I kept wondering what kind of a "date" Aren meant, and how was it supposed to be my assignment? I sat at the workshop, and for the first time, I couldn't focus on the job. I did some easy tasks automatically, but the parts that needed an individual approach took me longer than ever to fix. "What is wrong with you today?" Norton frowned. "You've never worked so slowly before." His comment pulled me out of my daze. I felt guilty. I had never acted sloppily in my job, and I even let someone like Mr. Always Quiet Norton point it out. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled like a scolded schoolgirl. "Norton, cut the girl some slack." Alan came to my rescue, handing me a fresh mug of coffee. "Can't you see she's thinking about a guy?" "I'm... what?" I laughed hysterically. Alan grinned wickedly, pointing at my flushed cheeks. "See, I was right. There is a guy. So... who is he?" He blinked his eyes, leaning over me. "I… He…" I panicked. I wasn't prepared to tell them anything, but since Aren and I
Benjamin drove us to the Lan Diamond Tower's underground parking lot. It was after eight, and most of the employees were already gone. Of course, Aren was still working in his office, spending his fourteenth hour answering calls and emails and dealing with all sorts of problems. I thought of going upstairs to meet him, but Neil insisted that I stay in the car until his boss was ready to come down. "Your car will be here in five minutes. You will switch cars and wait for Mr. Lan," he informed me. "I thought that Benjamin would be the one to take us there," I said, suddenly feeling anxious. "No. Marcus will be the one to take you to your date. He's Mr. Lan's private driver," Neil explained. I smiled faintly, feeling that my recently gained confidence was leaving me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I wanted to be courageous, but my little inner introvert made me feel awkward around new people, and I think I had already exhausted my daily limit of meeting new people. "Relax
Aren poured me another glass of wine while I started to tell him the story of my first love. Normally, I would find it uncomfortable and embarrassing, but there was something in Aren's gaze that soothed me and made me trust him. Was I making a mistake in telling him? I had never cared about rich people, and I had never researched Callan and his family, but what if Aren knew him? I observedAren as I mentioned my ex-boyfriend's name, but I couldn't read anything from his expression. Perhaps he had never heard of him, or it simply didn't matter to him. After all, it was merely something that had happened in his contract fiancée's past, one of the examples of a fairytale gone bad."I didn't care about who he was, although I heard rumors that he was from some wealthy family. I didn't like him at first. He was seriously handsome, but he was also this arrogant type who thought that everyone else was beneath him just because he had money. I stood up against him once and called him a doucheba
I kept staring at the photos in disbelief. How could I be such an idiot?! I allowed myself to get lost in the moment. I let Aren charm me, and I wanted to trust the warmth I felt from him. In each of those pictures, I saw myself looking at Aren like a woman in love, and I hated myself for showing him this vulnerable side of me. He manipulated me, and I let him."Are you angry?" Monique worriedly patted my shoulder.I smiled wryly. "It's just... you know... It was our private moment and those photos..."Monique nodded sympathetically. "I get you. You are not used to being in the spotlight, but since you are dating New York's most wanted bachelor, you will get a lot of attention from now on.""I guess you are right…" I sighed, lowering my head so that my eyes wouldn't betray my inept lie.I was pissed, and I could barely keep my composure. The blood was boiling in my veins and holding a smiling face became unbearable."So, tell me everything! How did it happen?" Monique grinned, leaning
I ran out of the Lan Diamond Tower, wondering what the hell had just happened. I hit Aren, I threatened him, and I expected that he would be infuriated by that, but when his body was an inch away from mine, it wasn't anger that I felt from him. He seemed frustrated, as if he suddenly felt the need to explain himself and didn't know how to do it. He also said that he couldn't predict his own reactions to me, as if not all of that had happened during our date had been a part of his plan… What did he mean by that?I was confused and flustered. I wanted to tell him that I would not let him mislead my feelings any longer. I thought that he was going to keep acting cold and indifferent, just like when he told me that our relationship would never involve emotions. Why did he change his tone so suddenly? It sounded like he wanted to coax me as if he cared... Did he care or was I imagining things?I went back to the penthouse to change, and then Benjamin drove me to the workshop. I needed to k
It took more than an hour for Alan and Norton to stop drooling over my newest toy. I had to admit that the equipment that Aren gave me was beyond amazing. The number of new possibilities this stuff could create for me was astonishing. I couldn't even begin to imagine how much this computer cost... Of course, it was a little bit like giving a full tank of gasoline and matches to an arsonist, but I would never release my evil powers upon someone who didn't deserve it. Pressured by the boys' excitement, the thought of thanking Aren for granting me this extraordinary gift engraved deeply in my head. For certain, I couldn't present him with anything that had a similar value, and since my freak friends had already seen this computer, there was no way that they would let me reject it. If I were to thank him, I needed to be either creative or practical, or better yet, both. There was also another issue that stayed on my mind: when did he order this laptop? Aren was an influential man, so I c
