Seeing the man in the wheelchair, still exuding an undeniable aura of dominance, Zara paused for a moment before smiling. "Mr. Voss, I must say, I'm truly flattered."
Magnus maneuvered his wheelchair closer, his deep, piercing black eyes locked onto her face, as radiant as the moon surrounded by stars. "You look very much like my ex-wife. When I see you, it's as if I'm seeing her again. I want you to stay by my side. I can give you anything you desire."
Zara's expression darkened slightly as she arched a brow, her tone turning cold. "And what do you take me for? A mere substitute to fill your emptiness?"
The bodyguard beside him spoke emotionlessly, issuing a veiled warning. "Miss Skye, you work in this industry—you should know our boss’s influence. He decides who rises and who gets blacklisted with just a snap of his fingers."
"Magnus Voss, do you really think you can control everything?" Zara shot him a sharp, defiant glance. "
Upon entering the dining room, she was stunned by the lavish spread before her—an extravagant feast fit for royalty. Her lips twitched—rich people’s world was something she would never understand. This was considered a ‘simple meal’?!She casually picked a seat and was just about to sit down when a maid beside her immediately spoke up in alarm, “Miss Skye, you can’t sit there…”“Oh? I can’t?” Zara looked up at Magnus, blinking innocently. “Then where should I sit?”“Step back,” Magnus cast a cold glance at the maid before his lips curved into a gentle smile. “That seat is meant for you. No one else is qualified to sit there.”“What’s so special about this seat?” Zara raised an eyebrow as she sat down.“You’re hungry, so just eat.” Magnus didn’t answer her question. Instead, he picked up the cutlery and handed them to her before using the serving spoon to place a portion of crab roe into her plate.“I can do it myself. Don’t serve me food. I
Watching Magnus’s face darken, Astrid was secretly delighted. She sobbed even harder, tears streaming down as she pleaded, “Magnus, you’re my brother-in-law, you have to stand up for me…”Zara fanned the flames from the side, smirking. “Look how miserable she looks, crying like that. You really need to stand up for her, or people will say you’re an unkind brother-in-law, just standing by while outsiders bully your sister…”She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.Magnus had stepped in front of her and, without warning, grabbed her hand. His grip was firm and domineering, completely overpowering her struggles. No matter how much she tried to wrench her hand away, she couldn’t break free. She glared at him, her anger surging—if he was really standing up for Astrid, she would tear him apart.“Magnus…” Astrid watched as Magnus held Zara’s hand tightly. Though tears streamed down her face, her heart was filled with twisted delight. She was screaming in
Sitting inside the car, she stared at the rapidly passing scenery outside. Her fist, resting on her lap, tightened once more as her thoughts churned.The driver, trying to make conversation, said, "Miss Skye, Mr. Voss treats you very well. This is his personal car—no other woman has ever ridden in it before."Zara scoffed. "Just now, Assistant Edric was still saying that your young master deeply loves Senna Thorne. Yet the first day he saw me, he knocked me out and dragged me home, and now he’s letting me ride in his exclusive car. So much for his 'deep love.' Nothing but a cheap lie."The driver had no words to counter her and could only continue driving in silence.The rest of the journey passed without a word. When Zara finally got home, she rushed straight to the bathroom and vomited violently over the sink.At that moment, a pale, slender male hand gently patted her back. A soft sigh sounded behind her."Why put yourself thr
Ever since Senna passed away, three years had gone by. With the powerful Voss family as her backing, Astrid had been thriving in the entertainment industry, securing endorsement deals left and right. Her commercial value had skyrocketed, and now, she was the one choosing others, not the other way around.She had believed that she would seize the Best Actress award at the ceremony, adding another glorious achievement to her career. But to her shock, not only did she lose the award, she didn’t even receive a consolation prize."This is infuriating! Zara is just a rookie—how dare she compete with me?" In her office, Astrid smoked impatiently, growing angrier by the second. The more she thought about it, the more irritable she became. Frustration overtook her, and she swept everything off her desk, leaving a chaotic mess on the floor."Astrid!" Her assistant rushed in with a stack of documents, her face pale and tense.
