One must admit that Old Mister Hart was truly cunning. His choice of words was almost flawless, but Tyler was not falling for it. Tyler tightened his grip around Vicky's waist, pulling her closer to him. "Vicky won't feel comfortable staying here. There's no need for you to trouble yourself." No one could ever take the woman he wanted away from him, and whether the woman in question was willing to be with him was not within his consideration. Nothing else mattered to Tyler. Tyler's stubbornness troubled Old Mister Hart and he could not understand why Tyler was so obsessed with Vicky. Over the years, countless women had appeared by Tyler's side. Amongst them, there were many who were more beautiful and brilliant than Vicky, yet Tyler never showed any hint of interest in any of them. "Tyler, you know that I won't be able to stop you if you want to take Vicky with you by force, but why don't you take a second to look at the state Vicky's in? She's not doing too well. She's
Tyler did not get angry but nodded and said, "Yes, and you're a psychopath magnet." Vicky nearly choked. She could not come up with a clap back. 'I'm no match for his shamelessness.' … Vicky temporarily stayed at the Harts' mansion. Old Mister Hart was thoughtful enough not to put her in the same room as Tyler. However, he was not thoughtful enough to put their rooms next to each other. She understood where Old Mister Hart was coming from, so she did not object to it. The worst thing she could do now was to have an acrimonious falling out with Tyler. Fortunately, even though they were living under the same roof, Tyler had to go to work during the day and was usually very busy at work, so there were not many opportunities for them to meet each other. Vicky could finally breathe a sigh of relief and let all the tension in her body melt away. One day, someone knocked on Vicky's door. "Ms. Shaw, a lady asked to see you," said the maid respectfully outside the door. "Okay,
"How can I marry someone like that? My parents respected my wishes in the beginning, but as time went on, and the situation at the Starling Group got worse and worse… they started to lose their patience and told me to just choose someone. Needless to say, Tyler was the best option I had amongst all the men I described just now, so I…" Here, Aurora dropped her head in shame. Vicky was not surprised to hear what Aurora told her at all. Tyler was indeed that attractive. When Vicky was younger, she fell for him hard, making her no different than Aurora. Vicky asked, "What happened after that? How did everything end up being fake when you had the chance to be his fiancee?" "Everything I told you when we went out drinking that night was true, but that all happened before I met Tyler. After I discovered the truth, I didn't have the power to fight back… not until I met him." She hesitated before continuing, "He looked into me before we met. After you found out, he contacted me priv
Aurora looked around to make sure no one was there to hear what she said before whispering, "When I came here, I saw a lot of mysterious men dressed in black lurking around outside. My guess is they work for Tyler, and I'm afraid that you'll be taken away the moment you set foot outside this house." Vicky was shocked, but her heart turned cold the next second. 'That Tyler never changes! So, not taking me away by force was only a stopgap measure for him!' "I understand. Thank you for warning me, Miss Starling," said Vicky while trying to tamp down the anger rising in her heart. Aurora threw her one last look before turning around to leave. From her eyes, Vicky could see pity and compassion. 'Even an outsider who doesn't understand what's going on between Tyler and I could tell how terrifying it is to get entangled with him,' thought Vicky. … In the evening, Vicky went downstairs on time to have dinner. She paused in her tracks when she saw the handsome man sitting at the din
Not happy with being ignored, Tyler pursed his sexy lips into a thin line. He then got up from the table to chase after Vicky. After the two of them had left the dining room, the old butler came over with a pot of coffee in his hand. "Mister Hart, are you sure this is okay?" Old Mister Hart picked up the cup from the tray and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Tyler has this whole place surrounded by his men. Not even a mosquito, let alone Vicky, can get out of here." "I thought Mister Tyler had given up on Miss Shaw a long time ago. Why is he still so obsessed with her?" the old butler asked quizzically. Old Mister Hart looked at the old butler. "Given up? When did that happen?" "A few years ago… when Mister Tyler came back here after Miss Shaw had broken his heart. That's why I was shocked when I heard you say that they had gotten married. I mean… Didn't they break up? So, how did they end up with each other again?" Old Mister Hart picked up the coffee cup, took a sip,
In order to avoid Tyler, Vicky forwent her usual after-dinner walk and went straight into her room. However, someone grabbed her arm just when she was about to enter her room. Before she knew it, she was pinned to the wall and found her lips being ravaged by Tyler's in an instant. Stunned, she angrily pushed him away. However, she was no match for his strength. Seeing her being uncooperative, Tyler grabbed her neck to stop her from struggling. He did not let her go until he was satisfied with the kiss. "You won't eat the food I placed on your plate, eh?" he asked in a deep and hoarse voice. "Vicky Shaw, how long do you think my grandfather can help you? You'll come to regret crossing me once you're in my hands again." Vicky balled her hands into a fist. Regret? Yes, she had lost count of the many times she had to beg him to let her go. He seemed to derive his happiness from pushing her to the brink of despair and seeing her beg him helplessly. He was so confident with the knowl
"Let me get this straight. You forced me into divorcing you, and then it became my fault when I agreed to it? Doing so makes you think that I don't care about it. Is that it?" "Isn't it?" Vicky broke out in laughter out of disbelief. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it shut again when she realized she did not actually know what to say. After all, everything was her fault, and he would always be the innocent party. "Let me go. I want to go back to my room to rest now." She did not want to speak to him again. Tyler did not move. He simply stared at her silently. After a while, realizing that Tyler was not going to say anything or let her go, Vicky impatiently said, "Tyler, I'm tired. I want to go back into my room." A few more seconds of silence later, Tyler finally said, "You gave up on our marriage without hesitation when I didn't do anything more than threaten you by putting Cece and Jennifer in jail. What if, one day, someone else threatened them or d
Lincoln looked apologetically at her and said, "I'm sorry, Vicky. This is the only way I could think of to make sure Tyler doesn't take you away. Please bear with it for the time being. I'll arrange for you to go abroad once security is not as tight." "Thank you. You've actually been an immense help to me. I might have been taken away by Tyler already if you hadn't asked Old Mister Hart to help me," said Vicky quietly. Guilt immediately filled her heart when she saw the wound on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. "I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me." Tyler did not hold back at all when he punched Lincoln in the face, and up till now, there was still a bruise on the corner of Lincoln's mouth. Lincoln smiled to show that he did not mind. "This? This is nothing. Besides…" He suddenly paused and changed the topic. "Vicky, Tyler's men are stationed outside of this place, so don't ever leave until I give you the green light." A multitude of feelings flashed across Vicky's eyes as