"Wendy." Stanley's voice was calm but edged with something deeper. "Mr. Hawk, you've been drugged!"Stanley pressed his lips into a cold, tight line. He had already sensed the change in his body.The two of them had been hiding behind the curtains, her soft body pressed against his and her delicate hand covering his mouth. He felt like fire was running through his veins; his thoughts scattered, and his body betrayed him.He'd fallen into the trap.Stanley reached out and gripped Wendy's slender arm, pulling her along with him as they left the scene.Outside, chaos reigned. The crowd was thick, everyone watching the fight between the second and third branches of the family, completely oblivious to their departure.Stanley guided Wendy away from the Crone family villa and into his own Rolls-Royce business luxury car.Zayn, ever respectful, asked, "Mr. Hawk, where to?""Saville Villa," Stanley replied, his voice flat.-Wendy was led into the Saville Villa—it was her first time
Wendy wanted to ease the awkwardness.Stanley lowered his striking gaze and looked at her, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "Help me?"He was drugged, and now she was offering to help him.Wendy froze, her small face turning crimson. She quickly waved her hands, flustered. "It's not what you think! I can help you in another way!""Oh?" Stanley raised an eyebrow, watching her flail in a hurry to explain herself. His tone lightened, amused. "And what other way would that be?" Wendy couldn't speak.Was he doing this on purpose? Teasing her on purpose?The mature man seemed to enjoy the playful torment.Now, standing right in front of her, Stanley's long legs were encased in tailored slacks, his lean waist adorned by an expensive black belt.Wendy dared not look below his waist. She couldn't look there. But her face was almost level with it, so her eyes wandered nervously, unable to focus on one spot.Then, she felt her face cupped in his large hand. His lips curved in a
No one responded.Harry was still outside, seeing off the guests. With a forced smile, he escorted Norman and Hughie to their car. "Mr. Walton, Mr. Fuller, as for our collaboration..." Norman couldn't help but laugh at the state of Harry's face. "Mr. Crone, you might want to see a doctor about that," he suggested, glancing at Harry's injuries. The executives got into their luxury cars and drove off.Harry, his expression dark, stomped back into the living room. He marched up to Lilian, fuming. "Lilian, is this your doing? You've completely ruined my reputation!" Lilian was the most dumbfounded by the whole thing. She still couldn't understand how things had gone so wrong when she had planned everything so carefully.Lilian reached out, grabbing Harry's sleeve. "Honey, let me explain..."Harry yanked away from her and grabbed his coat, his anger flaring. "I don't want to see you again!" And with that, Harry left their home.Lilian stood there, her face and neck marked wit
The bathroom door swung open, releasing a cloud of mist that enveloped Stanley's tall, handsome figure as he stepped out, freshly showered.Stanley was dressed in a sleek, black silk robe. As soon as he emerged, he overheard Nathan's invitation to Wendy for a fun night. Wendy turned her head and saw Stanley standing there. "I'll call you back later, Nathan," she said, disconnecting the call. She turned to Stanley, her voice steady but cool. "I'm leaving."She reached for her bag, but Stanley's deep voice, casual yet commanding, cut through the air. "Where are you going? Off to play with Nathan?"Wendy didn't respond. She simply turned to leave, but Stanley's hand shot out with swift precision, grabbing her delicate wrist.She froze, his touch burning through her skin. His body temperature was unnervingly hot, and his fingertips felt like they could scorch her.The cold shower hadn't cooled him down; if anything, it had only fueled the heat building inside him.Wendy tried to
Jessica arrived.Stanley froze instantly.The haze of desire that had clouded his judgment earlier seemed to evaporate at that moment. He quickly averted his eyes, a wave of shame washing over him. What was he doing? He'd been on the verge of crossing a line with Wendy.Wendy, feeling the sudden loosening of his grip, found herself freed. "Stay here. Don't go out," Stanley said, his voice taut. He turned and stormed off, likely to look for Jessica. Just moments ago, he had been consumed by lust, but now, with the mention of Jessica's name, he pulled away from her without a second thought. It was as if Wendy no longer mattered.Wendy's face, which had been flushed with embarrassment, slowly regained its natural color. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. How ironic—she, the legitimate wife, felt like the mistress, as though she were having an affair with Stanley while Jessica was the real wife.What would he do with Jessica now? No doubt, he'd be finishing what he couldn't wi
Since she was young, Jessica had dedicated herself to dance and spent large sums each month on skincare to keep her complexion flawless and smooth. Her figure, graceful and slender, was accentuated by the tight fit of the strapless mini dress she wore, showing off her curves.Stanley sat on the sofa, his eyes fixated on her. As she toyed with his attraction, he couldn't help but glance at her body, admiring her elegant shape.Jessica had always been one of the most beautiful women in Hovendale, and she obviously possessed something special to have caught Stanley's eye.Noticing his gaze, Jessica raised an eyebrow with a confident smirk, clearly aware of the effect she was having on him. She stepped closer, her high heels clicking on the floor, and boldly climbed onto his lap, straddling him.Her delicate fingers playfully traced the muscles of his chest. "Stanley, you're so hard."She raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing. "With you so stiff, how could it not be a big surprise that
