No one expected the rope to break, and everyone was working beneath the bell without any precautions.
At a critical moment, Isabella broke into a cold sweat and felt her scalp tingle. She could leap away to avoid the disaster, but what about the crew members under the bell?
If the bell fell, everyone beneath it would be in danger.
There was no time to explain; the bell was about to fall.
Without thinking, Isabella decided to grab the rope that was about to snap. If she used her body weight to hold it, the support structure might stay upright, and the crew could stabilize the bell.
She quickly ran over and attempted to jump up to grab the rope, but it was too high, and she couldn’t reach it.
In her desperation, she noticed Cynthia, who was sitting in a wheelchair beside the bell.
Without a moment to waste, she leaped over, stepped on Cynthia’s shoulder, and used her height to jump higher and grab the fraying rope.
As the crowd a
"I didn't leak any of the family's business secrets. The massive losses of the company have nothing to do with me; it was her!" Isabella's eyes were slightly red as she defiantly stared at her father, Carlos, her fingers pointing at her stepmother, Regina.She had heard with her own ears how her stepmother colluded with an insider to embezzle ninety million from the family business. But before she could report it, her stepmother preemptively accused her, framing her for the crime. But she had no evidence, and her father didn't believe her at all.Now, she just wanted to gamble with her fate. Would her father choose to believe her, considering their father-daughter relationship all these years?But...‘Smack!’Father's slap came down hard, causing Isabella to fall to the ground. Half of her cheek immediately swelled high and red, with a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth."Get out, just get out of here! The Riveras don't have a daughter like you!" Carlos pointed angrily toward
The room was suddenly illuminated when Isabella switched on the light.The man lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, the glaring light shining on his face.Isabella was instantly captivated.She shouldn't be staring at this time, but this man was just too handsome.His wet hair hung over his forehead, but it didn't detract from his handsome brows and eyes, his straight nose, and smooth lips... His facial features melded together, flawless and perfect.Despite his pale complexion, it somehow accentuated his handsome face with a sickly beauty.Although his clothes were smudged with mud and stained with blood, they couldn't conceal the powerful aura emanating from him, making Isabella inexplicably feel that he exuded a noble king-like temperament.Suddenly, she noticed something sticking out of his chest pocket, and she was curious. She pulled it out and found two soggy pieces of paper.The papers were soft and damp. Isabella gently peeled them apart and carefully identified them. One t
Lucius was stunned, staring at her for a while before answering, "I don't know.""Ahem, you don't know?" Isabella was choked by saliva, seeing him so serious, it didn't seem like a joke.Did he have amnesia?She suppressed her ominous feeling and patiently coaxed, "Think about it, how did you get injured? Why were you lying at my doorstep? Where did you live before?"Lucius looked at her blankly, rubbed his forehead in contemplation for a while, and finally realized, "Oh right, I remember now."Isabella finally relaxed and comforted him, "Don't rush, take your time."Lucius looked at her innocently and replied, "Before, you tripped over my head, and I woke up. But now I really can't remember why I was lying in the rain."In other words, he blamed her for his amnesia because she tripped over his head.Isabella widened her eyes, clenched her fists, and shouted angrily, her voice ninety degrees higher, "You liar, are you a scammer?!"Not only did he have amnesia, but now he's also blamin
"Ah!" Isabella screamed, covering her eyes, then hurriedly covered him with the blanket, her face burning red with embarrassment. "You... you pervert!"Lucius 's voice sounded aggrieved. "You uncovered me, exposed me, and then call me a pervert. My clothes were cut off by you, my underwear is wet and bloody, so I had to take them off."Isabella, feeling both ashamed and furious, asked, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?""Why didn't you say you were uncovering me earlier?" Lucius retorted unapologetically.Isabella was completely defeated by this man. She raised her hands and nodded. "Fine, fine, I'm the perverted one here. So, for your innocence and safety, please leave, okay?"This time, the man closed his eyes and remained very quiet."Don't pretend!" Isabella walked up to him, shaking him gently. She noticed an unusual flush on his face and touched his forehead. It was burning hot. He had a fever.Isabella wrung her fingers in distress. He was burning up, and it didn't feel righ
"Cynthia is your biological sister. These past few days, she has been pleading for you every day in front of your father, hoping to bring you back. She treats you with all her heart, but how do you treat her?"Isabella saw the look of disappointment on Samuel's face, as if he regarded her as a bully who picks on the weak.Seeing Samuel's expression, Isabella felt as if her ears had suddenly gone deaf; she couldn't hear his scolding.All she could see was Samuel's face filled with anger and disappointment.Today, she truly witnessed what it meant to turn black into white and to accuse the victim.The one who betrayed first was acting all righteous and wronged, scolding her; she was framed by Cynthia, kicked out of her home, left homeless, and in the end, Cynthia was portrayed as some kind of saint.Isabella felt so angry she wanted to laugh.Seeing Isabella's pale face, Samuel felt that his tone just now might have been too harsh and softened his voice, "How are you doing now? Do you h
