ZeldaA glacial chill settled in my eyes. I stared at him, unblinking, and asked, my voice as sharp as shattered ice,"Do you get a high by making me someone else's placement holder?"His entire body stiffened, a reaction he couldn't mask. The gentle pressure he'd been applying to the corner of my eye suddenly intensified a subtle pain that spoke volumes. Pressed close as we were, his body's involuntary response betrayed him.My heart plummeted, a heavy stone sinking into the depths of my chest. Even though I'd braced myself for this, the reality was a suffocating weight, crushing the air from my lungs."What nonsense are you talking about? Stop daydreaming all day long!" James Ferguson finally spoke, his voice a low, reprimanding growl.But his tone felt like a desperate attempt to deflect, a guilty man trying to turn the tables.My eyes, cold and sharp as breaking ice, locked onto his. A bitter laugh escaped my lips."Is Bai Luoxing's nickname Queeny?"He frowned, his voice hard."W
ZeldaDawn was just breaking, and I was already up, ready for my first day back in the fashion world. A simple breakfast with Jian, and then we headed downstairs. But just as we stepped out, Aunt Wang, flanked by two hulking bodyguards, blocked our path."Young Madam, Madam asked me to serve you some soup. You must not spit out the soup today. Madam asked me to watch you finish it."My face hardened.Hellen Ferguson.Even after yesterday's fiasco, she wouldn't give up. Still sent her minions to harass me, even though she barely lived at the Ferguson residence anymore.The woman was relentless."I told you, if anyone dares to bring this soup to me again, I'll put a slap on her head! Aunt Wang, do you want to try taking a hot spring bath early in the morning?" I glared at Aunt Wang, but she just turned to the bodyguards."If the young mistress won't cooperate, you'll have to help her."The two brutes stepped forward, their intent clear. They were going to force me to drink that concocti
ZeldaJian dropped me off, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Just before I stepped out of the car, she leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face."I wonder if Fool Ferguson drank the nourishing soup."Her gloating was palpable, and I couldn't help but smile. James Ferguson was notoriously particular about his food. The thought of him consuming that… concoction… was strangely satisfying."Don't you feel sorry for him?" Jian asked, her eyes searching mine.I paused, considering. Yesterday's confrontation with Helen over that very soup, her inevitable complaint to James. If he had been paying even a sliver of attention, he would have known what it was. If he chose to drink it anyway, well, that was his own fault. He deserved whatever discomfort followed.I raised an eyebrow and shrugged."If you feel sorry for a bad man, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life. Isn't that your motto?""Hahaha, that's right!" Jian burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the car.I smiled
ZeldaThe coldness that washed over me was all-encompassing. Hellen Ferguson's words echoed in my ears, freezing me to the core. I was held down, utterly helpless, and the fight drained out of me.I stared at her, my lips trembling."James can't possibly..."She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "No matter how much he loves you, he will never allow you to confuse the Ferguson family's bloodline. He will check everything clearly!"A wave of despair crashed over me. I closed my eyes, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. I couldn't fight anymore. I couldn't even move."Let me go, I'll cooperate," I whispered, the words barely audible.I'd been humiliated enough. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me struggle like a trapped animal. The nurses looked to Hellen Ferguson, who nodded."It would have been better if you had cooperated earlier."They stepped back, and the doctor moved in, the needle poised. I felt the sharp sting as it pierced my skin, a pain that went far deeper than th
ZeldaHammer Yassir supported me as we walked out of the hospital. The night air was cold, and I shivered, my body still trembling from the ordeal. I felt weak, almost numb.Hammer Yassir immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around me."Can you hold on? If you feel uncomfortable, you should be hospitalized for observation first..."I gave him a weak smile."Brother, I'm fine, I just want to go home. Did you drive? Could you please take me?"I didn't have the energy to call a taxi, and my bag and phone were still with Hellen Ferguson's bodyguards."My car is in the parking lot. How about... I carry you over there?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern."I can walk," I said, but my legs felt like lead.Hammer Yassir shook his head. "Don't walk anymore. Wait for me." He released me and hurried away.He returned with a wheelchair, but as he turned, he saw a tall figure striding towards me. Without a word, James Ferguson bent down, lifted me into his arms, and started walking. Bo
ZeldaJames Ferguson held me close, accepting my accusations without argument. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, his voice a low murmur against my skin."Wife, I'm sorry. Indeed, I didn't take good care of you and Little One. My mother wouldn't do this today for no reason. There must be something else behind it. I will investigate it thoroughly and give you and Little One an explanation. I am Little One's father. Like you, I will not allow anyone to hurt our child, and I will not let go of anyone who hurts you and Little One. Believe me, okay?"He stroked my cheek, his voice deep and reassuring. I smelled a faint metallic scent, and my eyes fell to his hand. Half his palm was covered in blood. But it had been fine earlier. What had happened?My eyelashes fluttered, but I didn't ask. I simply nodded."Then check it out, and send me back to Jian's. Call me after you're done.""Okay, after we're done I'll come to get you, take care of yourself. I won't force you to go anywhere y
