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
“What position do you have to question me?”Satan was in no mood to deal with Jackson, who was now acting like a furious lion.Jackson loved Emily, and that was clear. He had pursued her before, but she had firmly rejected him, leading him to let go. During those drunken nights at the bar, Jackson had voiced his true feelings—he still loved Emily, but he didn’t want to cause her any more trouble or be pushed away.Men's compromises with rivals aren’t always unbreakable. Even the smallest disturbance can create a storm.And Penelope’s situation was complicated to explain quickly. Moreover, deep down, Satan was unwilling to clarify everything to his rival.But Satan's silence only fueled Jackson's anger. “What position? Ha! I’m Emily’s superior, and I love her! Vincent, I once thought you loved Emily deeply for years, which is why I stepped aside. I believed I wasn’t as devoted as you, and Emily chose you. But what’s with what that woman just said? Do you really love Emily, or do you ju
Satan’s phone had no signal. He was unable to contact the outside world.Inside the confined elevator, the only source of light was the small flame from Jackson's lighter.“Damn it, it's such a big hotel, how could this happen? It’s been several minutes, why isn’t the power back on?” Jackson was growing increasingly impatient and agitated.Satan remained silent, but his breathing had grown heavier. The sudden appearance of Penelope and the coincidental power outage seemed too eerie to be mere chance.“Hey, Vincent, say something. What do we do now, just wait here?”Satan responded coldly, “And what solution do you propose? Feel free to share.”“Damn, aren’t you supposed to be impressive, mysterious, and capable of making Emily feel secure? Why isn’t that working now?”Satan glanced at him. “I’m only human, not a god.”“Damn,” Jackson was startled. “Can you take off that mask? It’s scaring me…”The white mask appeared even more ominous in the darkness. Especially when Satan suddenly tu
Emily woke to the blaring alarm and the jostling of the stretcher beneath her. The air was icy cold, making her shiver uncontrollably.“Mmm…”“She's awake, Doctor, she’s awake!”Doctor?Where am I…?Emily slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was lying on a stretcher, and from the environment, she was in an ambulance.Someone must have called an ambulance for me?A female doctor approached, shining a flashlight into her eyes and instructing, “Notify the hospital to prepare the operating room. As soon as we arrive, we need to begin the surgery immediately.”Surgery?Emily jolted, “What surgery?”A nurse patted her hand gently, whispering, “It’s an induction surgery. Your baby is already seven months along, and it’s too late to carry to term. We need to induce labor to prevent further danger to your life.”Emily’s mind buzzed.Induction…She remembered now—just before, in the hotel corridor, someone had attacked her in the dark. They had struck her abdomen several tim
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