It pretty much looked like I was far too dumb to become Aren's wife... according to his mother at least. I had spent hours scrutinizing every detail of that jewelry box, but nothing had brought me any closer to cracking the opening mechanism! It was killing me! I had always been a riddle master, but now... I couldn't even see the damn riddle! Discouraged, I took a picture of each side of the box, put it back into the safe, and went to bed.For the next few days, I kept looking at the pictures I took during every coffee or lunch break, hoping for a sudden revelation. At least I got the exact distraction I needed so I wouldn't feel like a sex-addict suffering from withdrawal. I texted Aren several times, but curt, short replies were the only messages I got back from him. I knew I should blame him, though. He must have been struggling to solve every problem before the wedding date. After two days, I stopped even ending my messages with a question mark, sending him words of encouragement
There was no chance that Veronica wouldn't tell Neil every single detail about our visit to the Wintons' mansion as soon as we left and called it a day. My phone rang exactly fifteen minutes later. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this, Ms. Bell!" I heard Neil nearly cry out as I took the call. "Don't be. You told me to call you, and I didn't, but mostly because I was sure that I could handle it on my own," I said, wondering where my confidence came from. "Still... You are aware that I needed to report this to Mr. Lan? He got very mad… Please don't blame me if he calls you... " His concerned tone sent a wave of anxiety right through my body. Something about Neil's words annoyed me. Would Aren truly blame me for taking care of the problem myself instead of using Neil? Why would I need to pretend I was weak when I wasn't?! It was the first time that I felt strong enough to stand up against someone like Vanessa and keep my head held high. Somehow, my good mood burst like a soap bub
I stared in awe at the shining gem lying in my hand for a few long minutes. Its color was intensely blue, and no matter from what angle I looked at it, the stone was perfectly clear. I had never seen anything as beautiful. Did Aren truly want me to have it? It felt surreal. Wasn't it some kind of family heritage, passed from generation to generation? It was more than obvious that the "diamond" in the name of Aren's company wasn't a coincidence either. How could I become the new owner of something like that?I put the diamond back into the pocket of the jewelry box and grabbed my phone since I had little knowledge about expensive gems. As soon as I googled the basic information, I froze, realizing that the pretty blue stone inside the box could be worth more than twenty million dollars! Certainly, that wasn't a sum of money that could overwhelm Aren, but I was close to a heart attack! Two seconds later, I was calling Aren, with my heart thundering with anxiety."Hello, Sunshine," he sa
The throbbing in my head painfully announced my returning consciousness. The ache was strong enough to make me feel sick. I tried opening my eyes, but I saw nothing but black. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized that I was tightly blindfolded with some dark piece of fabric. I was sitting on a hard, uncomfortable chair with my hands tied behind the back of the seat and another rope restraining me at my waist. My bare feet were stiff and painful from touching a smooth, cold floor. My whole body felt sore and numb. I wondered how many hours I had been sitting there. I shivered uncontrollably, but I couldn't say if it was because of the low temperature in the place I was in or of my body's exhaustion. My heart pounded, spreading the adrenalin in my veins as the overwhelming fear paralyzed me. Where was I? Was there anyone inside that room, watching me right now? What kind of a sick bastard could have kidnapped me and why? Was it because of Aren? The squeaking sound of the door ope
Tears started to wet my blindfold and flow down my cheeks, tears of fear and helplessness. I had never been so lost in my entire life. I shifted my weight from one frozen foot to another without even fully knowing what the place that I was locked in looked like."Focus, Cora! Focus! You need to think!" I shouted at myself, forcing out the last ounce of my strength.I could still hear those vicious men laughing outside my door, but I knew that they were getting ready to evacuate, and they would leave me here as soon as all the explosives were set. I heard one of them saying that the trigger would be placed on the door handle, and as soon as someone opened the door from the outside, the whole building would blow up. I knew that Aren wasn't stupid enough to walk in without checking the whole place, but what if he acted irrational and hasty? I was on the edge of a panic attack, but I couldn't allow myself to lose my senses.Breathing deeply, I took cautious steps toward the wall and then
I woke up in a hospital bed. It must have been early morning since the sun was slowly rising in orange-red. I could see its beautiful colors getting inside through the window. When I turned my head away from the glow, I noticed that I had an IV drip attached to my arm, and then I saw one more thing... the shreds of my dirtied wedding gown, hanging by the closet behind the metal drip stand. The sight of it squeezed my chest painfully. I spent days dreaming about the moment Aren would see me wearing that amazing gown, and now, it just hung there devastated. "They will pay for what they did." Only then did I see Miranda sitting by the foot of my bed. Her eyes were swollen and red from tears, her jaw clenched. "Miranda..." I muttered, giving her a faint smile. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, swallowing tears. "We shouldn't have left you alone…" "You couldn't have known. It's not your or Monique's fault. You were helping me with the wedding…" I paused as my eyes unknowingly drifted to my wedd
Miranda insisted on keeping me in her clinic for the observation, although I truly wanted to go home and spend more time with Aren. At the same time, I knew that I shouldn't have bothered him for a while. He had a lot to take care of. Nonetheless, I felt more lonely than ever without him. I was desperate to feel him again. I could nearly sense that he was the essential element I needed in my therapy. Certainly, he kept calling me whenever he had time to talk, but it wasn't half as comforting as his touch or even the sole sight of him. My bruises and the cut on my cheek were healing fast. After five days, they were almost invisible. Unfortunately, I had to wait a little longer to remove the stitches from the wound on my head. It was one of the reasons Miranda wanted to keep me inside the clinic longer, but I could sense the real reason... As unreasonable as it was, she felt guilty, and that made her overprotective. "Miranda, I can take care of myself. Trust me," I coaxed. She stayed
We walked upstairs and stopped at my bedroom door. Aren held my hand in his, his thumbs rubbing my palm teasingly."Good night, Cora," he said, reluctantly.His hand was slipping away as he turned toward his door. Somehow, I felt a wave of anxiety."Wait," I muttered. "Don't go…" My fingers curled on his tips, unwilling to let him leave."Beautiful, we shouldn't." He smiled and kissed my forehead."I don't want to be alone. Just... stay with me." I stared at him with pleading eyes, watching his resistance melt away.He didn't say a word as I led him inside. We lay in my bed in an embrace, caressing each other and leaving trails of soft kisses until we fell asleep. I woke up nuzzling his chest while he lay on his side with one hand on my neck and the other wrapped around my waist. I tried not to wake him up, but I failed as I tried to straighten up a bit."Good morning, sunshine," he mumbled with his sexy, sleepy voice."Good morning, handsome." I climbed a bit to kiss the tip of his n
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