Hotel room 6603. A man was holding Tiffany in his arms tightly. “Tiff, not only is the police looking for me now, but Gerald Carson has also set a price of 7,000,000 dollars on my head. There’s no way I will be able to escape, so this may be the last time we see each other.”“No! Ed, you are the only person I truly love. Without you, even if I have everything, I will always be alone. I don’t want you to die. I want you to live well and accompany me like this for the rest of my life.”Tiffany snuggled against the man as she caressed his muscular chest with her delicate fingers. There were tears in her eyes, which rolled down her cheeks like a bead bracelet with its string cut. “Tiff… Oh, my dear Tiffany!”Eddie felt as if someone was stabbing his heart when he saw Tiffany was crying. He and Tiffany were like peas and carrots. A long before Tiffany had met Bryson, both of them had pledged their love to each other, and Tiffany had aborted their babies twice for him. Tiffany h
A surge of exaltation washed over Tiffany. She did not love Eddie at all, and she was not pregnant with his child.‘Eddie Adler’s an idiot. He’s too easy to manipulate. All I ever did was just have some pillow talk with him, and he was willing to kill Charlotte and Michael for me. He’s even willing to sacrifice himself for my sake now!’ Eddie knew too much of her unseemly scandals, so she had long wanted to get rid of him. Therefore, she was relieved that he was willing to kill himself.The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and it occasionally drizzled on the day of Michael’s funeral. It seemed as if even the sky was weeping tears for Michael’s death.After losing both his parents in an accident several years ago, Michael was the only family member Bryson had left.Bryson was wounded to the core, and Tiffany, who came to Michael’s funeral with Bryson, cried so hard that she fainted in front of Michael’s tombstone, causing the reporters that were hiding in the dark to sigh at h
Charlotte was so disgusted with Tiffany’s dramatic act that her stomach was churning. After forming an expression of despise on her face, Charlotte said, “Just you wait, Tiffany Miller. I will—”“That’s enough, Charlotte!” A deep voice interrupted before Charlotte could finish her sentence. It was Bryson, whose face was shadowed with sorrow. He pulled Tiffany behind his back as he stared at Charlotte with his bloodshot eyes. “Today is Michael’s funeral, I don’t want to fight with you, but I’m not going to allow you to top yourself and insult Tiff like this. If you have even the slightest bit of conscience left in you, then stay away from Tiff and get away from Michael’s grave. Let him have his peace.”At first, he kept putting it up with Charlotte. However, when she went overboard and started to baselessly accuse Tiffany of murdering Michael, he could not tolerate it anymore, and he stepped in.Tiffany was even sadder than him at Michael’s death. She had been crying, grieving al
"Okay," Zachary answered flatly. Then, he stretched his arm to reach out for Charlotte's face. She did not know what he was doing. She was flustered, but she did not back away. She did not lower her face either, staring straight at Zachary as he wiped off the tear on her eye bags with his finger pad.His finger was slightly cold, but she felt a rush of fiery sensation rising up from the patch of skin he brushed and traveling throughout her entire body. It caused her frozen heart to fill with warmth and slowly thaw."If you want to cry, cry in my arms," Zachary said as he spread his arms open. There was no expression on his flawlessly sculpted face, but there was a series of subtle emotions flowing behind his icy eyes."I'm good…" Charlotte pulled her lips defiantly. "But thank you for your offer." Then, she took a step back. The reason Zachary comforted her was due to his responsibility as her husband, and she was certain that he would do the same to any other woman who was
“Tiffany Miller! Carlie, you must remember… Tiffany sent someone to kill me… You must avenge me! Carlie, avenge me!”“Don’t die, Michael! Michael!”Charlotte was startled awake from her nightmare.A warm breeze brushing against her face was the first thing she felt. Then, to her surprise, that warm breeze was actually Zachary’s breath…That’s because she was lying on the car seat, facing upward. The “pillow” behind her head wasn’t a pillow at all but Zachary’s lap.Zachary’s black suit jacket was draped over her body. He was wearing a pristine white shirt. His warm breath was like a spring breeze, brushing against her hair.‘Oh my God! When did I fall asleep? And how did I end up sleeping on his lap?’“We’re home, sir,” Lucas announced.Charlotte was even more shocked now.‘I actually slept on Zachary’s lap during the entire journey?’She had actually had a very peaceful nap and would probably still be asleep if it wasn’t for that nightmare.‘And Zachary actually allowed me
She was deathly afraid of slipping out of character, that he would discover her pretense and… Well, she couldn’t bear to think of the consequences!Now, she could relax.‘Zachary should be leaving, now that he’s put me in bed… But why don’t I hear him leaving at all?’Instead, she felt something weighing down on the soft bed—Zachary was sitting on the side of the bed.At this point, she could feel a shadow looming over her, despite having her eyes closed.Then, Zachary pressed his thin lips against her forehead.His lips were slightly chilly.However, Charlotte felt a burning heat. She instantly felt as if hot, molten lava had spread across her skin from where his lips had left. She could hear her heart, speeding against her chest, like a galloping horse…“G’night, little girl.” His voice was cool and magnetic, like the sound of a flute from a glacier.‘Little girl! He called me “little girl” again!’Charlotte’s mind went blank.She finally returned to her senses after a lon
Charlotte’s gaze turned cold. “Don’t worry, Cora!”At this point, Bryson was nothing to her. If Tiffany had merely destroyed her relationship with Bryson, she would have simply sent her best wishes to Tiffany and Bryson—may the little b*tch and b*stard live happily ever after. She would never look back or try to get involved with them in any way.This time, however, it was different. Not only had Tiffany manipulated Bryson into hurting her and her father, but she had also sent her goons to her art gallery to kill her not too long ago. She would have been dead by now if Zenios hadn’t risked his life to save her. Now, she had killed Michael too!Charlotte may not have proof, but a strong intuition told her that it was Tiffany who had instigated those girls into poisoning her and made Victor humiliate her as well.Her animosity for Tiffany had reached a boiling point. She had to make her pay!She received a message from Coraline.“Florence Lyra Harbor.”Underneath that name was
The car engine was turned off. Everything was silent. Tiffany’s coquettish, girly voice wasn’t exactly loud, but Charlotte could hear her very clearly, all the way from the third floor.“That’s enough, Zenios. It may be safe in my house, and no one would see us, but—”“Come on!”Tiffany and Zenios dragged each other back and forth as they entered the room.Charlotte remained stupefied on the spot. Her trembling right hand clutched her phone.‘Zenios! The man who’s always been like a little brother to me! The man who risked his life to save me! Has he betrayed me too? And wallowed in Tiffany’s filth?’“Zenios…”“Stop that!”“Zenios, you’re so bad!”The only thing Charlotte felt at this point was a churning in her stomach.Their footsteps grew closer as they walked up the staircase.Charlotte took a deep breath, slipped out of Tiffany’s bedroom, and hid in the balcony. Just as she shut the balcony door, Tiffany and Zenios entered the bedroom, holding each other and stumbling