Herry felt a bit overwhelmed by all the compliments. Inside the haunted house, he hadn't spoken much and had been tightly holding Emily's hand.Whenever a "ghost" appeared, Emily would shield him from view; when there were puzzles to solve, she would venture ahead on her own to figure them out before guiding him forward."No, it wasn't me, actually..."Herry was about to defend himself when he heard Grace's voice nearby: "Herry! Mommy's here, don't be scared!"At the sight of Grace, Herry broke down. Tears welled up instantly in his eyes. He pushed through the onlookers and rushed into Grace's embrace. "Mom!""Don't cry, sweetheart. Have you been mistreated? Don't be afraid, we're all here. If someone's been bullying you, your dad will set them straight!"There was an implied meaning in her words, and Logan Morgan caught on.He gently patted Herry's head, full of concern, his expression serious. "Yes, Dad's right here. Has that woman been bullying you? What did she do to you?"Herry w
"Hello, I'm Herry's father, Logan Morgan."Emily looked at the stern middle-aged man in front of her and nodded slightly. "Hello, I'm Emily Carter, but I used to be Emily Morgan when I was a child."Emily had imagined what it would be like to meet her father.She thought they would embrace tearfully, perhaps her father would repent for his actions. But she never expected that their first private conversation would start with introductions.Logan Morgan's expression changed slightly upon hearing her words, but he quickly regained composure and gestured politely. "Hello, Miss Carter, I'd like to talk to you about something. How about having a cup of coffee?""Okay."Understanding that he wanted to discuss something about Herry, Emily nodded.The coffee shop at the amusement park was crowded, but there was a secluded table in the corner, perfect for a conversation.The waiter handed them menus, and Logan Morgan asked her, "What would you like to drink?"Emily chuckled softly. "Just hot m
She had finally awaited this day.Emily wiped her face, feeling a slight dampness on her hands.She had imagined her meeting with her father many times before. She thought he would take her to a fancy café and tell her interesting stories from Europe.Unfortunately, she had guessed the beginning but not the ending."Emily."Emily turned around to see Mr. Satan standing behind her.They were at an amusement park, where many people wearing masks were performing, so he didn't appear too out of place, and no one looked at him strangely."Mr. Satan.""Emily, don't cry. Let's go home."She defiantly lifted her head. "I'm not crying."Mr. Satan came over and took her hand. "Alright, no tears, Emily is the strongest."They walked forward together, but her vision was already blurred with tears, and her voice choked up. "Did you wait long?""Not long. I've been waiting for you for over a decade. Waiting is nothing to me.""Mr. Satan...""Hmm?" He stopped and turned to her. "What did you want to
"Bert, did my father wake up today?"Bert, supporting her, said excitedly, "A few days ago, I noticed his fingers moving, and later he could even slightly move his feet. The doctor said he might wake up, but you were working, and I didn't want to disturb you. Today, he suddenly opened his eyes and spoke! Emily, your masked friend is really amazing; he managed to connect us with some incredible doctors. Look, your father really woke up!"It was Satan again."Emily, we should thank him properly. Should we invite him to dinner?"Emily thought for a moment and said, "He's quite busy; he might not have time."Bert nodded, "Yes, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person; his status must be quite exceptional, right? He's definitely busy. How about... do you know what he wants? Even though we don't have much money, we can express our gratitude."What did Mr. Satan want?After thinking it over, the only thing Mr. Satan had mentioned to her was that he wanted a child.Emily looked down at her bel
Emily listened quietly, her brows furrowing suddenly.Something didn't add up.Everyone assumed that Grace and Logan Morgan had both betrayed their families and then got together. But at that time, Logan Morgan was still a poor man trying to make it big. Why would Grace choose to elope with a poor man?She remembered hearing from neighbors in her childhood that Grace divorced because she found a wealthy man. So, did Grace have another man before marrying Logan Morgan?"What was the reason for Grace's divorce?"William frowned visibly, clearly unwilling to discuss it further.Bert couldn't contain his anger. "Emily is an adult now; we should let her know the truth. If you won't say it, then I will."Emily remained silent, waiting for him to continue.Bert sighed deeply and continued, "Grace and William were never compatible. William worked as a security guard, earning a modest salary. Grace was an ambitious woman who always wanted to marry into wealth. After giving birth to Sophia, she
