"I didn’t like what you did, Cosette. It would be a huge embarrassment if people found out. But I never expected that your disobedience would actually pave the way for our company to prosper even more.”
My head snapped up at Dad’s words. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with something calculated, something sinister.
"I know you're acquainted with Zion Yohan Warren. He doesn’t just own hotels and casinos here in LA—he has properties everywhere, vast lands in other cities, and let’s not forget… he’s a distant relative of the Spanish royal family."
He leaned back in his chair, watching me like a predator sizing up his prey.
"I wanted to apologize for raising my hand to you that day, my lovely daughter. You know I only do these things because I care about you, right? I just don’t want you ending up with someone unworthy—someone who isn’t on our level. But since you were with Zion that day… I won’t scold you. In fact, I won’t oppose this relationship at all.”
His voice was gentle, his expression warm, but his intentions couldn’t have been colder.
I didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more devastated.
Dad never truly cared about me. Not really.
This wasn’t about my happiness, my future—this was about business.
If I had been with someone else that night, someone who wasn’t as rich, as powerful, as untouchable as Yohan… would I even be standing here right now? Or would I have been beaten, humiliated, and cast aside like an inconvenience?
I forced a small smile, swallowing the lump in my throat, afraid that if I said the wrong thing, my emotions would spill over.
“Before you and Zion get married, your sister will marry Harrison Whitmore first.”
My heart stopped.
My eyes widened as I stared at him in disbelief.
He was still pushing through with Geneva’s wedding.
“D-Dad, can’t you just… not marry Geneva off?” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to stay composed. To negotiate. “C-Can I do it instead? Yohan is wealthy. Our company will thrive even more if I marry him.”
I knew I had failed.
My reckless plan had only made things worse. But if I could redirect this—if I could sacrifice myself instead—maybe I could still fix it.
Yes, the Whitmores were powerful. But so was Yohan.
He was calculating, manipulative, ruthless. He played the game better than anyone, crushing his enemies with precision, using his devilish nature to stay on top.
Even though I despised him, I would rather endure a lifetime with him than watch my sister suffer.
Geneva had dreams, ones that didn’t involve being sold off in an arranged marriage. She deserved to live. To love. To be free.
But me?
I could take it. I could bear the weight for her.
“D-Dad, please.” My voice broke as I pleaded with him. “Let me take Geneva’s place. Spare her from this. Let her follow her dreams. Don’t take that away from her.”
Silence.
And then—
Dad laughed.
A sharp, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine.
I stared at him, stunned. What was so funny?
“Oh, Cosette,” he sighed between chuckles, shaking his head. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
My stomach twisted.
“Whatever you do, you won’t be able to save Geneva.” His voice was final, unyielding. “I can’t let go of the Whitmores. They’re too valuable to our business. And Simon? He’s my friend.”
He smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“If it were possible for you to marry both men, I wouldn’t mind having Harrison and Yohan as your husbands.”
I froze.
The air in the room felt suffocating.
Dad had never cared about who I married. He only cared about what that marriage could give him.
My eyes widened at his words. I couldn’t believe he’d say something like that—to his own child.
Did he really have no love for me? Not even a fraction?
What kind of decent parent talks about their daughter like she’s a business deal waiting to be sealed?
A sharp ache twisted in my chest, but I forced myself to swallow it down.
I couldn't sit there any longer. I stood abruptly, and the smug grin on my father’s face vanished, replaced by a sharp scowl.
"Where are you going? I’m still talking to you," he said, his tone cold and expectant.
A part of me hesitated, but I forced myself to meet his gaze, schooling my face into a neutral expression.
I gave him a faint smile, pretending to be unbothered.
"I have a dinner meeting, Dad," I said, glancing at my wristwatch as if I had just remembered. "I’m already running late."
He raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing me, but after a few seconds, he nodded and waved me off.
The moment I stepped out of his office, I exhaled deeply, pressing a hand to my chest.
I needed to get out of this house. Now.
As I hurried down the staircase, I nearly collided with Mom, who was carrying a cup of coffee—probably for Dad.
"Are you leaving, dear?" she asked, pausing on the steps. "I made you and Geneva’s favorite dish. Your sister is on her way home."
I managed a smile and stepped closer to kiss her cheek.
