Mr. Satan seemed to be in a particularly good mood.Emily guessed that the matter he mentioned was almost resolved, which made him more relaxed. Moreover, they had limited time together recently, and whenever possible, he would find a way to talk to her alone.He was considerate, though sometimes, in moments of passion, he found it hard to control himself. He always maintained enough restraint, never touching her belly. But his kisses were so intense that they left her breathless sometimes.Today was no different.After leaving the Norman family, Mr. Satan kissed her passionately in the car before reluctantly letting her go back to the Morgan family.When Emily walked in, her lips were red and swollen.In the living room, Herry was alone, watching TV with a bowl of popcorn.Emily glanced at the screen; it was a popular variety show where celebrities were playing games.Herry laughed out loud, scattering popcorn all over the floor.Emily frowned slightly.“I’ll clean it up myself later
The next morning, Emily received a call from Nathan.Nathan's voice was rough and slightly slurred, likely the aftereffects of a hangover."Emily, let's get divorced."She had heard these words from him six months ago. Back then, Nathan had looked down on her, and it was the beginning of the worst time in her life. She was thrown out of her home by her husband and mother-in-law, left to wander the streets with nowhere to go.Who could have guessed that hearing these words again six months later would bring her a sense of relief?Emily agreed, "Okay, I'll meet you at the city hall."Nathan didn't say another word and hung up.Because Mr. Satan had already told her about this last night, Emily was up early. After hanging up the phone, she quickly went downstairs.Grace was in the living room. She glanced at Emily, "Heading out so early? Going to meet Vincent?"There was a hint of probing in her tone.Emily gave her a broad smile. "Yes. Do you want to date him too?"Grace's face instantl
Nathan's breath still reeked of alcohol, and he swayed unsteadily. A passing pedestrian lightly bumped into him, causing Nathan to almost fall, only to be barely caught by a nearby tree.Squinting against the light, Nathan looked at Emily, "Emily, are you happy to see me like this?"Emily bit her lip, her tone icy, "It is meaningless. Let's get the divorce done."Nathan laughed bitterly, leaning against the tree and slowly squatting down, muttering, "It's all my fault. If I had cherished you, if I hadn't listened to my mother... Emily, would we still be together?""No 'ifs,'" Mr. Satan grabbed Nathan by the collar and lifted him. "Let's go."For the first time in six months, Emily found herself sitting next to Nathan again.The clerk gave them a cursory glance and asked, "Are you both sure about this? Once the divorce is finalized, there's no going back. You're still young, and it's normal to have conflicts...""Thank you, but we won't regret it," Emily said. "This is our divorce agre
Satan was clearly upset.Though he drove smoothly, Emily knew he was suppressing something.Maybe his face under the mask really troubled him.But in moments like these, words of comfort felt empty.Emily opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing. They drove in silence until Satan took her back to the Norman family.Meggie was delighted to see them. "Bella, ask the chefs to prepare some good food."Bella smiled, "I saw Vincent's car outside earlier, so I already informed them. The food should be ready soon.""Great. Emily probably didn't eat well at the Morgan family, so we need to make sure she gets good nutrition... Vincent, why are you so quiet?"Satan had been silent the whole way. "Grandma, you've done everything for me. What's left for me to do?"Meggie laughed heartily, "Are you jealous? I'm just looking out for Emily, hoping you two will be happy. By the way, I'm meeting a famous Gypsy in a few days. She is good at predicting marriages. Emily, will you come with me?"Emil
Emily blushed again at the comment.Meggie laughed heartily, "You're not even married yet, and you're already thinking of having Emily help manage your siblings? If you weren't my grandson, I'd throw you out for bullying our Emily."With Bryden and Janet's antics, along with Meggie's jokes, Satan's mood gradually lifted.He chuckled, "Grandma, you're being too biased. Anyone who didn't know our family would think Emily was your real granddaughter, and I'm just the grandson-in-law.""Vincent is right, Meggie. You shouldn't be so biased," Mandy suddenly interjected.The atmosphere turned awkward with her comment.Meggie frowned, "Mandy, you seem to have something on your mind today."Mandy smiled faintly, "How would I dare?""If you have something to say, just say it. We're family. I don't have the energy to guess your thoughts."Just then, Alex walked in.He seemed to have just returned from work, dressed in a black suit, with a slight hint of fatigue at the corners of his eyes. But se
Meggie was trembling with anger, "Mandy, you...""Mom, I am Alex's wife, the lady of the Norman family. You just said it yourself, I am Vincent's mother, so I cannot ignore his marriage. This Emily is a bad person. She's already married and yet she's gotten involved with Vincent. She's eyeing the wealth of our Norman family. Such scheming women cannot marry into our family! Even if you hate me now, for the future of the Norman family, I must stop this!" Mandy's impassioned speech left Meggie speechless, only able to gasp for air.Emily hurried over to pat Meggie's back to calm her down. Bella fetched a pill from the cabinet. "Take this pill."Meggie swallowed it, and after a few minutes, she felt a bit better.Alex was getting anxious, "Mom, are you alright?"Meggie pushed him away, "You take care of your loose-tongued wife, and I'll be just fine!"Alex stumbled back. Being filial, he continued, "Mom, what Mandy said is not wrong. Emily is not a good person...""Don't be so foolish!"
"Vincent, how could you become like this?" Alex looked at Mr. Satan incredulously. "Mandy is my wife and your mother. How could you...""Dad," Mr. Satan's tone was icy. "You defend your wife, and I defend mine. If your wife can't be slandered, can mine be slandered?"Alex was momentarily speechless. "Vincent, Why do you like Emily? Do you know she's been married before?""Who said she's been married?" Mr. Satan chuckled coldly. "You haven't even verified the source of the news, let alone its authenticity. You shouldn't hastily jump to conclusions. This is something you taught me when I was starting out in business. Have you forgotten?"Mr. Satan's words finally brought Alex back to his senses.The news that Emily had been married to Nathan came from Mandy, who had shown him the marriage certificate, but he hadn't personally verified it.His gaze slowly shifted towards Mandy.Mandy, angered, said, "Alex, what are you thinking? Do you suspect I'm deliberately framing Emily?""No, Mandy,
Emily spoke gently and respectfully, which Alex found pleasing."Emily, you're so polite. Looks like Mrs. Morgan taught her daughter well.""I'm not related to Mrs. Morgan by blood. I was raised by my foster father and uncle. Mrs. Morgan is my foster father's ex-wife who later remarried Mr. Morgan."Alex paused, "Oh, I see now...""Yeah, my foster father's not in good health. He's been in hospital since his surgery. I had nowhere else to go. Mr. Morgan works at Taylor Group, his daughter and I are friends, so he let me stay his house."Emily explained her past.She only stated facts, leaving Alex to draw his own conclusions."Grace abandoned her penniless husband and seduced Mr. Morgan. Now she's trying to harm her husband's daughter."Alex frowned deeply, "Mrs. Morgan's quite cunning and lacks moral character. Mr. Morgan seems like a fake gentleman too! They're a despicable couple!"Emily kept her thoughts to herself.Logan and Grace's true faces should be exposed."Since that's the
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