Marvin entered his house and walked towards the living room, which was empty. Not a single person was there. "Miss Bertha?" Marvin called out, half shouting for his housekeeper. "Yes, Sir?" A woman in her mid-thirties suddenly appeared, approaching Marvin. "What is it, Sir? Are you ready to eat now?" she asked. "No," Marvin replied. "Where’s Stella? Is she in her room?" "Mrs. Stella?" "Yes, where is she? Is she in her room?" Marvin asked again. "Mrs. Stella is upstairs, Sir," Miss Bertha said, looking flustered. Marvin frowned at the woman’s flustered tone, then he walked towards the stairs and climbed up to Stella’s room. He knocked several times, frowning when there was no answer. "Stella? Are you in there?" Marvin asked, but there was still no answer. He opened the door, and the room was empty. "She’s not here," Marvin muttered. Marvin walked back downstairs and approached Miss Bertha, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Stella isn’t in her room. Where is she?" Mar
"How do I look? Am I beautiful?" Stella asked. Marvin looked Stella up and down. "Not quite perfect yet." "Then how should I dress, Sir?" Stella looking disappointed by Marvin's comment. Marvin scrutinized what might be wrong with Stella. The dress she was wearing was perfect. It was a short, sleeveless dress with straps on the sides, ending slightly above her knees. Marvin glanced at the heels Stella wore, and they were also perfect, matching the color of her dress. "What’s wrong, Sir? My makeup? Is it too thick? My lipstick? Is it not bright enough? Should I use a bolder color?" Stella asked again. Marvin examined Stella's face closely. There was nothing wrong with her makeup. It looked natural and not thick at all. "I’ll change into something sexier. Tonight, I have to look very beautiful in front of Damian so that he regrets hurting me," Stella said, about to turn around, but Marvin grabbed her wrist first. Stella immediately looked at her hand that Marvin was holding. "Yo
Marvin cut the steak in front of him, then slid Stella's plate towards himself, while pushing his own plate towards Stella. Stella looked at the man who was now smiling at her. "Eat, darling," Marvin said. Stella frowned, nodded, and smiled hesitantly. "Thank you," she said. "You're welcome," Marvin replied, stroking Stella's head, causing her to lower it slightly in surprise at being touched. "He's good at playing a drama," Stella thought. Meanwhile, Damian, watching the scene before him, began to feel annoyed, his hands even clenching tightly. In contrast, Mia looked relaxed, enjoying the meal on the table. The dinner was truly perfect. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed premium quality beef. "How is it? Do you like the food?" Marvin asked. "Very much," Mia replied with a smile. "We're enjoying it, Sir. Thank you," Damian said. Marvin smiled back. "I'm glad to hear that." He propped his elbows on the table and clasped his fingers together, looking at Damian very
"Since you're married, let's plan this," Marvin said, joining them on the sofa. "The first page is just a diversion. The following pages contain the actual property transfer documents. The real purpose of our plan. When you ask for Damian's signature, tell him it's an agreement regarding the shares he promised you. Just say you want to finalize the share transfer." Mia looking at the contents of the folder, furrowed her brows in confusion. "Ah, this piece of paper." "Yes, it's just to divert Damian's attention," Marvin replied. "Can't we just explain it straightforwardly without all the convolutions? Divert his attention from what?" Stella chimed in. Marvin exhaled sharply. He looked at Stella and Mia seriously. "Listen to me carefully." Stella and Mia looked at Marvin with serious expressions. "The first page outlines the benefits of the agreement between Mia and Damian. The subsequent pages are the actual transfer documents for the company, the house, and other assets. The fir
Stella closed her eyes as Marvin's face drew closer to hers. She felt the man's lips firmly on hers. She gripped the sofa she was sitting on as their lips met, the man being her husband. "I've been holding back since I saw her just out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel the other day. She keeps tempting me until I can't resist touching her anymore," Marvin thought. Marvin pushed Stella's body until she was lying on the sofa, Their eyes met again. Stella swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she stared at Marvin's face. This was the first time Stella had been this close to a man. With Damian, they had never done anything beyond holding hands and kissing on the cheek. Marvin, now on top of his wife. brought his face closer to Stella's again, prompting her to close her eyes once more. Since Stella didn't resist at all, Marvin botdly unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and brought his face closer to her again. However, before he could kiss her in the right spot, there was a kno
"Are we not married?" Damian came out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around his waist, walked over to Mia until he was standing in front of her. "Why do you never let me touch you?" he asked, inhaling the sweet scent of Mia's neck. Mia gently pushed against Damian's cold chest. Damian's physique was quite impressive, and seeing him fresh from a shower made him look even more handsome. If only Damian weren't such a jerk, Mia might have fallen for him. Unfortunately, he had left a deep wound in her heart with what she had been through. "You know very well why I never let you touch me, even though you are my husband," said Mia, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I want it, darling." Damian approaching Mia again, touched her cheek with his nose, inhaling her sweet scent. Mia pushed against Damian's chest. "In our agreement, there is no mention of a physical relationship, right? That means you are not allowed to touch me." Damian smirked. "Who said there wasn't? There clearly
