"Mr. Finnen, please spare me!" the bald man pleaded. With a cold look on his face, Terry stood up and looked at the other man like he was already dead. "You deserve death for hurting her."Then, he said to his subordinate, "I don't want to see him again.""Yes, Mr. Finnen! Scott has gone too far. Should we inform Ms. Nanami?"Terry faltered for a moment before shaking his head. "No, there's no need. Such filth is not fit to be heard by her. She will have me for the rest of her life. I will protect her, never letting her come to harm ever again."I stumbled as I ran out. Still, I could not hold back the pain. With my arms around myself, I sank to my knees and howled with sorrow. Scott, the man who kept going on and on about how he would marry me. I really was blind. I could not even differentiate a man from a monster.As for Terry…"Fool! You're an absolute idiot…" I murmured through my tears. But then, slowly, a smile broke through my sorrow as warmth filled my heart. S
I did not have many belongings. After briefly packing everything away, I ended up with one luggage bag. Terry held my hand with his free one as we walked side by side, each pulling a bag. We exchanged smiles, filled with the excitement of crossing the great ocean to start anew.How thrilling it was!At that thought, my smile deepened. However, before my smile could truly blossom, our happy moment was abruptly interrupted by a shocking explosion. I flinched, terror seizing me.Terry's face was dark as he hurriedly pulled me into his arms to keep me safe in his protective embrace. The mansion's doors had been blasted open. Through the settling dust and smoke, Scott—dressed in his finely tailored suit—and a group of mercenaries strode in.His eyes fixed on our intertwined hands, narrowing with a dangerous intensity as a lethal intent emanated from him."Adrianna, come here!" he barked out through gritted teeth. "No way!" I shot back immediately. "Scott, I have nothing to
Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I thought I saw Scott rushing towards me, his arms enveloping me in a frantic embrace. He called my name over and over, his voice filled with fear.It was almost comical—a man as ruthless and cold as Scott, driven by fear.…I fell sick. The world passed me by in a hazy blur. Despite my condition, Scott kept me confined, fearful I might try to escape.One morning three days later, I was half-asleep when someone harshly pulled me out of my daze.It was Zeana. "You witch! Do you think you deserve my son?" she hissed, glaring at me with venom before looking me over with disdain. "I've already eliminated his real love, so you're just a stand-in. Know your place."'The real love? Is she referring to Scott's first love?' I wondered."You caused that woman's car accident?" I gasped in realization."That's right!"Due to her lack of regard for me, Zeana did not bother to hide anything and just smirked. "Scared now? Adrianna, if you value
In an illegal clinic, my six-year-old son was trembling. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out helplessly for his mother, pleading with those vile men to let him go, telling them I was waiting for him at home. Despite his pleas, these merciless beasts dragged him to the operating table, denying him even the mercy of anesthesia.Clutching my phone in horror, I watched the video sent by a kind-hearted stranger, my heart breaking with every frame as I cried my heart out. As an orphan turned single mother, I had faced my own horrors. At eighteen, working in a club, I was assaulted by a guest in one of the VIP rooms. I failed to identify his face.Eight months later, my son was born. He would curl up in my arms and, in his tiny voice, promise, "Mommy, don't be scared. When I grow up, I'll protect you!" He was my world.But my heart was consumed by hatred for Michele Finnen.To exact my revenge, I targeted her husband, Scott Langley. Michele, ever the hopeless romant
I was excited. I was damp, but a hint of panic surfaced in my beautiful eyes. I raised my hand, pushing back on Scott's. "Mr. Langley, your wife is here… Your hand…" It was only then that he seemed to remember his hand was still inside my blouse, gripping my breasts firmly.He quickly withdrew his hands. "I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else," he muttered."Miss Adrianna, you should leave," he ordered in a firm tone, trying to dismiss me.But I didn't move. Instead, I grabbed his wrist with a trembling hand, my face a picture of stunning panic. "Your wife is very possessive and doesn't allow any other women near you, Mr. Langley." My voice quivered, growing more desperate. "If I walk out now, she'll misunderstand. What should I do? I don't want to die!" The word 'die' visibly shook him, triggering a dark shadow of painful memories to cross his face.Just then, the door clicked open. Michele stepped into the room. She had caught wind of Scott being overly drunk an
"Stop right there!" Scott's low voice rang out, his handsome face now marred with thinly veiled disgust and anger. "Michele, don't make me hate you even more."At those words, Michele froze in her tracks. Her eyes, red and swollen, were brimming with sorrow, humiliation, and an unwillingness to accept defeat. Yet, she ultimately gave in, deflating like a punctured balloon. Gritting her teeth, her voice filled with stubbornness and pure anger, she declared, "In this lifetime, the only wife you will have is me, Michele! No other woman should even think about it!"With that, she spun on her heel, feigning composure, though her steps were unsteady as she staggered away.As Michele's footsteps faded into the distance, a pang of disappointment tugged at me. However, I remained composed, aware that this was just the beginning of a long journey filled with more thrilling encounters ahead.The moment Michele disappeared, Scott immediately got off the bed and put a deliberate distance be
My blood ran cold.I kept my head lowered, my fingers absently rubbing the handle of my coffee cup. Then, suddenly, my grip tightened, and a cold gleam flickered in my eyes. 'Who does Michele think she is? Just some shameless woman throwing herself at a man, desperate for attention, fawning over someone who doesn't care about her. 'Without my son's heart, she wouldn't be alive today,' I mused. 'And she has the nerve to come here and humiliate me? On what grounds?'My fingertips clutched the cup's handle more tightly than ever, and the temptation to fling the hot coffee straight into Michele's smug face was overwhelming. But I knew that the time was not right, and for now, I had to endure.After what felt like an eternity, I released my grip on the cup. I slowly picked up the bank card that had been lying on the table between us. Calmly, I pushed it back across to her, put on an innocent expression, and said, "Mrs. Langley, you've got it all wrong. There's nothing between m
"Ah!" In a swift, instinctive motion, I ducked behind Scott, my expression the picture of a frightened little deer seeking refuge."What are you doing here?" Scott's earlier warmth vanished, replaced by an icy indifference as he fixed Michele with a sharp gaze. Without a moment's hesitation, he positioned himself between us, his arms wrapping protectively around me.Michele's face contorted with fury when she saw that, her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists. "Adrianna! You wretched—" Her voice cracked, thick with rage.Scott's face darkened, and his voice was cold and cutting as he ordered, "Michele, apologize to Adrianna now."I could hardly believe it. He wasn't holding back at all. He offered Michele no dignity, no escape. Her face paled, and her voice, shrill and trembling with disbelief, rang out. "Why should I apologize to that shameless woman? She's the one who seduced you—""Shut up!" Scott's sharp retort sliced through her accusation before she could finish.