Isabella wondered. His injuries weren’t healed, and he had a fever—where could he have gone?He had no one to rely on, was suffering from a terminal illness, and like her, was homeless. Now, with his injuries and amnesia, his situation was truly dire.Earlier, she had driven him away out of anger. Maybe the saying ‘a sharp tongue but a soft heart’ really did apply to her.Calming down, she realized they were both in similarly difficult situations, and she felt a sense of empathy.Deep down, Isabella still felt sympathy for this man.She decided to go out and look for him, but then she heard the door open.The man stood at the doorway, dressed in casual sportswear. The sunlight from outside cast a golden glow on his tall figure. With a gentle breeze, he looked distinguished and elegant, exuding a noble aura.Isabella was momentarily dazed.Lucius slightly curled his lips into a smile and walked into the house with his long legs. “You’re back? It was stuffy inside, so I went out for a w
Lucius, unperturbed, responded, “Mm-hmm.”Isabella finally couldn't contain the overwhelming urge to punch him. She raised her small fists threateningly in front of him.Lucius, seeing the small, fair fists, blinked and coolly refused, “Arm-wrestle with me? No way, I’m still injured.”This statement reminded Isabella: was he deliberately provoking her to make her fall into a trap? If she accidentally hurt him more, he’d have an even better excuse to stick around.Catching herself just in time, Isabella grinned and continued shaking her fists, “Keep trying, you’ll remember eventually.”But she couldn't let him get away with everything. Smiling sweetly, she said, “You need a name. Since you can’t remember your past, I can’t just call you ‘hey,’ right?”After thinking for a moment, she suggested cheerfully, “I found you at the entrance of my house, so how about we call you Mucky?”Lucius’s face darkened, “Mucky?”He caught on quickly. Isabella stifled her laughter and switched tactics, “
Finally unable to resist, she approached and peeked through a crack in the door. Taking a deep breath, she was astonished by what she saw.Lucius was chasing a live fish around the kitchen with a knife...Lucius, being cautious of oil splatters, was honing his basketball skills by tossing lobsters into the hot oil...Lucius was putting on a show, smashing eggs with flair, yolks splattering...Lucius, pinched by a crab, was hammering away at it...But the most heart-stopping sight was Lucius's unique chopping technique, dangerously close to chopping off his own fingers...Unable to bear it any longer, Isabella shouted, "Stop!"Lucius paused, turning to look at Isabella, confidently saying, "Turns out, I've got quite the knack for cooking. Just hold on a bit. If you're hungry, you can try the two dishes I've already whipped up."He gestured towards the two plates on the table."What on earth..." she muttered, noticing they were charred black and still smoking."Charcoal?"Isabella cough
No one expected the rope to break, and everyone was working beneath the bell without any precautions.At a critical moment, Isabella broke into a cold sweat and felt her scalp tingle. She could leap away to avoid the disaster, but what about the crew members under the bell?If the bell fell, everyone beneath it would be in danger.There was no time to explain; the bell was about to fall.Without thinking, Isabella decided to grab the rope that was about to snap. If she used her body weight to hold it, the support structure might stay upright, and the crew could stabilize the bell.She quickly ran over and attempted to jump up to grab the rope, but it was too high, and she couldn’t reach it.In her desperation, she noticed Cynthia, who was sitting in a wheelchair beside the bell.Without a moment to waste, she leaped over, stepped on Cynthia’s shoulder, and used her height to jump higher and grab the fraying rope.As the crowd a
After finishing her costume, Isabella returned to the filming location for the next scene.As usual, Cynthia was the lead dancer, with the other dancers coordinating with her.The set was magnificent, with beautiful girls twirling and spinning like blooming flowers, creating a breathtaking display.However, an out-of-tune note disrupted everyone.Cynthia suddenly started dancing unevenly, stumbling and limping as if she were a cripple.Her facial expression was extremely bizarre, with grimaces and furrowed brows, showing immense pain.Her erratic movements made it impossible for the crew to continue filming the dance.Assistant Director quickly called for a cut and asked loudly, "What’s wrong with the lead actress? Did she sprain her ankle? Get the crew’s doctor over here!"Hailey hurried to help Cynthia sit down and began to help her remove her shoes.Cynthia immediately grabbed Hailey's hand, preventing her from touchi
Hearing Hailey’s words, Cynthia felt a secret thrill and repeatedly agreed, “Yes, Hailey, Isabella is our common enemy. We must never let her off the hook.”Thus, the two envious and scheming women united in their animosity.As for Cynthia’s plan to have the posts deleted, that was a story for another day. The Riveras tried every means to remove them, but none succeeded, as the behind-the-scenes boss who posted them was someone no one dared to cross.The next scene being filmed involved a dance.As the lead actress, Cynthia naturally took the central position in the dance.Isabella, playing the supporting role of the gentle concubine, had to dance behind the lead actress.Cynthia was once known as the ‘Dancing Goddess’ due to her passion for clubbing; in the glamorous nightlife, she was the most dazzling and seductive queen.However, the current production was a historical palace drama requiring ethnic dance skills.This partic