Stella stared at her phone screen, reading the message from Mia sent last night. "Sir?" Stella called out. "Yes?" Marvin replied, munching on his toast. Stella directed her phone screen towards Marvin. "Is this Fanny?" Marvin took the phone from Stella's hand and carefully examined the image on the screen. "Yes... this is Fanny. Did she come last night? With Damian?" "Maybe... Wait, I'll ask Mia." Marvin didn't respond, calmly continuing his breakfast. Shortly after, Stella spoke again, "Last night, Damian asked Mia to fulfill her duties as a wife." Hearing Stella's words, his brow furrowed. "The duties of a wife meaning... they... it..." "| understand," Marvin interrupted with a flat tone. "Basically, Mia managed to avoid Damian's desires but it weren't fulfilled, then he left the house. In the middle of the night, he came back with Fanny. They slept in a room not far from where Mia sleeps, there's a possibility that Damian and Fanny... they did-" "I get it," M
“Damn!” Marvin muttered angrily as he watched the video on his phone. Stella, sitting beside him in the living room, turned to look at him. “What’s wrong, sir? Is there a problem?” “Yes, there’s a problem,” Marvin handing his phone to Stella. Stella took the phone and played the video on the screen. “Damian is with Fanny and sent my decoy women away,” Marvin said. “This could ruin my plan to get Damian heavily drunk.” Stella remained silent for a moment, her eyes still on the phone screen, watching the video of Damian chatting and laughing with a woman while occasionally sipping alcohol. “Is there a drink with a very high alcohol content?” Stella asked. “Something that can make someone drunk with just a little bit?” “Yes,” Marvin replied. “Hmm... I see they’re talking and drinking intermittently. Why don’t you have your people give Damian a drink with a high enough alcohol content to get him drunk? Just say it’s an apology drink from your contact who couldn’t meet him.”
Delvin stood in front of Emily's apartment door, his eyes filled with doubt and hope. His hand continuously pressed the doorbell, but there was no sign that the door would open."Emily? Darling? Are you in there? Open the door, I’m back, Darling," Delvin's voice was full of regret.He stood with his hands in his pockets, feeling the cold air seeping in through the gap under the door. Delvin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His heart was in turmoil, remembering the hurtful words he had once said and his efforts to make things right.Since the incident that nearly cost Emily her life, and after spending difficult times in Paris to reflect, Delvin had decided he couldn’t keep holding onto his anger. He wanted to return and make amends. He wanted to apologize and hoped that Emily would give him a chance to explain everything.He no longer cared about the mistakes Emily had made. After all, Emily had changed and was no longer the person she used to be. So, he decided to come bac
Delvin parked his car in front of the hospital, the tires screeching as he stopped near the emergency room door. Marvin, his face full of tension and tears, quickly jumped out of the back seat. He carried the unconscious Stella and ran towards the emergency room door.Delvin followed Marvin swiftly, fear evident on his face. Meanwhile, Emily, who was a few steps behind them, walked slowly. Her heart felt heavy, as if each step carried a greater burden.Emily watched Delvin’s back, busy and completely ignoring her. “He says he loves her?” she murmured with pain. “But what’s happening now? He doesn’t care about me.”Tears began to flow down her cheeks. She felt isolated in a situation that should have been full of care. Delvin, who should have been supporting her, was instead focused entirely on Stella and Marvin. Emily felt a deep heartache, feeling neglected when she needed support the most.With her head bowed, Emily continued her steps, trying to hold back her tears. In her mind, al
Marvin, Stella, Dariel, and Delvin stood at the edge of the cliff, their eyes fixed on Emily, who was dangling there, gripping tightly to a tree root that pierced through the ground. Her face was pale, tears streamed down her cheeks, and her body trembled with overwhelming fear. Below her, the abyss gaped like a black maw, ready to swallow her at any moment."Darling?" Delvin shouted from above, his voice hoarse with barely concealed anxiety. "Grab my hand, I'll pull you up!" His hand stretched out toward Emily, trying to reach her trembling fingers.Emily looked down at the depth awaiting her below. Fear enveloped her, making her sobs even more uncontrollable. "I'm scared," her voice barely audible, drowned in heart-wrenching sobs."You'll be okay!" Marvin's voice followed, filled with confidence and hope. He lowered his body closer to the edge of the cliff, extending his hand alongside Delvin's. "Now grab our hands, mine and Delvin's. We'll help you up."Stella stood not far from th
