His words made Emily understand just how shameless Logan could be.He could lie without even batting an eye.Emily thought sadly, did her mother choose to be with him because of his lies too?From appearance to family background and talent, Logan Morgan was not impressive, but his words were very convincing.Lisa was only twenty-two when she gave birth to her. Before that, she had been Logan Morgan's classmate for several years.A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, how could she possibly outwit such a calculating man?But it was too late to say anything now. Her mother had been gone for nearly twenty-seven years, while Logan lived a respectable life, enjoying wealth and praise thanks to the daughter she gave birth to—According to him, all the wrongs were Grace's doing. He was innocent."Really?" Emily's heart felt icy cold.Whether from guilt or realizing his lies wouldn't work, Logan stopped pretending, "Emily, you're grown up now, almost a mother yourself. You should be rational
Emily looked up in surprise, “They plan to pin Emma's death on me?”“Yes,” Mr. Satan replied softly. “Jackson was too careless.”“He was just trying to help me...”“I know, which is why I don’t blame him. Emma, who had lost all morals for money, deserved her fate, but her death has made many things more complicated.”Emily's shoulders slumped. “It’s my fault. I couldn't hold back and ended up hurting her…”“I know,” Mr. Satan said, handing a cup of hot water and placing it in her hands. “Have some water. You've talked a lot today; you must be thirsty.”The glass was warm, almost hot, but drinkable—the perfect temperature.This was the temperature she was most accustomed to.She always had a sensitive stomach and preferred drinking water slightly hotter than usual, something Mr. Satan remembered.She took a small sip, feeling the warmth slide down her throat and settle comfortably in her stomach.He turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.Emily was startled, “Mr. Satan?
The moonlight tonight was beautiful, streaming through the sheer curtains in delicate specks, falling on the bed, the floor, and the two of them.Under the moonlight, Mr. Satan's face gradually became clearer.Emily gazed at him, wanting to see every detail.If she ignored the scar on his face, he didn’t really resemble Nathan much.Nathan was good-looking too, or else he wouldn’t have attracted Sophia. But Nathan looked more like his mother, Carol, who had a delicate face but lacked some masculinity.Mr. Satan was different.His face was chiseled, exuding masculine strength and determination, with lips tightly pressed but not as thin as Nathan's.They say men with thin lips are usually unfaithful.Emily used to think it was superstition until she was deeply hurt by Nathan and woke up to reality.Luckily, Nathan was just a mistake, an isolated island, and her final destination was a firm and vast land.Mr. Satan held her hand, gently rubbing her palm, “I’m sorry, Emily…”“Why are you
Mr. Satan shared his thoughts with Emily."...The design copyright belongs to your mother personally, and she was not legally married to Logan. This means Logan has no right to inherit anything after her death, including that design. As her only daughter, with your authorization, I can turn it into reality."Emily licked her lips and asked, "Is this project very expensive?""I've already had the company conduct a cost analysis. Your mother's design concept is a modern pastoral city. The apartment buildings aren't very tall, with wide spacing to ensure plenty of sunlight, and large grassy areas for people to relax and play. She emphasized returning to nature. So, the cost isn't low, but for wealthy people, these apartments are far more attractive than ordinary residences. They're willing to pay a higher price for a high-quality living environment."Emily nodded, "You decide it.""Alright, I'll discuss the details with you once we have a plan.""Okay."Living in a Hilton hotel wasn’t ba
The first two outfits and makeup were easy to handle.Emily had been styling Lucas for some time and was familiar with his image and temperament. She quickly completed her work.The black punk outfit showcased his wild side, while the shirt and jeans highlighted his gentleness. Under Emily’s skillful touch, these two contrasting vibes harmonized perfectly on Lucas without a hint of discord.Amanda and the intern makeup artist nodded in approval.The new intern was a young guy, unlike the young girl from before. He wasn’t very tall but seemed quite sharp.Amanda said, "Lucas has some PTSD now. He’s replaced his staff with men."Emily chuckled, "It's actually more convenient for work this way. Like for me, I have to avoid him when he changes clothes, and it's sometimes inconvenient to help him adjust his outfit."Amanda teased, "You're just worried your fiancé will be upset, right?"Before Emily could respond, Lucas pulled back the dressing room curtain and stuck his head out, looking d
"Ah—"Emily let out a scream, feeling the wind rush past her ears.Who could it be? Sophia, Grace, or perhaps Logan Morgan, trying to silence her?In those split seconds, countless possibilities flashed through her mind.But then—"Emily, don't be afraid, it's me."Standing in front of her was a jet-black motorcycle, its design exuding an air of arrogance. The front headlights were blinding, and the engine roared. He twisted the throttle, making the engine rumble loudly.The air was filled with a faint scent of gasoline.Emily frowned, looking at the person on the motorcycle..."Mr. Satan?"He wore only a black shirt, the tie loosely draped. His face was obscured by a helmet, making him unrecognizable.Emily recognized him by his physique and voice."You..." she looked at him, astonished, "What's going on?"Mr. Satan chuckled, one foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at her. "Jackson said I live too by-the-book, depriving you of the dating experience. I thought about it
Despite being mentally prepared, Emily was still taken aback by the company's system as she visited other floors.It was almost five in the afternoon, with half an hour to go before the end of the workday. Yet, employees were steadily arriving, taking their seats, and beginning their work.Contrary to her expectations, the employees were not in formal suits but dressed comfortably and casually.The men mostly wore simple T-shirts and jeans, while the women showcased a variety of styles—some were dressed sensually, others looked pure and cute, some in casual or sportswear, and a few young girls in princess dresses, looking like they had stepped out of a fairy tale."Wow, Emily!"A girl in a princess dress exclaimed in delight, waved to her companions, and ran over. "Emily, did you come to the company to find me?"As the girl got closer, Emily recognized her. "Janet, I didn't expect to meet you here.""You're about to become my brother's wife, so I'm ready to receive gifts!"A hand behi
Mr. Satan always had a plan for everything. Now that they had revealed all their secrets and pasts, she still trusted his judgment and supported his actions.But...Emily gently nudged him, signaling him not to be too affectionate. She felt a bit shy.Mr. Satan didn't mind. He kept his arm around her waist, maintaining the close posture. "Bryden, did you come over today for something specific?"Bryden's gaze shifted between Mr. Satan and Emily, puzzled and slightly embarrassed. "You haven't been home for a few days. Grandma misses you."Mr. Satan nodded. "Alright, we'll go home together tonight and have dinner with Grandma."The more relaxed Mr. Satan acted, the more agitated Bryden felt.But why he was agitated, he couldn't quite explain.There was a pent-up frustration within him, pressing against his chest, making him uncomfortable. He had to say some things, no matter what."Brother, there's something I need to ask you about. Can we talk in your office?"Just then, Janet arrived,
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