"You..." Astrid's face turned pale with fear as she watched the man in front of her catch the dagger with his bare hand. Her heart pounded violently, and her grip loosened.With a loud clang, the bloodstained dagger fell to the ground. She quickly crouched down, grabbing the man's hand, which was continuously oozing blood.Tears of regret streamed down her face as she anxiously and pitifully pleaded, "Magnus, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I really didn't mean to...""You didn’t mean to hurt me, but you deliberately hurt my people." Magnus’s deep and unfathomable eyes were filled with a chilling sharpness. With a forceful flick of his hand—"Ah—!"Astrid, who had been crouching at the edge of the pool, lost her footing. Her body tilted backward, and with a loud splash, she plunged into the deep end of the pool.Water splashed in all directions as she flailed her arms in
Magnus's right hand was injured, and the wound was deep, making many tasks difficult for him. He disliked being taken care of and hated being touched, but Zara was an exception. She had become his personal caretaker, tending to his daily needs."Mr. Voss, it's time to take your medicine." Zara entered the room, holding a glass of water and some pills.Magnus, who had been reviewing documents in his study with a stern, icy expression, suddenly softened. He reached out, took the pills, placed them in his mouth, and took a sip of water—then abruptly paused."What's wrong?" Seeing that he hadn't swallowed immediately, Zara blinked her innocent eyes, feigning concern.Magnus forced himself to swallow the liquid, which was more bitter than Horehound, then calmly replied, "Nothing.""You go ahead with your work. I'll leave now." Zara swiftly grabbed the cup and exited the study. Staring at the remaining liquid inside, she began to doub
Zara blinked innocently. "I heard she was personally sent to prison by your grandson. And at the time, she was pregnant, wasn’t she? But to cover up the scandal, your family forced her sister to make her take abortion pills. She bled out, and both mother and child died…"Astrid’s eyes widened in shock. ‘How does she know all this?’"Outrageous! Who allowed you to spew such nonsense here?" The butler stepped forward, scolding her sharply."Oh? So even the truth isn’t allowed to be spoken?" Zara shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, fine, if you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say anything more."She tilted her head, flashing Old Master Voss a bright smile. "So, tell me, why did you have your bodyguards bring me here? Hurry up and say your piece—I have to get back to taking care of your grandson. He’s ridiculously difficult to please. He doesn’t want anyone else, only me. Because of him, I’ve missed out on an ad shoot and had to turn down several b
When Astrid's face twisted into a look of utter shock—like she had just swallowed dung—Zara, or rather, Senna, casually swept back a few loose strands of hair and smiled.“Astrid, my dear sister, surprised to see me back? I wonder, have you had nightmares these past three years? Because I often dream of my son coming to play with me. The little boy you killed—he was a boy, you know. He looked just like Magnus. He told me he wants you to join him down there.”Surprise, my ass. There was no joy in this—only pure, unfiltered horror. Astrid felt a chill rush down her spine, her heart hammering in panic. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head violently as she shrieked, “You lying bitch! Don't you dare slander me! I didn’t kill your child! I didn’t—”“You didn’t?” Senna sneered. “Shall I remind you how you personally forced that abortion
Magnus nodded immediately. "Of course, Daddy is a strong man. If he promises Maxime something, he will make sure to do it.""Daddy is so great! Daddy is the best! I love Daddy the most!" Maxime happily jumped up and down in his arms.Senna's face immediately turned dark. "This little brat has no conscience. You’ve been bought with just a gaming console. If Mommy doesn’t buy you one, you’ll hate Mommy, right? Hmm?"When Maxime saw that his mother’s face darkened, he immediately slipped out of Magnus’s arms, hugged her arm, and coquettishly said, "No, no, Mommy, don't be mad, I love Mommy the most... the most... the most..." He said ‘the most’ many times in one breath.Senna chuckled. "Good thing you still know you love Mommy the most... Otherwise, I wouldn’t want you anymore."Maxime immediately pouted his little lips and said, "No, no, no...""Alright, Maxime, Mommy needs to rest more to recover. You go back to Rosewood Manor with Uncle Edric."As the time was getting late, Magnus call
When Maxime saw the old man lying in bed, his black eyes scanned the room a few times, realizing there was no one else. He then leaned over to the bedside with a cute smile. "You’re my great-grandpa." Magnus hadn’t lied to him. He was practically his mini-me, looking so much like him when he was young. The old man looked at Maxime, his eyes reddening as he almost couldn’t stop himself from crying. "Great-grandpa, why are you lying in bed, not moving?" Maxime reached up to scratch his head and then seemed to realize something. "I know, great-grandpa is sick, just like mom, and has to rest in bed, right?" "Little young master is so thoughtful. That's right, your great-grandpa is sick and can only rest in bed," the butler said, increasingly happy as he looked at the thoughtful child. What a well-behaved little one. "Mom says when you’re sick, you need to rest and drink more water. Great-grandpa, you should drink more water and eat more so you can get better soon." Maxime leaned ove
