Vespera waited all day at home, but Alaric didn't call, text, or come to see her. In reality, Alaric had just gotten up to eat, waited for the housekeeper to clean his room, and then went back to sleep for the rest of the day.While changing the sheets, the housekeeper noticed small bloodstains. These sheets would have to be thrown away; someone as particular as Alaric would never sleep on them again. And so, the only evidence of that night ended up in the trash outside.Gossip spread among the staff, though. They said Alaric had brought a girl home last night, and that wedding bells might be in the air. After all, in all these years, Alaric had never brought a woman home to stay the night. Vespera was the first – this must be true love!The next day, Alaric woke up intending to return Vespera's purse. But then he got a message from his family about some business trouble, asking him and his brother to come home. It was perfect timing, as Mrs. Strider was ready to go home too. She hadn
Alaric was taken aback. Did Vespera really hate him that much? Enough to throw away a purse he had touched?He let out a bitter smile, and his hand, which had been reaching for the car door, faltered. It felt like all his courage had been tossed into the trash along with that bag.To be honest, Alaric knew he had made mistakes in the past, but he had acknowledged them and made an effort to change. He stubbornly clung to Vespera, believing they were meant to be together. He thought it was fine for him to take the initiative as a man, but now he was starting to doubt everything.Did Vespera truly love him? Alaric began to question whether it was right to chase after a girl like this, without any dignity.It seemed like he was always the one making the effort. Even during their time together, he was the one constantly seeking her out. If he didn’t reach out, she wouldn’t either. This one-sided relationship left him feeling exhausted and powerless, as he never saw any real response from h
Vespera glared at Yvonne, seething with anger. It had always been like this since childhood. Yvonne constantly took what was hers, even though she already had all the love and expectations from their parents. She would steal Vespera’s toys and tear her old dolls to shreds, always with the same excuse: “It’s yours, so I can do whatever I want with it.”But Aurora & Vespera wasn’t just some old doll. It was her career, her dream, her dignity—her only hope of leaving this family and making it on her own. She had poured her heart and soul into this brand, working tirelessly on designs, because it was what she loved most.And now, Yvonne waltzed in, demanding that Vespera hand over Aurora & Vespera. Just like that.There was no way Vespera would give it up. This brand was hers, and no one could take it away!“No way! I’ll never give it to you!” Vespera snapped. “And Elowen better not touch my designs!”The thought of Elowen getting her hands on her work made Vespera sick. She couldn’t bear
Vespera squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for Yvonne's assault. She'd signed the contract to protect Cheryl, never imagining she'd have another chance to escape.Suddenly, the roar of an engine pierced the air, followed by the screech of brakes. A sleek sports car screeched to a halt beside Vespera, the wind from its arrival tousling her hair.Vespera stared in disbelief as a man stepped out of the car. Dressed in a suit and wearing an uncharacteristically serious expression, his gaze was razor-sharp. He strode over, pulling Vespera behind him, and to everyone's shock, slapped Yvonne across the face!Alaric, the city's notorious playboy, had actually hit a woman!He hadn't held back. Yvonne's cheek instantly swelled and reddened. She gaped at Alaric, her voice trembling, "How... how dare you to hit me?"Yvonne had probably never imagined that her pretty face would be slapped by a man.Alaric glared at her coldly. "So what if I hit you? Try anything else, and I'll end you.""Hah,
They were avoiding each other - one upstairs, one downstairs - neither willing to make the first move. The standoff lasted all afternoon, with Alaric only sending up ice packs for her through the maid. By dinner time, he couldn't take it anymore and went upstairs to call her down.He knocked on the door. No answer. Thinking Vespera was still angry, he knocked again. "Ves, dinner's ready."Still no response. He had to fetch the key to unlock the door, only to find her still lying in bed.He gently shook her shoulder, but she didn't stir. When he turned her over, he was startled by her flushed face. Her forehead was burning hot.After calling her name twice with no response, he immediately scooped her up and rushed downstairs, shouting for the staff to get the car ready - he needed to take her to the hospital.Usually for medical emergencies, they'd just call Lysander over. But ever since Aurora ran off to America to find Heath, Lysander had been summoned there by Eamon as well, leaving
Alaric was casually eating dinner, serving her some vegetables as he said, “You shouldn’t go back to the apartment for a while. Heath and Aurora are having some issues, and I can’t really check in on Evelyn and the others right now. Just lay low for a bit, and we’ll figure out how to get your stuff later.”Vespera nodded, asking, “Is Aurora okay?”Alaric paused for a moment. “She’s fine. Eamon and Lysander are there to help!”Vespera knew that if Alaric was worried, it must be serious, but there was nothing she could do. The best she could manage was to stay out of trouble.After dinner, Vespera wandered around the garden, rubbing her stomach. The staff smiled gently at her as she leaned against her waist. Vespera couldn’t quite understand why they were smiling, so she strolled for a bit before heading back inside.That week, Alaric seemed to have flipped a switch. He had been indifferent, but suddenly he was overly attentive, asking her how she was all the time. Vespera found it all
After sending her message, Vespera dozed off waiting for Alaric's reply.Meanwhile, Alaric walked into the bar and found Elowen crying in the private room. "What's all this about?" he asked, frowning."Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Elowen looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.Alaric gave her a cold look. "You're worried about that now? Weren't you happy enough taking Vespera's position?""It's not like that!" Elowen sniffled. "I just... I just wanted what I deserved. I'm a designer too!""Right, Miss Designer," Alaric sneered. "And getting what you deserve means taking what belongs to others?""How can you say that? You know I'm not like that!" Elowen cried, grabbing his sleeve.Alaric shook her off. "No, I don't know what you're like anymore. I thought you were still that sweet, innocent girl from childhood. But I was wrong. You're fake, selfish, manipulative, even cruel - stirring up trouble between Heath and Aurora while playing the victim with me. You're not the Elow
Why would he be at a bar so late looking for someone? With Heath and Lysander out of the city, and Zane under Soraya's constant watch, who else could Alaric possibly be meeting?Vespera gave a bitter smile. She realized she had no idea who Alaric's other friends were. When he wasn't at home or at office, she never knew where he went. Yet somehow he always seemed to know exactly where to find her. She had laid herself bare before him while remaining completely in the dark about who he really was.She tossed aside her phone, only for a new notification to pop up - a social media check-in from Elowen at a bar, posted just fifteen minutes ago.Suddenly, Vespera let out a hollow laugh. Now she understood the source of that mixture of alcohol and perfume she'd smelled on him. The late-night bar visit made perfect sense now. How utterly predictable - the same old patterns, the same old lies.Though perhaps "lies" wasn't quite right this time. He hadn't actually lied, and she hadn't pressed h