Emily's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.Everything was dark around her, with only a small light on the car roof.The dim light cast a shadow over half her face, making her look even more pale and haggard.Jackson frowned and softened his voice, “Emily…”“Thank you, Jackson,” Emily forced a smile. “Whatever the truth is, I can accept it. My mother can’t just die in vain. I’ve been her daughter for twenty-seven years, and I’ve never done anything for her.”Jackson sighed, “Don’t be sad, Emily. This isn’t your fault. You don’t know the grudges of the previous generation, so why punish yourself for their mistakes?”“I’m not sad,” Emily turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and Jackson wanted to pull her into his arms, but his rational mind told him he couldn’t. She was already engaged to another man, carrying his child, and had a bright future ahead. He couldn’t ruin it for his own selfish reasons.“I’m angry,” Emily said.Her biological father had taken her mother’s l
In the familiar room 2307, Emily found a long-lost sense of security.To be precise, it was Mr. Satan’s warm embrace that made her feel so protected. She snuggled against his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe.“Emily.”“Yeah?”Mr. Satan sat down on the sofa with her on his lap, gently combing a few strands of her hair with his fingers. “How are you feeling?”Emily, holding onto his neck, felt sleepy. “...I should be okay.”“Should be?”“Here,” she pressed on her chest. “It still hurts a bit. You’re right, anger and resentment only feel better when let out.”Mr. Satan chuckled softly, tapping her nose. “You were fierce today, almost putting a hole in Emma’s head.”Emily shrank into his arms. “...You know about that?”“I told you, I know everything about you.”“Mr. Satan, sometimes I really suspect you have a camera on me, watching live broadcasts all the time.”Mr. Satan shifted her in his arms and laughed. “If the law and you allowed it, I think it’s a good idea. At least
Allen Parker said, "From my observations, and from Olivia’s point of view, I think Emily won’t be blinded by hatred. Her feelings for you aren’t fake. She’ll cherish you."“No,” Mr. Satan replied. “From the moment she moved into the Morgan’s house to investigate her mother’s death, I knew she harbored hatred. She can overlook other things, but when it comes to her bottom line, she can be ruthless.”Allen Parker fell silent at these words.As someone who knew Mr. Satan’s secret, Allen Parker felt a deep sense of powerlessness.It seemed like God had been toying with these two unfortunate souls. One was abandoned by his mother in a fire, the other betrayed by her husband and cousin.But they met, fell in love, and just when they were about to live a happy life, their past pains became their stumbling blocks.Carol and Nathan, these two names were destined to be their doom.For over twenty years, these names had been demons, persistent sources of pain for Mr. Satan.Allen Parker sighed d
After hanging up, Satan stood on the balcony for a while, letting the cold wind blow away the smell of smoke on him.Emily, pregnant, couldn’t stand the smell of smoke.He turned to look at the bedroom, where Emily was still asleep on the large bed.A series of busy events and setbacks had worn her out. Mr. Satan looked at her sleeping face and slightly curled his lips.She was only twenty-six, yet she had already endured a lifetime’s worth of experiences.The father she had longed for over twenty years had become someone else’s husband and father. Her mother’s death, caused by her father’s abandonment, was a burden Emily couldn’t bear.He and Emily were very similar. They were both abandoned by their parents.But their choices were the same. He fought to survive and had grown strong enough for revenge, while Emily had also fought to persist, though her struggles were greater. He had the Norman family, while Emily only had a sick adoptive father and countless troubles.Back in the bed
Emily could no longer comprehend how to react to the avalanche of explosive news.Yes, she hated Nathan and Carol.The pain they caused her was beyond words.But hearing they had been knocked from their lofty heights was still a bit of a shock.Who in New York had such power?Emily softly asked, "...Is this the matter you said you would resolve in a week?""...Yes."Emily bit her lip, "Then you...""Emily, let me ask you a question first," Mr. Satan said. "Do you hate Logan?"The answer was obvious. "I hate him very much.""If God gave you the chance to avenge yourself, what would you want for him?"Emily clenched her teeth. "I want him disgraced, to lose everything he holds dear, and to kneel before my mother’s grave in repentance.""That can be arranged," Mr. Satan replied. "I’m on my way to you now. Change your clothes and come downstairs. We can start by making him repent for his sins."...Mr. Satan took her to the Taylor Group.It was just after office hours.He parked the car i
Grace waved her phone, its golden exterior glinting in the sunlight, almost blinding those who looked directly at it.What could be on her phone?Logan’s expression remained unchanged, though he sighed softly. "Grace, this is between us. Why bring it to the company? Our relationship has soured, but after over twenty years together, I believe I have a clear conscience towards you."Bobby, one of Logan’s protégés, immediately stepped in front of him, acting as a bodyguard. "Grace, do you really have to ruin Mr. Morgan? He’s bought you everything you wanted for years. Designer bags, high-end cosmetics, what more do you want?"As Bobby stepped forward, others also started defending Logan, pointing fingers at Grace.Grace laughed coldly. "Mr. Morgan, I don’t want to make this ugly. But what's on this phone will destroy the image you’ve carefully built over twenty years. You should think it over. I’ll be waiting in the café. If you don’t come, this will be online by tomorrow. Think about it
Grace’s expression instantly changed. "You think you can pin it all on me? ""How can it be pinning it on you when it’s what you did? Oh, and I remember, wasn’t I already at the airport when you used my phone to call Emma? Grace, how could you do that, especially when you were still married to your ex-husband? You see, it all makes sense now."Grace’s brows furrowed deeply. "Logan, don’t forget, Herry is your only son. If you really want to destroy me, I can guarantee you’ll never find Herry for the rest of your life."Logan shrugged indifferently. "Herry is my only son, but I’m only in my fifties. Once Emily marries into the Norman family, my status will elevate further. Many women will be eager to bear my children.""Ha!" Grace suddenly burst into a wild laugh. "Good thing I prepared something. I never trusted you, you beast."Her gaze dropped to Logan’s lower abdomen, and she smirked coldly. "Logan, you probably can’t perform with women anymore, can you?"Logan felt a chill under h
The car fell into a sudden silence.Emily waited for Mr. Satan's answer, but this time he was unusually quiet.He still wore his silver mask, and Emily couldn’t see his expression.Was his silence an admission, pain, or anger?She hoped he would refute her assumption, proving her suspicion wrong.But he didn’t.Emily gave a bitter smile and said, "I thought I wouldn’t become a resentful woman, but I did."Mr. Satan lowered his eyes, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "What did Emma tell you? Besides your mother's situation.""Something I already knew," Emily sniffled. "Mr. Satan, I want to ask you a question, and I want the truth.""In two days," Mr. Satan said, "in two days...""In two days, the court will finalize the bankruptcy liquidation of the Reed family. Nathan and Carol will be left with nothing," Emily said. "So your initial target was always the Reed family, right?"Mr. Satan remained silent."Yes," Emily took a deep breath, voicing her thoughts. "With your abilitie
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