Edward's face darkened, his expression contorting into a death glare. "If anything happens to her, Taylor, you'll pay for this!"He took her in his arms and left.I stood there, stunned.He had sworn to love me forever back then—the same man who had bared his fangs at me because of Maddison.The irony was agonizing.When did it happen? When had he started falling for her? Why hadn't I noticed?Pain gripped me. It wasn't until Cherry came into my room and asked if I was okay that I finally snapped out of it.I should not be feeling hurt over a bastard who didn't care about me!I returned to work.-By noon, my phone rang.Seeing it was from Cameron, I ended the call without picking it up.A while later, it rang again. This time, it was from my father.I started to wonder if Maddison had finally died. Hesitating for a moment, I answered.Unfortunately, the first thing I heard was my father's verbal abuse at a volume that could have made my ears bleed."Taylor Jones, you he
I covered my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I was in no mood to face whoever this person might be.My father suddenly appeared. When he spoke, he addressed someone respectfully, "Mr. Kenway! Please, the VIP seat is that way.""It's alright. I'm happy to be seated here," the man replied coolly, though with an air of superiority.My father was about to respond when he was called away for the event.Cameron quickly came to lead him off.My mood finally stabilized. I looked up.Before I could return the handkerchief, I heard a voice calling out, "Let us put our hands together to welcome the witness—Miss Taylor Jones!"The spotlight suddenly hit me. The chatter quieted, and a heavy silence swept across the hall.I could tell the crowd was shocked. Some looked at me with pity and sympathy, while others waited eagerly for some kind of drama.I straightened my back and put on my mental armor. Steeling myself, I climbed the steps.Commotion returned to the audience."Rumor h
Maddison's eyes began to well up, and I realized what she was doing—she was trying to guilt-trip everyone in the audience."I want to thank my sister for letting me be with the man I love, for letting me leave this world without regret. So I wish… I wish all of you would stop making jokes at her expense! She's the best sister in the world!" she cried.The audience fell silent. No one was jeering anymore.I scanned the crowd, wondering if I was mistaken. There was an exceptionally handsome man in the crowd who didn't seem at all convinced. He smirked.Maddison turned around, eyes tearful. "Taylor, I want to know… Do you hate me?"I quivered with rage.She had been planning this all along! She wanted me to perform for her.God, I could hurl.The host passed me another mic, thinking my silence was due to a technical issue.I was already struggling to hide my contempt, but with this?I decided I wouldn't suffer in silence anymore.I took the mic and smiled, then turned to face t
The situation spiraled out of control, and the guests started flashing their phones, taking pictures.I was just a woman fighting a battle alone, and it didn't take long before I found myself at a sharp disadvantage.Fortunately, Edward's parents were embarrassed enough to try to stop the fight."Please! We're in public! This is our children's wedding!" they cried out."Don't try to stop me! I'm gonna fucking kill this bitch today for fucking with my life!" Harry howled. He had completely lost control.Suddenly, Cameron shouted, "Stop it! Maddie's fainted! Somebody help us!"Harry froze mid-attack, shoved me away, and lurched toward his precious daughter. "What happened?! Somebody call goddamn 911 right now!"The crowd around me dispersed, and Maddison became the center of attention again.Edward panicked. He ran to her and scooped her into his arms. "Maddie, Maddie! Listen to me! Stay with me, okay? We're getting you to the hospital right now!"I was in a disheveled state. My
Why would a Kenway—especially this mysterious "S"—show up at my wedding?I couldn't think of a reason. Did we mail our invitation to the wrong person?Well, at least he got to witness the most entertaining show in all of Metropolis the moment he arrived. I'd call that a win.My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.It was Jean. She wasted no time, snarling, "Those two assholes! I almost smashed my phone just watching them! Girl, I'm so glad you fucking shot back at those pieces of shit!"I sighed and leaned back into my car seat. "Don't tell me it's gone viral.""Can you blame it? You don't see people this insane that often. You can't make this up!" she replied. "The Internet is split into two camps, and they're at war, Tay-Tay!"I closed my eyes, a headache beginning to pulse through my skull.I wanted revenge, yes. But I didn't want to drag myself into this maelstrom, too. I could capsize just as easily."Are you alright, Tay-Tay? You were attacked!" Jean asked, concern