"Sorry, Mom," I said gently. "I have a dinner meeting, so I won’t be able to join you all tonight."
Before she could ask anything else, I rushed out the door, got into my car, and drove off.
I swore I’d never drink again.
But right now, I needed it.
I needed to forget—just for a little while.
As I drove, I headed straight for a bar I frequented, one where no one would question me. No one would try to stop me.
By the time I arrived, it was already eight in the evening—too early for a full-blown party, but I didn’t care.
I strode inside, went straight to a table, and ordered every drink I intended to consume. A lineup of liquor bottles soon sat in front of me, waiting to take the edge off.
Before downing the first shot, I let myself sit there and cry.
I gave myself an hour—an hour and a half at most—to let it out. To drown in self-pity. To feel the weight of my own uselessness.
And then?
Then I drank.
One glass after another, I drank until my thoughts blurred. Until my body felt numb.
Loud music pulsed through the bar, signaling the start of the night’s festivities. I poured myself another drink, but my hands were unsteady, and I nearly spilled it. My limbs felt heavy, sluggish.
Still, I drank it down.
Then, with unsteady steps, I pushed myself up from my chair and made my way to the dance floor.
I didn’t care about anything anymore.
I just wanted to have fun.
But before I could reach the crowd, I bumped into someone.
The sudden impact sent me off balance, and the room spun. I would have crashed onto the floor if not for the stranger’s strong grip around my waist, steadying me.
I let out a breathy giggle.
Was this fate?
Was he the man who would take me away from here? If so, I was more than ready. I didn’t care if we had just met—I instantly fell in love.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, looked up at him, and smiled.
"Hi," I said playfully.
But instead of a charming smile or even mild amusement, his forehead creased in irritation.
Then, in a sharp, exasperated voice, he snapped—
"Are you stalking me, weirdo?!"
I blinked. What the hell?!
How dare he look at me like that when I was giving him my best drunk-girl smile?!
I stumbled forward and pressed myself against his chest, feeling his entire body go rigid. He was about to push me away when I tightened my grip, refusing to let go.
"Take me away, Prince Charming. I’ll go with you! Marry me!" I clung to him, my voice thick with tears.
His reaction was instant.
"What the heck, Cosette Allen?! Are you drunk?! Get away from me!" he shouted, his tone sharp with irritation.
As if he didn’t want me near him.
My heart sank.
Doesn’t Prince Charming like me? Doesn’t he feel even a little sorry for me?
I need him.
I shook my head and looked up at him, my expression crumpling into pure desperation. Maybe if he saw my sad face, he’d take pity on me.
"Please, Prince Charming! I don’t want to marry Yohan! I want to marry you!" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut and leaning onto his shoulder.
He went silent.
The longer he stayed that way, the more my mind spun.
Finally, I peeked up at him.
He was staring at me. Intense. Serious.
And damn. So ridiculously handsome.
My gaze dropped to his lips. They looked soft—too tempting.
Can I touch them? Kiss them?
Without thinking, I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers across his lips.
He froze.
His eyes widened in shock before he quickly grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he snapped.
I pouted. "Can I kiss your lips?" I whispered, my eyes still fixed on them.
He blinked. Stared at me, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
But he didn’t pull away.
Taking that as a yes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes—because damn it, he’s too tall—and pressed my lips to his.
Damn. He tastes so good.
Soft. Warm.
A flicker of déjà vu rushed through me, but I shook it off.
No.
Prince Charming is different from that man. They’re worlds apart.
But before I could think too much about it, his hands suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him.
And then—
He kissed me back.
Deep. Intense. Overwhelming.
A dizzying heat spread through my body, and I surrendered to it, my eyes fluttering shut as I let myself drown in the kiss.
"Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.Where am I?I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.What the hell happened last night?Did I hit my head?Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—"Weirdo!""What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.And then—I nearly fell off the bed.Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.My mouth went dry.What the hell is he doing here?!More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?Damn. This je
I sat in the back of the cab, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I’d done to Yohan last night.Did I really do that to him?It felt… impossible. I don’t even know about those things. I wouldn’t do something like that.And yet… I did.I groaned, burying my face in my hands before tugging at my hair in frustration.Oh my God, Cosette Blanche Allen!I don’t even have a boyfriend, and yet I was out there throwing myself at a guy I barely knew?!Argh! I hate you, Cosette Blanche!I felt like screaming into a pillow. It was humiliating. Completely mortifying!"Ma’am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"The taxi driver’s voice jolted me from my internal meltdown.I froze, realizing just how crazy I must’ve looked—crying one second, then laughing at my own stupidity, then crying again, then staring into space like some tragic movie heroine.He probably thought I’d lost it.I forced an awkw
The past few days had been overwhelming.With our new project underway, I had been swamped with work, closely monitoring every detail to ensure nothing went wrong. The budget was substantial—too much at stake for even the smallest mistake. If this project failed, the loss would be devastating for the company. And worse, Dad would be furious.Despite my workload, my mind kept drifting back to Geneva.Her wedding to Harrison Pierre Whitmore was just a week away, and she had no escape. Dad was rushing everything, making moves I couldn't predict, and it left me on edge.Since Yohan’s visit to our house to speak with Dad, I hadn’t seen him again. Strangely, Dad had also stopped pressuring me about our supposed wedding.Was it really not happening?Had Yohan managed to put a stop to Dad’s plans?I wanted to believe it. He was more powerful and wealthier than my father—if anyone could handle this, it was him.And I prayed he had.I couldn’t marry a man I didn’t love.No matter how dire the s
"I'm so thrilled that my favorite daughter is marrying your nephew, Lenore," Dad said with a pleased smile, turning toward Zion’s aunt, Lenore Warren.We were gathered around the dining table, the air thick with unspoken words. I sat beside my sister, Geneva, who had been eerily quiet, her expression laced with confusion. I could tell she was unsettled by Yohan’s sudden presence. She didn’t know him—of course, she didn’t. Geneva never involved herself in business matters.Mom, on the other hand, remained silent beside Dad, making no effort to engage with Madame Lenore. Her usual warmth was absent, replaced by a distant, unreadable expression.And me?I had no idea how I was supposed to react.Even now, I couldn’t wrap my head around it—Yohan had changed his mind.Why?What had suddenly made him agree to marry me?"I'm also excited for the Warren and Allen families to finally become one! Isn’t it amazing, my dear?" Madame Lenore’s voice was filled with delight as she turned to Yohan wi
F*CK HIM!I hate him to the core.Does he really think I’ll break from his threats? That I’ll crumble beneath his words?W-Well… maybe a little.But I won’t let him see it.If there’s truly no escape from Yohan, then fine—I’ll accept my fate. But I refuse to be pathetic. I am Cosette Blanche Allen, President of Allen Company. A strong woman. No matter what he's planning, he won’t destroy me that easily.But right now?Right now, I just want to be alone.I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want them to witness me like this—weak, crying, breaking apart.Because the moment they see my vulnerability, they’ll use it against me.I sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, my eyes shut.I’ve cried for so long, I think I’ve run out of tears.The silence is heavy, almost comforting—until a knock on my door shatters it.I don’t move.I don’t answer.I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone. I’m drained, empty, and exhausted. Whoever it is, they can wait.
