“Isn’t that good?” Rosalie said, her eyes shining. “I used to be so mature, it was exhausting. I don’t want to tire myself out like that.”It felt good being happy. Many people in this world often ended up under the influence of their negativity.No matter what happened, life would go on. While that remained a fact, many found it hard to let things go and remain positive.Theodore could sense that Rosalie wanted to completely let go of something in her heart, and the thought tugged at his heart.He realized that he was a bastard through and through.He had gone through with the divorce to free Rosalie from the shackles of their marriage. They were now divorced—she could finally be happy, and no longer needed to tolerate being in this marriage.Yet, now that she was ready to let it go, he felt slightly indignant.Not just slightly, but perhaps rather significantly.He dared not continue this line of thought. He was worried that the more he thought about it, the more he would unc
Theodore wasn’t against the idea of sleeping in the same room after the divorce.“No need. You can sleep on the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” Rosalie gently pulled her hand away from him. “I’ll go take a shower. Go ahead and sleep first.”She turned to leave the room without waiting for Theodore’s response.Theodore dropped his arm and sighed as he looked at her retreating figure.After she left, he lifted his hand and pressed it against his chest, where he felt great discomfort.-When Rosalie packed her things and left this place, she didn’t take all her belongings. She had left some of her things here, to make things convenient for her whenever she decided to stay the night.After taking a shower, she went back to Theodore’s room. There, she found fresh sheets laid out on the couch.Rosalie turned to look at him, and asked doubtfully, “Did the servants come in to do this?”“Yes,” Theodore said as he laid on the bed stomach-down, nodding as he turned to look at her.In tru
She thought to herself, ‘It’s okay, Rosalie. You’re just in love with a man. You don’t have to be with him even though you love him. Isn’t it enough that he’s happy?’It was good enough for her. Despite the many unhappy things that happened in between, at the very least, they didn’t have a complete falling-out.As much as Theodore did many nasty things before, he was eventually punished by Grandma.It was tiring loving someone, but hating another was even more so. She wanted neither to love nor hate him.Suddenly, Rosalie’s phone pinged. She reached over to pick up her phone, and switched it to silent mode.It was a text from Sebastian.‘Are you asleep yet?’Rosalie replied, ‘Not yet, I just went to bed. What’s up?’Theodore opened his eyes to see Rosalie holding her phone, looking like chatting with someone. His eyes dimmed.Who could be texting her at such an hour?Sebastian texted, ‘Yvonne wants to add you on social media. She keeps asking me for your account.’Rosalie re
Sebastian replied, ‘Love is love. It’s different from kinship. Perhaps love at its later stage might have traces of kinship, but love will be primary. If love really can evolve into so-called kinship, then this love wasn’t pure enough to begin with.’Rosalie looked at Sebastian’s cold words on the screen. A chill pierced through her heart.Theodore had always treated her as his sister, and felt only kinship for her. He never loved her, and there wasn’t any evolution in his feelings for her.Sighing helplessly, Rosalie replied, ‘Perhaps love might eventually evolve into kinship with time. No matter how pure, there is an expiry date to love. It is a feeling driven by hormones that will eventually be depleted.’Sebastian asked, ‘Do you not believe in love anymore?’Rosalie replied, ‘I don’t know. Whether I believe it or not, the world is filled with people with regrets, and many of these regrets are due to love. Perhaps not loving would reduce the troubles we bring to ourselves.’Se
Sebastian sent her a picture of a rose with the following text, ‘I think you’re that kind of adorable woman.’Rosalie’s smile faded as she stared at the text on her phone screen. The air went eerily silent. Her brows furrowed as uneasiness grew in her heart.She read through their entire conversation, and back at the final text Sebastian sent: ‘I think you’re that kind of adorable woman.’Rosalie bit her lip as fear flashed past her eyes.She anxiously typed, ‘You’re wrong, I’m not that kind of woman.’But then, she deleted it and typed, ‘You might be wrong about that.’She deleted that too, and typed, ‘I don’t think I am pure in heart. I’m quite a dull person, really.’However, she deleted that instead of sending it.What if she misunderstood him? What if she was reading too much into his words?Perhaps Sebastian was just making a passing remark and didn’t mean much. She was being too sensitive, and was making things way too complicated.Rosalie told herself not to overthink
Theodore stared at her quietly. His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to skin her alive. Rosalie felt very uncomfortable to be stared at like that. She pretended to be unbothered as she lay down on the sofa and put her phone aside. She closed her eyes, but still felt a pair of eyes boring into her. She opened her eyes, and found that Theodore was indeed staring at her. Feeling uneasy, she turned her back against him, but she could still feel his gaze searing into her back. A chill ran down her spine. She closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly sat up. Then, she whipped her head around and glared at Theodore. "Why are you staring at me?" she demanded. "Why aren't you chatting with him anymore?" Theodore asked coldly, his tone somewhat sullen. "Do you want me to keep chatting with him?" Rosalie rebuked. "Why are you asking me if you should chat with him? We're divorced, aren't we?" If one listened carefully, Theodore sounded quite jealous. "Who asked you?" Rosalie pout
