"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
Emily was arranged at the center of a platform.Beside her was a sleek black luxury convertible, with a low-key yet magnificent color scheme, boasting an arrogant and imposing appearance. Although Emily wasn't particularly knowledgeable about cars, she could tell that this model was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.As soon as Emily positioned herself on the platform, it was time for the official start of the car show.After the host's introduction, the curtains of the entire showroom slowly opened, and darkness enveloped the venue.Then, a spotlight illuminated the central platform of the showroom.A perfect car model stood next to the immaculate car.The host's voice echoed loudly: "This is today's car king at the exhibition. Everyone, behold its perfect streamlined exterior, resembling the African black panther. This is a perfect fusion of dominance and fierceness, the masterpiece that designer Jackson dedicated three years to craft—"The spotlight was too b
It felt like they had been walking for a long, long time before she was gently placed in the passenger seat of the car.The chassis of this car was high; it should be an SUV.Mr. Satan let go of her, and his arm withdrew from around her waist, the familiar warmth suddenly disappearing, leaving Emily feeling a bit flustered."Mr. Satan?""Yeah, I'm here," his voice was in her ear, "Is your foot still hurting?"Emily reached out and felt his firm muscles, feeling much relieved. "Did you forget to wear a mask today?"Mr. Satan responded with a grunt, "Do you want to see me?"Although she already knew Mr. Satan was Allen Parker, saying she didn't want to confirm it with her own eyes would be a lie.She wanted to open her eyes and see him more than ever.But..."Would I ruin your plans?"Mr. Satan's kiss landed gently on her lightly closed eyelids. "Maybe, but if you really want to see...""No need," Emily obediently closed her eyes, "I won't look. I'll wait until the day you're truly will
Olivia heard about her sprained foot and came to visit her early the next morning.As Olivia held her ankle, she frowned and said, "I suspect you're exaggerating. Your ankle doesn't look swollen."Emily also found it strange. Mr. Satan had massaged her ankle again this morning, and the swelling had disappeared in no time.Olivia asked, "Did Mr. Satan massage your foot again?"Sitting down beside her, Olivia continued, "Actually, Allen Parker is quite decent. I asked many friends, and they all said that Allen Parker, despite being thirty years old, has been single all this time! It seems he's not a playboy. Just think, he sees various types of female celebrities every day; he probably isn't just attracted to a woman's appearance anymore."Emily chuckled, "Are you complimenting my inner beauty?""Of course! Your personality is charming!" Suddenly, Olivia remembered something and exclaimed excitedly, "Yesterday, Nathan scolded Sophia harshly in front of many high society people. It's bei
"I didn't block you. Mr. Reed, you're so busy, I've been waiting for you to submit our divorce papers to the court. We've already signed them, but why haven't you submitted them to the court yet?"Nathan muttered something under his breath as if he remembered something."Okay, you didn't block me, but I'm asking you, when were you with that man?""Mr. Reed, we're divorced. What's the point of asking this?""Answer me!" Nathan roared, "The divorce papers haven't been submitted to the court, so I'm still your husband! I have every right to question your relationship with other men!"Emily also got angry, "Then why don't you go submit the papers today? Anyway, we've already signed the divorce agreement! Finish this quickly, so you can also marry Sophia!"Nathan on the other end of the phone raged, "Is this how you want to leave me?""Of course," Emily said firmly, "The sooner, the better.""What's so good about that man, huh? In the four years you've been married to me, have I mistreated
"What did you say, Nathan?" Sophia looked at him in disbelief. "I'm the mother of your child! How could you say that about me?"Nathan grabbed his phone and was about to leave. "I have nothing to say to you right now.""Wait—" Sophia grabbed him, preventing him from leaving. "Nathan, I've done so much for you. I've been your mistress for three years, and you treat me like this?"Sophia held onto him tightly. Nathan wanted to shake her off, but considering she was pregnant, he could only let her pull him along.He said, "Sophia, neither of us is calm right now. Let's talk when we get back.""No!" Sophia dragged him into the bedroom. "Let's talk about this now!""Sophia, let go!"Sophia pushed Nathan onto the bed and then leaned in to kiss his lips. "Nathan, is it because I'm pregnant and we can't have sex that you went to find the car model? The doctor said I've passed the three-month danger period, so we can make love..."Nathan turned his head away to avoid her kiss. "Get up, don't h
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