Aren's entire focus was on me, his eyes sending pleasant chills down my spine. His onyx irises were piercing right through me with unbearable strength. His body, wrapped in a dark-grey suit and white shirt, created a view more dangerous than ever. Our closeness and his scent forced my heart into a wild race. Since my instinctive reaction was meant to create space between our bodies, the palms of my hands unknowingly froze against his firm chest."If you touch mine, then can I touch yours?" he smirked."No!" I exclaimed, taking my naughty hands off of him.His arms were still around me, keeping me on his lap and tightening the grip around me. "Just kiss me and I will let you go," he teased.I smirked and leaned over his cheek, but he noticed it and turned his head before my lips touched him."I want a kiss that has actual worth," he said daringly.I couldn't say that placing a deeply passionate kiss on those plush lips of his would have been a sacrifice. The man whose face was inches a
I couldn't explain how I felt when Aren admitted that he had almost lost control while kissing me. He surely indulged my vanity, making me feel attractive and desirable, but his words also scared me because I wanted at least one of us to be sane and rational, and I know I wasn't. It was time to face it: the physical attraction between us was mutual. After drinking ten glasses of cold enough to freeze my brain water, I decided to take a cool shower. Aren's words kept spinning inside my head. My heart hammered against my chest no matter how badly I tried to regain my composure. This was pure insanity. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this man. Each time he was around, I became overpowered by my primal, most basic instincts. Perhaps it would have been easier to cope with this craving if I wasn't so mentally damaged… I would love to be able to keep my emotions and physical pleasure separate. I knew many women that found it so natural. They could meet someone, sleep with him,
I didn't answer Aren right away. I held my poker face still, resisting the urge to smile. I waited until the smug smirk slowly left his mouth, enjoying every second of his uncertainty. "Say it again," I said. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Will you marry me?" His confusion made my lips gently curve. "Not this, but your words before that." "I love you." He grinned, reaching for my hand. "I love you." He took out the ring from the box and put it on my finger. It fitted perfectly. "I love you," he breathed, leaning closer and placing a gentle kiss on my chin, on my cheek, and my lips. I wish I could say that it was a perfect, romantic moment, but my hormones ruined it all by making me cry again. He chuckled softly, sitting beside me and pulling me onto his lap. He kissed every tear away while gently stroking my hair with his fingers. "I want you forever as my wife. Nod if you agree," he said, giving me the sweetest smile I saw on his face. Of course, I nodded. It was much e
I had been dreaming about this moment for the last five months. No. Scratch that. I had been having nightmares about this moment. From the moment I found out that I was pregnant, there wasn't a single day I didn't think about how I was going to tell Aren. Initially, I wanted to call him immediately. This situation was changing everything between us. I grabbed the phone while tears flooded my eyes. I picked Aren's number... and I froze.The baby I had growing inside my belly would become the future heir of the Lan family. This meant that as soon as I told anyone, I would become the future mother of the future heir... Chills ran down my spine. Would I be forced to live in Shanghai and become nothing more than Aren Lan's wife? I instantly felt nauseous, and not only because I had morning sickness. Something was crushing my chest, and I was scared. I was terrified. And then later, what if someone decided that I wasn't the best mother for my child and would take my child away? I knew that
It'd been over six months since Cora walked out the door of the Lan family mansion. That day was the last time I saw her, the last time I felt her, and the last time I could focus on anything. From that moment, I had been merely existing, surprising myself each time I got up to see another morning. Funny, isn't it? The cold son of the bitch who wasn't supposed to have a heart was suffering from agonizing heartache. If Nanny Mei Lien had seen me like this, she would have called me pathetic.Since my Mother died a little after I was born, Mei Lien was the only parent figure around me. James Winton most likely wanted me to die as well, but Mei Lien did everything she could to keep me safe. She contacted my Grandfather on her own and begged him to grant me and her his protection. He refused. He was soaked with hatred for the daughter who betrayed him, and it was only natural that he would hate that daughter's son as well. It's ironic that right before the daughter whom he hated died wishe
