Emily walked out of the conference room, heading straight for the elevator. Ken hurried after her, grabbing her arm. "Miranda, where are you going?""Back to my office. I can't handle this project."Ken looked worried. "But you can't be so direct with the boss like that. He's been through hell these past three years after his wife passed. Adding a few extra large suites won’t hurt, right? It could fulfill a wish for him."Emily suddenly felt a deep sense of weariness."Ken, Vincent is the boss. Whatever he decides, it's up to him. If he wants more large apartments, he can add them. I’ve done everything a designer should. The rest is not my responsibility."Ken scratched his chin, watching her closely. "Miranda, you're acting off today. You're usually so calm and polite, but today you're on edge, like you’ve got a short fuse."Emily replied flatly, "Women have those days every month. I’m just not feeling great."She had been using the file in her hands to discreetly cover the back of h
Winter in New York had already turned bone-chilling.Satan coughed softly, trying to suppress the sound, but even his restrained effort echoed with a rasp that made Emily feel uneasy. The kind of deep, hoarse cough that hinted at something far worse.“You shouldn’t be out here in the cold," Emily said. "Dylan already works too hard, and now he has to babysit you, taking care of your health. How much are you paying him to make him willing to play nurse for you?”Satan’s complexion was pale. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and quietly tucked it behind his back. “I’ll give Dylan the best compensation.”But Emily had already noticed his movements. Her gaze followed his hidden hand. “Show me.”“I’m fine.”Emily didn’t buy it. She reached over and pulled his hand from behind his back.“What’s this?” She pointed to the streak of red on his fingertips. “You’re coughing up blood again?”“It’s nothing.”“Coughing up blood is ‘nothing’? What does ‘serious’ look like, t
After half an hour of examination and treatment, the doctor declared that Satan must stop all work and focus on resting."His body is extremely weak. He’s been bedridden for over two years, and his physical condition is nothing like it used to be. His immune system is already compromised, and now with his vocal cords damaged, he needs to rest for at least six months to a year."Outside the hospital room, the doctor listed Satan’s condition to Emily. She nodded. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll pass this information on to his family.”The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you his family?”“We’re not…”“Oh, you two got divorced?”“No, we didn’t.”“Then what’s this ‘passing on to his family’ business? You’re still married, aren’t you? That makes you his closest family,” the doctor said, crossing his arms and showing her Satan’s medical report. “Even if you don’t care about him anymore, even if there’s no love left, you’re still his wife, right? You’re still responsible for him.”Emily suddenly f
Seeing her response, Satan's face finally showed a bit of relief. What surprised him even more was the small spark of happiness he felt. He hadn't expected that someone as seemingly invincible as him would resort to such childish tactics to keep her near.In relationships, they were both novices. One too proud to express feelings, the other too oblivious to ask, leading to three years of missed opportunities. Though it was full of regrets, Satan now felt like there was still a chance. They had somehow returned to where they started, hadn’t they?Meeting once was a coincidence, twice was fate, but meeting three times—well, that had to be destiny.Not far away, Emily was on the phone with Dylan.“…Hi, Dylan, yes, it’s me… No, he’s not doing well. We’re at the hospital, the same one as last time…” she said quietly into the phone.“Could you bring over some porridge? I can’t leave right now… Thank you. Sorry to trouble you,” she added before hanging up.When Emily turned around, she notic
When Bella returned to the room with a plate of steamed fish, Meggie was kneeling in prayer, her hands clasped together at her chest, eyes closed, sincerely pleading with God.“What are you praying for this time?” Bella asked with a smile.Meggie slowly opened her eyes and replied, “What else would I be praying for? Of course, I’m praying for a great-grandchild! Didn’t you hear Dylan earlier? Vincent and Emily have reconciled! Now that they’ve made up, they need to hurry up and give me a great-grandchild. I’ve been waiting three years for this!”Bella smiled softly, “Yes, that should happen soon.”Meggie paused, frowning slightly. “Wait, no. They should have the wedding first, and then the baby, or else some people might start gossiping about Emily again.”Bella remained quiet, but she knew exactly whom Meggie meant by “some people.” In this family, Bryden and Janet rarely come home, Alex keeps to himself, and there’s only one person left who fits that description.“I just ran into Ma
Satan nodded, confirming his decision not to release any advance payments. Emily found this decision somewhat strange, but since Satan was the boss, she pushed down her doubts and followed his instruction, responding to Dylan's email accordingly. They continued working through a few more emails, and before long, evening had fallen. Emily handed his phone back to him and stood by the window, stretching and silently gazing at the city lights. The quietness in the hospital room seemed to grow even more profound. Suddenly, Satan's phone rang. He gestured for Emily to answer it. Thinking it was Dylan, she casually picked up the call. “Hello?” There was silence on the other end for several seconds before a woman's sharp voice cut through, “Who are you? Why are you answering Satan's phone?” That voice sounded vaguely familiar... and there was only one person who called him Satan like that. “Well? Say something! Who are you?” Emily hesitated for a moment but recognized who it
Olivia froze in place.Allen, walking right behind her, also stopped for a moment, slightly startled by the woman standing in front of them.This woman wasn’t anything like what they had imagined. She didn’t look like some flashy gold-digger after a man’s money. She was poised, her appearance and outfit reflected elegance and taste.Clearly, she wasn’t someone easy to deal with.Olivia stepped forward, eyeing her suspiciously. "Miss, may I ask what your relationship with Mr. Norman is?"Allen tugged on Olivia’s arm, offering an apologetic smile toward Emily. "Sorry, my girlfriend tends to act impulsively.""It’s alright," Emily replied with a warm smile. Seeing familiar faces stirred up emotions, making her eyes well up. "I... well, I’m her employee at the moment.""Employee?" Olivia took a deep breath, her voice full of skepticism. "Just an employee?"Emily hesitated, then nodded slightly. "For now, yes."That answer set Olivia off. "What do you mean, 'for now'? Are you planning to h
Emily’s gaze briefly lingered on Satan, lying in the hospital bed."Emily," Olivia tugged at her hand. "Let's go outside and talk.""Alright."The two women left the room hand in hand. Satan’s eyes followed Emily until she disappeared through the door, then he sighed softly, somewhat regretfully.Allen, sitting in a chair nearby, chuckled. "Stop staring; she’s not going far. She’ll be back soon."Satan responded with a quiet "Hmm." He admitted, "I know. I just... I’m afraid. I’m scared that if she walks out, I’ll wake up and realize all this is just a dream.""So you can talk, huh?" Allen raised an eyebrow."Yeah, I can, but the doctor said I shouldn’t talk too much. Emily will worry."Allen sighed. "Don’t worry. Olivia and I are here, and trust me, this isn’t a dream."Satan cleared his throat; his voice was still low and raspy but not as harsh as earlier in the day. "I’m sorry.""What are you apologizing for all of a sudden?" Allen asked, a little taken aback."I know Jackson is you
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