Lysander, a bit taken aback, asked, "Why not? Cynthia has set traps on set and secretly slandered Isabella. If you don’t replace her, are you just going to let Cynthia continue to make things difficult for your Isabella?"Lucius’s voice suddenly grew deep and frosty. "If we remove Cynthia from the role, the Riveras will pull their investment. That money is essentially owed to Bella by the Riveras, and it should be paid to her. Why should we let them take it back?"Lucius’s voice carried a barely perceptible cold smirk as he looked at the bathroom door, touching the wound Isabella had bandaged for him. Although the scab had fallen off, the psychological terror Isabella had endured that night from the Rivera family—those helpless, frightened eyes like a young deer—still pained him deeply.His voice, now subtly heavy, grew louder. “If the Riveras withdraws their funding, it won’t affect them much. I want Cynthia to stay in the production and continue playing the le
Faced with overwhelming evidence, Cynthia had no way to defend herself. Every trick she wanted to pull unraveled before she could even speak.Someone shouted, “Cynthia, you brought us all here to the assistant director’s office to slander Isabella, didn’t you?”The onlookers, who had been dragged into this mess by Cynthia, were now desperate to distance themselves from her. That shout was clearly directed at the assistant director, pleading for forgiveness and hoping he wouldn’t hold a grudge.The director and Producer Aileen remained silent, as the truth was already crystal clear. There was no need for them to say more. Cynthia was caught, with no escape.Panicked, Cynthia tried to bluff her way out. "That love letter was just a prank between my sister and me. Nothing actually happened, you're all overreacting—”“Slap!”Before she could finish her sentence, Isabella delivered a hard slap across her face, causing Cynthia to see stars and nea
The assistant director remained composed, standing firm as he gave Hailey a calm, steady look. “So, what you’re suggesting is that I’m having an affair with Ms. Isabella?”Hailey raised an eyebrow, her lips curling in a sneer. She stared at Isabella with contempt. “Exactly. I like to call things as they are. You two were alone in your office—what else could it be but an affair?”“Who said they were alone?” A cold, sharp voice suddenly interrupted from behind the assistant director.Everyone turned toward the source of the voice, and a woman stepped out of the office.It was none other than the assistant director’s wife, Producer Aileen, who also worked on the project.The onlookers were stunned.What was going on? Why was the assistant director’s wife here too?Producer Aileen looked calmly at Hailey, her expression unreadable. She asked coolly, “Isabella was in the office for less than a minute, and you’re claiming she and the assist
If Isabella tries to clear her name now, it'll only make things worse—who would believe her anyway?Cynthia is probably stirring up more trouble behind the scenes, and it seems like most of the crew has already bought into her lies.The only way to stop the rumors is to force Cynthia to confess, to make everyone see her ugly true nature.With that in mind, Isabella started thinking about how to expose Cynthia.Despite everything, she acted as if nothing was wrong, carrying on as usual, completely unfazed by the stares and mockery around her.But Cynthia was running out of patience. She wanted to deliver a fatal blow to Isabella, to get her kicked out of the production—and maybe even out of the entire industry. It was time to make a bigger move.That evening, just as the crew was wrapping up, Amy approached Isabella with a file and said, "Isabella, the director wants to discuss the script for Lady Lucia. He needs to go over the lines with you.”Isabel
Isabella almost thought she’d misheard. She stared at the director in disbelief and asked again, “I can play the second female lead?”The assistant director, with a smile in his eyes, confirmed, “Yes, you’re cast as the second female lead.”Then he shifted his tone, “Although the second female lead plays a villain, it’s a highly challenging role and one of the key pillars of this drama. If performed well, it will shine brightly and win the audience's sympathy, gaining you countless fans. But if performed poorly, it will become a one-dimensional, uninteresting character, leading to criticism and affecting your reputation, which could hinder your future prospects. So, are you up for the challenge?”The assistant director’s gaze was intense and full of anticipation.Isabella nodded vigorously, confidently replying, “Director, trust me.”“Good. I’ll announce the final casting list soon. The role of the second female lead is yours.” The assistant direct
In the heavy armor, Isabella felt as if her legs were filled with lead, making each step laborious.She took a deep breath, using her core strength to try and maintain a valiant appearance.After numerous adjustments and attempts, her steps began to look more confident and graceful. The armor, instead of seeming cumbersome, added a substantial and authentic feel to her portrayal.Unlike many productions that use lightweight, superficial props, this armor, crafted from real iron, was heavy and lent a genuine sense of the historical battlefield.The weight of the armor, though exhausting, contributed to the realism of her performance, making the historical context feel palpable.Every step she took was a struggle, but she carried herself with unwavering determination, her feet steady and resolute.The armored general she portrayed wasn’t grandiose like a mythical hero but had a commendable presence, showcasing the strength and dignity of a wom