The master bedroom was empty, with no sign of Wendy left behind.Just then, there was a knock at the door. Zayn appeared at the doorway. "Mr. Hawk, I saw Mrs. Hawk on my way here. She's already left."She left? Didn't I tell her to wait here?"I've sent someone to find the antidote for the aphrodisiac," Zayn added.Stanley barely moved his lips. "No need."He stepped into the bathroom, turning on the cold shower. The aphrodisiac in the room had been extinguished by Wendy, leaving only a trace amount that Stanley had inhaled. The effect wasn't too strong, and he knew he could overcome it with his willpower.He stood under the cold water, letting it pour down his body. The icy droplets splashed against his toned muscles, each drop glistening before breaking apart—his chiseled physique enough to make anyone stare.Stanley kept his eyes down, but Wendy's delicate face and soft, fragile hands kept appearing in his mind. Her touch was comforting, and it made him want more.His rest
Benny was intrigued. "What kind of competition?"Wendy knew Benny was a big fan of mobile games. "Let's play a round of mobile games, and we'll see who wins and who loses.""What?" Benny burst out laughing. "You want to challenge me in a round of mobile games? I'm a champion, Wendy! Do you really think I'll lose to someone like you?"Wendy smirked. "We'll find out soon enough."Benny pulled out his phone. "Alright, let's do this! Today, I'll show you how it's done."Wendy pulled out her phone as well, and they both started the game.In the game, Benny spun his character in midair, brandishing a large sword. "Wendy, prepare to die!"But in the next second, the sound of "Game Over" echoed through the room.The game had ended.Benny shot up from his seat, disbelief written all over his face. Just as he was showing off with his spin, Wendy had dropped down from above and, with a glowing axe, sliced through him.He was defeated.Benny found it hard to believe. He was a seasoned p
Wendy said seriously, "As medical practitioners, we must be meticulous. A tiny mistake can lead to disastrous consequences."At that moment, Cyril stood while Wendy sat. Despite the height difference between them, her slender, graceful back was perfectly straight. Her intelligent, clear eyes were full of earnestness as she gave Cyril a lesson, almost as though she were the teacher and he the student.Cyril, speechless, was taken aback. Was she teaching him? Did she really think she was his teacher? He had only one teacher, and that was Dr. Ceylan!Cyril couldn't believe what was happening. He was about to reprimand Wendy, but before he could say anything, she spoke up again. "Alright, Cyril, you can go now."Cyril was stunned. She was calling him by his first name again.The interaction left him speechless. He simply turned and walked away.-Back in the office, Cyril was fuming. There was no way he could have been wrong!He immediately grabbed the "Classic of Herbal Medic
Stanley's deep voice rang out. "Mr. Suarez, are you saying that the genius freshman is attending the Summit Academic Forum?"What?The phrase "genius freshman" struck Jessica like a lightning bolt, instantly capturing her attention. Was the mysterious and aloof genius freshman about to make an appearance?"She's actually been in Hovendale this whole time," Dave replied. "Unfortunately, you've never met her. She'll be attending the Summit Academic Forum, so you two will finally get to meet. Please make sure to find some time to attend the event."Stanley nodded. "Alright."After they hung up, Jessica was in shock. "Stanley, the genius freshman has been in Hovendale all this time? Who is she?"Hovendale's circle wasn't that large, and she had never heard of this brilliant young woman before.Jessica felt uneasy about the existence of this genius freshman. Stanley, equally unaware, didn't know who she was either. Thinking about the freshman's mysterious, cool demeanor, Stanley
Before Zayn could continue, Stanley interrupted in a low voice, "We're divorced. There's no need to update me on her situation."Zayn paused for a moment, then nodded respectfully. "Understood." He turned and left the room.At that moment, Jessica walked out. She had overheard everything Stanley had said. A smile curled on her lips as she approached him. She knew Stanley's decisive nature. Once he had divorced Wendy, he wanted nothing more to do with her.Now, his heart and mind were entirely focused on Jessica. She was his one true love.Jessica stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Stanley's waist from behind.Stanley didn't need to look to know it was her. His gaze shifted from the window, and he lowered his eyes to the small hands that had latched onto his waist.Jessica's right wrist had mostly healed, but there was still a scar, a reminder of the injury that ruined its beauty.As a dancer, she was someone who valued her appearance deeply.Stanley gently took her ri