Yvonne replied with a kissing emoji. Their brief chat ended for now. Rosalie looked up from her screen, and realized that Theodore was still staring at her. "You seemed to have enjoyed that conversation," he said calmly. Yet, if one listened closely, one would be able to tell he was implying something. Rosalie nodded. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable." She put her phone aside. "What's the matter? Do you have a problem with it?" "No problem. As long as you're happy. It seems Sebastian knows how to make you smile," he said in a gloomy tone. "Oh, that wasn't Sebastian just now," Rosalie said. "It was another friend." "Another friend?" Theodore frowned instantly. "You have quite a lot of friends. You can’t stop chatting, can you? How many backups do you have?" He obviously thought that Yvonne was a man. Rosalie's eyes glinted slyly. Theodore was really clueless. She didn't correct him, but instead smiled and said, "I'm wealthy now, so isn't it normal for me to have a few ba
Seeing that he was still alive, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were dead," she said. "So you decided to mess with me?" he asked angrily. "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound," Rosalie repeated. "So you pressed on my wound?" "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound." "You..." "I thought you were dead. You didn't make a sound." Every single time, before he could speak, she would cut him off. Theodore was at a loss for words. Frowning, he said, "Why don't you just go to bed and don’t concern yourself if I'm making a sound or not? I need sleep too!" "I thought you were suffocating. Why did you bury your face in the pillow?" "Because I wanted to. Didn't you tell me to sleep on my stomach?" Theodore rebuked. "Only sulking children bury their faces in pillows," Rosalie pointed out, and she turned around to go back to the sofa to lie down. Theodore was rendered speechless. He felt very vexed, and was indeed sulking. If he had
The enraged roar of a man who had lost all reason echoed throughout the entire room.Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue. She merely sneered and said, "Because Justin was worth it. I wanted to be with him. But you…you disgust me."At this moment, it seemed the only way she could retaliate against Sebastian was through words—to trample on his pride as a man.Sebastian's breathing grew rapid and heavy. He clenched Rosalie's wrist tightly, his teeth grinding together in fury."You bitch! You wanted to sleep with him, huh? Then I'll remove all traces of him from you bit by bit until there's nothing left! Then, you'll be my slave, mentally, physically, and emotionally!" he yelled.The latter half of the night was another storm of torment.Rosalie had no idea how she had survived. All she knew was that Sebastian had been like a wild beast that was completely out of control. She had almost died.Yet, as she hovered on the brink of death, all she could think about was that maybe
He was smiling, yet his eyes carried an unmistakable sense of menace."Do you know what Theodore is doing right now?" Sebastian lifted the blanket off Rosalie's body.The moment she heard Theodore's name, Rosalie's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you trying to do?""What am I trying to do? Are you scared now?""Sebastian, I've already given up on Theodore! The one I loved was Justin, but you killed him. Are you planning to go after Theodore now too? Will you only be satisfied after killing every man in the world?"She was afraid that Sebastian, in his madness, would really go after Theodore. Even if Theodore was prepared, being targeted by a lunatic was incredibly dangerous.Theodore was in the open, while Sebastian was in the shadows—who knew when the latter would strike and take the former's life?"And what about your son? Do you not love him anymore?" Sebastian continued."Sebastian!" Rosalie screamed. "Don't you dare!""Yes, that's it!" Sebastian laughed. "I thought you had comple
Rosalie despised him, cursed him, yet at this moment, she uttered the word "laughable"—and that infuriated Sebastian more than anything else."I'm laughable?" Sebastian laughed and stood up, gripping the bloodstained dagger in his hand. "Rosalie, I've sacrificed so much for you, and in the end, all I get in return is the word 'laughable'?"Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue with this madman. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.Sebastian's hand trembled as he gripped the hilt of the dagger. "Good. Very good."He walked to the bed and unshackled her handcuffs.Rosalie was still weak. She barely managed to push herself up from the bed. She wanted to rush to Justin's side, but before she could, Sebastian grabbed her and held her in his arms."Let go of me! Let me go!" she yelled. "What's wrong? Weren't you the one who claimed to fear nothing?""Sebastian, after everything, what more do you want? My life is worthless now—if you have the guts, just kill me!"
