Mary leaned her head against the car window, her face pale from the strain of the memories swirling in her mind."Mary darling, I know the journey has been long, but once we're settled, you'll start to enjoy your new home," Catherine said gently from the passenger seat, while Peter drove the black M
Mary lay back down, her body aching from the long trip. She felt safe with Peter, like he was the one constant in her life. She was grateful for his presence.A few minutes later, Peter returned. "The bath is ready. Come on, I'll help you get in. But first, let's wrap your wrist so it doesn't get we
"Haha, you don't even know who I am, do you?""No, and I don't care. I'm not naïve; my future husband surely had many lovers, but today, we're uniting our lives forever, and you'll be left in the past.""Oh, Mary, you're almost cute. I want you to remember this: I'm Alexia Levett, and I'm Maximus's
"Sweetheart, you made a deal with Maximus, and you need to honor it. My grandson doesn't deserve to be left at the altar. He'll be there waiting for you—I know it!""How do you know, Grandma?""I just do. He won't leave you standing there. You need to hold up your end of the deal and keep winning hi
Emma, seeing that Catherine had left, started walking back toward Maximus's mansion. Just as she reached the driveway, she heard her name being called."Emma, wait. I'll take you home. I'm heading back to the mansion myself," Maximus's voice was cold, making her shiver."Sir, I don't want to trouble
"After we got Alexia out, the missus was ready to leave. She didn't want to marry you anymore. She was heartbroken. Your grandma asked me to go tell the judge to wait, and when I came back, your grandma had managed to convince her to go through with the wedding. I don't know what they talked about,
The following morning, Matthew woke up with a pounding headache. He had spent the entire night trying to figure out how to end Alexia's contract without sparking a full-blown disaster. He knew very well that once he informed her, Alexia would lose control, and he dreaded being the one to deliver the
Mary woke up after a long nap, feeling relaxed. Peter had been right—the lavender oil had helped soothe her. Perhaps it was the change of environment, or maybe it was having Catherine and Peter close by. She knew she had to be strong and recover quickly so she could see her grandfather again. Whatev
After a few emotional minutes at Peter’s final resting place, Marcus Bartz gently urged Valerie to leave. The security team had signaled that someone was loitering nearby—a risk Marcus couldn’t afford.“My beloved Valerie, we need to go. It’s dangerous to stay here,” Marcus said, his eyes scanning t
After half an hour of driving, a convoy of three SUVs arrived at the entrance of Flavian Cemetery. From the lead vehicle stepped the striking couple, returning to Valentia after what felt like an eternity away.The man took the woman’s hand and helped her out of the SUV. A bodyguard handed them the
[In Ambervale, two decades later]In a private hangar at Flameco Airport in Eterna, a strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair descended from a sleek private jet. Ahead of her was a tall, commanding man with sharp, rugged features, his face partially covered by a neatly trimmed beard and a p
In Ambervale, two months had passed since Albert’s death, and Agent Count had finally uncovered key information related to Albert Preston’s arrest.“Mrs. Catherine, can we meet? I have something I believe will interest you. I’ve sent part of it to your email, but it’s imperative you see the rest in
Peter and Mary arrived home in Galea after their long journey. Mary was still fragile, so Peter had instructed the staff to provide her with all the help she might need. Agnes, ever attentive, had prepared a delicious meal, knowing the expectant mother needed nourishment. She felt it was her duty to
Maximus arrived in Valeria and went straight to see Alexia. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her anger, but he hadn’t expected to find her in loose clothing, her eyes and nose red from crying. When his gaze fell on her swollen belly, he felt like the most miserable man alive. She was the mother o
As Marcus learned of Albert Preston’s death, Catherine retreated to her bedroom, carrying the urn holding the ashes of the man who had been her last love. Meanwhile, Peter lay on the bed, gently stroking Mary’s hair. The soothing motion had helped her relax enough to sleep, so Peter remained still,
Marcus Bartz had just settled into a luxurious house along Coravela’s Arcfield Boulevard, overlooking the beach. The property offered stunning ocean views and was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems.It was a sprawling house for a man living alone, and his sudden arrival didn’t go unnot
Hours later, Catherine, Leonard, and Maximus returned to the mansion with Albert’s ashes in a beautiful white onyx urn. Catherine held it as if her life depended on it, her grip tight, her expression stoic. She longed to retreat to her room, where she could grieve in private. Life, it seemed, had de