Senna looked at Magnus, the man who was like a god to her, her eyes reddened with emotion. "Magnus, you...""Those shares were left to you by your grandparents. I know you’re worried," Magnus gently cupped her face with his hands, leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, smiling as he said, "I helped you get them back because I want you to be happy, not to make you cry.""I… I am just so overwhelmed with emotion," Senna chuckled, blinking away the tears. She cared about those shares not for the wealth they represented, but because they were a legacy from her grandparents, a blessing from them."Senna, I want to ask you for one thing," Magnus said, lifting Maxime in his arms and looking at her."You've done so much for me, and yet you're still being so distant?" Senna raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued."This matter requires your consent before I can act. The Voss family owes you so much," Magnus lowered his head to glance at the child who was looking at him with equal curiosit
Mrs. Thorne had swollen, red eyes and a pale face, clearly having cried all night. She stormed in, angrily pointing at Senna and accusing her. “You wretched woman, you should have died three years ago. You shouldn’t have come back. Give me back my Astrid’s life! My poor daughter, she died so miserably!”Tobias and Maxime saw their hostile intent and quickly stood up to block Senna’s window.Maxime pointed at Mrs. Thorne and loudly said in a grown-up manner, “Old witch, I won’t allow you to curse my mom.”“Where did this wild child come from? How dare you call me an old witch? You rude, ill-mannered little bastard,” Mrs. Thorne snapped at Maxime.Senna sat up, gently patting Maxime’s head, her face darkening, and her gaze turning cold. “Maxime is not a wild child. He is my son, and he only needs to be polite to others.”Mrs. Thorne was beyond enraged. “Senna, you wretched woman, you killed my daughter, and now you’re insulting me? I’m your stepmother! How can you treat me like this? Ar
In a spacious, luxurious private hospital room, The Old Master lay on the bed, his face withered, his expression weary, and his eyes hollow. He had always been so proud and arrogant, unable to accept that he was now paralyzed. He refused to eat, and after two days, he could only survive on nutrition injections.“Old Master, I beg you, please eat a bit. If you don’t eat or drink like this, how can your body survive?” The butler, holding a bowl of congee, tried to feed him, but he refused to open his mouth.The butler felt heartbroken. He had served the old master for many years, and their relationship had long exceeded the bounds of master and servant. He thought of him as a brother, a family member. Seeing him like this, he wished he could take the suffering for him.The old man was known for his stubbornness; when he didn’t want to do something, no one could force him. He was once a powerful figure, but now he had fallen to such a state,
“You don’t have it now, but you will soon. Hurry up and get better, don’t forget, the tenth day is our big day,” Magnus said as he held her hand, his face full of anticipation.“Everyone outside thinks you're going to marry Astrid Thorne. What does that have to do with me?” Senna turned her face away and snorted.“Are you jealous?” Magnus couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re the mother of my two children, yet you’re still so jealous.”Magnus reached out to turn her face back to him, gently brushing her nose with his finger. “I haven’t told you yet, Astrid is dead.”“What? Astrid is dead?” Senna asked in surprise. “How did she die?” She had already guessed that Magnus wouldn’t let her off after hurting her at the mansion, but she didn’t expect him to go as far as killing her.After the shock, she felt a little pity—it w
Magnus reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face, his voice hoarse. “My Grandpa believed you were the one who set the fire that killed Matthias. He wouldn’t pass up any chance to take revenge on you. If I hadn’t done what I did, your life would have been in danger.”“Sis, brother-in-law didn’t mean to deceive you. Please forgive him.” Tobias pleaded anxiously.“You bad daddy! You made Mommy cry! I hate you!” Maxime angrily raised his little arm and shoved him away before hugging Senna tightly, speaking in an old-fashioned tone, “Mommy, don’t cry. Maxime loves you the most.”Looking at his own son standing like a wall between them, Magnus’s temple twitched violently. He barely resisted the urge to throw the little brat out.“Maxime, kids shouldn’t interrupt when adults are talking. Let me talk to your daddy, okay?” Senna stroked his head, her mind overflowing
It was unclear how much time had passed when a beautiful melody drifted into Senna’s ears. This song…“Sis, don’t sleep anymore. Please wake up, okay? I miss you so much. Sis, it’s been so long since you sang me to sleep. Do you still remember this song? You used to sing it to me all the time. Please wake up, sis. I’m so worried about you.”The familiar voice echoed in her ears—it was Tobias’s voice. Could it be… that she had died and met Tobias in heaven?“Sis, wake up! Open your eyes and look at me! It’s me, Tobias. How could you be so cruel and leave me behind?”Tobias’s voice grew increasingly sorrowful, choked with tears. Big, warm drops of his tears landed on Senna’s face.“Tobias…” It really was his voice. Senna’s eyes flew open, and the moment she saw that familiar little face so close to hers, tears gushed uncontrollably dow
But, the butler warning came too late. The sharp blade plunged mercilessly into the old master’s abdomen."You old bastard," Astrid sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Three years ago, you promised me that if I got rid of Senna, I would marry into the Voss family as the young madam. But you went back on your word—I tolerated it. And now, when Magnus’s people are hunting me down, you want to cut ties with me? Since I’m doomed anyway, I’ll take you down with me. HAHAHA!""Old Master!"Blood spurted out as Astrid pulled out the knife. The butler’s face turned ashen with terror. Without hesitation, he raised his gun.Bang!The gunshot rang out.Astrid’s crazed laughter was abruptly silenced. A bullet pierced her forehead. Her wide, crazed eyes froze in place as her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless, her expression frozen in disbelief."Old Master, are you alright? Someone call for help!