A week had passed since their sinful encounter on the golf course - an event that still lingered in Emmeline's mind. She dreaded facing Yuna after what had transpired between them.Saturday arrived swiftly and by evening, Emmeline found herself at the restaurant alone. Above its entrance hung a broad sign bearing its name in French: Divin – sacred. Everything served here was divine indeed.The restaurant had an elegant charm despite its considerable size; the earthy-colored walls gave it a classic look while caramel-hued table covers added warmth. To one side stood a bar for drinks adjacent to which was a billiard table.At eight o'clock sharp, Yasmin, one of the waitresses, entered the kitchen where Emmeline was engrossed in baking cake with a white apron tied around her waist."The Kims and Blackthorns have arrived," Yasmin announced breathlessly as if delivering news that would change the course of history. "As instructed by you, I've led them to the center table."Emmeline acknowl
All eyes instantly turned toward the frowning Minnie.Yuna spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We had agreed to arrive together as a group, but Minnie simply couldn't tear herself away from the mirror. We waited outside for over twenty minutes while she primped and preened." She rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly annoyed by the delay.A tinkling laugh escaped Emmeline's lips before she could stifle it. "Ah, so Minnie is one of those women who takes an eternity in front of the mirror and arrives fashionably late.” She meant it as a lighthearted jest, but Minnie's reaction suggested she'd struck a nerve.Minnie sighed in disapproving exasperation, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Don't you start on me too, especially not in front of my husband." She shot a glare at Taehyung, daring him to comment further.Zavian quickly asked with a vague air of nonchalance that didn't quite mask his interest, "Speaking of husbands, where is yours, Mrs. Maine? I don't see any trace of him here.
Emmeline's whole body was stiff with panic and she could barely take a step back from the towering, intimidating figure of Zavian."Mr. Blackthorn, did you hear that voice?" she asked, her voice trembling as her eyebrows furrowed with worry.Zavian’s thick brows knitted together at her question. "Which sound?"Did he find himself lost in her presence once more? Why did his sharp senses always falter around her?Emmeline aimed her wide, expressive eyes at the door and found it open ajar, but no one was visible in the hallway beyond. "You were the last to enter, did you leave the door behind you open?" Her voice was strained, the words breaking slightly as anxiety gripped her.Zavian shook his head slowly. "I closed it," he stated firmly.Emmeline gasped. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and her eyes widened further with dawning realization. "Oh my God, someone saw us and left shocked!" Her petite frame seemed to shrink in on itself.Zavian’s handsome features exuded nonchalance desp
Emmeline’s cheeks puffed out in displeasure. He was taking advantage of her weakness for him by calling her out so brazenly.'How dare this devil!' she fumed internally."Do not throw burning matches at the fuel and then accuse it of being highly flammable. That is not your right. You know your influence on me very well," she protested, glaring at him through the heavy fringe of her lashes.With that, she grabbed Zavian’s arms and tried to separate him from her, to put some safe distance between their heated bodies. However, the devil pulled her flush against him, caging her trembling form."My assistant will be back any moment, Mr. Blackthorn. I don't want to be discredited in front of my staff. Please leave," Emmeline pleaded, tilting her face to meet his burning gaze.Zavian stroked the tip of her pert nose in an intimate caress, looking deeply into her pleading eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. "Well, I don't want to stay in the restaurant waiting for dinner until the morning, and I
Cold sweat broke out across Emmeline’s skin.Her mind raced with dreadful scenarios of what her deadbeat husband might do if he had witnessed such an incriminating scene. Or Yuna.She quickly forced back her shock and faced Noel with an air of indifference. "You should have entered instead of wasting time eavesdropping. If the conversation was important, we wouldn't have exchanged it in the kitchen where anyone could overhear."Noel didn't ask her directly about the nature of her relationship with that man.He was not the type to pry or meddle unnecessarily in other people's private affairs. "I brought the onions. Chopping them will ruin your makeup so leave it to me," he said briskly, deftly changing the subject.Emmeline looked at the bowl of onions in his hand apprehensively. "My eyes are sensitive to onions. I will shed tears even if I am in the farthest corner of the hall from you while you're cutting them."True to her words, some traitorous tears fell from Emmeline's eyes and s
Minnie had also picked up on Yuna's unusual demeanor. "Why are you so quiet today, Yuna? Is there something wrong?" she asked bluntly, never one to mince words.Yuna snapped out of her stupor and sighed heavily in frustration. "Yesterday was a miserable day for me at work, I guess I won't get over the disappointment anytime soon."Everyone's attention turned to Yuna, who placed her spoon on the table and let out a weighted breath."I lost an important divorce case that occupied part of my thoughts and emotions recently. My client's husband physically and emotionally abused her constantly, so she finally resorted to filing for divorce to escape him. You all know divorce proceedings for the wealthy upper class are essentially just a vicious property war!"Her words about spousal abuse immediately caught Emmeline's attention. She stopped eating to listen intently."The law states spouses to divide all their combined assets and property equally in a divorce. But I pleaded with the judge t
