for a moment before speaking. “Nash, I thought you had two kids. So why is there only one in the car? Is it that you didn’t want to bring the
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti