“Uncle Tom, how much farther do we have to go?” Lena lifted her skirt slightly as she followed Tom out of the main hall, down a long corridor that became more and more isolated with each step. Her ill-fitting heels chafed painfully against the back of her heels, turning each step into pure agony.
“Just a bit further; the person I’m introducing you to is right over there,” Tom replied, his tone now vastly different from the friendly one of fifteen minutes earlier, as if afraid she’d turn and leave. They passed a few steps and arrived at a door with elaborate decorations. The doorman swung it open, and sounds seeped through the gap, eerily reminiscent of the kind she’d heard at the club a few days earlier. — “Boss, it seems Miss Carrington has left the main hall,” Alaric’s assistant whispered by his side. “Good. As long as she knows how to get home.” “It looks like she didn’t head home, though. I think she went off somewhere else with someone.” Alaric paused, frowning slightly. “Somewhere else?” The assistant, gauging his expression, offered, “Should I go check…?” “No need,” Alaric interrupted. “Where she goes has nothing to do with me. Don’t inform me of her whereabouts again.” — “Uncle, what’s… this?” Once inside, Lena saw another thick velvet curtain separating them from what lay beyond. Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, sensing the type of situation behind the drape. “Just behave once you’re in, and you’ll get what you want,” Tom said, his voice laced with something ominous. Lena froze. “Uncle, is this… I don’t—” “Didn’t you say you’d do whatever it takes?” Tom’s face was now devoid of its usual warmth. Before she could protest, he pushed her through the curtain, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees on the carpeted floor. The jolt left her hands burning, but she forced herself upright. “Well, well, who’s this?” A man with a slight accent chuckled. In the dim room, Lena hadn’t looked up yet, but she could make out a pair of shoes and trouser legs in front of her. Judging by his tone, he was neither young nor frail. Tom rubbed his hands together. “Mr. Ridley, you might not recognize her since you’re new here, but she’s known around these parts as one of the prettiest girls from a wealthy family.” The man, leaning back with his arms draped over the sofa, seemed intrigued. “Oh? And how’d she end up here, then?” “Well, her family business, Carrington Properties, is about to go under. She needs someone influential to rely on, so I thought of introducing her to you.” Keaton Ridley didn’t care much about her background; tales of girls like this only added a bit of spice to their beauty in his eyes. Lena turned to look at Tom, eyes wide in disbelief. How could the man who’d always been so kind to her push her into another trap? Unhappy with only seeing her profile, Keaton leaned down, gripping her chin to turn her face fully towards him. His rough fingers pressed into her thin cheeks, a smirk curling his lips. She was a lovely one, he thought—the dress hugged her slender frame well, and her eyes, though fierce, still glimmered in the low light. “Alright, she can stay.” Those words felt like a death sentence. Lena wrenched herself free from his hand, looking desperately towards Tom as he turned to leave, smiling. “Uncle, please, I don’t want this.” Tom’s smile faded. “Lena, stop acting out. Mr. Ridley’s family is powerful. If he’s on your side, you could settle any lawsuit… maybe even help your family’s company recover. All you have to do is…” “No, anything but this! Please, take me out of here!” Lena’s voice shook as she begged him, terrified of being left alone in the room with Ridley, where no one would hear her call for help. Tom sighed in frustration. “You said you’d do whatever it took, so I brought you here. You’re lucky he’s even interested.” “What’s going on here, Tom?” Ridley asked, crossing his arms, his voice growing annoyed. “Didn’t you make it clear this girl was willing?” Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lena clung to it. “I swear, I had no idea this was going to happen. Please, just let me leave.” Ridley scowled, while Tom, avoiding his gaze, broke into a sweat. “Let me just talk to her; she’ll agree. It’s a great opportunity for her…” “No! When I said I’d do anything, I didn’t mean… this.” Lena’s voice cracked, her eyes red with suppressed tears. The air grew tense. With a hand on his forehead and a frustrated sigh, Ridley finally waved her off. “Fine. Take her out.” “Mr. Ridley…” Tom started, trying to salvage the situation. Ridley slammed a fist on the coffee table, startling everyone. “Are you trying to ruin me, Tom? You want me to get in trouble as soon as I arrive here? Get out!” — Lena hugged herself, still shaken from narrowly escaping the situation. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, barely able to move. “I’m so disappointed in you, Lena,” Tom sneered, turning on her. “You have nothing left. When an opportunity like this comes, why don’t you take it? If you go back now, Mr. Ridley might even reconsider.” Lena snapped her head up. “Disappointed in me? Uncle, I’m the one disappointed in you. How could you do this to me? Aren’t you afraid my parents will find out?” “Where are they, Lena? It’s been days—have they reached out even once? If they don’t come back soon, don’t blame me for using their precious daughter to settle their debts. You don’t look surprised… don’t tell me you didn’t know they borrowed ten million from me last month.” For a man as greedy as Tom, lending money to the Carringtons had required hefty collateral—namely, a valuable piece of land. But with the family’s assets frozen, he hadn’t had the chance to claim it yet, watching it slip from his fingers. Today, Lena had come to him willingly. He wasn’t to blame for her refusal. Introducing her to Ridley had been a golden chance, and she still thought she was some pampered princess. A company on the brink of bankruptcy, unpaid debts, unfinished real estate developments, and borrowed money from friends left behind… How many more ticking bombs had her family left her with? “I’ll find a way to pay you back for that ten million. Just help me get a lawyer…” “No more chances!” Tom barked. A cold glint flashed in his eye as he reached out. “At least that necklace around your neck is worth something.” Lena winced in pain as the metal chain dug into her skin, clinging onto part of it. “Let go!” But she couldn’t match his strength; the force sent her tumbling backward, landing hard on the floor. A sharp pain shot up her spine, and she gasped. Tom tugged on her necklace again, venting all his pent-up anger from earlier in the room. “Isn’t this going a bit too far, Tom?” Both Lena and Tom froze at the sudden interruption.Lena and Tom turned toward the sound. Alaric stood at the other end of the corridor, his face expressionless, with only an assistant beside him. Lena’s hand, which had been hovering near her high heel, instinctively moved away. Tom cleared his throat, releasing her as he stood up, trying to look casual. "Alaric, what are you doing here?" he asked, his mouth twitching up into a forced smile, causing his mustache to lift with it. Alaric's gaze was dark, and he didn’t answer, striding toward them with his tall frame and repeating what he’d said earlier, "What you just did wasn’t very appropriate, was it?" Tom froze, a faint blush creeping onto his face. "It was just…an accident, really.” Alaric’s stare unsettled him, and Tom decided not to dwell on why Alaric was even standing up for Lena. He only knew he was up against someone who could be both powerful and unpredictable. Stumbling over his words, Tom said, "O
This would be Lena’s last day at the villa. The next morning, she packed a few clothes and essentials into a suitcase, dressed herself in a formal business suit, styled her hair neatly in a half-updo, and put on a pair of comfortable white shoes. She wore no flashy jewelry, but her look was sharp and professional. "Ms. Carrington, how do you feel about everything right now?" "Your employees are facing layoffs and unpaid wages—will you take full responsibility for them?" "Why are you here alone? Where is your family?" "What are your current assets? Will your personal wealth be used to repay the company’s debts?" The reporters' questions were blunt and relentless. They had been camped outside her villa since early morning, with even more swarming outside her company building. Flashbulbs flashed continuously as financial and entertainment journalists all vied for a comment. Even some small creditors and clients
"What's got her so stressed? Is she really wandering the rooftop just because she can't have pretty clothes and bags?" "Haha, you guys are brutal." "I'm heading to the scene now. Anyone coming?" "Count me in—anyone else want to team up?" "Don't bother. She’s not actually going to jump; she’s just looking for sympathy." "Is it really okay to rub salt in someone's wounds like that?" ... The online comments were relentless, and the things people said were too harsh for Lena to ignore. She rolled up her sleeves, adjusted her posture, and her fingers flew over the keyboard. "I'm really sorry for hogging public resources. Rest assured, I have no intention of taking my own life—past, present, or future. Also, if someone truly had suicidal thoughts, those making snide remarks would only be complicit. Please watch what you say, and have a great weekend." Lena switched off her screen and set her phone face down. She didn't care what else people might say; she’d spoken her mind
In a private club suite, there were about seven or eight men, each with one or two attractive women in revealing clothes clinging to them. The room was thick with the smell of cigars and cigarettes, and countless bottles were scattered across the tables, creating a scene of indulgent decadence. At the center was Stellan, lounging back on the sofa. He pulled a woman in a short skirt onto his lap, unapologetically running his hands along her legs as she leaned closer to him. “Stellan, shouldn’t you be comforting that fiancée of yours right about now?” one of the men sneered. The woman on Stellan lap pouted and tapped his chest, “Oh, so you’ve got a girlfriend and you’re still here fooling around? You’re so bad…” Stellan looked utterly unbothered, even pleased. Grinning, he took hold of her chin. “We broke up,” he said. The girl looked surprised, then giggled, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that quickly turned passionate. The others barely paid them any mind, long use
If her friend Diya hadn’t been forbidden by her family from contacting her, Lena wouldn’t have had to turn to that so-called "fiancé" of hers—who broke up with her the moment her family hit financial trouble. Lena stepped out of the club, her solitary figure starkly contrasting with the lively scene she’d just left behind. The memory of what happened inside left her feeling sick to her stomach, lingering unshakably. Feeling unsteady, Lena clutched her transit card and headed toward the bus stop. Ironically, she’d only learned how to use public transportation a few days ago. Even though she was adopted, her parents had never treated her any less than their own, spoiling her like a little princess. But times had changed. Now she couldn’t even afford gas, let alone a car of her own. She sighed softly. After walking just a short distance from the club, she felt an intense gaze from the street. Looking up, she saw a tall figure leaning against a red sports car. She didn’t need to
Lena returned home to the vast, empty mansion, once filled with warmth and life. Her family was gone, the household staff dismissed, leaving only a hollow shell of the place she used to know. The house itself was now collateral under the company’s assets, with everything inside tagged for repossession. In a few days, it would be sealed off and auctioned to repay their debts.She didn’t have the energy to pack. Instead, she went straight to her bed, lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. She kept thinking back to last month when her parents had celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday. They had carefully planned every detail of the party: floral arrangements, balloons, creating a dreamy atmosphere. She wore a custom black satin gown with a delicate strap and 3D white feathers adorning it. One of her gifts that night was a set of jewelry with aquamarine gems, the same color as her eyes—a necklace, along with a pair of platinum earrings set with diamonds and pear-shaped aquamarine s
After waiting three days, Diya finally responded, saying her family was monitoring her bank account closely, and she could only send a few ten thousand dollars to Lena.It was just enough for Lena to pay the final wages to the maids, gardener, and driver, with nothing left over for herself. Money wasn’t even the main issue now; she urgently needed a skilled lawyer and some connections to help her. After some thought, she realized her ex-fiancé was her best option—at least he might remember their past relationship. But it was worse than she expected; he only humiliated her.With no news of her family, she couldn’t just sit and do nothing.“That lady up there doesn’t have an invitation,” someone pointed out as Lena stood outside a private cocktail party, trying to slip in with an older couple. She was dressed well enough to look the part, so the security guard at the door hadn’t immediately suspected she wasn’t with them.“Just my luck,” Lena muttered under her breath. When one of the g