Edward said someone was going to die.I groggily beamed at him, oddly gleeful. "Ooh, when's Maddison's funeral?""How could you be so inhuman?!" Edward growled, his face dark with rage.I had never seen him like this before.I frowned and shoved him toward the door. I was ready to slam it shut when he suddenly kicked it open and grabbed my arm.I was furious.Struggling, I slapped him across the face. "I can call the cops on you for home invasion. Piss off!"Edward ignored me, his grip firm, and forced me into his car."What the hell is wrong with you, Edward?! Let me out of here!""Her life hangs in the balance, Taylor! You're coming with me to the hospital!"He stomped on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward into the early morning light.I was confused. "What does this have to do with me, anyway? I'm not a doctor!"Edward's lips pressed into a grim line. He looked like a man on the edge, and as the car picked up speed, a knot of fear tightened in my chest.What if h
Well, no reason to keep this useless secret from him now, was there?I turned to Edward and smirked. "You already know this now? God. Breaking news! Maddison and Miles are my siblings by blood. Different moms, that's all.""B-But she's only two years your junior!" Edward cried out in disbelief."Oh, you noticed? Good. My prolific fuc—I mean, 'father'—had started his affair when I was just a one-year-old. Or maybe he started earlier. He did all he could to make my mom divorce him so he could marry the shameless homewrecker."Edward's shocked gaze flitted between Harry and Cameron."You've never told me anything about that," he muttered, a look of seeming guilt shadowing his face."Now, why would I tell anyone about my family's most shameful secret? Besides, I thought you were smart enough to deduce it on your own!" I replied scornfully.Was our shared blood type not enough of a giveaway? Dumbass.He said nothing, so I added, "Now you understand why I've been so against helping h
The nurse frowned. "You've been taking sleeping pills lately?""To help me sleep, yes. I took two pills." I glanced at the clock in the ER. "It was about four hours ago, I believe."The nurse shook her head. "Ah, that won't do. You won't pass the test."I shrugged, much to their dismay. "Sorry, guys. This time, it's not about my reluctance. I really can't help."Harry stomped his foot. "You are playing games with us, Taylor! Why didn't you just say you can't donate your stupid blood outright?!""Well, Edward basically abducted me from home before I could even make sense of this whole thing," I replied innocently, blinking."You!" Edward growled, glaring at me.Seeing their exasperated faces filled me with a petty sense of satisfaction.Just then, the ER door swung open."We're running low on blood supplies!" the nurse announced. "Have you found a donor yet?"Cameron's knees seemed to buckle as she shoved Harry forward. "Go and donate yours already! Our daughter is dying!"Ha
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
Lisbeth's eyes lit up as she received the scarf, her delight evident. "I love it! This is such an elegant color. And the embroidery is exquisite!"She draped the scarf over her shoulders and twirled in front of me. "How does it look?""It's very becoming! But then again, seems like everything looks good on you, Madame Kenway," I complimented, hoping to ease the tension."Ha! Aren't you a sweet-talker?" Lisbeth laughed. "The only reason everything looks good on me is that you've only ever picked things that are perfect for me. The dress you made for Sol is another example. It was brimming with class!"Her praise warmed me more than I expected."Thank you so much," I said, genuinely touched.She reluctantly removed the scarf."I'm just happy you love it so much," I added.As we continued chatting, Soren finally came downstairs in the black suit.Lisbeth's eyes widened, and she immediately stood up. "Oh God, for once my son looks more handsome than his old man! Hmph, not bad."S
