They hugged for a moment, and Satan couldn't hold back anymore.He was a normal man. Now their bodies were close together. Her breath sprayed on his neck, each breath seemed to tease his tense nerves.Emily also noticed and quickly pushed him away, "Do you want to go to the balcony to cool off a bit?"Satan bit her jelly-like lips impatiently, "Are you sure?""I'm not sure, but..." Emily gestured towards the "tent" in his crotch, "You can't stay like this all night, can you?"Of course, he knew he couldn't continue like this.He was about to lose control soon.He kissed her once and let her go, "I'm going to take a cold shower."Emily watched him walk into the bathroom and stood there holding the blanket, lost in thought for a moment.She had been married for four years, but only now could she truly understand what it felt like to be loved.Love wasn't expressed through words. Even if a man had never said "I love you," you would never doubt it. Because you were sure in your heart that
The atmosphere in the Reed family villa was oppressively tense.Everyone could see that Nathan had been in a foul mood ever since they returned from the concert.He had made an agreement with Sophia to go look for Emily, only to see her hurrying off in another direction, seemingly eager to find someone. Nathan immediately went after her but was stopped by some media reporters who asked him a bunch of questions.As the CEO of the Reed Group, he had to maintain a good image in front of the media. He had just announced his wedding plans with Sophia and couldn’t afford to be seen with Emily, as it would damage his reputation.He had no choice but to stop, keep smiling, and deal with the reporters' questions, talking about how much he and Sophia were in love and how pleased her stepfather was with him.While his face wore a smile, his heart was burning with anger.These reporters were deliberately sent by Sophia!They were really annoying.By the time he finally got rid of the media, the c
“What are you doing?”The bedroom was very dark. Nathan turned on the light as he entered and saw the floor covered in torn paper.Sophia froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "My parents don’t know about the news yet, do they?"She didn’t answer his question. Nathan didn’t care about her emotions either.If she wanted to tear up paper, let her.“They shouldn’t know yet,” Nathan said, walking over and sitting down at a distance from Sophia, stepping on the shredded tissue paper.It was obvious he didn’t want to sit too close to her.Sophia gritted her teeth, trying hard to control her temper.On the day of the concert, she had put on her best makeup, spent money to invite many reporters, and even convinced Nathan to accompany her to the concert. Her goal was to have their loving relationship widely reported, letting everyone know she was about to become Mrs. Reed. But all her plans were ruined by Emily again!Everything had been going according to her plan until, suddenly, eve
Leaving the bedroom, Nathan walked into the study and immediately close the door behind him.He turned on his computer, logged into his email, and saw a message from a private investigator.The email contained a few photos, though not very clear, he could still vaguely see a masked man driving a car with Emily sitting in the passenger seat.He dialed a number.The call was quickly answered. "Mr. Reed.""Hmm," Nathan grunted. "Any new leads?""Yes, a bit," the private investigator, who had taken Nathan’s money, initially thought this would be a simple task, but it turned out to be quite difficult. The masked man was very cautious, doing almost everything in secret, making it hard to get any photos.However, last night he finally found a break.He had bribed a newly employed waiter at the Hilton Hotel who provided the room number of the masked man and Emily."Room 2307?""Yes," the private investigator said. "I’ve found out that it’s a presidential suite that has been rented out long-te
Nathan finally understood Grace's intentions.Grace first persuaded him to have a wedding, making him acknowledge the legitimacy of Sophia’s unborn child. Finally, she pushed him to divorce Emily and then legally marry Sophia.Nathan shook his head. "Why don’t you come work at my company? Your conversational skills are exceptional. You could work in my PR department."Grace pretended not to understand his sarcasm, but she knew what Nathan meant. He still didn’t want to divorce Emily.Having a wedding was just to create public pressure. But only after registering their marriage would Sophia have a claim to the Reed family’s assets.Nathan was not foolish; he wouldn't complete the final step of divorcing Emily. Grace had no immediate solution to this.But that was fine. Her greatest strength was patience.She had endured for over a decade by Logan Morgan’s side, and this time things would be no different. She would find her opportunity.Men shouldn’t be forced; otherwise, they would bec
This time, she touched his face more carefully.Mr. Satan had excellent bone structure. His brow bone was high, his nose straight, and his jawline sharp. Without the scar on the right side of his face, his looks would rival any male celebrity’s.Her hand gently caressed the scar. Her touch was like a feather, her fingertips warm and tender.“Are you afraid?” In the darkness, Mr. Satan's voice held a trace of tension. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he asked.Emily shook her head. “I’m not afraid. The scar isn’t your fault; the blame lies with the person who hurt you.”Mr. Satan stroked her soft hair and sighed contentedly. “Emily, thank you. Let’s sleep.”“Are you tired?”“No, I’m worried you might be.”Emily obediently lay in his arms and closed her eyes.In truth, she wasn’t tired. She had spent the entire day at home. This room had no internet or TV signal. Aside from cooking and sleeping, she had done nothing, so she wasn’t sleepy at all.But she knew Mr. Satan had scars not o
Emily refused again, "No need, he will tell me himself."Nathan suddenly let out a mocking laugh, "Emily, do you really trust him that much?""He's my man, the father of my child," Emily said. "You need to face reality. You're only obsessed with me. You don't really like me...""I do like you! Emily, I do like you!" Nathan suddenly rushed over, grabbing her shoulders, agitated. "Why don't you believe me? What do I have to do to make you believe?"Emily struggled, "You don’t need to do anything. We're really, really over.""Impossible," Nathan said coldly. "As long as we’re not divorced, you’re still my wife, and you will come back to me eventually."Ring-ring—Emily's phone rang.Her phone was casually tossed on the living room sofa by Nathan.Emily looked at him. "Can I answer the phone first?"Nathan stared at her for a long moment, finally releasing her.Emily quickly hid the small knife up her sleeve and slipped out to answer the phone. "Hello?""Hello, is this Emily?"It was a st
Amanda happily agreed. "Alright, I understand. I look forward to your reply."Emily nodded. "Okay."The conversation was pleasant, but Amanda found it a bit odd. Nathan, who was about to get married, appeared in a woman’s room with a menacing expression. It was definitely more than ordinary concern.However, Amanda didn't want to stir up trouble. She had achieved her goal and was ready to leave. She didn’t want to see or hear anything that could cause her trouble.Emily escorted her to the door.Before leaving, Amanda coughed lightly and softly reminded her, "A girl living alone should prioritize safety. Sometimes the oldest methods are the most effective, like using a sofa to block the door."Emily’s eyes lit up. Smart people didn’t need to say much to understand each other."Thank you, Amanda.""You're welcome. Since I also live alone, I have some experience. I mean no offense, just sharing advice. Don’t overthink it."Emily nodded. "I understand."After Amanda left, Emily closed th
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