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Alia’s heart was in a tangled mess. Yet Marcellus seemed oblivious to her shyness. He simply continued his earnest massage, his head lowered in concentration. In a soft voice, he murmured, “Does it ache here the most? Next time, don’t wear shoes like these for too long—they’ll hurt your feet.”Alia nodded, still silent, her gaze lowering as if she were paying close attention. The fatigue and soreness in her feet from the day began to dissipate, replaced by an unexpected sense of comfort. But inside, her heart was racing, as if a startled deer were leaping wildly within her chest.“Does this feel better?” Marcellus suddenly asked, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His deep, dark eyes were filled with a sincere gentleness, as though searching for confirmation.“Yes… much better.” Alia nodded hastily, her voice carrying the faintest stammer. She feared that saying anything more might betray the inexplicable shyness and panic brewing in her heart.She had wanted to stop him from continui
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the carved window panes and spilled gently into the room, painting Alia’s face with a golden warmth. Her brows furrowed slightly as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, consciousness slowly pulling her from slumber.Suddenly, as if recalling something, she abruptly flung back the blanket and looked down at herself—her bare skin exposed to the cool morning air. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and her cheeks burned bright red. She turned her head quickly to the side, only to find the spot next to her empty. The pillow retained a faint trace of warmth, but the man who had been there was gone.With a soft “thud,” Alia flopped back onto the bed and curled herself tightly into the blanket, memories of last night flooding her mind—Marcellus’s deep voice, his tender and resolute gaze, the way he touched and held her… and those unspeakable moments she could barely fathom. Such intimacy was something entirely foreign to her. In her pa
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, its golden rays spilling onto the bed. Elias’s face appeared in Alia’s mind—his deep, melancholic eyes that seemed to pierce into her thoughts. Her heart tightened inexplicably, a surge of complex emotions washing over her—guilt, sorrow, pain, and even a hint of regret.Was it because of last night? She sighed softly, a wry smile tugging at her lips, as if mocking herself.“Livia, you’re truly sentimental—entangled with both brothers,” she thought, pressing a hand against her chest as if to calm the unease within. This body still bore traces of Livia’s affection for Elias, but those feelings didn’t belong to her, Alia. They were remnants, left behind by Livia.Yet, no matter how much she wanted to stay detached, she couldn’t. Taking over Livia’s identity meant inheriting her emotional entanglements.“I should stay closer to Marcellus,” Alia reassured herself, “Not just for appearances but also to gather more useful information.”Her br
The night was dark and quiet, like a thick, inky shadow. A woman dressed in black slipped silently through the shadows toward the castle ahead. The moonlight cast a faint glow on her slender figure, outlining her graceful shape even in the night. The castle was a classic piece of medieval European architecture, with tall, towering spires and thick stone walls that looked both grand and eerie. Alia smirked slightly, muttering to herself, “Doesn’t seem too hard. A place this big, and no guards in sight? This should be a piece of cake.”Even though she felt relaxed, Alia’s movements were precise and careful. She pulled out a detailed map of the castle from her bag, studying it in the dim light. With a confident nod, she silently slipped inside. Her eyes were sharp, quickly memorizing every hallway and corner. There were no guards, but infrared sensors were everywhere. Trained from a young age, Alia was more than used to these challenges. She moved skillfully, evading every sensor like a
“How…how can it be him…” Alia’s heart raced as she stared in disbelief. The gunshot from last night seemed to still echo in her ears, and the cold, unyielding face was vivid in her memory. Yet here was Marcellus, no longer ruthless and indifferent. His gaze was soft, almost tender, filled with a strange mix of love and unease, as if she were his most cherished treasure.“You… you…” Alia tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse. She forced herself to calm down, struggling to keep a steady expression. However, her wide eyes betrayed a sense of shock and fear she could not hide, and her trembling hands revealed the turmoil within her.Marcellus noticed her reaction, and with surprising gentleness, he lowered his head and held her hand firmly. “I know you’re still weak. Don’t worry. Whatever you want to say, you can tell me after you’ve rested.” His hand was warm and reassuring, conveying a comforting strength. But to Alia, this warmth only intensified her dread.Images from the night bef
