Grace pulled Logan Morgan aside. "Darling, are you mistaken? Lisa has been dead for over twenty years."Logan Morgan was still in a daze. Yes, he had left Lisa alone to go to Europe, and soon he heard that Lisa had passed away. Lisa was dead."You two look so alike," Logan Morgan cleared his throat twice, trying to cover up his momentary lapse, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."He took a deep breath, composed himself, and approached Emily. "Miss, my son really likes this room, so I've decided to dine here. Since there are only two of you, you can go to the lobby.""Can't two people use the private room?"Emily had originally planned to lead Mr. Satan upstairs, but upon seeing Carol and Sophia, she instantly understood that the middle-aged man in front of her was Sophia's stepfather.With such domineering behavior, no wonder he had a son like Herry.Her gaze swept coldly over Sophia, followed by Carol, and she sneered, "Sorry, I arrived here first. I haven't finished my meal yet
The news was too shocking, leaving Emily unable to come to her senses for a long time.It wasn't until the waiter filled the table with dishes that she still felt somewhat dazed."Emily?" Mr. Satan called gently."Huh?" Emily snapped out of it, realizing they were the only ones left in the private room. "Where are they?""They were gone," Mr. Satan said. "They didn't dare to confront me."Emily felt somewhat disoriented. She grabbed Mr. Satan's hand, incredulously asking, "Was that man really Morgan? Did you know he had married Sophia's mother?""Emily, calm down first and listen to me," Mr. Satan said, gently stroking her back. "I knew this news would be difficult for you to accept, so I haven't told you. But unfortunately, we ran into them today. You would have found the truth sooner or later, and I'd rather be here with you than have you face it alone."Emily shook her head lightly. "Twenty years ago, Sophia's mother left, and Morgan left my mother because they were already having
Compared to the warmth of the Hilton hotel, the Reed household was now eerily quiet, with a sense of impending storm.After the scolding from Satan at the hotel, nobody had much of an appetite. This meeting was about to conclude.Carol suggested, "Why don't you stay at your mother's house for a few days, Sophia? It's been so long since you've seen each other; you must miss each other."Sophia actually wanted to stay at Grace's house, but Grace refused, saying, "She's carrying your family's heir now. I think it's better for her to stay at your house. Dads should be with their unborn children and pregnant wives. It's better for everyone."Carol didn't insist further and could only nod, saying, "You're right."Sophia and Carol saw Logan Morgan off, while Nathan sat in the living room watching TV.When Carol returned, she patted his shoulder and said, "Nathan, come with me, I need to talk to you."They went into a guest room, leaving Sophia standing outside, feeling like an outsider.She
There were several car exhibitions coming up, and the next one was on this weekend. Emily couldn't afford to relax.While she was watching makeup tutorial videos, Olivia was playing games beside her."Emily, do you think Mr. Satan might have a split personality?" Olivia asked.Emily took out her earphones. "Hm?""Oh," Olivia stretched lazily and sighed, "You said he wasn't Allen Parker, right? I've been asking friends for information lately. Although there are many wealthy and powerful young men in New York City, there aren't many as formidable as Mr. Satan. I really can't think of anyone else who could be Mr. Satan."Emily continued watching the video, but lowered the volume slightly. Her attention couldn't fully concentrate on the video anymore. "Mr. Satan has told me many times that he'll tell me the truth, but not now.""I know, so I'm thinking, maybe there's some secret he can't let everyone know, like he actually has a split personality? I watched a detective movie last night. T
Mr. Satan not only provided her with care and support but, more importantly, taught her how to face life.He must be a very powerful man.He had been lonely since childhood, with scars on his face. If he wasn't strong, he would have succumbed to the twists and turns of fate."Hey, Emily, what are you thinking about?"Emily sighed lightly. "I'm thinking about my future life."Olivia hugged her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll always be with you.""Can you help me with lunch first?""Cooking?" Olivia's eyes widened in surprise, and she opened the food delivery app. "I'll just order food. What do you want?"Emily chuckled but didn't reply.Ring ringâThe phone rang."Who is it?"Emily glanced at it. "It's Jackson.""Wow, are you going to answer?"This was the boss's call. How could she not answer?"Hello?" Emily answered."Come downstairs." Jackson's tone was terse.Emily furrowed her brow. "Boss, do you need something?""I told you to come downstairs."Emily took a deep breath, feeling resi