The day after receiving the notification, Emily saw the news."Reed Group President is Going to Get Married! The Background of the New Bride is Powerful!""Nathan Reed is Getting Married! What's the Background of the New Bride?"The media always liked to cover some tabloid news, whether it was celebrity scandals or the affairs of millionaires.Nathan fell into the latter category.As Emily browsed the news on her phone, she was in the kitchen cooking chicken soup, preparing to bring it to William.Olivia, following Satan's orders to accompany Emily, was helping her simmer the soup in the kitchen."Nathan is quite funny. It's just a wedding, but he seems to want everyone to know he's getting married. I think he wants you to see this news."Emily took a bite of an apple. "Who knows, but I doubt it's related to me.""True," Olivia rested her chin on her hand, watching the steam rise from the pot, "He's probably doing it for his father-in-law's sake. After all, Logan Morgan is a celebrity
The chicken soup was ready, and Emily set aside some in the fridge. Then she sent a text to Mr. Satan: [I'm going to a concert tonight. Dinner is in the fridge; you can heat it up in the microwave.]Mr. Satan replied: [What time does the concert end? I'll come pick you up.][No need, I can come back on my own.][What time?][Really, no need...][What time?][I'm going with Olivia to the concert, she can drop me back.][What time?]Three consecutive "What time?" messages emphasized his determination.Emily chuckled lightly and compromised: [Around 11 pm.][Okay.]Putting away her phone, Emily picked up the food container and left with Olivia.They first went to the hospital to deliver soup to her father and uncle, then hurried off to the arena.Upon arrival, Olivia got out of the car first and opened the door: "Emily, wait here for a moment. I'll go in and get your staff pass."Emily nodded. "Alright."Olivia opened the car door and quickly disappeared into the back entrance of the are
Emily knew what Olivia was up to. She took a step back. "Don't look at me, I'm not going to go annoy anyone. Lucas has his own makeup artist. I can't go and disrupt someone else's work.""Oh, come on, just give it a try. I think you're right!"Emily instinctively wanted to run. Although she acknowledged her talent for makeup, she didn't believe she could compare to a professional makeup artist.During car shows, there were many models, and their makeup was relatively uniform, so the job didn't require stringent skills. But dealing with a star was different, especially with Lucas being the hottest male celebrity—any flaw in his makeup would be heavily scrutinized.Most importantly, she wasn't getting paid for this job today.She was becoming more practical. Today, she was just accompanying Olivia to the concert; she didn't want to work without pay and face criticism.Emily continued to retreat, and Olivia reached out to grab her, but Emily dodged away."Hey, Emily, where are you going?
One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind. Guests began to arrive, the first among them being Allen and Olivia, who had just returned from their honeymoon. They entered, hand-in-hand, faces glowing with happiness. Olivia had transformed over the last year. Now a poised and capable woman, she’d embraced her role in helping Allen manage the family business, but her girlish side was still evident. “Emily!” Olivia squealed as she hugged her f
"Three years ago, I nearly died." Emily snatched her passport back from Sophia’s hand. "This British couple is my family. They’re good people. They saved me and took me to England."She held the passport firmly. "And yet, you still wouldn’t let me go. You went to every length to forge my death certificate.""Do you all want to know why they wouldn’t leave a ‘dead’ woman alone?" Emily let out a bitter laugh. "Because this was their only chance to inherit the wealth I left behind.""I didn’t die; I’m alive and back to reclaim what’s rightfully mine. This time, no one will hurt me. Sophia, you and your mother won’t steal my inheritance, and you won’t ruin my wedding. Now, the ceremony continues."Satan stood in the grand hall, watching the strong, fearless woman Emily had become, a wave of unspeakable joy rising within him. His woman had become powerful.Dressed in a white gown, Emily walked slowly toward Satan, accompanied by Bert. The small diamonds on her gown sparkled under the light
“I know,” Emily said firmly.When Vincent slid the ring onto her finger, she felt a flash of disbelief. She’d expected Sophia to pull something, but Vincent’s unwavering stance took her by surprise. It’s over—everything’s finally over.Emily’s eyes glistened with tears.The priest’s voice resonated, “The groom may now kiss the bride…”Emily lowered her head, tears shimmering on her lashes. Vincent leaned in, kissing away the tear before it fell.Applause thundered through the church, and the priest laughed. “Go on, kiss her; she’s yours now.”Vincent didn’t hesitate, pulling Emily into a kiss. “You’re my wife, Emily. Finally.”Emily smiled through her tears. “Yes, I’m finally your wife.”Vincent turned with Emily still in his embrace, facing the crowd. “Emily and I are together now, and nothing will ever come between us again.”The guests watched, Meggie wiping tears of joy from her eyes.But Sophia wasn’t about to let things end on such a perfect note. Her face twisted with such fury
Dylan was right.Three days later, Emily Carter and Vincent Norman were to be married. With Meggie as the wedding’s head organizer, invitations bore Emily's name, revealing to everyone that Miranda—the talented designer making waves at the Pritzker Architecture Prize—was indeed Emily.The announcement stunned all of New York and the entire architecture community. So Miranda is really Emily? People couldn’t believe the city’s most eligible bachelor, Vincent, had been swept off his feet so quickly.The Norman family, known for their longstanding legacy, hosted an extravagant guest list. Alex greeted everyone warmly, while Mandy barely cracked a smile. She was still fuming—she’d barely started her schemes with Grace to find Vincent a “suitable” bride, only to be blindsided by this wedding! She muttered, “Wasn’t he supposed to be so deeply in love with Emily? Now he’s marrying someone else so fast?”Meggie overheard and firmly replied, “The bride is Emily.”“Oh, come on, Mom. She’s not—”
