After Megan hid outside the country for over two months, she finally returned. When Celeste's live stream ended at night, she met Megan at a quiet bar for some deep conversation. "I've decided to follow my heart," Megan said after downing a glass of whiskey. She had an obedient-looking face, but she enjoyed hard liquor a lot. Every time Celeste was with her, the two of them never had any alcohol that was light or sweet. "Have you thought it through? Even if it means you wouldn't get his heart in the end?" The two knew each other too well. It was enough for Celeste to know what Megan wanted when she declared that. "As long as I stay by his side with no complaints, there will come a day where he'll fall for me. Even if it doesn't… Even if it means we can only be friends with benefits forever, I'll admit defeat." Megan chugged her whiskey again. Celeste reached out to hold Megan's hand and used her other hand to cover Megan's glass. "You would never have to stoop so low in
Clearly, Damon noticed her as well. "Come here," he said softly. Looking at him, he looked fragile and sorrowful. What happened? Celeste herself had suffered from countless hardships before. But watching Damon, who always had everything under control, experiencing sadness made her heart ache. She couldn't control herself as she walked toward him. "Something happened. I'll tell you about it on WhatsApp later. Please comfort him a little." Nicholas tactfully left them alone after whispering to Celeste.Celeste nodded before sitting across from Damon. "You're here, my wife." Damon was clearly drunk. He leaned on the table as he called out to Celeste. He sounded like a kid. Celeste didn't want to correct the words of a drunken man. She'd let him call her whatever he wanted. She went to the bar and got a bottle of water. Just then, she got a message from Nicholas. As she read through the details, Celeste frowned. Given her familiarity with Leah's character, what she'd done
It was already midnight when Winston reached home after having dinner with a client. He then got a call from Megan. "Mr. Belasco, can we meet somewhere outside? I just came back to Taverdale and brought a gift for you," she said graciously. There was no hint of fear in her voice anymore. Instinctively, he checked the time on his watch and asked, "Where?" "Come to the presidential suite of the Regalia Club," she said. It was 11:00 pm at night, yet she was asking him to collect his gift in a presidential suite. No matter how slow a man could be, they'd understand the underlying intention. Besides, Winston was a womanizer himself. He hesitated for a bit before replying with a smile, "Sure." …The door to the presidential suite was barely closed. The heater in the room was turned on. Megan was wearing a red silk slip dress as she lazily leaned against the sofa and sipped her drink. A muscle-pain relief patch covered the wound on her arm, which conveniently hid the word
Facing beautiful women, Winston could only react like any normal man would. He wasn't able to handle such teasing. Loving her and wanting to sleep with her were two separate matters. Winston grabbed Megan's left hand as he untied the bow. He then pulled her right hand over and tied her hands over her head.Her dress wasn't completely removed. One of her straps was pulled down to her arm, exposing a huge area of her pale and soft chest. The hem was pushed up to her waist, revealing her perfectly shaped legs. The sight would captivate anyone who laid eyes on them. Winston kissed her from the top to the bottom. He watched as Megan's face flushed scarlet while she panted softly. Having been tied over her head, her hands were clenched tight. Her nails dug into her palms, almost drawing blood. "Relax." Winston parted her fingers as he sucked on her neck. "Don't you have a boyfriend already? Why are you still so shy about this, huh?" Megan didn't say a word. She hadn't contac
Damon didn't expect John to have died an unnatural death. It was Leah's decision to sign and withdraw his treatment after several rescuscitation attempts in the ICU. He was busy taking care of Celeste back then. But after discovering Leah's schemes and tricks, he stayed away from her. Since it wasn't a natural death, it's possible that Leah chose the best timing to withdraw John's treatment. The reason behind that was apparent. Damon furrowed his brows. The Sullivans were the wealthiest family in Taverdale, so plenty of people from the underworld would be willing to work for them. Soon, Damon's suspicions were confirmed. The same strategy was used—she hired a thug to do her dirty work once again. Then, she provided him with a shady cab to kidnap their target. The cab was tampered with in the same manner. One thug encountered trouble on his way back after locking Celeste in a warehouse, while the other got into an "accident" shortly after picking Sherry up. Damon's eyes
The young man led Leah—who didn't know what was happening—into the car. As the car drove further away, they left the urban area. They then reached the suburbs where there were no streetlights. "Where are you taking me to?" Anxious, Leah's heart raced as she fumbled for her phone, only to realize that she couldn't make any calls."Don't bother. There's a device in the car that blocks out any signal." The young man sounded as if he was mocking her. "W-what are you going to do?" Leah's face paled. Terrified, she anxiously demanded. "Nothing, I'm just doing my job for someone who's inviting you to go somewhere." The car finally stopped at an abandoned garage. The young man exited the car, then went to open the door on Leah's side. "Don't… don't you dare hurt me." Trembling, Leah shrank further into the car seat and refused to get out. A few burly masked men appeared out of nowhere. They tied Leah's limbs up before dragging her out of the car. The terrified Leah instantly s
The news of Leah's disappearance was published by all the major media outlets. Everyone in Taverdale had heard about it—even Celeste. However, she had never been overly concerned with matters involving outsiders, so she didn't pay much attention. By the time Celeste heard of the news that Leah was found, the latter was already sent to the mental asylum. When the media reported the story, they made no effort to protect the image of the Sullivan family. Celeste was surprised by this. Upon learning of the condition Leah was found in, Celeste couldn't help but feel sorry for her.In those five days, the lady who had been pampered all her life had suffered from unthinkable forms of humiliation. Of course, Leah wasn't as kind, fragile, or pitiful as she appeared to be. She enjoyed depending on men with status and power. Not only did she love to compete with women, but she was also vicious in scheming against others. She deserved to be resented by others. But who exactly did
Celeste grabbed the bottle of tequila from the table and smashed it against the corner of the coffee table. Instantly, the liquor spilled, and the glass shards scattered everywhere. Only the upper half of the broken bottle was left in Celeste's hand. Celeste's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She reached out and clutched Damon's collar with her free hand. "She's in a mental asylum, isn't she? Which asylum is that?" "Don't be reckless, darling." Damon hugged Celeste and trapped her in his arms. "Let me go!" Celeste's voice turned cold. She struggled to free herself. "I'll do it! I'll make sure she lives the rest of her life in hell. Let me handle this!" Damon hugged her tight and comforted her. "She should die! She killed my child!" "Yes, she should die. I should die, too, for believing her words. Be good, don't hurt yourself." Carefully, Damon stretched his hand out as he tried to take the bottle away from her. Celeste wouldn't loosen her grip. "Good girl, give