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
We had to wait for another hour until the chaos that we had caused at the shareholders' meeting would finally pass, and we could hope for a moment of privacy. The pictures found by Alan and Norton helped define the ultimate villains and heroes in our story, and no one dared vote against firing the current CFO, COO, and CMO. Nonetheless, even if Aren had always been prepared to offer those positions to somebody else, in case it was necessary, a change like that could never look positive in the public's eyes. Besides, there was one more issue that worried me..."What if Hill, Cooper, and Dawson start spreading rumors about the company? They can say anything now; they are already fired, which means they have no restraints," I said, as we walked out of the auditorium, heading to the elevator.Aren chuckled. "They are not going to talk."How can you be so sure?""They broke one of the fundamental laws in their contracts with Lan Diamond Corporation. They know that they can expect lawsuits
Chris wasn't kidding. The information about Aren and me was all over the news. Initially, I was terrified. I could almost imagine the headlines accusing Aren and me of all sorts of evil deeds against the "poor" executives who had just got fired. When Aren turned on the TV, I was already on the verge of a panic attack, but the news was nothing like I expected...It turned out that the press fell in love with our story, naming Aren and me the golden couple. The moment when Aren scooped me up from the podium and spun me around while holding me in his arms had been registered and shown from every possible angle. The miraculous awakening of a husband who rushed straight from the hospital to save his wife from evil men trying to slander her had quickly become viral. I watched another news report from Lan Diamond Tower, blushing as I realized that something that had felt like our intimate moment now belonged to thousands of people.Surprisingly, the fact that the company had just gotten rid
I could never find the right words to express how amazing it felt to wake up in Aren's embrace. It was sensual and hot beyond limits. I was on edge the entire night, and so was he. The skin of our bodies was hyper-sensitive, making the slightest touch a turn-on. The only reason why we fell asleep was most likely due to overpowering our senses. Putting restraints on our mutual desires was an insanely difficult thing to do...I didn't want to hurt Aren's pride, so I would never say it aloud, but I knew what it meant to have sex with him and how energy-consuming it was. As insane as it sounded, I knew that he was willing to sacrifice his health just to satisfy me, as if he had been neglecting his husband's duty while in a coma, and he wanted to make it up for me. I knew that inwardly he was aware that he hadn't fully regained his strength yet, but he would never have admitted it. He forced me to make it more my problem than his, but I was willing to since I was doing it for him. Unfortun
The whole next week turned out to be completely hectic. The scene with the reporters who had enthusiastically greeted us at the entrance was like an introduction to everything that happened later. Three assistants were specially appointed only to answer the calls from the reporters asking for an interview or a comment. Aren and I agreed to do two interviews, and both of them were scheduled for the week to come, but that, of course, didn't stop the rest of the press from bothering us each time we decided to walk out on the street.The attention that our relationship gathered had a huge positive impact on the company's value, completely overshadowing the fact that Lan Diamond Corporation had gotten rid of three major executives in one day. Nonetheless, everyone knew that the company had dodged the bullet, and that kind of luck would never come twice. To avoid a similar situation happening in the future, the recruitment of the new executives was preceded by extremely careful, and not ent
"I can do this!" I exclaimed, standing in front of the mirror as I was about to put on my evening gown. In less than an hour, I was going to walk into the Langham Hotel as Aren's plus one and drink champagne at the party celebrating the 20th anniversary of New Business Journal. Since the journal had been known for presenting innovative and emerging technologies, it was certain that the event was going to gather everyone in business who wasn't afraid to look into the future. And since in business, those who stay still are already two steps behind, it was obvious that the event would attract everyone who counted. I took a deep breath and put on a fitted white dress with a V-neckline, deep just enough to expose my mesmerizing necklace but not overly expose my breasts. The gown was simple yet sexy; it underlined my thin waist and wrapped around my curvy hips, and the slit at the front was perfect to show off my legs embellished in Jimmy Choo heels. With my eyes emphasized with liner and
I stood in front of the door of some conference room. My hand froze in the knocking gesture, an inch away from the door's surface. I could just act like an idiot and open the door just to see that guy's face, but all of my instincts were telling me to run the hell away from there. My heart thundered as I wondered if I should take a gamble and face the person who wanted Aren and me dead. Finally, instead of barging inside, I leaned against the wall right by the door crack and tried to hear more…"I cannot guarantee that this method will work in this specific situation." I heard another voice coming from that room. The voice seemed calm and much softer than the voice of my kidnapper. "What we can be certain of is that the suggestion will stay engraved inside that man's mind, and he will react to the keywords in a certain way...""What way?!" my kidnapper roared. "The whole mission is useless if we cannot even lead him the way we want to!"Whatever it was that they were planning, it coul
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