I feigned being caught in a trap and replied, "Fine, I guess I have no choice!"After hanging up, I thought things through. I knew Soren and I had some sentiments involved, but we had never done anything overtly suggestive in public.I also knew Edith well enough. If she had any real evidence of us being together, she would have used it against me immediately instead of resorting to vague threats after Edward was forced to end this charade.I was pretty sure she had nothing substantial. She probably thought she could make something up and see if she could change her brother's fate.My deductions reassured me, calming my nerves, but I still decided to show up for Soren's sake. He was too important a figure—I wouldn't allow a single scandal to sully his flawless image.-I drove to the coffee shop at the address Edith had given me.I spotted her almost immediately—she had chosen a secluded table behind a row of indoor plants.I was sure she hadn't informed her brother about this.
The pain and humiliation Edward caused me were worse than any mere "affair" most people could even hope to pull off."He was forced to do that, Taylor! Maddison was suffering from late-stage cancer, and Edward was just trying to help a dying woman. Doesn't that show you how kind and considerate he is?"I frowned. The Kennedys were not okay. Every single one of them talked like they had a worm in their heads. I was pretty sure this elite family was on its last legs.Anyway, who gave a shit? I just wanted to see the goddamn "evidence.""Show me the video, or I'm leaving right now."Edith stubbornly ignored me.I rose to my feet."Wait!" she finally called out.I sat back down just as the waitress arrived with our orders."Two glasses, please," Edith told her.The waitress dutifully poured for both of us before wishing us a pleasant evening.Once she left, though, I got straight to the point. "Your proof. Now."Edith pouted unhappily. "Fine, but don't bother trying to delete i
The straw seemed to be soaked far more than the water level should have allowed. But why? I hadn't touched my drink since the waitress had poured it.Had someone tampered with my juice? Perhaps they had stirred it while I hadn't been looking. But for what purpose?A disturbing thought crossed my mind—one that was almost too difficult to believe.Had Edith spiked my drink? Could she have done it in public?It seemed hard to fathom she would be angry enough to do something like that.But what would her motive be? Revenge? Was she trying to kill me?Though, if she killed me, she wouldn't be able to live with the consequences.The next terrible thought that crossed my mind was that she might have spiked my drink with a date rape drug, intending to ruin my life in revenge. That seemed like the most plausible explanation.I couldn't know for certain whether my suspicions were true, but one thing was clear—I was not touching that juice, not even with a ten-foot pole.Noticing my sile
I poured the rest into Edith's glass, nearly spilling it over the brim. She quickly took two sips.I watched, my heart racing.There was no virus or germ on my end—I hadn't even taken a sip.But what about the drug she'd spiked in my drink? I had no idea what it was—or its effect.Yes, I was feeling uneasy. But then again, if anything happened, it would be her own fault. She did this to herself!While she answered Edward's call, I texted Cherry, asking her to call me in ten minutes with an excuse—something urgent at the company. I had about five or six minutes left.Edith was still fuming. She gulped down more orange juice and continued her tirade. "Do you ever look at yourself and feel disgusted by the failure you've become?"You had a hand in your sister's death. You sent your own dad to jail. I heard you cornered your stepmother."And now you want to divorce a man who's done nothing but remain faithful to you. What do you think you'll gain from all this? Do you see how alone
Edward got out of his car just in time.Since he was here, I thought I was no longer morally compelled to go after Edith."Your sister is in trouble. Go look for her!" I said.He seemed confused. "What? Edith told me to come here for you! She said you've both been drinking.""I didn't drink! And more importantly, don't worry about me. Your sister is in trouble! She's driving when she shouldn't!"Edward could tell I was serious. Alarmed, he pulled out his phone.She didn't answer.A severe expression shadowed his face as he ran back to his car.After watching him leave, I drove off as well.What happened to Edith was no longer my concern. I had informed her family. My responsibility ended there.-Unfortunately, things escalated quickly. Well past midnight, long after I had fallen asleep, my phone rang.I groggily picked it up, and Edward's voice immediately howled through the receiver. "What did you do to my sister?! What did you do?! Why did you end up fine after dinner wh
Well, well, well! I decided to let him believe whatever he wanted for as long as he pleased. That way, when I finally revealed my evidence, it would hit him even harder."I'll show you what really happened very soon," I said. "Where are you all now? At home? Or the hospital?""The hospital."The Kennedys owned a private hospital. If anything were to happen to Edith, the family would have insisted on keeping it under wraps. They would only trust their own doctors.I bought a bouquet and rushed to the hospital.-As I stepped out of the elevator into the corridor, I spotted Edward and overheard snippets of his conversation with his lawyer.I caught the word "rape."So, it was true. The Kennedy heiress had been sexually violated.No wonder her brother was so furious with me.I felt a fleeting pang of regret. But then I reminded myself of how much Edward had hurt and slandered me. I told myself not to be too soft. Even if I hadn't let Edith drink that orange juice and had simply
