My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"
Voir plusI bade them farewell and headed out of the corridor.That was when I felt a sharp clap on my shoulder. I turned and stared directly at his face, a blotchy red flag of rage.A bad feeling washed over me. "Edward! Why are y—"Before I could finish, he stepped forward and covered my mouth—not with his hand, but with a handkerchief.A rush of thoughts surged through me: Drugs to knock me out! A rape attempt! Murder!My hatred for Edward had festered to the point where only the most uncharitable, malicious ideas came to mind. They felt right, somehow.Within seconds, everything turned dark. -I opened my eyes.Darkness surrounded me.Where was I?I tried to move, only to realize my limbs were bound."You're up already? That's sooner than I thought."I recognized that voice, and that was enough to make my skin crawl and my hair stand on end. It was right beside me.Had he been there the entire time I was unconscious? Had he done something to me as some twisted form of revenge?
My chest tightened in shock.Edward had always seemed mild-mannered and humble. His family had consistently worked to project a positive image as well. They were always at the top of the list of leading philanthropists.The truth, however, was startling—to put it mildly.Soren explained, "This started as a dispute between the workers and their agency, so the Kennedys weren't originally responsible. But to prevent the case from tarnishing the project's reputation, the Kennedys spent a fortune covering it up."He sighed. "I didn't want to bring this up during such a joyous festival as Brigidlia, but Edward keeps showing up to trouble you repeatedly, leaving me no choice. I'm afraid that it's time to rid the city of the Kennedys."I stayed silent for a while. Once my thoughts settled, I nodded. "Anyone who commits a crime has to face the consequences. No exceptions.""It's good to hear that from you," Soren said. "I was actually worried. I don't want you to think I'm doing this just
The bouquet remained in front of me, unmoving, as if it would never budge unless I took it.Soren stared at Edward, his gaze dark. With a tilt of his head, he signaled to Sean.Sean understood and stepped forward to retrieve the flowers. But Edward dodged him."Come on, Tay. I'm here, choosing to overlook the fact that you played a part in my family's suffering because I genuinely wish you well. So why can't you accept a simple gesture of kindness from me?" he said.Plenty of people around us knew who we were, including the aforementioned fashion titans. Some journalists and media personnel still lingered nearby.I could tell Edward had timed this perfectly to pull off yet another stunt. If I didn't handle it well, it could easily turn into the next viral story.I finally accepted the bouquet and handed it to Sean. "Thanks for the flowers, but if you've got a whole speech prepared, save it. And for the record, the only reason this brand is still called the 'Edwardian Tailor' is t
After more than ten days of preparation, the fashion show finally began in earnest.That day, I barely had a moment to sit down and catch my breath. I had several collections lined up: a distinctly Victorian and Edwardian-inspired line, a bridal collection, and a workplace-themed collection.During a short break, while I was busy directing my models on what to do next, Cherry leaned in and whispered, "Tay-Tay? A few of our coworkers said they saw Mr. Kennedy in the VIP section."I was smoothing out creases on a model's dress when I turned, frowning. "Which one? Edward?""Yeah."I froze for a beat. "Ignore him. He's free to go wherever he wants anyway."Soren had come to support me, even with the Brigidlia Festival going on.But Edward? Why the hell would he show up now—when his family was in the middle of a crisis and he was still dealing with his chronic illness?Sure, he had attended some shows back when he was the CEO. However, he had no ties to the company anymore. And I, t
Hearing Soren say it would happen "sooner or later" only made me more anxious. Did he mean sooner... or later?While my mind was still racing, he had already brought me to the presidential suite. The place was lavish and expansive, complete with a personal butler.I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts. "Which room am I sleeping in?""The master bedroom," he said, pointing.I gathered my clothes and stepped inside. The king-sized bed caught my eye, and a sudden realization hit me. "Wait, if I'm sleeping here... then you—"He followed me into the room and closed the door behind him with a soft thud, using his back. "I'm sleeping here as well."I stared into his smiling eyes, stunned. "B-But t-then...""We're just going to sleep in the same bed. Relax," he said in a low, teasing voice. "Or... were you hoping for something more?"I froze, baffled and jittery. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, and it was sending me into a quiet panic."No! I don't want anything 'more' to happe
