Daniel immediately recognized him. "This is Mr. Norman! Welcome.""And who is this?"Emily introduced him. "This is Daniel, the general manager of Vincent's company.""Oh, Daniel, nice to meet you."Daniel was excited. "Ah, hello… Would you like something to drink?""Red tea, please," Alex replied with a smile and a nod. "I'm getting older and don't like coffee as much. I prefer tea.""Alright, I'll have someone prepare it right away."As Alex's gaze swept the room, he paused when he saw Logan, his expression changing slightly. "Emily, what's he doing here?"Logan's heart raced, and Bobby felt the same tension. The two exchanged glances, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.Emily's tone grew serious. "Mr. Norman, the reason I asked you to come today is that I need you to be a witness for me."Alex frowned. "Don’t worry, whatever trouble you're in, just tell me, and I’ll help you. Is he bothering you again?""No, he’s not bothering me."Logan and Bobby exchanged relieved glances,
“What is this…” Logan asked angrily, “Emily, what do you mean by this?”Emily smiled, holding a remote in her hand. “Mr. Morgan, don’t you recognize it? This is the design you submitted when you won the architecture award 27 years ago.”“Of course, I remember,” Logan replied in a low voice. “Did you bring me here just to show me my own design? Emily, stop this nonsense. We’re family. If you have something to say, we can discuss it privately. Don’t make a scene in front of others.”Emily’s smile widened. “Others? Are you talking about Alex?”Alex sat there like a king, and Logan knew better than to provoke him. He quickly smiled and said, “Of course not. Alex and I are practically family now.”“Good,” Emily said. “Your student Bobby isn’t related to you by blood, is he?”Her expression suddenly turned cold. “Ken, Bobby has been carrying Mr. Morgan’s bags for a while now. Take him out for a meal to show our appreciation.”“Sure thing,” Ken said, his hands in his pockets as he approached
Bobby was a lot shorter than Daniel and didn't have his brother's charisma. He looked a bit sleazy.“Bro, honestly, this has nothing to do with me. It's all Logan's mess from before. I just helped him cover it up, that's all.”Daniel felt a sinking feeling in his chest.From Bobby’s tone, it seemed like Logan really had done some dirty stuff.“You need to tell me exactly what’s going on with Logan’s design.”“What design?”“The one he won the award for. The one Emily showed today! If it wasn’t about that design, he wouldn’t have called Logan over.”Ken exhaled a puff of white smoke, squinting as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. “Daniel, can’t you see? That design wasn’t Logan’s. F.uck! I used to admire him so much because of that design, and it turns out it was all a lie.”Daniel frowned, staring at Bobby. “You tell me, is that true?”Bobby shrank back a little. “Bro, honestly, I don’t know all the details. By the time I was his student, he was already famous.”“Then just tell m
In the conference room, only Logan and Emily were left facing off.Alex, worried about Emily, stayed close to her, ready to protect her from any sudden moves Logan might make."Emily," Logan pleaded, making a last-ditch effort, "Tell me, what do you want me to do to make you forgive me?"Emily's expression was cold, devoid of any emotion. "Mr. Morgan, don't you know that killing someone means paying with your life? That's just the way it is."Logan argued, "Your mother was already hemorrhaging badly. Even if I hadn’t given up on treatment, she might not have survived! You can’t put all the blame on me, right?"Not blame him entirely?Emily sneered. "So, you're saying my mom was just doomed to die from childbirth complications?""That's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that your mother was also responsible. Look, lots of women give birth, and not many of them die, right? Emily, you weren’t born yet, so you wouldn’t know, but your mother wasn’t in great health to begin with. She was
Mr. Satan had just walked into the room. He looked at Alex and said, "Dad.""Yeah," Alex responded. "About Emily...""I'll take care of it," Mr. Satan replied firmly. "She's my woman, and whatever she wants to do, I'll make sure it happens."Alex nodded approvingly and added, "If there's anything I can help with, just let me know. You and Emily are both very stubborn, always trying to handle things on your own, but you're still young. Handling things too extremely can cause problems down the line."Mr. Satan's gaze remained fixed on Emily, not sure if she even heard what Alex was saying.Whatever, Alex thought. It's only natural for a son to care about his wife. He'd talk to them about these things later."I'll leave you two alone then," Alex said, getting ready to go. "Vincent, make sure you spend some time with Emily over the next few days. I'll keep an eye on the company for you."Mr. Satan nodded. "Thanks, Dad.""Alright then, I've got a handle on things. You two talk, I'll get go
“Emily wants to pursue justice for her mother’s death and reclaim the reputation that should have been her mother’s. Your brother wasn’t involved in what happened back then, so Emily won’t go after him.”Daniel let out a huge sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear. I knew Emily was reasonable…”Mr. Satan paused his steps and added another reminder, “If you really care about your brother, tell him to stay away from Logan Morgan.”Daniel quickly nodded. “I know, I know. I’ll talk to him.”……Logan Morgan looked like he had aged ten years by the time he left. His usually neat hair was tousled by the wind, and his whole demeanor was dark and brooding.Bobby followed him silently, too scared to speak. He knew just how petty Logan Morgan could be. If Bobby offended him, there would be consequences.After they had walked for a while, Logan suddenly turned around and stared at him, his gaze piercing through Bobby’s thoughts like a laser. “Did you tell your brother where Grace and Sophia are sta
Bobby’s honesty earned him some leniency from Logan Morgan. This reason was enough to convince him.“We need to make good use of this Penelope…” Logan Morgan paused, “She could be very useful.”Bobby raised an eyebrow, excitement evident in his voice: “I’ve thought it through. We can handle it this way. Not only will Emily be out of the picture, but Norman’s family won’t blame us either…”The plan started to take shape in their discussion, becoming clearer by the minute.……Emily was in a bad mood today, feeling some discomfort in her stomach and generally just worn out.Satan held her in his arms and gently checked her forehead with his lips. “...You’re okay, not too hot.”Emily shifted in his arms, “I’m fine, just feeling a bit tired today.”Satan held her tighter, “Why do you need to handle this yourself? Leave it to me. Everything Logan Morgan has can be gone in an instant.”Emily sighed, “But this is Mom’s legacy. I want to help her reclaim it myself. Plus... he was someone Mom l
Penelope’s hands were slightly rough. Especially her palms, which appeared dry with visible lines. Resting in her palm was a black bow hairpin—an old, common style that looked a bit worn out and loose, showing clear signs of use.Satan furrowed his brows but didn’t move.Penelope raised an eyebrow slightly. “Isn’t this Emily’s? Don’t you want it anymore?”Satan remained wary. “How can I be sure whether you swapped it or not? You suddenly show up today and meet me in the Hilton. What exactly are you after?”Penelope smiled, retracting the hairpin and holding it in her hand. “You still don’t trust me, Simon. Is it that you trust no one but Emily in this world?”“I trust many people, but you’re not one of them,” Satan said coldly and decisively. “Penelope, I’ve been clear about my position. You know the choice you need to make. I don’t need to spell it out for you.”Penelope’s smile froze. She looked up at the man in front of her. He was somewhat familiar but also somewhat unfamiliar. St
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