It was too late. I had passed my phone to Edward.Sally leaned in, curiosity etched on her face.Edward's expression darkened.Sally's shock deepened, and she turned to her daughter, stammering, "You… What did you… What have both of you—""Explain this right now, Edith Kennedy!" Edward bellowed at his sister. "What the hell happened last night?!""I-I…" Edith stammered, tears streaming down her face.Edward had lost it. He stormed toward her, shoving the screen in her face. "Don't look away! You were the one who drugged her! You lied! You fucking lied to everyone!""I didn't! I didn't lie!" Edith wailed. "I didn't say it was her! You're the one who thought so! Don't blame me!"She turned to me, her fury intensifying. "What the hell is wrong with you, bitch?! I've already been punished in the most painful way possible, so why are you doing this?! You want me to kill myself, don't you?!"I frowned and replied innocently, "Your brother was the one who forced me to make a statemen
"Who told you that?" I replied calmly, grinning. "I didn't know! I just saw how much you liked the drink and let you have mine too. That was me being nice!""Y-You're evil!" Edith stuttered.She turned to Edward and howled, "Is this the kind of woman you like? An evil, heartless bitch?!""Shut up! You started all of this, and now I'm dragged into it because of you! You're a moron!" Edward shot back."I was doing it for you! If it weren't for how obsessed you are with her, would I even have come up with a plan like this?!" Edith shrieked, tears and snot streaming down her face.Edward laughed scornfully. "You stooped so low and committed a crime, and that was somehow for my sake?!""Yes! It was all for you!" Edith snarled."I just wanted her to be with you! Then maybe she wouldn't leave you so easily! Or, better yet, if you got her pregnant, she couldn't leave you because of the baby!"At the very least… the two of you have been together for six years and even registered as civi
"Good evening, Taylor." Soren's voice was low and soft.The way he enunciated his words made him sound so proper and gentlemanly. It was so refreshing that I felt as if the cold had left me.My mind started to blank. I suddenly realized I could not speak. In the end, I could only squeeze out lamely, "So… had your dinner?"He chuckled. "Yes. You?""Me?" I suddenly felt like my soul had snapped back into my body. "You really don't know?""Huh? Is that something I should know?" Soren asked, confused.Wait. So Richard didn't report anything to Soren after all! I had been fooled!"Oh… damn it," I muttered, smacking my forehead. "Mr. Rockefeller played me like a fiddle…""Huh? You mean Ritchie? What did he do?"I sat up straight and forced myself to calm down. Well, I started the conversation, so I had to finish it myself."I had dinner with that colleague after we finished discussing work. We were eating at a seafood hotpot place. Then, when we were about to finish, we saw Mr. Roc
When we were almost finished, I heard someone call out, "Miss Jones! Fancy seeing you here!"I looked up, stunned. It was Soren's best friend, Richard!"Mr. Rockefeller, hello!" I said, rising to greet him.He nodded. "Hello to you too."Richard then glanced at the man sitting opposite me."This is my newly hired General Manager, Jamie Young," I quickly introduced. "Mr. Young, this is Richard Rockefeller of Rockefeller Media. He's one of the city's elites. Who knows, we might work with him one day."Jamie stood and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller!"Richard shook his hand. "Likewise!"He turned back to me. "It's the weekend today, so why aren't you hanging out with Soren? It's the first snow of the year. People are in a pretty festive mood."I knew exactly what he meant. The snow had blanketed the city in white, and people were out enjoying it, taking pictures, playing, and simply reveling in the change of season."We met earlier today, but I have thin
When someone cared about another person, they were mindful of everything that person possessed. Even the smallest pain was worthy of concern.Real life wasn't like fiction. Most people didn't experience cataclysmic events or life-threatening situations. Thus, where else could we show our care and love, if not through the mundane sufferings of daily life?The more I thought about it, the more I regretted how I'd spoken to Soren. I really needed to apologize."Miss Jones? Miss Jones!"I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh! Yes?"Jamie fixed me with a questioning look. "Are you alright? We can always talk about this on Monday.""No, let's do it today. I'm free today." I forced myself to sit up, holding the ice pack to my forehead while flipping through the documents with my free hand. "What are your questions? I'll answer them."This company was the culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears. And now, I had found someone just as invested in making it better as I was! How could I be a de