Fanny stared out the villa window. "Has he left yet?" she asked without turning, her voice firm with a hint of impatience.Willy, the brother of the deceased man she once loved, kept talking after bringing Emily here, which only irritated her further. So, with cunning, Fanny sent him away to buy food for the evening, using it as an excuse to keep him away while she executed her plan.One of her henchmen nodded, his face expressionless. "Yes, Miss. He's gone far," he replied curtly.Fanny sighed in relief, a thin, meaningful smile curling on her lips. "Okay, bring the girl!" she ordered coldly, her gaze shifting to Emily, who lay helpless in the corner of the room.Emily tried to struggle, her body writhing in vain on the cold floor. "Mmmhhh..." Her screams were muffled by the cloth stuffed in her mouth, only the rustle of fear could be heard. Her wide eyes, filled with panic, welled up with tears as she watched Fanny approach with a terrifying gaze.Fanny’s men moved quickly, lifting
Marvin stepped into the company cafeteria, his forehead furrowed when he saw only Zaline and Daniel sitting together at one of the tables.“Just the two of you? Where’s Emily? Where did she go?” Marvin asked, his voice filled with confusion.Zaline and Daniel exchanged glances before Daniel responded, “She didn’t show up, and we haven’t heard anything from her.” He sighed, showing his phone to Marvin. “I’ve tried calling her several times, but her number’s not active.”Marvin frowned, a mix of confusion and concern crossing his face. “Did she request leave from the division head?” he asked, trying to find an explanation.Daniel shook his head, his expression mirroring the same confusion. “No, I even checked with the division head, and there’s no word from her today. It’s strange; she usually informs the division head if she’s not coming in.”Marvin remained silent for a moment, his mind racing through unpleasant possibilities. Without saying another word, he reached into his pocket an
Delvin gripped the steering wheel with one hand while the other slapped his forehead in frustration. "Damn it, my phone! I left my phone in the room," he muttered, exasperated. He had just realized that his phone was still at Emily's apartment.Earlier, before heading out to pick Emily up from work, he had decided not to bring his phone because its battery was dead. So, he had plugged it in to charge. "How am I supposed to contact Emily without my phone?" Delvin grumbled, annoyed with himself.Quickly, he turned the steering wheel and headed back toward Emily's apartment.Delvin drove fast but cautiously.Delvin's car finally stopped in front of Emily's apartment building. He immediately got out of the car and looked around. His eyes fell on Emily, who was following someone wearing a black hoodie. Delvin's heart pounded with worry."Who is she with?" Delvin murmured, his lips pressing into a tight line. "She’s not sneaking around behind my back, is she?" Confused, Delvin decided to fo
Delvin gently squeezed Emily's hand as they stood in front of the apartment building. The night was beginning to fall, wrapping the city in a blanket of twinkling lights in the distance.He gazed into his lover’s eyes, trying to ensure that Emily really didn’t mind his job that took up so much of his time. “Darling, I might be back a little late tonight,” he said softly, with a hint of worry in his tone. “Weekends are usually very busy at the restaurant. Are you okay with me leaving you alone for so long?”Emily, who had been attentively gazing at Delvin’s face, smiled faintly. The warmth in her eyes made Delvin feel slightly more at ease. "It’s fine," she replied in a soothing voice. “You always come home very late on weekends. I’m getting used to it.” Her sweet smile widened as she added, "Besides, before you, I was always alone. So, it’s okay, darling."Delvin sighed in relief, but there was still an uneasy feeling gnawing at his heart. He knew how hectic work was on weekends, but
"Do you want to know something about Mrs. Daisy?" Marvin asked his father.Mr. Myron immediately set aside the cake he was holding. "Why?" he asked, his tone reflecting deep curiosity."A month ago, I happened to meet Mr. Emrick in detention. He was furious when he saw me and cursed at me—he cursed at me harshly and continuously, Dad."Mr. Myron's brow furrowed, his expression turning to confusion and concern. "Cursed at me too? Why?" he asked, clearly puzzled and not fully understanding the situation. "I don't feel like I ever caused him any trouble. I never communicated with him, so why would he curse at me? I haven't wronged him.""He hates you because of Mrs. Daisy," Marvin said.Mr. Myron raised an eyebrow, waiting for further explanation, but what Marvin said next was quite shocking."Apparently, during their marriage, Mrs. Daisy never loved him. Mr. Emrick said that Mrs. Daisy was indeed his wife, but her heart was never his. Even until she died, her heart still belonged to the
Marvin glanced at Dariel, who was seated across from him, with a serious and tense expression.“It’s been over a month, and still no trace of her?” Marvin asked, his voice low but demanding.Dariel, slightly hunched over, slowly shook his head. “I suspect she’s fled the city, maybe even the country, with a fake identity. Just like what she did to the man at the scene of Lily’s accident. Damian too… he was a wanted man back then, wasn’t he? But he managed to leave the country with a fake identity,” Dariel explained, his tone filled with suspicion.Hearing this, Marvin felt the heavy burden on his shoulders growing even heavier. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh, trying to calm the turmoil inside him. “So what now? Just let her get away? No way!” Marvin declared firmly, his voice booming with restrained anger. “I want her behind bars, suffering even more than her father!”Dariel looked at Marvin calmly, understanding his friend’s anger and frustration. “I’ve already s