Emily suddenly felt super self-conscious. “Fine, I’ll drink it. But after I’m done, go back to your office!”With that, she tilted her head back and gulped down the entire glass of lemon water in one go. She quickly shoved the empty glass back into Vincent's hands, saying, "There, all done!"Vincent's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Great. Come to my office at lunchtime," he said with a hint of mischief.Emily frantically tried to signal him with her eyes, mouthing, “People are watching!”Vincent seemed completely unfazed and continued, “It’s freezing outside, so don’t go out. I already asked Dylan to pick up lunch for us; he’ll bring it up, and we’ll eat together.”“...Okay.”He’s gotta be done now, right? Emily thought to herself, hoping he’d leave before the entire office saw this unfold live.“Oh, one more thing,” Vincent added nonchalantly, “Don’t rush off after work. We’ll swing by and pick up your uncle first, then head to my place for dinner with my dad and Meggie.”Emily blink
As soon as Allen left the hospital room, Jackson turned pale and, with a sudden heave, threw up everything he’d just eaten, leaving a mess on the floor.The young nurse, no older than twenty, panicked and rushed toward the door to call a doctor, but Jackson stopped her. “Stay,” he commanded.The nurse looked at him with wide eyes, almost on the verge of tears as she saw his ashen face. “Sir, if you’re unwell, you really should let the doctor check—”“I’m not unwell,” Jackson replied, his voice cold, with a glint of harshness in his eyes. The nurse flinched slightly at his intense gaze.“Are you scared of me?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.“N-no, not at all,” the nurse stammered, shaking her head. “It’s just…”“Don’t worry about it,” he said, a faint sneer forming. “Fear is natural. I’ve never been the nicest person, and I don’t pretend to be.”“Oh no, you’re a good person, sir! You… well, you pay me well,” she replied hesitantly.“Money alone doesn’t make someone good,” Jacks
The projects across the company were running smoothly. Ken managed the technical aspects, and Daniel handled administration and overall decision-making. Even during Satan's three-year absence, The Great Wall Group retained its position as New York’s leading business powerhouse.As Emily browsed the recent news on her phone in the car, it was clear the city was engulfed in Christmas cheer, bright and bustling.Satan glanced over. “Any plans for Christmas?”She paused. “Not really. I’ll probably just stay in and watch TV with Bert.”He nodded without pressing further. Emily wondered what had prompted him to ask; he’d usually spend Christmas with his family.A slight smile crept across her face, but her expression held a tinge of sadness. The people in her life seemed to be growing fewer by the year. Christmas used to be difficult but joyful, a shared warmth despite the hardships. This year, it felt especially lonely. Sophia had long severed ties with the family, and William was gone. It
Jackson cut her off. “Then let me take you to meet my family! You’re amazing—they just don’t know you yet. Once they do, they’ll definitely support us being together. That way, we won’t have to choose, and we can stay together, right?”“What if they still don’t agree?”“I’ll talk to them. I’m committed to you for life. They’ll have to come around, whether they agree or not!”Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “But I don’t agree.”Jackson felt a pang of panic. He tried to sit up to reach her hand, but his body was still confined by the plaster, immobilizing him completely, and he was forced to lie back down. “Emily, are you worried because my parents don’t like you? If I love you, their initial reservations don’t matter; they’ll come to accept it.”“That’s part of it,” Emily admitted, “but there’s a more important reason…”A sinking feeling came over Jackson. “…What is it?”……Weather forecasts are rarely reliable, but this time, it turned out to be spot on.By evening, the sky was filled
Emily didn’t say anything, but her mind was a mess.“You don’t need to say so many sentimental things,” she replied softly. “For Meggie’s sake, I’ll go through with the wedding. Don’t worry.”“But I don’t want a fake wedding,” Satan replied. “I want it to be real.”The elevator stopped on the ground floor.Emily stepped out first, and unlike the warmth of the room upstairs, cold snowflakes were now drifting down outside, and the air felt sharp against her skin, like knives slicing across her face.Standing at the Hilton’s entrance, she asked, “Did you drive here?”“I took a cab.”“Did you sneak out again?”Satan shrugged with a wry smile. “Dylan’s been keeping too close an eye on me.”With no other option, Emily walked to the curb and flagged down a taxi for him, signaling for him to hurry up.“To St. Mary’s Hospital, please,” she instructed, then turned back to him. “When you get there, have Dylan call me to let me know you arrived safely, okay?”He nodded. “And what about you? What