Jamie started toward the pantry. "What would you like to have, Miss Jones? Tea? Coffee? Or perhaps milk and juice?""Coffee will be good.""Got it."As he prepared my drink, I rubbed my forehead.To my dismay, I could feel the swelling! I quickly tried to cover it with my bangs.Jamie brought two cups of coffee over. "These coffee beans were gifts from a friend from Oz. Have a taste.""Thanks!"I took a sip.Before I could even savor it, Jamie suddenly asked, "Miss Jones, is your forehead alright? I think it's… swollen…"I gulped down the coffee and tried to cover my forehead with my hair. "Oh! It's, uh, nothing! I just bumped into something, haha.""It'll recover faster if you put some ice on it," he said, heading toward the fridge.This office used to belong to Edward. He rarely stayed in his office for long, but it was well-equipped regardless. The pantry, fridge, lounge, and bathroom were all included.Jamie found an ice pack and started looking for a clean towel to wra
The loud "thud" I made nonetheless startled both the people inside the escalator and Soren."Taylor?" he called out suddenly.But I was so embarrassed that I quickened my pace.As people entered the escalator, I pressed my forehead and called out to them, "Hold the door!"I dove into the escalator, and the doors closed.I breathed a sigh of relief. My heart was pounding, and my mind was still reeling from the shock.I couldn't imagine Soren's reaction to my "near-miss." He must think I was the clumsiest woman on Earth. Or perhaps he thought I was so taken by his confession that it had broken me, leaving me incapable of functioning properly.-I entered my office, and as I passed by the General Manager's room, I was surprised to see someone inside.I peeked through the window. It was my new recruit. He was working overtime today.He noticed me too and looked up in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here today, Miss Jones!"I smiled. "That's my line! It's the weekend, and y
Soren's gaze was soft and calm. After a while, he finally said, "I can wait. It doesn't matter how long you'll need. I can wait."I felt a bolt course straight through my veins. I could faint.Just like that—without warning or any plan—he tore down the wall between us and spoke his mind candidly!I had no idea what expression I might have been wearing, but I could tell my heart was beating at warp speed.How the hell was I supposed to respond to this? Reject him again or say, "Well, I hope you like waiting!"?"Look, M-Mr. K-Kenway—""Don't call me Mr. Kenway."I froze, my mouth still open. Just that interruption alone made my mind go blank.Soren got out of the car, circled it, and came to me.I turned mechanically toward him, my eyes wide enough to fall out of their sockets. I stared at him helplessly."I couldn't bring it up before because, firstly, you were still legally tied to someone else. Secondly, I couldn't tell if you liked me. If I made my feelings known too soon,
I froze. "Oh, I'm not sleepy!"And then I cracked a yawn.Soren laughed. "Just take a nap. It'll take an hour to reach your office anyway."Well, here were my options. If I chose not to sleep, this silence between us would feel awkward. If I chose to talk, what happened when our topics veered into certain territories, and we're back to being awkward again?You know what? A nap was the best choice after all. Even if I had to pretend to be asleep."Sounds good," I replied.I intended to pretend to sleep. I thought I could close my eyes and imagine some designs and arrangements for the fashion show in Medhelanon next year.What I didn't expect was Soren pressing a button and adjusting my seat to the most ergonomic position. I was reclining way too comfortably!I stared at him. He flashed a smile. "It's more comfortable this way.""Ha, okay… Thanks…"God, the embarrassment was killing me. Could you imagine what this felt like?It felt like we were a couple. A married one, even!
Lisbeth rose and simply said, "I've finished my meal and would like to rest in my room. Please, enjoy your meal. Taylor, please visit me from time to time."I thought for sure I must have offended her enough that this would be the last time I'd sit here. But instead, she extended an invitation for the next time!I was moved. I rose from my seat politely and replied, "It'd be my pleasure, Madame Kenway.""The pleasure is all mine," she replied, smiling faintly, before heading toward the stairs.Soren noticed I continued to stand and called out, "You can sit down now, Taylor."I looked at him with downcast eyes. "I'm fine. I need to get back to my office.""Hey now. Did what my mom said startle you?" he asked gently. "She didn't mean any malice. It was her way of expressing sympathy—she seems to think you've always been alone in everything, and she hopes you can find a reliable partner to weather the storm with you soon.""I know she means well.""Phew, that's a relief to hear!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. My eyes met Soren's, and he offered a faint smile, as if reassuring me not to be nervous.But how could I not be? The ambiguous tension between us—were we or weren't we?—had only grown more intense.I shouldn't even be this close to a family of such blue-blooded stature. I was no match for them. Yet, as the owner of my own company, I couldn't afford to turn away a valuable client like Soren. Social connections had become more crucial than ever.Having a powerful and elite friend like Soren was undeniably beneficial—not just for me, but for my company and the people who relied on it. This connection could open doors to endless opportunities and revenue.Some might see my actions as undignified, as if I were constantly accepting handouts. But this was simply how the world worked.It wasn't as though I was leeching off him—he was the one offering his generosity. And who could fault me for accepting it?Finally, I managed to calm myself down, at least a