Arriving at the hospital entrance, Allen Parker gallantly stepped out of the car to help Emily open the door.Emily thanked him again."You don't have to be so polite. It only makes things feel more unfamiliar," he replied.After bidding him farewell and watching the red taillights disappear from view, Emily finally relaxed her tense nerves.While in the car just now, she carefully examined his jawline through the rearview mirror.They even had similar jawlines.But she dared not jump to conclusions.There was no time to cook today, so Emily bought some fruits downstairs and went upstairs to see her father.Just as she reached the door of the ward, she heard Sophia's voice from inside."...Me and Nathan? Yes, you guessed it right. I'm with Nathan now, and I'm also carrying his child.""...I'm the villain? If my parents hadn't been supporting you, you would have starved to death long ago! I just wanted her husband, that's all!"Emily couldn't bear to listen anymore. She forcefully push
A loud, heavy sound echoed in the corner of the hospital room.Sophia, huddled under the bed, screamed in terror.Chairs shattered into pieces, wooden fragments flying in all directions. Some pieces scratched Sophia's legs, and blood trickled slowly down her skin.Emily didn't care anymore. She approached Sophia's hiding place step by step."Come out," she said.Sophia, barely able to speak from fear, stammered, "You're crazy! Emily, you're really crazy!""Yes, I'm crazy. I should be." Emily replied, already gripping a long rod.Sophia paled. "What are you going to do?""I'm going to make you pay for what you did today," Emily said, gesturing with the metal rod above her head."Help!!!" Sophia pushed Emily away and ran for the door.With a bang, the ward door was kicked open.Nathan rushed in and shielded Sophia in his arms. Emily swung the rod at his back.Nathan immediately grabbed the rod and threw it aside.Sophia clung to Nathan, crying, "Nathan, save me, she's going to kill me..
While settling the hospital bill, Emily felt fortunate she hadn't returned the five million Mr. Satan had given her. Otherwise, she'd be facing financial difficulties now.She'd never accept Nathan's charity.Money, what a love-hate relationship. It breeds sin, yet everyone relies on it to survive.When she returned from paying, Nathan and Sophia were gone.Emily breathed a sigh of relief. It was good they left, so Dad wouldn't get upset when he woke up.Two hours later, Dad was wheeled into the ICU.Through the thick glass, she saw Dad covered in tubes and hooked up to countless machines, wrapped tightly, only his pale face exposed, eyes tightly shut.Having visited so often, the nurses recognized her. Seeing her distressed look, one kindly advised, "You need to take care of yourself too. Your dad is out of danger but needs a few days of observation in the ICU. If everything's fine, he can be transferred back to a regular ward.""Thank you." Emily forced a smile, but it was brittle a
Emily didn't know how to explain.Mr. Satan liked her hair very much, winding it around his fingertips and then letting it go lazily. "Stay away from him a bit."Emily nodded. "I'll keep my distance from him.""Good." Mr. Satan's hand slowly slid down from her head, his fingertips gently caressing her dewy face. "I feel like I can't be away from you anymore."Emily felt ticklish by his touch and leaned away. "Do you know Jackson?""Uh, sort of," Mr. Satan's response was vague.Which was true, given their shared circles in high society.Emily reached out, also touching his cheek.His white mask seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her hand slid along his jawline, wanting to remember its contours.He caught her hand and kissed it lightly. "I didn't shave properly."Emily chuckled, retracting her hand, and curled up in his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to rest."Mr. Satan.""Yeah?""If I sue Sophia in court, do I have a chance of winning?"Mr. Satan wrapped his
Emily didn't understand what Olivia meant. Olivia was impatient, tapping her foot. "Remember when you fainted at the hospital with your dad? Do you know who brought you back?" Emily's eyes lit up. "Mr. Satan!" "Exactly!" Olivia smirked triumphantly. "When he went to the hospital, he couldn't wear a mask, right? So, if we get hold of the hospital's surveillance footage, we'll see who took you, and the truth will come out." Olivia already had the surveillance video in hand. Emily hesitated, but Olivia pulled her to sit beside her. "Let's just watch it first." They opened a video link from the email, and the cover was the hospital's entrance. Olivia maximized the video and pressed play. Though the surveillance footage wasn't crystal clear, they could still vaguely see the faces of people entering and exiting the hospital. The area in front of the hospital was always bustling, even at night. Under the bright lights, people hurried in and out. Suddenly, a familiar figure
"Logan Morgan, 52 years old, from New York, has been working in landscape design for many years. He is now a renowned expert in landscape design, having lived in Europe for many years and married for several years with a son." Mr. Satan briefly told her about Logan Morgan: "I wanted to investigate his wife too, but there's limited information. His wife is very low-key and seems reluctant to be in the spotlight." After hearing this, Emily's certainty grew stronger. The conditions matched too perfectly. There are many people with the last name Morgan, but there are probably very few who meet all these criteria. It seemed that the information her uncle brought back was likely accurate, and this Logan Morgan was very likely her father. Mr. Satan asked her, "Emily, what do you think?" Emily hesitated for a moment before saying, "He has his own family now. Does his current wife know about his past with my mom? If I acknowledge him as my father, I'm afraid it will disrupt another
"What are you two doing here?"Emily turned around abruptly, spotting Allen Parker standing nearby, his gaze sharp as he observed her and Jackson."Brother, perfect timing," Jackson finally stood up, no longer pressing her. He gestured towards Emily. "Do you like her?"The gleam in Allen Parker's eyes flickered. "She seems decent."After a pause, he added, "From an employer's perspective, she's a good employee."Jackson pressed further, "But from a man's perspective?"Allen Parker chuckled lightly. "She's beautiful, with a great personality. What man wouldn't like her?"Jackson's eyes turned sharp instantly. "Are you serious?""Kidding," Allen Parker lifted his wrist to check the time. "Jackson, the exhibition is in less than an hour. Don't you need to prepare?"Time was tight, and now wasn't the best time for a conversation.Jackson fell silent for a moment, then pulled Emily back to the makeup room, leaving Allen Parker alone, seemingly lost in thought as he watched them leave.The
The arrival of Allen Parker made the atmosphere tense.He walked in, glanced at Emily standing behind Jackson, and at that moment, Emily was also looking at him.Emily noticed his jawline."You've been observing me?" There was a hint of an ambiguous smile on Allen Parker's lips.Emily quickly averted her gaze. "No, I..."Jackson interrupted, "Allen, when did you meet Emily?"Allen Parker raised an eyebrow. "The day you brought Emily to the banquet.""But Emily said you two knew each other long before that," Jackson turned to Emily, raising his eyebrows slightly. "So, were you lying to me just now?"Emily was captured by his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to answer."Jackson, be gentler with girls," Allen Parker patted his shoulder. "Fate between people is unpredictable. Perhaps we've met somewhere else before."His words were ambiguous, and Emily couldn't tell which was true and which was false.Stepping forward, Jackson stood in front of Emily, blocking her view of
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