A designer named Morgan?Emily's heart sank. Apart from Logan Morgan, who else could it be? And Logan Morgan's daughter, who was about to get married, is Sophia.Emily felt like she must have owed Sophia a lot in her past life. That's why Sophia could keep taking precious things away from her in this lifeâher husband and family.It's ridiculous. Her father had also become Sophia's father, even helping her marry into the Reed family."Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you listening?"Emily nodded. "I'm listening."Jackson pushed his sunglasses up and continued driving with one hand. "To be honest, I don't like dealing with these people either. But my brother insists that I must leave a good impression on this designer and bring him into our company. This would cause our family's real estate stocks to rise."Emily asked in confusion, "Isn't your brother in the entertainment industry? Is he also investing in real estate now?""My brother mentioned that he has a capable friend who's a real est
Emily waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. "It's okay, she's very cute," she said.Hearing someone compliment her daughter's cuteness, the little girl's mother was delighted. She smiled warmly at Emily and said, "She's been reading fairy tales since she was little. We all spoil her, she's like a little princess. Her dad even decorated the house all pink for her."Emily chuckled, "You have a happy family.""You also have a great family," the little girl's mother said, glancing at Jackson. "Is he your boyfriend? He's handsome! And what straight guy would ever paint his car pink? He must have done it for you."Emily immediately knew she had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my boss. He often likes to paint his car different colors...""Not like this," the little girl's mother insisted. "I know better. Men might like bright blue, bright yellow, or even bright purple, but never pink."Emily raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She had seen Jack
Jackson wasn't particularly good at dealing with women and children, so he instructed Emily, "I'm going to the store to get some water. Stay here and keep them company."Emily knew he felt awkward around women, so she just nodded. "Go ahead. I'll call you when Mr. Morgan arrives."Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what he looks like?"Emily tilted her head and smiled. "I'll recognize him. A middle-aged man, accompanied by a young daughter and a child. I know his son."Jackson thought about it and found it reasonable."Alright, I'm off."He didn't look back and quickly walked away.The little girl's mother tapped Emily's shoulder and whispered, "He's so cool...""Him?" Emily chuckled. She used to think Jackson was very cold and aloof, but after getting to know him better, she realized he used coldness as a shield because he wasn't good at socializing."Yeah, he's tall and handsome. Oh my God, he looks like the male lead in a romance drama!"Emily pursed her lips and smiled. "Do y
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 theyâd 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, sheâd embraced her role in helping Allen manage the family business, but her girlish side was still evident. âEmily!â Olivia squealed as she hugged her f
"Three years ago, I nearly died." Emily snatched her passport back from Sophiaâs hand. "This British couple is my family. Theyâre good people. They saved me and took me to England."She held the passport firmly. "And yet, you still wouldnât let me go. You went to every length to forge my death certificate.""Do you all want to know why they wouldnât leave a âdeadâ woman alone?" Emily let out a bitter laugh. "Because this was their only chance to inherit the wealth I left behind.""I didnât die; Iâm alive and back to reclaim whatâs rightfully mine. This time, no one will hurt me. Sophia, you and your mother wonât steal my inheritance, and you wonât 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
