Sophia suddenly reacted, terrified, "Is Nathan with you?""In a way." They were separated by a door, but technically in the same hotel."Nathan actually went to see you?! Wasn't he supposed to be at work? How is he with you?"Emily replied irritably, "That's a question you should ask him. After all, I'd love to know why he showed up here early in the morning too. And by the way, I'm on speaker, so Nathan can hear everything you're saying.""Nathan… I… I just…" Sophia's voice quivered with a hint of tears, "I was just saying things out of anger. Don't take them seriously. I thought Emily called just to gloat, and I couldn't stand it, so I said those things… none of it is true, please believe me!"No response.Sophia called again, "Nathan?""Stop calling," Emily laughed mockingly, "Sophia, stop acting. Yes, I had the speaker on, but sorry, I turned it off. If you want to explain yourself to Nathan, go ahead and call him. Also, please keep your fiancé from harassing me again."Sophia was
The land was vast, located in the city center, and Nathan had spent three hundred million dollars on it. He planned to build a large shopping center to make a substantial profit.But what did he see now?The workers who had been busy with construction were all standing aside. The excavators and bulldozers were parked off to the side, and the entire area was cordoned off. He was helpless."Boss, what should we do now?"Nathan's eyes were dark, "First, arrange a dinner with the government official in charge. Then find someone to bury some antiques on the Taylor family's land. Whatever he's done to me, I'll do to him."In the afternoon, Nathan received a call from his assistant."Boss, Mr. Davis said he can have dinner with you tonight. Where do you want to go?"Nathan sneered. He had expected the politician to refuse his invitation, but he agreed so quickly?He said coldly, "Wherever Mr. Davis wants to go, I'll go.""Okay."At 7 PM, Nathan looked at the message his assistant had sent hi
As soon as Nathan finished speaking, James Taylor's smile vanished instantly.The land Nathan referred to belonged to him. Mr. Satan had sold it to him at half the market price, and he planned to build a shopping center there. Nathan clearly hoped his project would fail too.Mr. Davis frowned thoughtfully for a moment and seemed to agree, "Nathan makes a valid point. We should indeed investigate. Mr. Taylor, what do you think?"James Taylor was a bit troubled, "There shouldn't be anything on my land.""Mr. Taylor, you just said you admired me. Why are you refusing now? What if there are artifacts under your land? Are you going to stop people from researching American history?" Nathan sneered, staring at James Taylor.James Taylor laughed helplessly, "You don't have to say it like that."Nathan spoke candidly, "Don't play dumb with me. We both know what's going on with my land. Mr. Satan knows even better. You two are making things difficult for me, do you expect me to just take it lik
From the beginning, this dinner was doomed to end in discord.Nathan stood up, sneered, and directly walked out the door. James Taylor tried to stop him but only said a few words without making any effort. As Nathan left, he couldn't be bothered to act anymore and happily drank his red wine."Taylor, what's going on with Nathan?" Mr. Davis glanced at Emily and then at James Taylor, "What's all this about?"James Taylor smiled, handed Mr. Davis a glass of wine, and chuckled, "Nothing. Nathan is a young man, a bit too impulsive and not rational enough. We understand him…"Mr. Davis, although a bit old-fashioned, was not stupid. He could infer some information from their conversation. Nathan's furious departure had something to do with Emily.Could it be that Emily and Nathan were once a couple? Did Emily abandon Nathan and find a new man? Affairs of young people are indeed complicated.Mr. Davis frowned and clinked glasses with James Taylor, "Nowadays, many women are always looking for
Leonardo da Vinci? He's undoubtedly one of the most famous painters in history. Even with money, his paintings are practically unobtainable now.Mr. Davis and Mr. Taylor's attention was immediately drawn to the painting on the phone. Emily finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped the awkwardness, but then she nearly choked on her drink in surprise again."My goodness!!! This painting looks authentic! Let me see it…"Emily watched Mr. Davis, his eyes shining, and then glanced at the water stains on her dress, sighing softly.With or without Nathan, this dinner was destined to be disrupted.Mr. Davis moved closer, sitting very near to Mr. Satan. His eyes were red with emotion, "This painting…""Is it real?""I'm ninety percent sure it's authentic," Mr. Davis almost cried, "I never thought I'd see an original one painted by da Vinci."Mr. Satan smiled as he put his phone away, "If you'd like to see it, I'll have the painting sent to your home tomorrow."Mr. Davi
The Reed villa was located in Manhattan, New York, adjacent to a wetland park, a neighborhood filled with the wealthy.Grace was very pleased with this location.She had Logan Morgan buy a villa nearby, just less than a hundred meters from the Reed household.Of course, the happiest person was Sophia. With Grace living nearby, even if Carol wanted to bully her, she could quickly find backup.Also, if she was unhappy at the Reed house, she could always go back.Today, the sunlight was just right. Grace brought in a cup of tea, placing it in front of Sophia, and sat down on the sofa, "This tea was a gift to your father. Try it."Sophia, however, had no interest in tea, "Mom, I don't want to drink it.""Stop making that face. Tell me, what's wrong this time?"Sophia, full of grievances, couldn't wait to pour it all out, "Mom, Nathan went to see Emily again."Grace paused her tea-drinking, "Did he tell you?""No, it's a bit complicated," Sophia sighed, her expression uneasy and tinged wit
Nathan stormed back to the Reed family's villa, his entire being radiating anger."Nathan, my son, weren't you going to work? Why are you back? Nathan, Nathan! Why aren't you speaking?"Carol followed him to the stairs, but Nathan didn't even turn his head. He went straight into the study.Bang—The door slammed shut, scaring Carol back. "Who are you mad at…"Carol muttered to herself as she returned to the living room, sighing heavily. She glanced at the pizza boxes on the table and sighed again.She used to complain that Emily hadn't gone to college and couldn't help Nathan in his career. But now Sophia was like a princess. She did no housework and didn't care about Nathan. The atmosphere at home had become increasingly tense.Carol had been harboring anger for some time. She had been served by Emily before, but now she had to clean up and do maid work because Sophia's stepfather had returned and Sophia had become more demanding!Carol gritted her teeth and began cleaning up the lef
In the past few days, Olivia has been extremely happy, and she hasn't even been late.Seeing her joy, Amanda smiled too: "Emily is coming to be Lucas's makeup artist. Is that why you're so happy?""Of course," Olivia laughed, "Emily is my best friend. Now that she's becoming a colleague, the days of being bullied by Allen Parker are finally coming to an end!"Knowing their relationship, Amanda raised an eyebrow but chose to remain silent.However, Lucas was not as pleased. His last concert was so sensational that his popularity skyrocketed, filling his schedule with work and interviews daily. He was so exhausted that he could fall asleep as soon as he sat down. Moreover, he was quite troubled by his executive agent, Olivia.Amanda had told him that Olivia was likely to become Mrs. Parker. So, Lucas had to treat Olivia with respect and couldn't let her do too much work, which increased his stress levels significantly."Amanda, can I change my executive agent? I'm afraid I might offend
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