In the dead of night, the room was eerily silent.Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, completely bare, smoking a cigarette.The torn pieces of Rosalie's wedding dress were strewn across the floor. Her hands were still cuffed to the bed, and she looked disheveled.Her hair was damp with sweat, and her eyes were swollen and red. Her entire face was haggard and devoid of color, her lips bearing deep bite marks that had already scabbed over.She lay motionless on the bed in the shape of a limp starfish. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest proving she was still breathing, she could have been mistaken for a corpse.Sebastian stood up.He walked over to Justin's body and pressed his foot against his back."Justin, did you see how I claimed Rose? Did you hear her cries? I enjoyed them so much."Sebastian's sinister smile was especially terrifying. Even Justin's blood-soaked corpse lying on the ground wasn't as horrifying as the smile of a living man."What made you think you coul
Sebastian forcefully turned Rosalie's head back."Can't bear to look?" He deliberately turned up the volume on his phone to the maximum, and a series of moans could be heard.Sebastian threw the phone aside and lifted her dress."What are you trying to do? Let go of me!" Rosalie twisted her body, struggling weakly."Of course, I'm going to cherish my bride." Sebastian smiled sinisterly. His face was terrifying, devoid of the gentleness it once held, with only cruelty remaining."Rose, I'm your husband too. You slept with Theodore, you slept with Justin—why won't you sleep with me? This isn't fair! But no matter. From now on, you're my woman, and only I can touch you. I'll be the last man you'll ever have!"Then, he ripped Rosalie's wedding dress apart."Sebastian, I'm your cousin! You're crazy!"Hearing those words, Sebastian's gaze grew even more ruthless, and he laughed hysterically. "So what? I don't care! Rose, I've long since gone mad!""Oh, right, let me tell you something." Seb
It felt like an eternity had passed.Rosalie slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing.Her vision was blurry, and the first thing she saw was a face she knew all too well—a face she hated with every fiber of her being.Sebastian noticed that Rosalie had woken up. He smirked as he stepped into the room and tossed her onto the bed.She was still wearing her wedding dress. The voluminous skirt cascaded onto the floor as she lay there, utterly powerless, unable to move even a single finger."Justin…" She tried to call his name, but no sound came out.She was overwhelmed by anguish. It felt as if countless knives were slicing through every nerve in her body. Tears streamed down her face.A large hand gripped her shoulder, flipping her over and pinning her down on the bed.Her vision gradually cleared.Sebastian shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside before pressing himself down on top of her. He seized both her wrists and pinned them to the sides."Rose, when we got married, we never
Sebastian handed Rosalie over to his subordinates, then pointed his gun at Justin."No!" Rosalie sobbed as she pleaded, "Sebastian, don't kill him! Please, don't kill him. I'll do whatever you want—just don't kill him, please!"Justin was already at death's door. Blood pooled around him, its bright red hue more striking than a wedding carpet. The petals scattered on the ground were stained crimson, painting a scene of utter devastation."Really?" Sebastian stepped closer to Rosalie and grabbed her by the throat before pressing his lips against hers.Rosalie struggled with all her might and attempted to bite him."Didn't you say you'd do anything to keep him alive? Then behave yourself!"His lips trailed down to her neck.Rosalie was firmly restrained by two men, leaving her unable to resist. All she could do was endure the humiliation Sebastian was forcing upon her.As long as Justin could be spared, she didn't care what happened to her. However, that sliver of desperate hope was shatt
Rosalie's trembling hands pressed against Justin's wound. She lifted her head, looking around frantically, but she had no idea who had fired the shot. The place was in chaos, with everyone already gone, leaving behind a scene of devastation.Everything had happened too fast. There had been no time to react."Justin!" Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably. "I… We need to get to the hospital. I'll take you to the hospital."She tried to lift him, but no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't move him.Justin lay in her arms, too weak to rise."Rose…" He grasped her hand. "You need to go. Don't worry about me. It's not safe here.""No! I won't leave! I'm not going anywhere!" Rosalie shouted in anguish. "Justin, you have to hold on! I'll take you to the hospital—I will!"Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to carry him on her back."Rose, listen to me." Justin's trembling hand grasped her wrist with all the strength he had left. "If I die… Don't be sad. I'll always be in your hear
Half an hour later, Rosalie leaned on Justin for support as she walked out, her legs weak."This is all your fault, Justin," she grumbled."Yes, it's my fault," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.Rosalie felt both frustrated and utterly in love with this man. He always sent her on a high, yet she could never get enough of him.Hand in hand, they stepped onto the red carpet, where the officiant was already waiting for them. The only people present were the staff who had set up the wedding.They had invited no one, nor did they need to. From this day forward, Rosalie and Justin would be each other's entire world.As the wedding march played, Rosalie held Justin's arm and slowly walked down the aisle. Her eyes turned red.She was about to become Justin's wife. She was so happy.Sensing her trembling, Justin gently squeezed her hand and patted it reassuringly.Their gazes locked, filled with nothing but love.When they reached the altar, the officiant looked at the couple standing befo