“Naturally, I’m very aware of whom you’re working for. I know he’s your boss. So, if you really can’t help me, then just send me back home. I won’t hold it against you,” said Deirdre despite already deciding to coerce Sam by capitalizing on his softr-heartness.She was sure Brendan would never punish Sam too much, even if he disobeyed his boss a little, which meant she could stand to be more forceful and get what she wanted. And yet, in the end, she could not find it in her to do it. Sam had been nothing but kind and helpful to her—she could not let herself force this same man into a corner and use him as a means to her end.“But you’re just going to try to see Mr. Brighthall through some other way if I send you back home, right?”Deirdre cast her eyes down. “You’re not wrong.”He sighed. “Christ. I guess… I guess I could ask Mr. Brighthall to agree, if nothing else. I’m not allowed to make my own decisions, but I can at least suggest something to him.”He got out of the car and w
Deirdre’s rage dissipated in all of her weariness. He was right—she knew what she was getting when she chose to do this. Brendan stared down at her from his nose, his gaze unreadable. “So, why are you here, exactly?”Deirdre closed her eyes. “I want you to let Kyran live in peace.”“What!?”She opened her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat. Her pretty, clear eyes were begging him. “Please, Brendan, if you’re pissed about something, just vent it on me. Don’t drag Kyran into it, please! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t deserve it.”The absurdity of this revelation crashed onto him. He gripped her chin tightly and pulled her closer in. “I wish I could crack your skull open just to see whatever the h*ll is eating your brain. You’re accusing me of venting my steam on Kyran somehow!?”“Am I wrong?” A look of confusion swept across her face momentarily before certainty replaced it. Kyran had not been acting like himself lately, and that woman had something to do with i
“Feeling it already?” Brendan smirked, his eyes narrowing at the sight. He bent, looming over her, and gently tipped Deirdre’s chin up at him.She slapped her hand away as shame rose to take control of her. Everything about it was so embarrassing, yet Brendan was such a professional at kissing that even her rage could not come up with any retaliation.She asked for it the moment she came to see him. She knew this was going to happen.She fought her shame at bay and clenched her hands. “Why? Why are you doing this? If Charlene knows… She’s not going to be happy about this!”The name seemed to have summoned dark clouds into Brendan’s gaze. Deadpanned, he replied, “Why? Because that’s who we are. That’s what all men are. Just because I love her doesn’t mean I’m going to save myself for her or something stupid like that. I can always indulge in my old bedmate if I do it behind her back.”‘His old bedmate… Me…’Deirdre blanched at the idea. She shot a look of disappointment at Brendan
Deirdre shook herself awake and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Oh, God. Sorry. I was lost in thoughts. Thanks for bringing me home.”“Don’t mention it.” Sam hesitated for a moment before asking, “Um, Miss McKinnon, you don’t look so good. Are you okay? Did Mr. Brighthall say something demeaning again?”Deirdre wished that was the extent of his humiliation back there. She wished that was all it took for this to end. But Brendan clearly enjoyed dragging it out. Deirdre resented him for it, yet she was clearly too hapless to do anything about it.She could not say much to Sam, so she smiled and assured him that she was fine. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can you help me remove Brendan’s number from my blacklist?”Sam had never worked with an old model before this, but it didn't take him long to get used to it. It took him only a minute. Deirdre thanked him and left. Then, for days on end, Deirdre lived in a constant state of anxiety and distress. She would jump, prepare herself men
”Well, I’ve been telling you to do that for a while now, haven’t I?” Kyran replied softly. “And turn off the lights too. I’ll only be home in the wee hours of the morning, tops. Go ahead and get some rest before me.”‘Early morning, then? Well, that’s enough time.’Deirdre clutched the edge of her skirt tightly. “Don’t… work yourself too hard, okay? When everything’s finally over, we… We’ll move to Germia.”“Yes, we will.” He let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll marry you there.”Deirdre’s ears were still red and burning when the call ended, but she did not have the luxury of time to enjoy it. She marched to her closet and took out a dress. A simple touch-up with lipstick later, she let her hair down just as her phone alarm beeped.She took her keys and hailed a cab. It hardly took her that much time—this was the moment when the city’s nightlife was starting. “To Sigh and Sea, please.”Deirdre had a guess on what kind of establishment it could be, and it turned out to be just as she had
“Where’s Brendan?” Deirdre demanded.“Brendan’s not here, sweetheart!” The middle-aged man brought his beer mug toward her and caressed her cheeks. “You’re here to serve us.”Serve? Deirdre’s eyes trembled. She slapped the man’s hand away. “Don’t touch me!”The crowd erupted into laughter. “Oh! Spicy!”The middle-aged man grabbed her hand with the strength of a lobster’s claw. “But what if I’m touching you, huh? What are you gonna do about it, huh? Brendan got you here to be our entertainment for the night, sweetheart. Make us happy, and we’ll make you very happy too!”Deirdre’s quivering eyes turned red. She was shaking. Brendan had sent her there to be their plaything!?A chill ripped through her innards. Every breath felt like a stab to her lungs. No wonder Brendan had told her to come here and to put on something “nice”. He never planned to let her live in peace—he wanted to humiliate her to win back Charlene’s heart!The man reached out again. “Come drink with me, babe!”D
Mr. Cruz had hardly finished his sentence when a very stormy-faced Brendan threw a punch at Mr. Cruz’s nose. The older man wailed and collapsed on the floor as blood sprayed from his broken nose. That was only the beginning. Brendan’s face had twisted into a vein-popping, nightmarish glower. He grabbed Mr. Cruz by his collar and dished out more punishment square on his face. Every hit was rock solid, and even as blood was spraying, there was no sign of Brendan lessening his force.It happened so quickly that the crowd was too startled to say anything or pull him away. They just gawked at him, though one of them managed to be aware enough to cry out, “What are you doing, Brighthall? That’s Mr. Cruz right there! You’re going to need his favors, right!?”“Since when have I ever needed any f*cking favor from a sh*thead!?” Brendan thundered, his eyes dangerously red. His gaze was so sharp it was like the service end of a dagger, and the man promptly shut himself up, pale.Brendan gav
Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post-traumatic fit. “Are you happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!? Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous breakdown, doesn’t it, you demon!? If you hate me so much—if you hate me this much—then why didn’t you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn’t have to suffer all of your torment for no f*cking reason!”Brendan froze. It felt like a million thorns were stabbing his chest simultaneously, stinging him so much that his teeth chattered. It hurt, yet he could not even garner the strength to voice it. It took him a while to reel out of that pain. He threw his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as he could, as though he was worried that she might vanish if he did not. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry… I should have protected you.”He was muttering to himself as pain ravaged him.“You’re sorry?” It was a scoff. What an abs
"Where is she?"Brendan stared at him, utterly surprised. Sean's voice trembled a bit, but his eyes held a clear and hopeful gaze.Brendan finally calmed down and looked behind him. "There, that's your mother."This was the first time Sean had spoken. Deirdre felt her mind buzzing. When she snapped back to reality, she extended her hand. "Sean, come here."Sean's eyes held gentle amazement. He was intelligent—perhaps he had sensed it on the way there. Thus, his feelings were a blend of happiness and satisfaction.He felt joy that Deirdre was going to be his mother.Being a kid, he took a few steps but couldn't stop his tears, holding onto Deirdre firmly.Deirdre suppressed her own urge to cry and crouched down, wiping away his tears. "Do you... hate mom for not being there and not recognizing you?"Sean shook his head frantically. "As long as you're here… That's enough…"Deirdre hugged him tightly, and Brendan approached, wrapping them both in his embrace.When they brought S
"I was too young back then, still sulking with my father," Brendan replied after recalling his childhood.Arthur chuckled. "Kids will be kids, after all. Besides, your father was an excellent businessman, and you've followed in his footsteps. I've heard about your impressive success with the business in Neve. You're truly talented. With the Parkers under your control, I can finally relax." Brendan thought it was just praise from an elder. He was about to give a humble response when he got surprised by the rest of the statement. This made him freeze in place."The Parkers?" Deirdre was equally surprised."What's wrong?" Arthur beamed. "Don't you both already have children? Although you've divorced, your relationship is still strong. Don't tell me there's no thought of remarriage?""Remarriage? It's not the right time yet." Deirdre blushed from the teasing."It'll come eventually. If that's the case, then you are both part of the Parkers now. You're my only daughter, and he's my s
Beneath the envelope lay the evidence. Deirdre stared at it for a long time, with Brendan by her side, offering silent support.The next day, they boarded a plane back to Southedge. Within three days, news of the top political figure's downfall due to corruption spread like wildfire throughout Southedge, even captivating the interest of other cities.Upon learning the full story in his study, Arthur's aging face was stained with tears of regret. "If only I had known sooner... I wouldn't have let your mother leave like that."Deirdre lowered her gaze and handed the letter to Arthur. "My mother explains in the letter that her departure was a voluntary sacrifice to protect everyone. She never blamed you."Arthur gazed at the letter, struggling to find the right words.Deirdre left silently, shutting the door.-Ryker was also brought to the police station. Under Sterling's methods, he confessed to the murders. Emily faced the same outcome.All of them waited for their trials.-