"That's a damn monopoly!" Emmeline blurted out loudly, unable to contain her outrage. However, she instantly regained her senses when she found everyone at the table staring at her.She smiled nervously. "I mean, it's not fair or just for the abusive husband to be able to take half the wife's property, assets and wealth if her life with him was utter misery filled with torment and suffering." She tried to explain herself.Richard knocked on the table with his fist several times, his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to control his temper. "She will also get half of his property and wealth in return. If the husband is richer than the wife, he will be the one who ends up losing more in the end regardless."Emmeline didn’t respond. She decided to avoid provoking his legendary anger further."It sounds like you're not just sad for your poor client, but because you lost the trial and case itself after working so hard." Minnie addressed Yuna with her mouth full of food, redirecting the conve
One of Zavian's thick eyebrows raised confidently as if she wasn't affecting him at all. "Have you forgotten I am a judge? I'm quite accustomed to dealing with unruly people and outbursts."Emmeline deliberately put her finger in her mouth. Then she seductively bit down on the nail while gently stroking his inner thigh. "It's true the courtroom does sometimes turn into a battlefield between the opposing parties."He seemed to deliberately distract himself from her wanton display by cutting into the crepes on his plate.Emmeline tilted her head to look at Minnie, who was still yelling furiously at her husband."Admit that you no longer love me, since I see talking about your past flings is so normal for you!"Taehyung furrowed his brow in confusion. "Where on earth do you get these ridiculous ideas from?"Emmeline looked away from the bickering couple to watch the lethargy slowly cover Zavian's features, his eyelids twitching more with every stroke of her foot against his leg."Mr. Bla
Emmeline rolled her eyes and dropped her hands from his face. "You don't need to remind me every time as if I'm always trying to seduce you. I understand my virginity is necessary to win the court case, and after my meeting with Yuna today, I couldn't possibly do anything to ruin myself."Zavian’s hand settled on her head and ruffled her hair with patronizing affection. "Good girl.""Don't treat me like I'm a little girl," Emmeline protested, knitting her brows together in frustration.The age gap between them had always been a sensitive topic, one that Yuna never failed to bring up during their confrontations.Zavian's warmth disappeared as he stepped away, moving toward the yacht's door with grace.His expensive shoes clicked against the deck. "You are my little girl.” He smirked. "Let's go for a ride. The scenery might lift your mood."Emmeline’s earlier irritation melted away, replaced by genuine excitement. The prospect of spending time with him on the water always had this effec
Emmeline drew in a sharp, shuddering breath."Neither Yuna nor anyone else can destroy me!" The words erupted from Zavian's throat, each syllable carved with steel-edged conviction. His jaw clenched and his muscles there ticked with barely anger. "If you believe her words, then you don't know me at all, little one."Warmth bloomed across Emmeline's tear-stained cheeks.Zavian palms cupped her face. His thumbs traced gentle paths across her skin, catching the tears that continued to fall despite his tender ministrations. The contrast between his fierce words and gentle touch made her heart flutter."She targets you because you're the easiest mark in her eyes," his eyes darkened with protective fury. "I won't let her harm you. Do you understand what I'm saying, Emmeline?"Their gazes locked, and Emmeline felt herself drowning in the depths of his eyes. Even through the tempest of her emotions, she found an anchor in his unwavering stare.The intensity radiating from him was quintessenti
The journey to the port stretched endlessly, yet Emmeline barely registered the passing scenery. Thoughts of Zavian consumed her. He was the only one who could steady her, the only one who could make her feel safe.The soft hum of the yacht’s engine greeted her when Emmeline arrived.She stepped aboard without hesitation, moving with urgency, as if time itself threatened to slip away from her grasp.Zavian’s tall and commanding figure was standing with his back to the door when Emmeline reached the deck.His hands were tucked into the pockets of his slacks and his posture deceptively relaxed. However, Emmeline knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders that betrayed his thoughts.“Mr. Blackthorn.” Her voice cracked with emotions.Zavian turned sharply at the sound. His striking features tightened with concern once he saw the state she was in."Little—" His words died in his throat as Emmeline launched herself at him. The impact nearly threw him off balance.Her arms wrap
Emmeline's gaze drifted away from Yuna to a random corner of the coffee shop, where a young couple sat sharing a dessert. Their happiness contrasted with the scene unfolding at her table."I pitied you at first because no one deserves betrayal," she confessed softly, watching the condensation trail down the window. "But my desires were stronger. I used to curse myself after every sin... until I committed one far worse."A sigh escaped Emmeline's lips as she returned her gaze to Yuna's eyes."I’m not a thief," Emmeline’s self-confidence grew stronger with each word. "I did not steal your husband from you because his heart no longer belongs to you. I didn't snatch him from your bosom - he deserted it long ago. I merely crept into the fractures that you created." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they carried the weight of truth she could no longer deny.Yuna’s grip tightened around her coffee cup. “Even if you rehearsed your stories together, they wouldn’t match this perfectly.
