Adrian paused for a moment, then lifted his gaze to Alia, his eyes burning with determination. “Of course, I care about family and power, but that’s not what I truly seek.” He clenched his fists, his voice carrying an unshakable resolve. “Livia, I heard what you told me before. I know that as long as I am strong enough, I can be with Elise. She has no noble background, no prestigious surname, but if I gain enough power, I can marry her, and no one will be able to object.”He took a deep breath, his tone unwavering. “To achieve this goal, I must become stronger. I must claim the right to speak for my family.”Alia’s gaze flickered for a brief moment before the corners of her lips curved into a knowing smile, as if she had been waiting for this answer all along. She nodded slowly, satisfied.Elias, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. He had initially thought Adrian was just another noble shackled by the constraints of his upbringing, but it turned out his ambition was d
Adrian held Elise tightly, as if afraid she might vanish from his embrace once more. His palm gently stroked her back, the warmth seeping through the fabric, carrying emotions too deep to put into words. He didn’t rush to speak, only lowered his head and looked at her carefully, as though engraving her image into his very soul.Elise’s face was still streaked with tears, her reddened eyes making her look like a delicate fawn that had just cried. She turned her face slightly away, lowering her head in embarrassment, her voice carrying a faint sob, “Don’t… don’t look at me like that…”Adrian let out a soft chuckle, his tone tender yet tinged with indulgence. “Why shouldn’t I? You don’t even know… what I’m thinking.” His voice was deep and hoarse, laced with exhaustion. “Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I heard what Livia said?”Elise’s heart clenched at his words. She reached out and clutched his sleeve, her eyes flashing with guilt. “I’m sorry… I never meant to deceive you
Livia solemnly pulled a neatly folded letter from her sleeve and casually tossed it onto the table. The family crest on the envelope was clearly visible.“Take a look at this.” Her tone was neither light nor heavy, yet it carried an undeniable weight.Adrian frowned, quickly stepped forward, and picked up the envelope. He tore it open and scanned the letter, his expression darkening bit by bit as his fingers tightened around the paper.“Are you alright?” Elise, noticing his reaction, couldn’t help but ask worriedly.Adrian’s voice was as cold as ice, flames of anger flickering in his eyes. “As expected, Father has found out about us.”Elise instinctively looked at Livia, who remained calm and nodded slightly. “That’s right. He sent this letter specifically to Elise. Not only is he aware of your relationship, but he has also made his stance very clear—”Adrian suddenly clenched the letter, fury surging in his gaze. “How could he?! What gives him the right to interfere in my life?! Love
During the days of Adrian’s disappearance, the family was embroiled in yet another storm.Lianna suddenly approached Edgar with a request to study abroad, a proposal that took him by surprise. His daughter had always been willful, yet she had never truly strayed far from the family—why was she now actively seeking to leave?“Why this sudden desire to go overseas?” Edgar sat in his study, his sharp gaze scrutinizing the girl before him. His eyes held a hint of suspicion.Lianna remained composed, a playful smile tugging at her lips, exuding the usual blend of youthful mischief and endearment. “Father, I’ve been in the family for too long. I want to see the world, broaden my horizons! That way, I can contribute even more to the family in the future, don’t you think?”Edgar took a slow sip of tea, not responding immediately. Instead, he studied her intently. “You’ve grown up here, surrounded by the family. Are you not afraid that life outside might be difficult for you?”“Of course not!”
Day by day, there was still no news of Adrian. The expansion plans had come to a complete halt, and an unspoken tension loomed over the entire castle. Even Edgar, who had remained patient, finally lost his composure and called in person.When Livia picked up the phone, Edgar’s deep voice carried a hint of impatience. “Livia, what the hell is going on?”She smiled slightly, her tone gentle. “Father, what are you referring to?”“Don’t play dumb with me.” Edgar let out a cold snort, his voice laced with irritation. “Do you know something? Adrian has completely disappeared these past few days. And Elise? She’s not in the castle either, is she?”Livia arched a delicate brow, a subtle smile lingering on her lips. “Father, are you implying something?”There was a brief silence before Edgar spoke again, his voice turning cold. “Did they elope?”Livia sighed softly and said slowly, “I truly don’t know what happened. But, Father, do you? What exactly drove Adrian to ‘run away’?”The other end o
The night remained deep and still. Outside the window, the wind stirred the curtains, bringing in a trace of cool air. Inside the room, the warmth from earlier lingered in the air. Livia sat at the edge of the bed, draping the silk robe that had fallen to the floor over her shoulders. The sash was loosely tied around her waist, concealing the faint flush on her skin. Her hair was slightly tousled, her gaze deep, and her lips bore the subtle swelling of lingering heat.She slowly rose to her feet, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet as she walked toward the window. The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, dispelling the heat from her body and gradually restoring her clarity. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at Marcellus on the bed.He was half-reclining against the headboard, his bare upper body bathed in the glow of candlelight. His muscles were well-defined, exuding quiet strength. His gaze was cast downward, as if he had already anticipated what was coming.As exp
