Emily was deeply surprised.Mr. Satan, such an accomplished man, had endured such a painful past.Emily opened her mouth in astonishment, "Is it because of the scars on your face?""Emily, I'm a man.""What do you mean?""For a man, a pretty face is never as useful as ability. My pain came from other sources, like betrayal."Emily recalled him saying something similar before.She nodded, "Your abilities are indeed strong now, truly.""I know," Mr. Satan nodded. "Ever since I met you, I told myself I had to become strong. Giving up is for losers; I must succeed."Emily nodded. She didn't say anything. They hugged together, understanding their minds without futher words....Sophia had been staying at Logan Morgan's villa these past few days.She was frustrated, sitting on the living room to watch TV, constantly switching channels, but her irritation remained.Nathan had announced the cancellation of their wedding. How dare he!Sophia felt like a climber who, halfway up the mountain and
At 2 PM, in Starbucks.When Emily arrived, Sophia was already there.Emily was not surprised at all. When it came to the divorce, Sophia had no choice but to beg her.Emily suddenly felt someone tug her arm from behind."Emily..."Startled, she turned around to see Nathan.He was still in his suit, clearly having just come from the office."It's hot outside," Emily pointed towards the café, "Let's go inside and talk."Nathan have already spotted Sophia sitting by the window. "Did you call her here?""Yes," Emily nodded, "This concerns the three of us. It's best to have everyone present to clear things up. Let's go."Emily pushed open the door of Starbucks, and the cool air from the air conditioner greeted them.Sophia had already seen Emily, as well as the "gentleman" Nathan, who was holding the door for Emily."Did you two come together?"Emily sat down across from Sophia without hesitation. "We just happened to meet at the door. Did you order anything?"Sophia's expression was unple
Everything was proceeding step by step according to her plan.Sophia managed to gather ten million. However, it wasn’t Sophia who came to deliver the money, but Grace.Grace still had her usual exquisite and elegant makeup. She wore expensive-looking jewelry on her neck, wrists, and ears, and was dressed in a blue long dress, looking every bit like a wealthy wife.Emily sat by the window in a café, observing her.Grace also observed Emily and smiled, "You really look a lot like your mother."“That’s not surprising,” Emily replied. “Mrs. Morgan, you came here instead of Sophia today. Do you have something to say to me?”Grace calmly stroked the bracelet on her wrist and went straight to the point, “Sophia isn’t very smart. She doesn’t see through your intentions and thinks you’ll divorce Nathan once you get the money… Emily, I’m not Sophia. Let’s be clear. What exactly are you planning?”Emily’s smile faded slightly. “How do you know I’m not really just after the money?”“Because you’r
When James Taylor received Olivia’s call, he already had an inkling of Emily’s intentions.Emily didn’t truly want Logan Morgan to be the chief designer of the shopping center; she had a bigger plan. However, James Taylor didn’t mind. He trusted Emily and had benefited greatly from Satan's sacrifices, so he was willing to cooperate with Emily unconditionally.James Taylor began contacting Logan Morgan while Emily continued her work.There were only four hours left until the concert. She followed Lucas’s team to the stadium and started applying makeup to Lucas backstage.“You haven’t rested well lately, have you? Your dark circles are quite noticeable.” Emily layered concealer to cover them up.Lucas sighed as he sat in the chair. “Emily, can you do me a favor?”“Huh?” Emily paused. “I’m just a makeup artist; what can I do for you?”“Of course, you can. Please, persuade Olivia to stop liking me. I’m really about to have a nervous breakdown because of the boss…”Lucas kept sighing. When
Convincing Logan Morgan was much easier than Emily had imagined.James Taylor said on the phone, "The key to breaking down someone's psychological defenses is to cater to their preferences. Logan Morgan is essentially a pompous man. Give him enough face, and he will be very happy."Emily merely sneered when she heard this. Even Grace understood his true color, but it was a pity that her mother never got to see Logan Morgan's true nature.What a shame.However, it might be for the best. If her mother had seen what a boring man the person she once loved turned out to be, she would have been deeply disappointed.James Taylor organized a grand induction ceremony for Logan Morgan, as Emily's instructions, in the ballroom of the Hilton Hotel. Thanks to Allen Parker, many celebrities were invited, turning the induction ceremony into a grand party.Logan Morgan wore a dark gray suit, his hair meticulously combed back. It looked as though his hair had been dyed, all jet black. He held a champa
The banquet had reached its later stages, and everything had settled. Grace had not done anything; she quietly sat in the audience, playing the role of a dutiful high-society lady.Emily was a bit disappointed. She thought Grace would at least do something. Had she really just accepted it like this?This wasn't like her."Olivia, I'm going to the restroom."Olivia nodded. "Do you need me to go with you?""No," Emily replied. "I can manage on my own."Olivia cautioned her, "Be careful; there are a lot of people today.""Alright."Emily headed towards the restroom.There weren't as many people as she had expected.While washing her hands, she saw a familiar purple figure in the mirror.She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Do you have something to say to me?"Grace had already locked the restroom door behind her and stood before Emily. "Emily, is this really necessary? Mutual destruction is the worst outcome.""What are you planning to do to me? I'm listening."Grace's gaze sc
It was a long time before Grace returned to the hall.By then, the hall was empty, the previous liveliness all but gone, with only a few staff members cleaning up.She walked over to one of the cleaners and asked, "Excuse me, has the banquet ended?"The cleaner seemed surprised. "Yes, it's over. Everyone has left.""Everyone? Mr. Morgan too?"The cleaner chuckled. "Of course, the banquet is over, so everyone has left."Grace frowned, her chest feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton.She had been outplayed by Emily once again.Emily's words successfully redirected all the anger toward her.Yes, it was true that she had locked the restroom door, but Emily delayed her long enough. By the time she finally managed to get away and return, Logan Morgan had already left.He had always played the role of a loving husband in public, never once leaving her behind.She pulled out her phone and called Logan Morgan.He answered quickly. "Hello?""Darling," Grace said softly, "where are you now?"
Logan Morgan returned home around 7 PM.Grace had spent four hours cleaning the house and preparing dinner, setting the table with food.Logan Morgan looked spirited and very happy. He walked in talking on the phone: "…I know… yes, I think so too… hahahaha, thank you so much…"Grace approached him, as usual, helping him take off his suit jacket and taking his briefcase. "You seem very happy today.""Grace, let me tell you, Mr. Taylor and I hit it off really well. Although Taylor's company is not as big as the Reed Group yet, he's secured a huge investment. Once his shopping mall is built, he’ll definitely be the top player in New York's real estate scene."Logan Morgan spoke while glancing at the dishes on the table, frowning slightly. "Just these dishes? Is there more?"Grace looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table and chuckled. "I didn't know what Mr. Taylor likes to eat. Is Mr. Taylor coming soon? What does he like? I'll make it right away.""Who said Mr. Taylor is comi
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