I started packing the second I walked into our room. Aren looked at me, shocked. Within a heartbeat, he surged between me and my suitcase. "What are you doing, sunshine?" His steady voice had a rough edge painted with anxiety. "I'm going back to New York. I had already booked a plane on our way to the mansion." I tried to keep my tone composed, but every piece within me was shaking. He huffed nervously. "When are you coming back to Shanghai?" His eyes darkened; he knew what I was going to say. "I'm not coming back," I muttered, lowering my gaze. "Sunshine... don't..." He shook his head, pain and desperation surfacing in his features wildly. I brushed away the tears that had uncontrollably fallen down my cheeks. "Give me a reason why I should stay?" I pushed him away from my suitcase and continued packing. "I know that I'm selfish, but I can't lose you." His voice was soft, nearly cracking. Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around me, and I surrendered to the warmth of his b
I had trouble eating dinner, and it had nothing to do with my two broken fingers. I couldn't swallow a single piece of food, feeling that every bite got stuck in my throat. Afterward, I went to Lan Jing's office for a private conversation. I was pissed, and with every second that had gone by, I found it more difficult to hide my anger. I had known that Aren would have to be in Shanghai to take over Lan Wang Corporation, but we were going to discuss the details together! I had never even considered moving to Shanghai and staying here permanently!The few friends I had, all lived in New York. My Grandma stayed in the clinic in New York. My life was in New York. I loved Aren, but I had only just begun to truly cherish the place where I lived, and I didn't want to move somewhere else, no matter how beautiful and extraordinary Shanghai was. It wasn't about the language, because I would gladly learn it, but I would do it for myself. I helped Aren with his revenge, and it seemed to me that h
I was not a killer. I'd always considered myself a good person. I had a high set of moral standards, and I had never thought that there would be a day when I would point a gun at someone, thinking that he deserved to die. Still, I couldn't take away his life... But I wanted him to suffer. I aimed at his right shoulder. Adrenaline sharpened my senses, making me more focused than I had ever been in my whole life. The oddly funny fact was that I had problems with hitting the target board, but I knew exactly where the bullet would hit the second I pulled that trigger.Caishen growled in pain, the knife held in his right hand falling to the ground. "You bitch!" he yelled, stomping my way.I shot again, this time aiming at his thigh. The second bullet made him collapse. I watched him fall to the ground, his hands reaching to press the wound on his leg. I smirked coldly. I must have hit an artery since he was bleeding out fast. None of those shots were lethal, but they were enough. He lost.
My husband was two feet away from me. He was covered in blood, but all I cared about was that the blood wasn't his. His eyes carried an explosive mix of emotions. There was fear, guilt, relief, need, longing, pain, anger, and an unrecognizable form of warmth. He stood still, as if he was waiting for my permission to come closer, to touch me, to embrace me. Seeing him near me and not feeling his skin against mine was almost unbearable. My whole body craved him. I could finally breathe because he was close. I spread my arms open, invitingly. It only took a heartbeat for him to encircle me in a tight hug, allowing me to melt into his muscular frame. I breathed in his scent like it was a remedy for all the physical pain."I missed you so much," I mumbled, shedding a wide stream of tears.His hands delicately traced up and down my back as if he was afraid to hurt me. "I'm sorry, sunshine... I'm so sorry." He breathed heavily in between leaving soft kisses on the crown of my head. "I was so
The alarms went off. I could see the red lights flashing rhythmically as Caishen dragged me through the corridor. This time I didn't even dream of running away. I was circled by Max and the group of guards who watched me closely, tensing each time one of my legs swayed as if it was a signal of me trying to run away. I tried to memorize the route but then decided that it was useless since I didn't even know where the exit was. Nonetheless, I'd noticed something before: there were no windows. My suspicions were confirmed as I was pushed into the elevator. We were on the underground floor—Level -3, and the elevator went down to Level -5.Once we left the elevator, I saw more armed men, running somewhere and securing certain areas. Then I heard very distant gunshots. My heart started to pound with a new beat. Aren might have been getting closer. The sole thought made my body warm."Get in," Caishen hissed, throwing me into a raw, almost unfurnished room. "You will wait here until it's all
Caishen's peel of laughter told me that I could breathe again. I emptied my lungs in one hectic exhale. The gun's barrel was still touching my temple. My hand was trembling. I blinked my eyes, slowly realizing that there was no bullet in the chamber. Caishen clapped his hands, visibly entertained that I decided to risk my life, playing his sick game. I hated him. I hated him for making me choose between my life and the lives of the criminals standing around me. It would have been easier if I had lost my moral values and had given up on respect for human lives, but it was something I could never do. Certainly, I believed that there were deviants in this world that didn't deserve to live, but if I was their judge, I would rather grant them hell on earth than send them to hell myself."Are you trying to become a saint, my dear?" Caishen laughed as he snatched the gun from my hand. "We are surrounded by meaningless people. Their lives don't matter. They will always be workers, not creator