ZeldaMy heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the terror that still clung to me. My eyes snapped open, blurry and disoriented, but the residual images of the dream—the glint of the scalpel, James’s cold eyes, Hellen’s cruel grin—burned behind my eyelids.It was just a dream. A nightmare, a twisted echo of my deepest fears. But it felt so real, too real. The memory of that summer, of clinging to James, begging him not to leave… it was a raw wound, reopened by the nightmare's cruel blade.“Brother, can you please not leave? There are also very good universities here. Why do you have to go to Europe?”Even now, the words felt like a desperate plea trapped in my throat. He had always been my anchor, my protector. But he left, and I was left adrift.And then, the operating room. The horror of Hellen’s words, her twisted obsession with “Little One,” the baby she wanted to steal from me.“Cut open her belly! I need to save my son. It will be too late if I'm late!”The th
JamesHer words, sharp and laced with a bitter defiance, cut through me like a shard of ice.“My problem? I don't think I have any problem. Even if I do, we are getting divorced. It's none of your business.”Divorce.The word hung in the air, a cold, hard truth I’d been trying to ignore. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and adoration, now held only a chilling indifference. It was as if a stranger stood before me, a stranger who knew my deepest vulnerabilities and wasn’t afraid to exploit them.The mention of Bai Luoxing, her constant weapon, ignited a fury within me. It was a name that haunted me, a ghost that lingered between us, casting a long, dark shadow over our lives.She used to be afraid of me getting angry, and she would become very obedient when I got angry, but now she doesn't care anymore.The realization was a sharp, painful blow. She was changing, slipping away from me, and I was powerless to stop it. The veins in my forehead pulsed a testament to the storm raging insid
JamesI stood in front of the French window, my eyes fixed on the retreating figures of Bai Luoxing and Hellen Ferguson as they left the courtyard. The car pulled away, and the mansion fell into silence once more. But my mind was anything but quiet.Something about that day—the day Zelda and Bai Luoxing had coffee together—gnawed at me. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, it felt significant.I picked up my phone and dialled, my voice low and urgent."Twenty days ago, Zelda and Bai Luoxing had coffee in the café opposite the hospital. Check the surveillance footage from that day. Find out if any of the waiters overheard their conversation."I hung up and turned around, my gaze sweeping across the bedroom. Hellen Ferguson had said Zelda’s things were still here, and she was right. The room was filled with traces of her—a cashmere shawl draped over the sofa, her favourite lotion on the dressing table, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. It was as if she ha
JamesThe words hit me like a sledgehammer, each one carving deeper into the fragile shell I’d built around myself. Jian’s voice was sharp, unrelenting, and every accusation she hurled at me felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I wanted to know—no, I *needed* to know—how much I had missed, how much I had destroyed without even realizing it. It was a masochistic urge, a desperate need to understand how I had failed her so completely.I stood there, my hand clenched around the broken porcelain, the shards digging into my palm. The pain was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. Jian’s words echoed in my mind, each one a revelation I wasn’t prepared for."Are your material compensations what Zelda wants? Zelda’s scholarship and prize money from her fashion modelling were enough for her to live on! She could have left the Ferguson family a long time ago. She’s talented, James. She is a model, a fashion designer and a choreographer, she has millions of fans. Do you know why she
ZeldaAn hour later, I found myself in a secluded villa, safe and hidden from prying eyes. Lisa had prepared a cup of calming tea for me, and I sipped it slowly, the warmth soothing both my stomach and my nerves. I was waiting for Jim’s call, my mind swirling with questions and doubts. Why had he gone out of his way to help me? What did he want in return?When the phone finally rang, I answered immediately, my voice steady but laced with curiosity."Mr Nan, can I ask why you’re helping me like this?"Jim’s voice was light, almost playful."What do you think? I want to keep a beautiful woman in a golden house?"I froze, my breath catching in my throat. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. But then I heard him laugh, and the tension in my chest eased slightly."Seriously? I didn’t realize you’re quite narcissistic," I shot back, my tone teasing but my cheeks burning with embarrassment.Jim chuckled again, and I could almost picture the smirk on his fa
