I studied the list of names that Neil had sent me while I was on the way to Lan Diamond Tower. I turned on my laptop and used a few tricks to get myself leverage, but I wasn't too certain of what I was doing. Those people whom I was about to face spent most of their lives, working in their positions, and certainly knew a lot more than I did about running a company. It was easy for them to prove that I was incompetent because of my absolute lack of experience, but what if I shifted their focus from the amount of experience to real sales records and achievements? What if they turned out to be reasonable people who valued and appreciated hard work? I truly hoped they were, but at the same time, I needed to be prepared for the worst. For now, I was wearing my armor; the one I packed from the penthouse just in case I'd need it—my black Dolce suit with a pencil skirt and Manolo Blahnik heels. I ran through the entrance hall straight to Aren's private elevator and a minute later, I was darti
I dodged the bullet, but this battle exhausted me beyond my limits. The only good thing about that meeting with the board of executives was that my hangover had been chased away by the rush of adrenalin. Nonetheless, I was aware that I could pull off this kind of stunt once. I was stalling for time, and it was the only thing I could do. I had given Aren an additional two weeks to wake up and come back to me, but I knew that those who had just walked out of Aren's office would use those two weeks to sharpen their teeth and claws. I didn't know what they would plan next, but I needed to step up my game as well. It was time to get to know the company so that I would be better prepared for another blow to come. I asked Neil to bring me reports on every single ongoing project and the most and least successful ones in the company's history. I had assumed that there would be a lot of documents to read, but once Neil and a few other coworkers started bringing the boxes into Aren's office, they
Once I saw the footage Chris had talked about, I realized that his description had been an understatement; that the Asian woman wasn't pretty—she was beautiful. She was slender and rather petite, with gorgeous shoulder-long black hair, black almond-shaped eyes, and full lips. On the two-second recording, she looked frightened and worried with her watery eyes displaying nothing but sorrow and longing. I had never seen Lanfen, but looking at that woman's face, I was certain that I was looking at the one who had once broken Aren's heart. Of course, I needed something that would confirm her identity, but for now, I had to put it on my very long to-do list…We needed to move Aren back to his private clinic, putting him in the most secure wing. We had to do it not only for his safety but to minimize the potential casualties. The worst part of that night's attack was not knowing who was behind these brutal killings or what their purpose was. Was it someone who tried to verify Aren's conditio
I took out the rest of the pictures from the envelope; they made me feel even worse. I had never met Aren, who was in those pictures. He seemed happy. He was smiling and laughing and was definitely in love with the woman standing next to him. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see him smile like that at me. I wondered if the moment Lanfen had left Aren had broken something within him irreversibly. Was the way he looked at me all the affection he could ever give me? If he met Lanfen now, would he look at her the same way he did then? I knew that my thoughts were pitiful and selfish, but I was unable to think of anything else. I was afraid and uncertain of what was going to come. Throughout those final days, my only anchor had been the hope that Aren would awaken soon and offer me his support. I couldn't lose this belief, but that whole situation with Lanfen kept messing me up. I called Chris while I was on my way to Aren's private clinic, and I confirmed that the woman from th
"Do you think this earpiece fell out of Lanfen's ear because she needed to leave Aren's room in a hurry?" I asked, a nervous smile crossing my lips. Jack nodded. "That's the most probable explanation. The earpiece falls on Aren's sheets; maybe it tangled in his pajamas, and we transferred him to the clinic while he carried the device on him." Suddenly, chills ran down my spine. "Does it have any other functions? Can it track Aren's location? Or maybe it can record a sound?" I inquired frantically. Jack grabbed my shoulders and locked his eyes on me. "Cora, relax. I will bring it to our specialists if you want me to, but I am ninety-nine percent sure that it was only made to transfer sound. It cannot track anyone's location. It is not a bug either." I tried to breathe deeply to calm down, but the sole fact that she left something in Aren's room made me paranoically anxious. "I think Lanfen wanted me to know that she was the one who was inside Aren's room," I said nervously. "I am q
As I stormed into Aren's room, I found Miranda there, leaning over him and checking his pupils' reaction to the light. When she turned around, I mouthed hello to her and gave her a warm smile as I rushed to sit on Aren's bed."His reactions seem fine, but he hasn't moved since that one episode that the nurse witnessed." Miranda's lips curved into a crooked smile.I sighed. "I guess we will have to wait."Miranda gave me a comforting pat on the back before leaving me alone with my husband. I grabbed his hand and stared at him, hoping for any sign that would tell me that he was waking up, but nothing like that happened for another hour...It was past seven, and I kept sitting by Aren's bed, talking to him, touching his arm, and caressing his cheeks."I'm scared, Aren. The shareholders' meeting starts at ten o'clock. I don't want to disappoint you... I was trying real hard, but now I'm just tired. I'm afraid that those people will do something bad, and I won't be able to stop them." My v
This extremely handsome man standing in front of me in his classy three-piece navy suit gave me the most alluring smile I had ever seen on his face. I smiled back at him but couldn't stop the tears that instantly covered my cheeks in wide streams. For a moment, the entire hall turned silent, as if nothing else mattered except for the two of us. Our eyes locked on each other, me standing on the podium and him on the level where all the workers and reporters stood. He reached out his arms toward me. I slowly stepped to the edge of the podium, taking in his entire magical presence. I hurriedly put the heels back on my feet in an instant need to look more presentable. He chuckled and scooped me up to hold me in his arms, bridal-style. I gasped and put my arms around his neck as he spun me around before gently putting my feet on the floor next to him. My heart beat hectically. His warmth, his touch, his smile... I missed it all insanely. I wished I could clash my lips against his and kiss
There were only two pairs of eyes looking at Aren and me without an ounce of hostility: Chris, who sat on our left side as the second biggest shareholder, and Neil, who sat farther away from the main people, ready to offer his assistance if Aren needed it. The fact that I found suspicious was that only Chris seemed to be overjoyed by Aren's return, while the rest exchanged nonchalant looks or filled the room with their impatient huffs. I seriously wondered what was wrong with those people.As Chris noticed my confused grimace, he leaned into my ear to give me an explanation. "Most of the shareholders are the rich kids—the unnecessarily bright and easy to manipulate rich kids."I stifled a chuckle, suddenly detecting a lack of brain cells in at least five of those who sat by the table. I wanted to thank Chris for giving me more confidence, but he suddenly moved his chair a little further away from me. I couldn't understand why until I shifted my gaze to my husband and saw him glaring a
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