"Can you at least tell me why? Is it my conduct as a person? Or are you worried about the rumors that might start to fly?" Soren asked.My cheeks flushed even more, and I couldn't meet his gaze. "Um... I... I just think... I've been divorced and... I don't have the best reputation and..."I trailed off, hoping he understood what I meant.To my surprise, Soren simply shrugged and smiled. "I didn't just learn that you ended things today. And you weren't the reason your relationship ended. The man let it down. Why should you be at fault?""I know, but rumors can be damaging. Especially since your family is one of the noblest in this nation, and..."I stopped myself before I could continue.The Kenways were as blue-blooded as it got. Anyone marrying into a family like that would have to be perfect in every way—looks, education, skills, family background.As for me? I was from a mediocre family with a mediocre education.Yes, my career was improving, but my father was locked up now,
At that moment, I dialed her number straight away. Texting felt too slow and impersonal, so I just called her.We had a lively conversation, and I invited her to stay at my place when she arrived in Metropolis so we could hang out again.Even before we reached the Kenway residence, I noticed a tall, princely figure in the distance against the wintry backdrop. My heart raced, and I suddenly felt bashful!I had assumed Soren would be at his office today! I didn't expect him to be home!The Bentley pulled up, and Soren opened the door for me. I smiled nervously, trying to mask my sudden unease, and said, "Wow. Look at you, taking time off work.""I wish that were true. I've only just returned home," he replied with a smile.Under the warm winter sun, his smile was dazzling, and his eyes gleamed. I wondered what he meant by "just returned home." Did he rush back just to see me, especially after we missed each other the last time?Back then, we could only talk for a brief moment wh
If this were a few days ago, I would have been overjoyed and excited.But now, I couldn't shake the image of Edward as the paramedics tried to resuscitate him.The thought of getting close to a guy I'd had my eye on made me feel ashamed. It felt like I was becoming one of those "pick-me" girls who couldn't live without a man."I don't think I can tonight," I fibbed, "My grandma's having me over for dinner.""Oh, understood," he replied, his tone cordial. "Let's do that some other time.""Yeah."I hated myself.I despised Edward. Lord knew how much I had prayed for a divorce. Yet, now that my dream was finally close to becoming a reality… why did I feel so conflicted?Was it because of what he was going through?I slapped myself mentally. Damn my bleeding heart! Wake up, Taylor! I couldn't show mercy and compassion to a fuckboy unless I wanted to be fucked over for the rest of my life!-While I waited for our divorce to be finalized, I received more good news.My deadbeat f
I returned to my car after bidding Ash goodbye.I was stewing in a swirl of emotions—happy, but also uneasy. I felt both relieved and worried.I decided to call my grandmother to share the news. But as the call connected, I noticed an ambulance hurrying toward the building."Yeah. The court case… Edward at least knew when to let go. We're divorced," I muttered.My grandmother let out a sigh of relief and launched into a long-winded speech that I barely registered. My attention had drifted outside the window.Paramedics were carrying Edward on a stretcher.Sally trailed behind them, but as she descended the stairs, she lost her footing and stumbled forward. A paramedic quickly helped her up.I recoiled, startled by the sight of her fall."I got it, Granny. Anyway, I gotta go. I have some things to work on, but I promise I'll tell you more over the weekend when I visit," I said quickly.I hung up and returned my focus to the window.Edward was hooked to an oxygen tank. As soon
The court's verdict was clear: our partnership had been annulled. Edward would also bear the cost of the court proceedings.The official verdict would be sent to us within ten business days.I listened to the sound of the gavel and knew that this was it. Tears almost burst from my eyes.I was free! I was finally free!Unlike me, Edward sank into his seat at the defendant's side. Dark clouds loomed over him.I didn't feel like comforting him at all. Instead, I left the courtroom with Ash, a big smile on my face."Thank you, thank you all! Thanks to all of you, we are now divorced!" I proclaimed to the cheering crowd."Congratulations on your freedom, Miss Jones! My nephew is a 28-year-old up-and-comer who graduated from an Ivy League school and currently works as an executive at a publicly traded company! Here's his picture...""28 is too old for you, Miss Jones! It's better when they are young, don't you think? My son is 23, currently doing his PhD! He's handsome, cheerful, and