"I think I should go now." My wound is aching again. The sensation of tearing made my breathing short.The figure outside the window moved quickly. Daley opened Frade's door and pulled the injured man out of the car. I pushed open the door and ran over, as Daley's fist landed in Frade's face."Stop!" I shouted.Daley, however, held my hand tightly to keep me away from Frade, and the more I tried to break free, the tighter his grip became. I saw blood coming from the corner of Frade's mouth. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand and said to Daley with a sneer."Now we're even!""You'd better stay away from my fiancee," Daley said, every word revealing his displeasure and hatred."Then you have to watch your fiancee, because the Moore family is watching her," Frade said of Daley. "If I were you, I wouldn't let my fiancee get picked on by another man.""I don't need you to tell me what to do," Daley said, taking my hand and walking back. I looked back at Frade. He was smiling a
We lay naked on the big bed and the lights went out in the room. The moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silver ribbon on the carpet. The night breeze carried the faint fragrance of the flowers and wrapped my body like a gossamer.At that moment, the world seemed to quiet down. Time stopped. I heard only the sound of breathing and the sound of the wind. How I wish that time would stop forever, no worries, no pain and sorrow."I think we should talk," Daley said, breaking the silence. He looked at me sideways with one hand resting on his head. "About the flash drive.""You're such a wet blanket." I turned my back on him. I knew I had to talk to him about the flash drive sooner or later, but not now..“So you came back from Vegas to talk to me about this?” I said unhappily. “You're in a hurry, Daley.”"I came back to see you," he whispered in my ear. "Because I can't bear the nights without you. Your breath and heartbeat have become the most important part of my
"Welcome to the Logan family, Sarah," said Vickie, looking at Sarah with satisfaction."Nice to meet you, Mrs. Logan," said Sarah, who went to Vickie and kissed her on the cheek. "My father told me about you. He said you were the greatest woman in the Logan family.""Your father was exaggerating," Vickie said with a smile. "I remember holding him when he was born. Is he all right now?""He's fine. Thank you for your concern."When Sarah looked at Daley, she was startled by the scar on his face. She's not used to Daley without a mask."You know my grandson Arthur," Vickie said, looking at me. "This is his fiancee, Eva.""We've met before," Sarah said with an evil smile. "On a yacht.""What yacht?" Frade stared at Sarah, who was intrigued by the word yacht. He's trying to remember something.Sarah didn't know about Frade's memory loss and was about to speak when Daley spoke first."It's time for dinner," Daley said coldly."Kohl, get ready to serve," Vickie ordered her servant.Soon the
"Frade plans to marry into the Woodd family to strengthen his power," said Daley, looking out the window at the night sky, "The Woodd family is involved not only in real estate and entertainment but also in hotels and casinos abroad. With the Woodd family behind him, the elders in the family will support Frade. After all, he ran the family once, and I was a substitute.""Why do you have to fight for this position with him?" To prevent him from misunderstanding, I explained, "I mean, if your grandmother hadn't sent someone to look for you on Pudding Island, you wouldn't have come back at all, would you?"If he's fighting Frade just to get his revenge, I don't think that's necessary. I'm not in Frade's camp, but I think brothers fighting for profit will only end up losing and sadness."You don't understand," Daley said. "There's no choice at this point. There are a lot of anti-Frade voices in the family and they have chosen to be on my side. I can't get cold feet. But I hope that Frade
Daley was gone when I opened my eyes in the morning. I'm used to him leaving without saying goodbye. Every time I close my eyes last night, I picture Frade alone in the garden.And Daley appeared in my dream. His hands were stained with blood, and he was dressed in a large white robe that resembled a monk's. He stood in the misty forest and watched me from a distance. Half of his face was covered by darkness, revealing only the other half, which was broken.I woke up feeling thirsty, so I looked for a glass of ice water. I slumped on the sofa, tired from last night's dream. I remember Daley stroking my cheek as I slept last night. There still seems to be a trace of blood in my nose.He must have gone hunting last night.At that time, I received a text message. I picked up my cell phone to check my messages. Daley texted me. He told me that a chauffeur would pick me up at 9 o'clock to take me to the bridal shop. He will be waiting for me there.I replied with a simple yes.As I put dow
People in the room looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, and I saw Frade standing at the door in a black suit. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the saleswomen. They looked at him with curiosity and admiration.Sarah immediately passed the other woman over to Frade. She put her arms around Frade's neck and said in a cheerful voice, "You're late, darling!"Her words and actions seemed to show off to all the women in the room. She told them that the man belonged to her.The clerks immediately guessed their relationship. So they quickly lowered their heads and withdrew their adoring eyes. I turned my head away from them. Then I heard Frade whisper to Sarah.“I gave you enough money to buy 100 pairs of shoes,” he said, taking a black card from his wallet and slipping it into Sarah's hand. “Pick out your wedding dress and don't get me in trouble.”Sarah looked upset. She still wanted to say something to him, but Frade gave her a look and she stopped tal