Emmeline’s thoughts drifted to Zavian, who had left with Yuna earlier. The image of them walking away together haunted her mind. Her fingers moved across the screen almost unconsciously."Where are you now?"The minutes ticked by without response, each passing moment heightening her anxiety. The silence felt deafening in her room as she watched the unchanging screen. Her desperation seeped through after what felt like an eternity."It's been half an hour since we parted, is it possible that you two are still together?" Emmeline sent another message.Her forehead creased as she stared at the unchanging screen. A bitter realization struck her, prompting another message:"What are you two talking about?"The absurdity of her own actions hit her suddenly. She tossed the phone aside and rolled on her back with fresh tears spilling down her temples."Of course, they're talking about her finding out about us. What else could it be?" Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely breaking the silenc
Emmeline caught a glimpse of Richard’s face through the tinted glass of his BMW as he also peeled away from the courthouse. His smug and self-satisfied smile made her stomach turn."Despicable!" she cursed under her breath. The word seemed inadequate to describe the magnitude of her contempt, but it was all she could manage without breaking down completely.Silence descended on the remaining trio, heavy and oppressive."Are you going to tell me why Mrs. Blackthorn seems to hate you so much?" Emile's question broke the quiet. "Why would she defend Richard after everything she knows about him?" His eyes darted between Emmeline and Brody, searching for answers in their expressions.Emmeline drew a shaky breath. "There's no enmity between us," she murmured. "At least, not that I know of."A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Maybe she's hated me all along, and I've been too blind to see it."Brody's gaze bore into her, sharp and calculating. "I think there's more to this than you're letting
"Yuna is indeed Richard's lawyer!" Emmeline’s voice cracked, denial weighing down every syllable.She tightened her grip on the strap of her bag so tightly her trembling fingers dug into the leather. It was the only thing keeping her grounded in this moment that felt more like a nightmare than reality.Zavian’s head snapped toward her in disbelief. "What the fuck?" The curse came low and rough, like a growl from deep in his chest.His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out.Brody tilted his head slightly as his sharp gaze flicked between them. "Didn’t she tell you she’s defending Richard?" His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it.Zavian let out a bitter laugh—one short and humorless. "Looks like I’m the last one to know." He spoke in a chilly tone.His hands curled into fists at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out as he fought to keep his anger in check.Emmeline opened her mouth to respond, but Zavian’s attention suddenly shifted.His enti
Yuna’s face darkened and her teeth ground audibly.“Let’s move on to the best part of the recording.” Brody tapped the screen once more before she could protest."The pain I've put you through is nothing compared to the consequences you'll face once I'm free from this place," Richard's voice slithered through the room, venomous and chilling.All eyes turned to Richard, whose face had gone pale. His lips parted, but no words came out.Brody’s expression was sharp with mockery. “Care to explain to us exactly what kind of torment you put her through?”Richard’s hands trembled. “I meant… well, actually…” His words stumbled over each other, collapsing into an awkward silence.Richard looked at Yuna in desperation when his tongue failed him, silently begging for assistance. Despite the damning evidence Brody had just presented, Yuna’s expression remained composed and as solid as stone.“Torture,” Yuna began smoothly, “can mean many things. My client’s words in the recording are vague at bes
The detective called over a young officer, gesturing toward the computer. "Record every statement. Word for word."The keys clicked softly as the officer positioned his fingers over the keyboard. "Ready, sir." His voice carried the crisp enthusiasm of someone who hadn't yet been worn down by the job.Silence stretched for a moment before the detective's steel eyes locked on Emmeline. The weight of his gaze made her throat tighten."Ms. Lawson, paramedics reported that on January 3rd, your husband was struck on the head with a vase. Did you do it?"Emmeline's fingers twisted in her lap, worrying at the hem of her coat. She glanced at Brody who gave an almost imperceptible nod.She drew in a shaky breath, tasting the stale air of the interview room. "Yes." The word came out stronger than she expected. "I did."The rhythmic tapping of keys punctuated the heavy silence that followed."Walk me through what happened." The detective's hands settled on the desk with his fingers interlaced. A