It was only after she had wolfed down whatever leftover there was that one of the bodyguards approached her. “Stop eating, please go back inside.” Sherry grabbed several more crumbs of rice before reluctantly shuffling back into the house. She licked every single crumb of rice off of her finger, making sure not even a single one of them went to waste. She chewed them thoroughly and savored their taste. At least she finally had something to fill her stomach with. She drank two more cups of hot, boiling water before she slumped on the couch again, this time with a book to read. She found the book in the study upstairs, this was her only way to pass time. Now that she had taken care of her hunger, there was still the wound on her arm to worry about. It was itching badly and distracting her, she eventually threw the book aside, feeling greatly irritated. She rolled around the couch, unable to find anything to alleviate her condition. Her physical discomfort was the
Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. Inside the house nestled deep within the rural area. Sherry was so hungry that she felt like she was a walking skeleton by this point. She collapsed onto the couch and could barely move her limbs. For two whole days, she had not ingested anything except for water. John must have ordered the bodyguards to starve her to death, she was sure of it. Ever since the incident two days ago, they had taken special attention to properly discarding all the leftovers after they ate so there was no chance she could steal anything to eat. A glimpse of sunlight spilled into the living room from between the cracks of the curtain. Sherry opened her eyes, feeble and weak. Hungry. So hungry. At this rate, even if she did not starve to death, she was going to lose her sanity. No, she could not let herself waste away like this. She had to pull herself together, she had to find a way out of here! A determined glow shone in her e
He stared at Sherry and said to Peter, “Hire some men to mow the lawn. I don’t want to see any grass or weeds in this house after an hour.” Peter slightly furrowed his brows. “Yes, sir.” He acted quickly. In less than ten minutes, the workers were already mowing the lawn. John leaned on the chair elegantly as he looked at Sherry with an evil grin. Sherry clenched her fists tightly, watching the workers mow every blade of grass from the lawn. In fact, not only the front yard but even the garden and every other corner of the house that had greenery on it had the plants removed. Only concrete and mud remained. The workers left after they finished mowing the lawn. John remained seated in the house and his gaze was glued to Sherry. Sherry’s fists remained clenched as she looked at him. Her voice was slightly trembling when she said, “Are you planning to starve me to death?” She was not given food, and now even the lawn was mowed. What else could the man be planning if no
John frowned. His hands somehow froze for a moment, but he managed to lift them after a while. When his fingers touched her neck, she trembled terribly. “Hmph,” he scoffed. He really thought she was not afraid of death. He simply put his fingers on her neck but did nothing else. Sherry’s body stiffened from the moment he touched her, but nothing happened after that. She could not help but open her eyes. She saw his deep gaze staring at herself with a ridiculing grin. It somehow infuriated her. “Are you going to do it or not?” Why did he stop all of a sudden? John pursed his lips and simply pinched the side of her neck. Sherry cried in pain. John chuckled. “Strangling you will only dirty my hands. I am keeping you here so that I can torture you.” “Then, I’ll ram myself into the wall,” Sherry said. He raised a brow. “Fine. Do it. I’ll wait.” Sherry was once again silenced. The anger and embarrassment rushed up to her mind and made her flush. Frustrated, she ran to
Sherry tried to move past the bodyguards as she screamed, “Wait a minute!” The man paused before he got into the car. He looked at her. Sherry pursed her lips. She stared at the man with anticipation and asked, “How’s Caprice?” “She’s good, but…” “But what?” “You are no longer worthy of being her mother, and you don’t have the right to call her name anymore. From now on, please call her Ms. Stockton. If I hear you calling her name, you won’t even get a drop of water.” His frosty voice subsided and he got into the car. The silver MPV then disappeared further away, leaving Sherry frozen on the spot. Even after the car disappeared from her sight, she remained standing. Ms. Stockton? The man wanted her to call her own daughter Ms. Stockton? …The silver MPV cruised steadily ahead. The man was holding Caprice in his arms. He went to Sherry’s place while Caprice was asleep. It was not because he wanted to bring the girl to her mother, but because the girl was being c
Once every two days? It was the worst form of torture! She would not starve to death because of the food, but she would never be full either. Disheartened, she curved her lips into a bitter smile and thanked the bodyguard. The bodyguard simply offered a piece of advice out of kindness. John would never order his bodyguard to tell her that the meal would only be delivered once every two days and that it would be wise for her to eat some and keep some for the next day to lessen the starvation. The bodyguard nodded and went out. Sherry opened the box. There was rice, some meat, and vegetables. Due to starvation, her appetite was no longer as big as it used to be. She simply had a few bites and no longer felt hungry. After she put the leftovers in the refrigerator, she returned to the couch. She felt a lot better now that she was not starving and the sudden comfort led her to sleep. …A few peaceful days went by, and John never showed up since then. Ever since the bo
Caprice pouted. “But I want Mommy to come back.” John pursed his lips. He looked at the girl’s pouty lips and sulky expression. It took him a while to say, “I will call her later and ask her when she is coming back.” It was impossible for Sherry to return now. The woman tried to steal Caprice away and put his mother in a comatose state. He would never let her come back to be Caprice’s mother. All he could do was cheer the girl up. The girl was still a toddler and had barely spent enough time with Sherry to remember her as her mother, so she would probably forget that Sherry was her mother as time went by. Caprice hummed a delightful reply when she heard her father. John smiled as he continued to tidy the girl’s hair. Then, he carried her back to his desk. While holding Caprice in his arm, he wore a serious look and said to the attendees of the meeting, “Go on.” The attendees immediately continued where they left off a while ago. John listened to his subordinates’ repo
John watched as the little girl diligently massaged Madam Stockton’s hands. His lips unconsciously curled into a smile. After a while, the girl started to sweat and breathe heavily. John said, “Caprice, you can stop massaging now. Take a rest.” Caprice shook her head. John furrowed his brows. “Come on, Caprice. Be a good girl.” Caprice pouted at him. “I want Grandma to wake up.” The little girl wore persistence on her face, which baffled John. The girl and her grandmother were not exactly close because he always kept her by his side. Theoretically speaking, the girl should not have invested so much effort into waking her grandmother up. Therefore, he asked, “Caprice, why do you want Grandma to wake up?” Caprice pouted and said meekly, “Grandma is sick, so Daddy is not happy. Caprice wants Daddy to be happy.” Ever since the girl’s grandmother was bedridden, her father rarely smiled. She wanted her grandmother to wake up because it would make her father happy. John was
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t