Standing in front of the large mirror, dressed in a simple wedding gown with a small veil atop my head, all I can think is: I'm really getting married. But I am not happy.This is the worst day of my life.I am marrying a man I don't like—someone I've despised my whole life. I want to run away, but I know that if I do, my family will be furious. And Yohan... he will find me and make me pay for the rest of my life."Setta?"I blink, pulled from my thoughts as Geneva steps into the room. Yohan and I are getting married at home, with only our families in attendance—no one else. That’s fine with me because, honestly, I don’t care about this wedding. I haven’t even told Franklyn, yet. When he finds out, I know he’ll be shocked and upset. But I believe he will understand why I didn’t invite him—because I don’t want this wedding at all.Maybe I’ll make it up to him when he gets married. I’ll be there, no matter what."Setta, are you okay with this?"Geneva’s serious gaze meets mine. She know
After our wedding reception, we headed straight to the airport for our flight to Hawaii. I couldn't believe Yohan’s earlier statement to Simon was true—we were actually going on a honeymoon. I hadn't even known we had one planned!Would something happen between us?I assumed we would be taking a regular commercial flight, but I was caught off guard when an airport staff member approached us. Silently, I followed Yohan. As we exited the terminal, a private jet awaited us. My suspicions were confirmed—we would be flying to Hawaii in this. It wasn’t surprising, considering Yohan’s wealth. He might even own the jet. But I didn’t want to ask, and more than that, I didn’t want to talk to him.As we stepped inside, I immediately took in the luxurious interior. A long couch stretched along one side, with a gold-accented table in the middle. On it sat a bottle of wine and two glasses. Wow. Everything in here screamed wealth, and I suddenly felt out of place.Yohan took a seat and arched an eye
I woke up to a loud noise, as if there were cheers and some sort of competition happening. What’s going on?Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my side, but Yohan was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t even a trace of him. Hasn’t he come back yet?After swimming in the pool last night to clear my mind, I had gone straight to bed in the villa. I didn’t bother thinking about Yohan anymore, assuming he would take a while outside. But maybe he never came back at all. Where could he have spent the night?Shrugging off the thought, I headed to the shower to freshen up. I wanted to step out of the villa and see what all the commotion was about. Could it be a concert?I hurried through my routine, and since it was a beach resort and I was on vacation, I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. To complete my look, I put on a white crochet cover-up, let my hair down, wore a beach hat and sunglasses, and applied sunscreen before heading out.The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a large crowd gathered near th
Cosette’s POV"Setta, you know that the house isn't in our name anymore, right? Your ex-husband already acquired all our properties."I rubbed my temples as I spoke to Mama on the phone. When Johiel and I got home from work, I immediately called Mama because I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease about her visit, and upon learning her purpose, I couldn't help but feel troubled."Ma, you could buy new properties in Los Angeles if you really want to go back there. You could also ask for help from Gene, or maybe you could just stay with them for a while," I suggested to her.I heard her sigh on the other end of the line. "Setta, our house holds many memories of us. I can't just let that go again," Mom said on the other line.I closed my eyes."Ma! You know that it's not ours anymore, right? I thought you had moved on and wanted to stay in Finland?" I said to her."I have moved on from the pain, Cosette, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten our life together with your father. I want o
Yohan's POV"She has panic attacks again, Zion."I stiffened, glancing at Claudia who was currently asleep in her bed. She's being checked on by her private doctor and nurses. Claudia lost control of herself earlier and almost hurt herself again, but thankfully, Aunt Lenore caught her in time and stopped her from doing anything rash. Aunt Lenore called me quickly, so I hurried over to the house where Claudia is staying."You can't just leave her alone, Zion! Don't you have any pity for her? It's been five years since she woke up from seven years in a coma, but Claudia is still suffering. She's your fiancée!"I couldn't help but bristle at what Aunt Lenore said, but I restrained myself."She was my fiancée, Aunt, not anymore. Claudia and I are no longer together; I'm just doing this out of guilt for what happened to her...because it's my fault that she's like this," I said to her.Five years ago, Claudia finally woke up from the seven-year coma. I was ecstatic at the time because she w
Cosette’s POVHerbert smiled and slightly bowed, greeting me, and I greeted him back."He's also from LA like you, so that's why I called you because I want you to assist him in his new workplace and be his tour guide for a while in the company," our Editor-in-chief, Mr. Nunes, said.I was slightly surprised and looked at Herbert again. He just smiled at me and waved slightly."Okay, Sir."Sir Nunes reminded Herbert of a few things before we left his office."Wow! I can't believe I have a fellow American colleague now, I'm happy," we both said as we left our editor-in-chief's office.Herbert smiled at me, scratching his head slightly. I could see he's shy and not much of a talker. It seems like I'll have a hard time talking to him even though we're both American. "Is that how you really are?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow.His eyes widened as if he had done something wrong to me. "H-Huh? What do you mean?" he asked, stuttering.I couldn't help but laugh. I shook my head and started