The distance from Southedge to Village Alnwick was immense, yet Brendan displayed unwavering resolve."Then let's depart today," he said.As Deirdre bid farewell to Arthur, an unexpected glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. "Visiting your mother's grave, huh? Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself, don't overexert.""Yes," Deirdre replied. Faced with Arthur's hesitant gaze, she felt compelled to add, "Dad, I'll be back."Arthur met Deirdre's gaze, hope rekindling in his eyes.Deirdre softly sighed. "You're my father, my family. Of course, I'll return." "Really? You mean it?" Arthur's excitement made his hands tremble slightly. He held onto Deirdre as if wanting to convey something, but all that emerged was a murmur, "Then please return early... Come back as soon as you can...""Sure. I have a friend coming over later today. Take care of him. Oh, and my boyfriend is here, too. Don't worry about the specifics. I'll explain everything upon my return."As she stepped out, Bren
"Brendan Brighthall?" Ryker wiped away his own nosebleed. "How did you manage to come from Neve? Didn't I ask Emily to keep an eye on you? That useless fool who can't even accomplish simple tasks.""Choosing to control minds with drugs all along, you should have anticipated this outcome." Brendan acted roughly. As he got up, he took the key from Ryker and placed Ryker on a chair.Deirdre clenched Brendan's sleeve tightly. Sensing her tension, Brendan embraced her to calm her down."It's okay. I'm sorry for coming back so late, making you go through this.""It's not your fault. Your timely arrival saved me from further trouble. It's my own foolishness... I let him find something to use against me," Deirdre said, shaking her head weakly.Brendan frowned, cupping Deirdre's face. "He wasn't someone easily deceived, to begin with. You've done well. I'm the one who brought you into this danger, which is unforgivable."Brendan's dark eyes were filled with intense emotions. He had arrive
Deirdre hugged Ryker, resting her head on his chest as he patted her back. "By the way, you're not curious about where I went after I left early this morning?"Deirdre realized the hidden meaning behind Ryker's words, retreated from Ryker's embrace little by little, and looked at him.Ryker's eyes, as enigmatic as ever, held a clarity that seemed to pierce through everything. "I went to the hospital."He didn't wait for Deirdre to respond. "Because I was curious why I was so sleepy last night for no reason. Any ordinary person might chalk it up to exhaustion. But I know my body too well. You drugged me."Deirdre felt a sudden chill running down her spine.Ryker took a step forward casually, but his eyes were full of killing intent. "I underestimated you, Deirdre. Your acting skills are far more impressive than I imagined. You nearly had me fooled. You deserve an Oscar. What a pity that you're now in my hands."Deirdre retreated abruptly, but she found a cold wall barring her esca
Deirdre was momentarily stunned as she watched Arthur search around the study. Eventually, he uncovered a rusty key from a drawer.Arthur raised the key. "Is this what your mother desired?"Deirdre's mind raced, thoughts swirling. "Is this from my mother?"A hint of disappointment shadowed Arthur's eyes as he nodded. "This is the only thing she left me before she departed. She didn't explain why. She just made me promise to keep this key and never search for her."Although I agreed, the thought of it weighed heavily on me. So, I hid the key in a corner of the drawer instead of treating it like any other possession. In hindsight, I shouldn't have made that promise. I shouldn't have let her go alone."Deirdre's voice wavered, confusion evident. But as realization dawned, her heart raced. "Can you give me the key?"Arthur earnestly nodded, his expression solemn. "This belongs to your mother. I'm willing to give it to you whenever you're ready. To be honest, I'm relieved to pass it o
The butler nodded and guided Deirdre to the study's door. Gathering her emotions, she pushed it open.Arthur's attention was on some documents, but the door's creak made him look up. He met Deirdre's gaze, causing a subtle flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes."Deirdre..." He set aside the file. "Did you just wake up? Hungry? I'll have the kitchen prepare something."Deirdre shook her head, closing the door gently."Not hungry. I came to talk.""Everything okay?" Concern colored Arthur's expression. Though he seemed worried she might leave, he tried to hide it. "Go ahead. I'm with you."Deirdre found his reaction slightly amusing. "I'm not leaving."A spark returned to Arthur's eyes. "Then what's up?"As Deirdre grew more serious, she said, "I came to Southedge not just for a visit. I want to know if my mother left something with you before she passed. Something significant.""Left something?" Arthur was puzzled. "She left several things. Which one do you mean?"De
Brendan's eyes held a hint of pity as he spoke hesitantly. "Your mother took that item away."He gently touched Deirdre's face. "That man kidnapped your mother years ago. I don't know what happened during that time. Maybe he hurt your mother and wanted to keep her forcibly. Eventually, your mother found a chance to escape back to your father with the man's item."She left suddenly while pregnant with you, not out of hatred for your father, but to protect you. Now, that person is unsure if your mother or Arthur has the item. Thus, he aimed to kidnap both you and your father, taking his time to retrieve them."Deirdre's mind was overwhelmed, flooded with information that threatened to drown her. This unexpected revelation left her in disbelief.'My mother left my father because of me? And the mastermind behind Ryker is responsible for my mother's kidnapping?'"So that item holds significant importance for this person, enough to bring him down, right?" Deirdre forced herself to calm