JamesI let go of Jim abruptly, my attention snapping to the letter Leiy held out. The envelope bore my name, and the handwriting was unmistakably Zelda’s. My chest tightened as I took it, my fingers trembling slightly despite my best efforts to steady them.Leiy’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. “It’s addressed to you. It must have been sent when Madam was still there.”I barely registered his words as I tore open the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper, thin and fragile, with just a few lines of text. My eyes scanned the words slowly, each one cutting deeper than the last. By the time I finished reading, my vision was blurred, my chest heaving with a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief.I crumpled the letter in my fist, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Without a word, I turned and strode out of the room, my mind racing. Jim’s voice followed me, calm and unhurried, as if he hadn’t just been at the receiving end of my fury.“Take care, Mr. Ferguson.”I stopped
JamesI laughed, but it wasn’t out of joy. No, it was a bitter, angry laugh, one that even I could feel was chilling. The sound of it echoed in the room, sharp and unsettling. My little girl, Zelda, had really grown up. She had become so capable, so cunning. How dare she just vanish from my world like this? Disappear without a trace? It was unthinkable.I had always said I wouldn’t let her leave me, and yet here we were. She thought she could run, but she was wrong. Dead wrong. When I find her—and I *will* find her—she’ll see just how serious I was. She’ll regret ever trying to escape.Leiy ’s voice broke through my thoughts, cautious and measured.“Miss Jian is quite skilled in martial arts, but she has a bad temper. I’m afraid she’ll inevitably fight. If Miss Jian gets hurt, your wife will probably be angry when she comes back…”I opened my eyes, my vision blurred with rage. My bloodshot eyes locked onto Leiy, and I spoke through gritted teeth, my voice cold and cutting.“Angry? Oh,
JamesThe red dress Bai Luoxing wore was striking, but as I looked at her, my mind wandered. The vibrant colour reminded me of Zelda—Zelda as a child, always dressed in red by Old Mrs. Ferguson. She had looked so radiant in those clothes, her little face glowing with innocence and joy.I hadn’t seen her wear red in years, not since she was a girl. The thought crossed my mind: she would look stunning in it now. Maybe I should have a dress made for her, something bold and beautiful, just for me.My gaze lingered on Bai Luoxing for a moment too long, lost in my thoughts. She must have mistaken my attention for something else because her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes shyly.“James?” she said softly, pulling me back to the present. “Let’s go up.”She turned and hurried up the stairs, her skirt lifted delicately in her hands. I watched her for a moment, a faint sense of unease settling over me. There was something about her demeanour that felt… off. But I couldn’t quite put my fi
JamesThe scent of soap still clung to my skin, a clean, fresh counterpoint to the lingering warmth of the shower. I descended the stairs, expecting the usual quiet of a late afternoon, but the living room held a tableau that stopped me cold. Zelda.She was there, bathed in the soft, fading light that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bent slightly, almost reverently, she arranged roses in a white porcelain vase. A simple lilac dress, loose and comfortable, draped over her, and strands of her long hair, the colour of spun moonlight, brushed against her cheek.Her face, usually so animated, was serene, a gentle smile playing on her lips.The sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, a breathtaking backdrop. And there she was, Zelda, a figure caught in a moment of quiet grace, a living painting. I found myself rooted to the spot, halfway down the escalator, watching her.I don't know how long I stood there, lost in the unexpected beauty of the scene. It was as if t
ZeldaAfter that day, the man who used to come home every night became distant, buried in his work. Days passed without a word from him. I told myself it was for the best—I was busy too, consumed by the fashion modelling show’s performances. But late at night, lying alone in the vast emptiness of our bed, my thoughts would inevitably drift to him.I wondered if James was tired—tired of us, tired of the constant push and pull. And then my mind would wander to Bai Luoxing, her relentless enthusiasm, and the way the Bai family and Hellen Ferguson seemed to support her so openly. Had they made progress? Were they moving on without me?Even if I didn’t seek it out, news of Bai Luoxing’s high-profile appearances reached me. The missing eldest daughter of the Bai family had been found, and she was everywhere, basking in the spotlight. Her parents were overjoyed, and the world seemed to celebrate her return.Meanwhile, I poured myself into my work. When the second round of performances in the
JamesDamn it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Bai Luoxing's...her phantom limb. Covered in blood. Scratched, rubbed raw. It wasn't some trick, some illusion. That was real, a real pain he was experiencing.Zelda...she looked terrified. My sudden outburst, it clearly shook her. Her face, was pale, her lips trembling. I'd been trying to be gentle, and considerate. Trying to coax her. And for a moment, just a moment, she'd almost believed it. Believed I was something I was not."I am a mean and selfish person, but Mr Ferguson has only just realized this now." Her voice was sharp, laced with a bitter edge. "What? You found out that I'm not cute, and Mr Ferguson can't continue to act affectionately? Then don't act anymore, I'm exhausted for you."That sneer, those eyes. They were filled with ice, but beneath it, I saw a crack, a sliver of pain. It twisted something inside me. My jaw clenched, my eyes filled with a resentment I couldn't quite name. I wanted to...I wanted to devour he