Daley points to another romantic wedding dress behind me and says, "I think you'd look better in that one.""Maybe you're right," I said, looking at the white strapless dress. I had been so focused on Frade and Sarah that I hadn't even noticed when Daley was coming up behind me. Did he sense something?I immediately erased the image of Frade and Sarah from my mind. I shouldn't have random thoughts right now. So I asked Lucea to help me change into the dress, while Daley followed another shop assistant to try on the groom's suit.As I changed into the dress, Daley walked slowly from the fitting room to my side. He looked at me in the mirror for a moment. He chose a pure white groom's suit with black lining. Black and white, this is his consistent style."You're so beautiful," Daley said, his eyes full of tenderness and love. Dressed in a white suit, he looked like a prince from a fairy tale. But I couldn't look at him in the mirror. I was afraid that he would find my inner contradictio
Daley said he needed to go to Las Vegas and lobby several neutral family members to support him. He will probably be away for a few days. He wants me to go with him. Although he told me to think of it as a short trip, I knew he wanted me there to better convince the rest of the family. Even if he did not speak out, those in the middle would have guessed that he had the support of the Green family.I politely declined his request because I wasn't sure what was going on between my father and him. I had always been wary of the alliance between the Green and Logan families, and my father hated me so much that he would not let me off so easily.I told Daley that Liv would bring me the flash drive soon. I'd better wait for her at home before she comes back. Daley agreed with my decision. I stayed in the manor all the time after he left. My gut tells me it's best not to go out, even if Daley leaves me with a chauffeur and a bodyguard. Given the present situation, I think it is safest to stay
A week later, the trip to Mexico didn't go well. Mexicans were angry at Mickle's claims that the wall had been expanded. The Mexican president and Mickle met in secret for three hours. I don't know what they talked about.After the meeting, he got on a plane and left Mexico. But he left me behind, and I knew exactly what he was doing.I was not surprised to see Daley in front of me as the representative of Mexico. Instead, I had the urge to punch him, but I held back.During my stay in Mexico, Daley was responsible for receiving me as the Mexican representative. The night we met, he took me to a fancy restaurant in Mexico City.“I had no idea that the famous Daley was already a member of council.”I looked across at Daley. The last time we parted, he looked pale. But now, beneath his mask of calm lies a kind of ineffable pride.“Do you have to talk to me like that?” Daley smiled at me, “It's been a long time since we were alone together and I miss you so much. I think we should celebr
“Why do you always have to decide before you tell me?” Frade asked, smoking hard on the couch. “Didn't I tell you to consult me before you made any decisions?”“Because this time there is no room for negotiation.” I stood in front of him, looking at him like that. My heart felt extremely painful. But I had to tell him about my decision. We have to face the truth eventually.“Mia was dead.”Frade's face froze for a few seconds. “She's dead?”“She escaped from the sanatorium, frantically searching for her father and questioning him as to why he had abandoned her. Mickle's bodyguard shot her for endangering the president. It happened right in front of me.”I have mixed feelings about Mia's death. Even though she was detestable, her death was like a razor blade slicing through my unsuspecting skin. It was instant, clear pain.Frade continued to smoke heavily. He didn't show much emotion about Mia's death. But I guess he felt the same way.He was in love with Mia. Her love was fake, but hi
I didn't expect Mickle to agree to meet with me as soon as I contacted him. But I had to go jogging with him, so I changed into a white sweatshirt and drove to his estate.We jogged side by side on a path near the estate, with two bodyguards following us. I can't remember the last time I ran in the morning. I was a little out of it at first, but after a while, I got my breath back.“Do you need a few minutes?” Mickle, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved tracksuit, turned to me. “Looks like you haven't exercised in a while.”“I'm fine,” I said.“I'll wait for you at the lake ahead,” he said as he continued to run.By the time I got to the lake, he was resting. A burly bodyguard offered him water, but Mickle gave it to me.“You need water,” he says.“Thank you.” I opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The bodyguard somehow took out another bottle of water and handed it to him.“It's a rare day for you to call me,” Mickle said, his face flushed but his tone calm. Judging from his stro