"Just have your meal!" I said frantically to cover my embarrassment, shoving the lunchbox into her hand.Jean found a spot nearby to eat and watched me pack clothes, personal grooming items, my laptop, and documents."So you're not staying here for the rest of the week?" she asked."What? No! I'll come back once you're at your place!" "Excuse me? You'd rather spend the night with Mr. Kenway than with me?" she complained."Jeannie!" I cried in panic.Goddamn it—not in front of him!Soren wore a half-smile that didn't match his awkwardness.Jean, though, had more teasing in store."Taylor will be reeeally busy tomorrow, Mr. Kenway. Please be gentle, mindful, and considerate during exercise, okay?" she quipped."Well, there's more than one room in the presidential suite," Soren said matter-of-factly."Oooooooh. I see," Jean replied, drawing out the "oh" for as long as possible.Then, suddenly, she added, "What's your secret, Mr. Kenway? How do you manage to control your desir
"Where else could I be staying?" Soren asked sweetly, winking. "You don't want me here?"My face flushed. I turned away from him. "I don't care! You can sleep in the barn, and I wouldn't give a damn!"He followed me and grabbed my hand. "I'd sleep on the street if it meant I could have you next to me.""I'm not doing that with you!" I protested, trying to pull my hand free.He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.We were so close I could smell pine forest and musk, a strong scent of male pheromones that would have made any woman blush.Suddenly, I couldn't summon my usual indignation. It dawned on me just what kind of person he really was.Soren was the type who hid his strength and assertiveness behind the skin of a soft-spoken gentleman. Even the smallest hint of that other side of him was enough to make you cower.At that moment, rejecting him seemed unthinkable.His arm was firmly—forcefully—around my waist, and I felt like my whole life was caught in his gri
As expected, Soren's lips curled into a knowing smile.I added, "You deliberately refused to accept the handkerchief I returned, didn't you?"He simply smiled shyly—a confession as clear as any."See? That means you've already given me a love token. You don't need to give me another.""A handkerchief isn't worth much.""That's because it's not the handkerchief that matters. It's the heart and the feelings behind it. You've never forgotten me over the years. That determination and faith are priceless. Nothing is more precious than that," I replied.It was the first time I'd ever said something so romantic.Soren let out a long sigh."You're the most stubborn woman I've ever met," he said, both helpless and affectionate."I prefer to call it being principled," I quipped, setting my utensils down and wiping my lips with a napkin. "We can exchange gifts now that we're together, but the debt from before all this started shouldn't just disappear."I had said this before, but I was
Soren hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, his restraint evident.I could tell he was trying to control how much he missed me with all these people around. I felt the same way, too.I wished we didn't have to eat. I just wanted to return to the hotel and do something adults would understand.But with our tagalongs, I had to suppress that impulse as well.During the meal, Soren remarked, "Ugh, the food isn't as good as your cooking. It's so mediocre."He had been complaining nonstop since he started eating. He just wasn't used to foreign cuisine.It reminded me of what my coworkers did whenever they had to travel abroad.I chuckled. "Some of my colleagues bring instant noodles with them.""Did you do that?" Soren asked."No. I don't really care about food. As long as I'm fed, I'm content."I'd gotten used to the neglect in the Jones family. All I ever ate was leftovers, or sometimes nothing at all. I was never given a choice.To me, even though foreign cuisine wasn't wha
They said marriage was the tomb of love. I thought it was great. I'd rather have a comfortable resting place than die without a grave, exposed to the elements.After two months of meticulous sewing, I finally finished my bridal gown.It dazzled brightly under the light. I imagined myself in it—a few days from now, walking down the aisle with the man I loved—and smiled.I had been waiting for this day since I was 19. After six years, I was finally going to rest in this tomb of love at the age of 25.My dream shattered overnight.Cherry Birkin, my assistant, called and asked, "Tay-Tay! Mr. Kennedy came this morning and took the bridal gown. He's bringing it home, right?"Still groggy, I replied, "He took my gown?""Yeah. Um, do you know anything about that?""I'll ask him about it now."My mind cleared slightly, but I still couldn't figure out his reason.Our house was already filled with things for the event. There was no space for the gown, so I had planned to take it home th...
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