Alia gracefully took a seat on the sofa across from him, masking her inner frustration with a gentle smile. Pretending to be a noble lady is truly exhausting. If I were in my original body, I could have leaped across the room in a few strides. Now, these legs are so weak, overly delicate. Despite her irritation, her face maintained an appearance of soft, elegant composure, her every gesture smooth and refined. She turned her head and softly instructed Elise, “Elise, could you bring some tea for Elias and me?”Elise nodded respectfully and left to prepare the tea.As soon as the door closed, Elias wasted no time. He stood up and sat down right next to Alia, startling her with his sudden closeness. She shifted a little away. Then, his deep, slightly teasing voice reached her ear, “Alia, are you feeling better? I was only away for a month at Marcellus’s command, and I return to find you gravely ill.”Alia stole a glance at Elias. He leaned casually against the sofa, his handsome features
Elise returned to the study with a tea tray, only to find that Elias was already gone. She blinked in mild confusion before setting the tea gently on the table in front of Alia. Alia, feeling a surge of anxiety, seized the opportunity to ask casually, “Elise, what kind of person is Elias? What’s your impression of him?”A shy blush appeared on Elise’s cheeks as she stammered, “Well… he’s very handsome… but, hmm, I guess he doesn’t get along very well with Master Marcellus.”Alia’s heart skipped a beat, and she continued to lead her gently, “Oh? Why do you say that?”Elise gave a small smile, as if hesitant to say too much but continued honestly, “Though he’s not involved in the family business like Master Marcellus, he’s often sent by him on these mysterious errands. Every time he returns, he looks exhausted. I’ve heard no one really knows what these tasks are about.”Elise glanced cautiously at Alia’s expression, then hesitated before adding, “Actually… you and Elias seem quite close
Time drifted by quietly, and dusk soon approached. Alia saw a young woman with a resemblance to herself entering the room. Her steps were light and graceful, and she greeted Alia with a warm smile, her voice sweet and gentle. “Sister, you look so well today! You’ve recovered faster than I imagined.” Alia nodded slightly, a polite smile gracing her lips as she replied, “Thank you for coming to keep me company. Let’s enjoy a good time together today.”This young beautiful woman was her younger sister, Lianna. She seemed demure and affectionate, chatting with Alia about recent events and family affairs, as though the two shared a close bond as always. It was clear Lianna had heard of Alia’s memory loss; she kept the conversation casual, asking about her sister’s health with a warm tone.However, Alia’s sharp eyes, trained from her days as a thief, detected something unusual. She noticed that Lianna’s gaze occasionally roamed around the room, as if waiting for someone to appear. When Alia
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, its golden rays spilling onto the bed. Elias’s face appeared in Alia’s mind—his deep, melancholic eyes that seemed to pierce into her thoughts. Her heart tightened inexplicably, a surge of complex emotions washing over her—guilt, sorrow, pain, and even a hint of regret.Was it because of last night? She sighed softly, a wry smile tugging at her lips, as if mocking herself.“Livia, you’re truly sentimental—entangled with both brothers,” she thought, pressing a hand against her chest as if to calm the unease within. This body still bore traces of Livia’s affection for Elias, but those feelings didn’t belong to her, Alia. They were remnants, left behind by Livia.Yet, no matter how much she wanted to stay detached, she couldn’t. Taking over Livia’s identity meant inheriting her emotional entanglements.“I should stay closer to Marcellus,” Alia reassured herself, “Not just for appearances but also to gather more useful information.”Her br
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the carved window panes and spilled gently into the room, painting Alia’s face with a golden warmth. Her brows furrowed slightly as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, consciousness slowly pulling her from slumber.Suddenly, as if recalling something, she abruptly flung back the blanket and looked down at herself—her bare skin exposed to the cool morning air. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and her cheeks burned bright red. She turned her head quickly to the side, only to find the spot next to her empty. The pillow retained a faint trace of warmth, but the man who had been there was gone.With a soft “thud,” Alia flopped back onto the bed and curled herself tightly into the blanket, memories of last night flooding her mind—Marcellus’s deep voice, his tender and resolute gaze, the way he touched and held her… and those unspeakable moments she could barely fathom. Such intimacy was something entirely foreign to her. In her pa
Alia’s heart was in a tangled mess. Yet Marcellus seemed oblivious to her shyness. He simply continued his earnest massage, his head lowered in concentration. In a soft voice, he murmured, “Does it ache here the most? Next time, don’t wear shoes like these for too long—they’ll hurt your feet.”Alia nodded, still silent, her gaze lowering as if she were paying close attention. The fatigue and soreness in her feet from the day began to dissipate, replaced by an unexpected sense of comfort. But inside, her heart was racing, as if a startled deer were leaping wildly within her chest.“Does this feel better?” Marcellus suddenly asked, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His deep, dark eyes were filled with a sincere gentleness, as though searching for confirmation.“Yes… much better.” Alia nodded hastily, her voice carrying the faintest stammer. She feared that saying anything more might betray the inexplicable shyness and panic brewing in her heart.She had wanted to stop him from continui
