Zoe crossed out the writing on the paper, correcting the lyrics that she thought weren't interesting enough. She then shifted her chair to face the electric piano next to her desk and pressed a few keys to find the right notes.
Wolf's faith in Zoe's ability to create her own music was growing, even though the results still needed a lot of polishing and had not yet become the title track for his album. Wolf continued to encourage Zoe to be creative.It was exhausting because it meant Zoe had to use her free time to learn and keep learning, but Zoe didn’t mind. She did not want her singing career to stagnate. Her talent and skills in songwriting might not be as strong as her vocal abilities, but Zoe would not stand still without learning.“Yes?”Zoe turned to see Darcy, who had been sitting in front of her laptop, arranging Zoe's schedule and receiving calls from who knows whom. It was just the two of them in the studio.Zoe turned back to heA while later, Wolf gazed at the number he'd blocked for several months. Hesitant, but necessary. Wolf finally unblocked the number and pressed the dial button. Calling. She answered the call on the second ring."TOMMY!" Her response was filled with both excitement and surprise. Emily didn't expect Wolf to call."I miss you! You finally want to talk to me again!" Emily sounded touched."Enough! Your drama is not important. I want to talk!" Wolf snapped."Of course, come over. I'll be at home." Emily responded eagerly."No, I..." Wolf was about to say that he only wanted to talk over the phone, but Emily didn't want to hear it and had already ended the call."Cursed creature!" Wolf cursed while dialing Emily again, but there was no answer.It was impossible for Emily not to hear or to leave her phone—because it was only less than two seconds before the call connected again.Emily deliberately didn't answer. She didn't want to hear from Wo
Emily admires herself in the mirror, turning to see if her dress is provocative enough. She chooses a dark blue dress that clings tightly to her body with a very low neckline, revealing most of her shoulders and chest. It's a deliberate choice to seduce, but she's not satisfied yet.Emily then picks another dress in a deep red color. Bolder, with a V-neckline, is more provocative, as the front split goes all the way to the edge of her stomach. Not to mention the additional slit on the thigh area that reaches the upper thighs.After changing into the red dress, Emily finally smiles contentedly. Her intentions perfectly align with her outfit. Her still-beautiful figure forms perfectly. Usually, men's eyes would follow wherever her legs went, too mesmerized. And Wolf is a man too, so it should be the same."Which one?" Emily wonders while brushing her hand over her collection of expensive perfumes, then chooses the blue one—its fresh scent is reminiscent of summer.
Just before the surface of the wine touched her lips, Wolf lowered his glass and looked at Emily with a smirk."You seem eager to see me drink it. Is this wine really that special?" Wolf swirled the glass in his hand, still smiling.Emily panicked. "What do you mean? What's wrong with the wine?" Emily pretended to inspect the wine in her glass and took another sip."The wine is delicious. There's nothing strange about it," Emily continued to evade."I think you must think I'm very foolish." Wolf placed the wine glass on the table and stared at Emily."I saw you switch the positions of this wine earlier. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Wolf laughed.Wolf certainly saw when Emily behaved oddly earlier. She just had to push the wine glass toward him, but instead, she struggled to switch positions when she changed seats.Emily shook her head, but Wolf gestured for her to be silent."But even without that, I wouldn't touch anything handed to me b
"Go ahead. I won't consider you to exist. You can try, and Loria will defeat you again. Your desire to possess me will never end beautifully."This was the first time Wolf said it clearly. All this time, his attitude showed rejection, but he never explicitly stated anything. Maybe that was the mistake that made Emily blind and stubborn enough to keep trying."Tommy, please...""Stop calling me that!" Wolf exclaimed disgustedly.Even his father didn't call him by that name. Just plain Thomas. Tommy was a forced affectionate nickname that Emily used to manipulate him."I... love you. You can't leave.""Leave? I would have to stay on first for that. I never did and never will stay near you, so I'm not leaving you! Get that through your head! We are nothing, and even bearing the title of stepmother, you are not worthy, Demon." Wolf spat out. He's sick of Emily's whining."But I did it because I love you. You can't understand?" Another whimper elicited a grimace from Wolf."You call that l
Zoe furrowed her brow as she listened to the recording results obtained by Wolf from Emily. Hearing how Emily tried to justify her actions towards Wolf with words of love sounded disgusting."There's no need to listen to it anymore," Wolf reprimanded, turning to pour his cooking onto the plate. Sausages and asparagus."I think you need to cut some parts to make it sound better. You sound too harsh there," Zoe said, handing the phone back to Wolf and taking her portion of the plate. The part where Emily screamed when Wolf poured wine sounded like attempted murder."It seems you have a lot of experience in editing recordings," Wolf remarked as he sat down and began to eat as well.Zoe smiled shyly, looking down. Wolf was obviously alluding to Zoe's past acts of revenge by manipulating Iris's voice recordings."I won't do anything to that recording. I'm afraid the police won't consider it valid evidence if the recording has been edited," Wolf said.Undoubtedly, editing would render the e
"I'll handle it." Wolf stood before Zoe. He wants to know who the uninvited guest is.Wolf didn't immediately open the door. He checked through the peephole and saw two men waiting patiently, not appearing threatening. So, he opened the door."Oh?" The man waiting seemed surprised to find Wolf opening the door."Who are you?" Wolf asked."Does Mrs. Zoe Edison live here?" the man in front asked.Wolf frowned. He had never heard anyone mention Zoe's name like that before. Usually, if not Loria, then Zoe Anderson. His last name is not associated with Zoe."Who are you?" Wolf asked again. He wouldn't provide answers before they gave clear information."Oh, sorry. We're members of the NYPD. I'm Detective Benson." The man in front raised his coat to confirm his identity, showing his badge."Who came?" Before Wolf could ask further, Zoe, curious, followed behind Wolf to see who had come."AGH!" Zoe let out a small scream and stepped back from th
[No news has been heard by anyone. I feel like Billy is trying hard to cover up this scandal. How? I'll dig into it if that's what you want]Sanchez's message made Wolf frown. After hearing about Max's arrest yesterday, Wolf naturally asked Sanchez why there was no news about it. Sanchez looked into it, and apparently someone was hiding that news—someone who happened to be Billy.[No. Wait. Hold on. If possible, compensate anyone trying to publish this news. I don't want any news circulating. Not yet, for now]Wolf wanted to avoid any news before the issue was clear because he didn't want the media to discover Zoe's involvement. After Sanchez replied, Okay, Wolf turned to Zoe, who was sitting quietly beside him, looking out the window."Can't Zoe skip this?" Wolf asked Cliff, who was in the front seat. Wolf also brought Stefan along to drive.Wolf asked for something that might make Zoe feel lighter. Even though they had arrived at t
"Does that imply that Maxwell Taylor is the father of the child you were carrying at the time?" Benson asked. Zoe nodded."Was this the reason Maxwell Taylor wanted to get rid of you?""Most likely. He didn't want his career to be hindered by the existence of that child."Benson nodded again and wrote down the facts on his paper. A fact Zoe couldn't reveal before due to her coma."So, what really happened back then? Could you tell us in more detail?"Zoe remained silent for a while, and no one rushed her to speak."If you don't want to talk about it, I can ask the police to postpone..."Zoe shook her head, then thanked Cliff with a nod. She would speak. Zoe didn't want anything left unsaid.Zoe recounted everything. The events of that day from the beginning—how Max hurried her to retrieve a forgotten sock from the apartment, her encounter with Iris and what they both did, his anger, and the incident on the stairs.Though halting and