After the divorce, Stanley and Wendy never contacted each other again. This was the first time he had heard any news about her.It turned out she had fallen seriously ill.Jessica immediately grinned, her red lips curling with a mix of pride, pity, and mockery. "I never would have guessed that Wendy was so deeply in love with Stanley."Trish joined in, mocking Wendy as well. "With her background, she'll never find another man like Mr. Hawk. It's honestly a little sad when you think about it."Jessica tilted her head, gazing at Stanley with a playful pout. "Stanley, now that your ex-wife's sick, don't you think you should give her a call and comfort her?"Stanley remained expressionless, his handsome face still as composed as ever. He looked at Jessica. "Sure. I'll call her right now."He made a move to reach for his phone.Jessica's expression instantly changed. "You wouldn't dare!"Stanley smirked. "Then why did you suggest it?"He was just teasing her—he had no intention of
Losing Stanley hurt more than Wendy had ever expected.She couldn't even explain what it was about him that made her feel this way. He was never kind to her at all. And yet, everyone has that one person in their life they love—someone who might not deserve it, but still holds a place in your heart. She loved Stanley. Her fingers tightly gripped the crystal pendant he had given her, the one she knew she would never let go of. But deep down, she understood—she had lost him. She had lost her Big Brother.At that very moment, Stanley sat in his Rolls Royce Phantom, parked by the side of the road. Through the gleaming windshield, he watched Wendy huddled in on herself, crouched on the street, sobbing uncontrollably.A red haze slowly crept into his dark eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Something stung his heart, a pain that wasn't sharp but spread in waves, dense and suffocating.Then his phone rang. It was Jessica."Stanley, have you divorced Wendy?" she asked
Wendy asked if Stanley had ever had feelings for her.The question left him momentarily stunned.Of course, he had.He had once caught himself thinking about Wendy in a romantic sense. He felt reluctant to let go of her—he felt drawn to her, wanting to claim her.He had feelings for Wendy, but in the grand scheme of things, that feeling meant nothing compared to how he felt for Jessica.Now, with the divorce looming, he intended to cut all ties, to sever them completely without hesitation.He spoke the words that seemed to crush the air between them: "Wendy, I love Jessica."He said he loved Jessica.The light in Wendy's eyes slowly dimmed, the question she had asked now feeling like a painful mistake. She had set herself up for humiliation—complete and utter humiliation.Still, she wasn't a sore loser."Then let's get a divorce."Stanley paused. "Go get your marriage certificate."Wendy forced a thin smile and reached into her bag. "I already brought it with me."When
Wendy returned to the girls' dorm and was greeted by a video call from Halsey.Halsey's bright, happy face appeared on the screen, her eyes mischievously dancing. "How did it go last night? Did you and Mr. Hawk, you know..."She wiggled her eyebrows, her expression full of playful insinuation.Wendy chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. "Why aren't you back yet?""I didn't want to interrupt you two. The last thing I wanna do is be a third wheel."With that, Halsey continued, "Mr. Hawk handled Luna really well this time. I honestly think he has feelings for you. You guys consummated your marriage and are officially husband and wife now. I hope things go well for you both, and that you can have a happy life together."Wendy wasn't sure how to respond. She popped a candy into her mouth, letting the sweetness spread across her tongue. After a moment, she smiled and said, "I appreciate that, Halsey. Come back soon, alright?""I'll be back tonight.""Okay."Wendy ended the call
Jessica didn't want Wendy here.Wendy turned to look at Stanley.Still holding Jessica's hand, he slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers.Their eyes locked.Before Stanley could speak, Wendy shifted her gaze and briefly glanced at Jessica before offering a small, polite smile. "I'm glad you're okay. I'll leave now."She turned and walked away.But she didn't leave immediately. She stood outside the door, listening to the conversation inside.Jessica's voice was filled with sorrow as she accused Stanley, "Stanley, tell me. Did you sleep with Wendy?"Stanley looked at the door for a moment before his eyes settled back on Jessica's pale face. "Jessica, I'm sorry."He admitted it.Jessica bit her lip. "Stanley, why? You told me you and Wendy were over!"Stanley's expression darkened. Yes, he had told Jessica that he and Wendy were finished, but he couldn't stop himself from seeking out Wendy. "Stanley, you've forgotten my warning. I told you not to touch Wendy, not to sleep with
Stanley glanced at Wendy before nodding. "Alright."-The two of them arrived at the hospital and entered the VIP ward, where they found Jessica.Jessica lay in bed, her face pale. She was still unconscious, her breathing assisted by a ventilator. Though her right wrist was wrapped in thick bandages, blood could be seen seeping through.Lilian rushed toward Stanley as soon as she saw him. "Mr. Hawk, you're here!"But her movement froze when she noticed Wendy standing behind him. Her expression shifted instantly. "Why did you bring her here?"Wendy gazed at her mother—the one who birthed her—with cold, steady eyes.Lilian's voice grew sharper with anger. "How dare you show your face here, Wendy! Last night, Jessica had heart problems and needed Mr. Hawk by her side. You knew that, but you wouldn't let go of him! Look at what happened—Jessica cut her wrist! Are you happy now that you got what you wanted? You're the one who pushed Jessica to kill herself! Get out of here!"In a