The night was deep and dark. Edgar paced back and forth in his office, his brows tightly furrowed, frustration and contemplation flickering in his gaze.Days had passed. At first, he had thought Adrian was merely acting out of impulse, throwing a childish tantrum by running away from home. But now, there was still no sign of him. Meanwhile, Elise had already been officially accepted into the Marcellus family.To Edgar, this was nothing short of absurd.Finally unable to suppress his irritation, he picked up the phone and dialed Livia’s number.The call connected, and Livia’s voice came through, carrying a hint of lazy indifference. “Father, what is it?”Edgar’s tone was harsh as he got straight to the point. “This is ridiculous! What does Marcellus think he’s doing? What possible benefit does this bring to his family? Does he not even consider the consequences?”A soft scoff came from the other end of the line, followed by Livia’s amused yet cold voice. “Marcellus is not you. You don’
A few days later, at the Elias residence—The living room was brightly lit, the warm glow casting a soft radiance on everyone’s faces. The atmosphere was lighter than it had been in days.Seated around a long dining table, the group enjoyed a feast of fine wine and delicacies, their conversations flowing naturally.Lianna swirled a glass of red wine in her hand and smiled. “I can’t believe it actually worked.” Her tone was light, her eyes reflecting genuine joy. “Just a few days ago, I was still worried about what Adrian would do.”Beside her, Elias nodded gently. His voice was calm as he asked, “There were some bumps along the way, but the outcome isn’t bad.” He turned to Adrian. “How have you been these past few days?”Adrian glanced at Elise beside him, his gaze soft. “It’s been a little nerve-wracking, but getting through it with Elise by my side has been a kind of blessing.”Hearing his words, Elise’s cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head with a quiet smile.At that momen
“Should we consider Eryx as our primary suspect?”To Livia’s surprise, Marcellus suddenly proposed this guess. His voice was low and firm, as if he had been thinking about this possibility for a long time.Livia was momentarily stunned, almost unable to react in time. Her eyes widened slightly, her mouth parted in surprise. “Primary suspect?” she repeated, her voice tinged with astonishment. She hadn’t expected Marcellus to directly label Eryx as their primary suspect.Marcellus nodded, a determined glint flickering in his eyes. He continued, “Yes, I now strongly suspect that everything, from your kidnapping to my attack, and even the hidden conspiracies behind it all, was orchestrated by Eryx. A long time ago, I noticed that he seemed to have some sort of collaboration with Edgar, and his obsession with the ‘Holy Grail’ far exceeds what would be considered normal. This makes me more certain that he is involved.” He paused, gazing deeply at Livia. “I’m sorry, Livia, I should have told
Marcellus slowly straightened his body. His expression, usually tight and severe, had softened with a rare trace of honest fatigue. Looking at Livia, who stood by the bedside, his eyes held a hint of genuine apology.“I’m sorry, Livia. I shouldn’t have kept everything hidden from you,” he said in a low but serious voice. “I promise you—once we find the ‘Holy Grail,’ I’ll tell you everything. No more secrets. And then… I’ll give you back the freedom to choose.”As she listened, something inside Livia stirred, like a taut string gently plucked.She couldn’t tell whether this was a true apology or a calculated attempt to smooth things over. But seeing Marcellus lower his head first, dropping his usual cold and stubborn facade, something in her own resistance quietly cracked open.“Forget it…” she sighed, her tone still weary. “Let’s just focus on which tasks I need to take over. I might be your temporary replacement in name, but I can’t come running to you for every little thing. Looking
Livia looked at Emma with a gentle gaze. Though her tone was soft, it carried a subtle firmness that left no room for objection. “Thank you, Emma. Don’t worry. Right now, your safety is the most important thing. I believe in you—but not everyone in this world will be able to trust you like I do. For now, it’s best if you rest properly here in the castle.”Her voice dropped a little, laced with caution and vigilance. “We need to make sure your identity remains a secret—especially from those on Eryx’s side. Only step in when it’s absolutely necessary. Your presence will matter most when the time is right.”Emma raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but Livia continued before she could.“And there’s something more important… I need you to watch over the study for me.”Livia’s expression grew a touch more serious as her eyes flicked toward the far end of the corridor. Her voice lowered further. “Eryx once tried to sneak in. His target was that file. Now that Marcellus is injured, he might tr