âI know,â Emily said firmly.When Vincent slid the ring onto her finger, she felt a flash of disbelief. Sheâd expected Sophia to pull something, but Vincentâs unwavering stance took her by surprise. Itâs overâeverythingâs finally over.Emilyâs eyes glistened with tears.The priestâs voice resonated, âThe groom may now kiss the brideâŠâEmily 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. âGo on, kiss her; sheâs yours now.âVincent didnât hesitate, pulling Emily into a kiss. âYouâre my wife, Emily. Finally.âEmily smiled through her tears. âYes, Iâm finally your wife.âVincent turned with Emily still in his embrace, facing the crowd. âEmily and I are together now, and nothing will ever come between us again.âThe guests watched, Meggie wiping tears of joy from her eyes.But Sophia wasnât 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 weddingâs head organizer, invitations bore Emily's name, revealing to everyone that Mirandaâthe talented designer making waves at the Pritzker Architecture Prizeâwas indeed Emily.The announcement stunned all of New York and the entire architecture community. So Miranda is really Emily? People couldnât believe the cityâs 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 fumingâsheâd barely started her schemes with Grace to find Vincent a âsuitableâ bride, only to be blindsided by this wedding! She muttered, âWasnât he supposed to be so deeply in love with Emily? Now heâs marrying someone else so fast?âMeggie overheard and firmly replied, âThe bride is Emily.ââOh, come on, Mom. Sheâs notââ
Emily suddenly felt super self-conscious. âFine, Iâll drink it. But after Iâm done, go back to your office!âWith 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, âPeople are watching!âVincent seemed completely unfazed and continued, âItâs freezing outside, so donât go out. I already asked Dylan to pick up lunch for us; heâll bring it up, and weâll eat together.ââ...Okay.âHeâs gotta be done now, right? Emily thought to herself, hoping heâd leave before the entire office saw this unfold live.âOh, one more thing,â Vincent added nonchalantly, âDonât rush off after work. Weâll swing by and pick up your uncle first, then head to my place for dinner with my dad and Meggie.âEmily blink
As soon as Allen left the hospital room, Jackson turned pale and, with a sudden heave, threw up everything heâd 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. âStay,â he commanded.The nurse looked at him with wide eyes, almost on the verge of tears as she saw his ashen face. âSir, if youâre unwell, you really should let the doctor checkâââIâm not unwell,â Jackson replied, his voice cold, with a glint of harshness in his eyes. The nurse flinched slightly at his intense gaze.âAre you scared of me?â he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.âN-no, not at all,â the nurse stammered, shaking her head. âItâs justâŠââDonât worry about it,â he said, a faint sneer forming. âFear is natural. Iâve never been the nicest person, and I donât pretend to be.ââOh no, youâre a good person, sir! You⊠well, you pay me well,â she replied hesitantly.âMoney alone doesnât make someone good,â 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 Yorkâs 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. âAny plans for Christmas?âShe paused. âNot really. Iâll probably just stay in and watch TV with Bert.âHe nodded without pressing further. Emily wondered what had prompted him to ask; heâd 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. âThen let me take you to meet my family! Youâre amazingâthey just donât know you yet. Once they do, theyâll definitely support us being together. That way, we wonât have to choose, and we can stay together, right?ââWhat if they still donât agree?ââIâll talk to them. Iâm committed to you for life. Theyâll have to come around, whether they agree or not!âEmily couldnât help but laugh. âBut I donât agree.âJackson 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. âEmily, are you worried because my parents donât like you? If I love you, their initial reservations donât matter; theyâll come to accept it.ââThatâs part of it,â Emily admitted, âbut thereâs a more important reasonâŠâA sinking feeling came over Jackson. ââŠWhat is it?ââŠâŠWeather forecasts are rarely reliable, but this time, it turned out to be spot on.By evening, the sky was filled
Emily didnât say anything, but her mind was a mess.âYou donât need to say so many sentimental things,â she replied softly. âFor Meggieâs sake, Iâll go through with the wedding. Donât worry.ââBut I donât want a fake wedding,â Satan replied. âI want it to be real.âThe 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 Hiltonâs entrance, she asked, âDid you drive here?ââI took a cab.ââDid you sneak out again?âSatan shrugged with a wry smile. âDylanâs been keeping too close an eye on me.âWith no other option, Emily walked to the curb and flagged down a taxi for him, signaling for him to hurry up.âTo St. Maryâs Hospital, please,â she instructed, then turned back to him. âWhen you get there, have Dylan call me to let me know you arrived safely, okay?âHe nodded. âAnd what about you? What