According to Vickie's will, her body will be transported back to Italy for burial. So Frade decided to hold a simple farewell ceremony for Vickie in the manor. After the ceremony, he would be in charge of sending Vickie's body back home with Mark.Vickie was right that no Sicilian would refuse the dying wish to return home. This time, they offered to open their arms to the Logan family to show their deepest sorrow.The place of the farewell ceremony was chosen in the hall of the manor, and all the participants were dressed in black as a sign of mourning. Black-and-white photographs of Vickie's life were placed in the centre of the hall. As her body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue, guests had to mourn over her picture in silence.Each of the guests held a white chrysanthemum in their hands and placed it in front of the tablet. In the photo, she looked at everyone with a smile on her face, her eyes looking at everything indifferently.Frade greets guests who have come to p
In the room, Vickie is lying on her bed, a private nurse holding a clear plastic tube attached to a ventilator up her nose. Since a trip to Italy, Vickie has grown weaker. Mark told me that she was taken home in an ambulance from a private hospital after she landed.“Why don't you take her to the hospital?” I asked in a low voice.“She's determined to go home,” Mark said. “No one can change her mind, and you know it.”“The patient needs to rest. Please leave the room,” the middle-aged brown-haired nurse said politely.Mark and I left the room just as Frade and Vickie's doctor came out of the other room. That was the room where they had been discussing Vickie's condition, and Frade's sullen face didn't look good.It's terrible.“Mark, please help me get Dr. Hans out of here.” Frade's voice was hoarse and tired, and the stubble on his face seemed to have grown overnight, making him look even gloomier.“Are you all right, darling?” I stroked his cheek and looked at the man in front of me
A middle-aged woman in a plain grey T-shirt and light blue jeans sat on the living room sofa, her hands on her closed knees, her eyes downcast. The coffee in front of her was steaming, and it was obvious that she hadn't touched it.“Hey!” I whispered. “I'm Eva.”“Hi!” The woman stood up at once. She looked at me a little stiffly. “My name is Joe. I'm a friend of Joan's. We're all in the same union.”“How did you find me?” I motioned for her to sit down.“Joan gave me your number,” said Joe, “And we found your place. I'm sorry to bother you so late. Joan needs your help.”“You didn't come alone?” I asked curiously.“I have another colleague with me,” Joe said truthfully. “He's waiting for me outside.”“Is he here to ensure your safety?” I looked at her. “Since your friend is worried about your safety, why are you looking for me? So, what's the matter?”“We just...” Joe looked down sheepishly. “Just in case. But Joan says you're a trustworthy person. You're not like your father.”“I hel
During my stay in the hospital, I received many greeting cards and gifts from strangers. They piled gifts for the baby in front of the hospital or at the nurses' station, and a few fanatical fans even pretended to be nurses sneaking into the ward to see the baby. Fortunately, the fanatics were spotted by the doctor on duty and called the police, who quickly took them away.To prevent this from happening, Frade picked me and my baby up from the hospital in the middle of the night and took us back to the manor. Frade also put guards around the manor to keep out outsiders, leaving Mark in charge of all security, and Liv came to accompany me.Frade was on the move for us to leave the United States. This time he didn't entrust anyone but himself. He didn't tell me that he had met with those people. But from his tired face after each return, I can guess that our departure would become a distant dream.When Vickie learned of Frade's plan, she decided to go to Italy herself, because most of t
“What does a newborn baby get him?” I stared at Ian. “He's already president.”“The president just wants to show his concern for you,” Ian explained patiently. “This baby is his granddaughter. You're family.”“What an official statement,” I said. “Just this once. I need at least three months off for the rest of the year. During that time, neither I nor my baby could be seen in any media.”“Deal,” Ian readily agreed.“I'll give you some time to get ready,” Ian said. “I'll let you know when the president is arriving at the hospital.”After Ian leaves, Frade gently places the baby in her own crib, where she falls fast asleep without crying or fussing. Frade walks to the bedside, his eyes brimming with anger. I knew he was unhappy with my decision, and as I prepared for his wrath, he just lowered his voice and said, “Why did you agree to his request?”“Because I can't say no.” I looked at him. “Ian's right. Mickle is the baby's grandfather. I have no reason to say no to him visiting his g
“Do you have to go to the inauguration?” Frade asked as he peeled the apple. “The doctor told me your due date is coming up.”The skin he cut off with a knife was attached to the flesh of the apple, and less than two-thirds of the whole apple was left in his hand. I stared at the silver knife in his hand and asked, “Do you have a problem with apples?”“I hope this knife didn't cut apples, but...”“Stop,” I reminded him. “Watch your mouth.”“I don't want you to go to a crowded place,” Frade said, handing me a peeled apple. “In that case, all eyes are on the new president. If you're not feeling well or...”“Ian will have a nurse with me,” I said. “Besides, I only promised to be at the inauguration, and as soon as it's over, I'll be home.”“I'm going with you,” Frade said, “Or I won't trust you.”“Sure,” I readily agreed. “I'll tell Ian and get him to set you up.”“All I have to do is stand next to you.” Frade walked to the bed and brushed my cheek, then put a hand on my belly.“She's mo