“I’m not sure,” Emma said, her brows slightly furrowed. A shadow of memory passed through her eyes as she slowly shook her head. Her voice was low, but firm. “I first started having doubts after you were kidnapped.”Livia froze, then turned slightly toward Emma with a puzzled look. “Kidnapped? Why? Weren’t those people… with Eryx?”Her voice was tinged with confusion and a trace of instinctive denial—she remembered those people clearly wearing the uniforms of Eryx’s covert forces. If she hadn’t seen them before, she wouldn’t have been able to recognize them.Emma nodded, her voice calm but laced with a chilling edge. “Yes, on the surface they were. So when I got the message that you’d been kidnapped—and almost… killed,” she paused, her tone dropping lower, as if even the air grew heavy under the weight of those words, “I pointed a gun at him the moment I saw him.”She remembered that day clearly—inside a cabin only she and Eryx knew about. Her killing intent had been real. If Eryx had
“I’m not entirely sure about him either.”Livia lowered her gaze slightly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the fabric of her skirt. Yet her voice remained unexpectedly firm. “He has his own motives, but he never talks about them… Still, I believe he wouldn’t hurt me.”At that moment, a faint glimmer of defiance and trust shimmered in her eyes, unfiltered and honest—an expression of her understanding of Marcellus: complicated, yet unwaveringly loyal.Emma looked at her, silent for half a second, then suddenly smiled, her tone lightening a little.“Indeed, I can tell—he loves you. Of course he wouldn’t hurt you.”That unexpected tease stirred a ripple across the still surface of their conversation. Caught off guard, Livia blinked in surprise, her cheeks quickly tinged with pink. She bit her lower lip lightly and turned her face away, a bit embarrassed.“You’re teasing me again…”Emma chuckled, shaking her head as she continued flipping through the notebook and diagrams in her hand,
“No matter what, right now there are multiple forces vying for the ‘Holy Grail,’” Livia breathed in deeply, her voice mixed with alertness and concern. “What about General Allen? What are his intentions? What’s his connection to my mother? I know it was you who helped me find him, thank you.” Her tone was sincere, and there was a trace of gratitude in her eyes.Emma nodded gently, her expression serious as she answered, “I’m not very familiar with Allen, but your mother once told me that if one day she was gone or I was in trouble, I just needed to find Allen, mention her name, and he would certainly help.” She paused, her gaze softening with a touch of tenderness and respect. “He said that no matter what situation I was in, if Celesta’s name was mentioned, he would take action.”She sighed softly, seemingly still uneasy about the risks she took back then. “So, this time, I took the risk and went to find him, telling him about your situation. His response… truly lived up to your mothe
Hearing this, Alia felt the tension in her heart ease just a little. Her intuition told her that Emma was trustworthy. Her emotions toward her mother were sincere, and she bore no ill intentions toward Alia. Perhaps she had her own motives, but she would never harm her.If there was anyone in this world who truly cared about her mother’s life and death and was willing to seek the truth, Emma was undoubtedly one of them.Livia let out a slow breath, her gaze sharpening as she decided to press further.“Do you know the cause of my mother’s death?” She looked straight into Emma’s eyes, lowering her voice. “The outside world says it was due to exhaustion, but I don’t believe that.”As soon as she spoke, Emma’s expression changed dramatically. Her gaze turned sharp and cold, filled with deep scrutiny and wariness.“I don’t believe it either.” Her voice was low but carried an undeniable conviction. “I know better than anyone what kind of person your mother was. She wasn’t someone who would
As Livia was still lost in thought, Emma’s voice rang out again, carrying a faint smile yet laced with complex emotions. “Originally, your mother just wanted me to be a happy princess. If I had accepted that path back then, perhaps we would be sisters now…”Her gaze drifted slightly, as if recalling a distant time. “I remember back then, you were still very young, and Lianna hadn’t been born yet.”Livia’s heart stirred slightly as an image of her gentle yet resilient mother surfaced in her mind. She tried to imagine—if Emma had truly taken that path, what would their relationship have been like? Would they have been inseparable sisters, or perhaps a bond akin to mentor and student?But Emma merely let out a soft sigh and shook her head. “But I didn’t want that.”Her voice grew firm, and in her eyes, a sharp determination ignited. “I wanted to repay your mother. More than that, I wanted to prove myself. So, I chose another path—I joined the military.”She tilted her head slightly, a gl
Emma’s expression froze slightly, a trace of complex emotions flickering in her eyes. She was not naive—she could sense the subtle probing in Livia’s question. Livia seemed to be using her mother’s story to test Emma’s feelings toward Celesta, to determine whether she could be trusted.It wasn’t a particularly clever tactic, but… after all, she was Celesta’s daughter.Emma’s lips curled into a faint smile, yet her gaze softened. She felt no guilt—because she had none to feel.She spoke slowly, her voice tinged with reminiscence. “Yes, your mother saved me out of kindness. But it wasn’t just about giving me food and clothes. She gave me direction, hope, at a time when I had nothing left.”She let out a quiet sigh, her gaze drifting as if piercing through the walls of the room, reaching back into a past filled with hardship and suffering.“Can you imagine?” she said softly, a hint of bitterness in her tone. “I was a street rat, a child with no home, no family, no one to rely on. I lived