Cosette’s POVI'm outside my house right now, facing my laptop while I'm working. Our company allows us to work from home sometimes, and I'm working from home today. While I'm working here outside my house, I can't help but look at the scenery because I can see the mountain I used to hike with my Swiss friends. I haven't been able to hike recently because I'm busy with my job.I paused from my work when I heard my phone ring. I couldn't help but feel excited and eager when I saw who was calling. I quickly answered it and leaned back in my chair. Ah, my angel is calling me."Mommy Cosette!" he exclaimed from the other line as I answered his call.I chuckled softly and replied, "Yes, pretty boy? I missed you! When are you coming home?""I don't know, Mommy Cosette! But Papa Franklyn said we would visit you there on the weekend," he replied from the other line.I closed my eyes and hugged myself while talking to him on the other line. "I miss you so much, Baby. I wish you were with me,"
Yohan’s POV"Sir, Mrs. Cosette has already left, and she's on the plane heading to Switzerland."I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as my secretary delivered the news. I gestured for her to leave my office, and as I heard the door shut, I opened my eyes again, staring blankly.Because of my eagerness to fulfill my revenge plan that I had been plotting for a long time, I lost the person who made me feel complete again. I lost my wife and our angel because of my stupidity. This is the first time I have felt this pain again in my whole life. The last time I felt this pain was when my parents died. I never thought I would fall for the daughter of my enemy, the daughter of the one who betrayed my parents.I took a
Yohan's POVOct. 17, 2000.That's the date my parents were killed by the people they trusted their entire lives. I was there when my parents were killed. I saw how they mercilessly killed my dad and hurt my mom. That was the time that I will never forget in my whole life. I promised myself that the people who killed my parents would pay the price for whatever they did in the past."Zion?"I blinked my eyes and turned when I heard the voice of my Aunt Lenore, my father's sister. Aunt Lenore became my guardian when I lost my parents. I have no siblings, and only Aunt Lenore is the closest family I have here in LA. I have my family on my mother's side in Spain, but
"Cosette, aren't you going home yet?"I blinked my eyes and turned when I heard Franklyn's voice. Mom had already gone home because she felt dizzy and needed some rest. We were at the cemetery, where we buried my child. The doctor showed us our baby, and I couldn't help but cry and feel the pain when I saw how tiny he was. If he were still alive and saved, he would have grown up, and I would have given him everything that would make him happy. But now, my child is gone, leaving me alone."I'll stay here for a while, Frank," I said softly while looking at my child's gravestone. We just labeled it as Baby Warren since we didn't know his gender yet."Are you going to sign the annulment papers with Zion?" he asked.I blinked my eyes and faced him.Right. I still needed to sign those.After Yohan and I talked at the hospital about our separation, I immediately called Alice, and she took care of the annulment papers for Yohan and me. Yohan didn't talk about the annulment, but he had no choi
The doctor who entered my room looked at me with sadness. I blinked my eyes and couldn't help but feel nervous about what the doctor would say to us now. No, please... it can't be, I can't handle this."D-Doc, i-is my baby okay?" I nervously asked while looking at him. Mom also held me tightly, refusing to let go."I'm sorry, Cosette. You lost your baby."I closed my eyes and cried loudly when the doctor told me that. Mom approached me and hugged me tightly. I winced and held my stomach. No! My baby can't be gone; I can still feel them in my womb. It can't be."No! My baby is alive! Please, doc, you can't be right! My child is alive!" I cried while clutching my stomach. Mom hugged me tightly, and I heard her crying too. After I fainted and bled, they quickly took me to the hospital, and when I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room. A doctor approached me and told me that they couldn't save my baby."M-Mommy, my baby can't be gone! He can't leave me!"Mommy was crying now, just li
I quickly retrieved my car keys. As I exited our house, I swiftly got into my car and started it. I saw Yohan coming out of our house, and he quickly approached the window of my car, tapping on it lightly."Cosette! Come out! Let's fix this problem, please! Don't leave me!" Yohan shouted while continuing to knock on my window.I looked at him with a deep gaze, raised one hand, and showed him my middle finger. I don't give a fuck. I've run out of patience with Yohan. I love him, but I can't take it anymore. It hurts. I've listened to him and forgiven him multiple times, but he still doesn't change; he continues to deceive me.Does he love me? Then he should be honest with me."Cosette!" he shouted loudly as I accelerated my car.While driving, I called Alice, my secretary, and had her gather some documents. I'm heading to my parents' house now, carrying the letter Dad gave me before he passed away. I'll read it there, and I know I'll learn more. I sense that Yohan is hiding many more l