After a day filled with turmoil and emotional highs and lows, Alia felt both physically and mentally exhausted. She decided to set aside her worries for the moment and nodded in agreement. Picking up her wine glass, she walked to the sofa, sat down, and took a small sip of the red wine. The rich aroma of the top-quality vintage unfolded on her palate.She gently swirled the wine in her glass, yet her thoughts drifted to the past. Though she had been a common thief in her past life, her mentor often taught her the etiquette and skills of aristocratic life, especially the art of wine tasting. “Blending into the noble circles is the first step to steal more valuable treasures,” her mentor’s voice echoed in her mind. “You need to learn how to distinguish wine, understand manners, and even master culinary skills. Only then can you avoid being exposed.”As these memories surfaced, Alia’s hand froze midair, her expression clouded with a hint of wistfulness. She thought of her mentor’s warm ye
The car was steeped in silence. Marcellus seemed to ponder for a moment before speaking slowly. “The reason I brought Elias here is that I’m preparing to let him start handling some things for me.” His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable firmness. “No matter how many conflicts exist between us, he is still my brother, one of the few people I can trust.”He paused, his gaze shifting to the window, as if recalling Elias’s earlier outburst. His tone softened slightly. “As for why he was so angry… perhaps he was worried about you. This place is cold, and the climate isn’t great. He might be afraid you’ll get sick. He doesn’t say it outright, but he does care about you.”Marcellus’s expression grew subtle, and a trace of mockery crept into his tone. “Though his ‘concern’ seems a bit excessive.”Alia listened to his words, a cold sneer rising in her heart. That tone—it’s jealousy, plain and simple. While she found it amusing, a trace of annoyance also surfaced.“Why is he so angry?
Elias’s sudden outburst was like a flash of cold lightning splitting the tranquil air, freezing everything around him for a brief moment. Alia stood to the side, startled. She had never seen Elias lose control like this. His eyes burned with more than just anger—they were filled with deep anxiety and unease. Wasn’t he always nonchalant, with that carefree, devil-may-care attitude? Yet now, he seemed as if someone had struck a nerve he could never compromise on.Unlike Alia’s shock, Marcellus appeared calm, as if he had anticipated this reaction. With a quiet sigh, he lifted his gaze to meet Elias’s fiery glare, his voice steady and resolute. “It’s her decision. She wanted to come, just to look. Edgar agreed too. Do you understand? Just to look.”“Just to look?” Elias let out a cold laugh, raising an eyebrow in obvious disdain. His gaze bore into Marcellus, as though searching for any hint of a lie in his expression. The fire in his eyes only seemed to grow. Yet, after a tense moment,
As Alia was lost in thought, the car suddenly came to an abrupt stop. The door opened, letting in fresh air tinged with a damp chill.“We’re here. This is the main site for the expansion project,” Marcellus’s voice broke through her reverie. He stood outside the car, extending a hand to help her out.Alia lifted her head and froze momentarily at the sight before her. The land was clearly abandoned, overgrown with weeds and low vegetation that formed a thin green carpet across the ground. The place was eerily desolate, as if untouched by human presence for years. In the distance, scattered gravestones peeked out from the wild growth, their surfaces weathered and scarred by time. Twisted old trees lined the edges of the graveyard, their gnarled shadows cast by the setting sun creating strange, fragmented patterns on the ground, as if silently narrating the history of this forsaken place.The air car
“Calling me?” Alia’s heart sank sharply at the words. Her thoughts wandered far, and in that instant, she was almost certain of what Marcellus was referring to—the ‘Holy Grail.’The car continued forward, the scenery outside the window retreating in a blur. Marcellus’s voice, tinged with nostalgia and a faint sigh, broke through the hum of the engine.“Back then, Edgar thought the area near the graveyard was too challenging to develop—too remote, with little value. But you insisted there was ‘something about the place,’ something worth exploring. After some discussion, it was decided we’d symbolically turn some soil and plant greenery to improve the environment. However, it was explicitly agreed that the graveyard itself would remain untouched to avoid offending the departed.”He paused, his gaze clouded by a tinge of complexity. “But no
As Livia and Elise left the room, Marcellus turned to Edgar, his expression tense. “Are you really going to let Livia see it? And what exactly am I supposed to tell her? What should I hide? After she lost her memory this time, I thought it was a blessing in disguise, a chance for her to forget all that pain. But now you’re dragging her back… The thing we found during the last expansion, that was the source of her suffering.”His voice carried a mix of frustration and subdued anger, his hands clenching unconsciously as he recalled haunting memories.Edgar raised his gaze, meeting Marcellus with a calm yet commanding look. “You’ll tell her a carefully chosen version of the truth. Tell her the discovery during the last expansion happened because of her instincts—that it was her intuition that led us to unearth that artifact. We need her intuition again, and perhaps she’ll uncover something just a