As Nathan sat there bewildered, Suzanne reached out and took his hand. "Come with me," she said softly.Nathan followed her upstairs. He was pulled along the way by her. Once inside the bedroom, Suzanne locked the door and guided Nathan to the edge of the bed. "Have a seat." Suzanne's voice quivered nervously. Nathan complied, his gaze reflecting a hint of confusion as he looked at Suzanne. He noticed the flush on her cheeks, her once-clear eyes now tinged with shyness and hesitation, with a nervousness that hinted at mischief. With a gentle touch, she pressed her hands on Nathan's shoulders, gently pushing him down onto the bed. Leaning over him, Suzanne's breath was uneven as she whispered, "I don't know how to explain this to you. I secretly checked the DNA between me and Betty. I'm not her biological daughter. "You may have suspected that Suzanne is their adopted daughter. But I'm truly not Suzanne. The doctor confirmed I'm still a virgin." Suzanne's voice trailed off,
Suzanne turned her face away as Nathan leaned in for a kiss. His lips grazed the corner of her mouth as she nervously murmured, " I need to take a shower." Suzanne's body flushed with warmth, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she avoided his gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her heart pounding with unusual intensity. Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before rising from the bed. Suzanne sat up and hurried to the bathroom without a word. Once inside, she immediately turned on the shower, trying to calm her racing heart as she took a deep breath. What had to happen would eventually happen, she reasoned. Since she'd already confided in Nathan, he shouldn't be bothered by her state. With fewer worries, Suzanne washed herself thoroughly. After all, it was her first time, and she wanted to leave them both with a beautiful memory. Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in clean pajamas. But Nathan was nowhere to be found. After searching the b
Suzanne ended the call once again. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed incessantly with incoming calls and messages. Despite the internet being scoured clean, those determined individuals had managed to leak her number. In less than ten minutes, a barrage of calls bombarded her, accompanied by an onslaught of messages. Suzanne's breath quickened, and her nerves were stretched thin. She hastily powered off her phone, her appetite for breakfast completely gone. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of madness, her hands cradling her head as she sank into deep thought. The weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm her, and she worried about the potential impact on Nathan. "Madam, are you all right?" the maid asked, concern etched on her face. Suzanne shook her head silently. "Don't worry, Madam, Mr. Morrison has everything under control," the maid reassured her. Suzanne fell silent for a moment before decisively grabbing her phone and striding upstairs. In
Suzanne's mind spun with confusion. Betty was outside Imperial Heights? She hastily dressed, and with the company of two vigilant bodyguards, she departed Sudvilla and made her way toward the guarded gates of Imperial Heights. Imperial Heights was the residence of high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Norvania. Thus, its gates were heavily guarded to prevent outsiders from entering. Stepping beyond the gates, Suzanne was met with a chaotic scene that ignited a fiery rage within her, her fists clenching and trembling with intensity. Behind Betty, several relatives held up banners bearing the words: "Suzanne, Mom begs you for mercy for Dario and Samuel." Betty knelt before the banner, tears streaking her face, resembling a pitiable and fragile mother. Among the onlookers, at least two-thirds were reporters and media personnel, their cameras and phones at the ready. Seeing Betty, Suzanne's eyes reddened with discomfort, her tears glistening. Though she wasn't Betty's d
Betty's sobs grew even louder. At that moment, a reporter asked, "Ms. York, could you share why you aren't supporting your parents? And what are your thoughts on their decision to expose your past publicly?" Suzanne stepped back, composing herself before the array of media reporters. Her tone was steady as she spoke, "Well, I'll make this an opportunity to spread my message to the world. "Three years ago, I lost my memory. I can't recall who I am, but I am not Suzanne York. My life was orchestrated to fit into Suzanne's persona. "I know that once I make this matter public, I'll be in extreme danger, but I've had enough of this family's torment." Everyone present was stunned. The members of the York family exchanged bewildered glances. Betty stood up, her expression a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "My dear, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ignoring their protests, Suzanne gently touched her cheek, her words deliberate and sincere. "I have never undergone plastic s
Nathan wrapped his arm around Suzanne's waist, gently squeezing her hand as he murmured, "Chubs, I'll respect whatever decision you make." Suzanne nestled closer to seek solace in his warmth. "Aren't you angry that I didn't tell you earlier?" "You didn't feel ready to share with anyone, did you? You were simply overwhelmed in the moment." His empathy stirred a sense of comfort within Suzanne. "Yes," she confessed. Betty's pressure had been immense. The situation had been tumultuous, with accusations flying from all sides. Suzanne had blurted it out impulsively, driven by stress. "It's alright. I'm here now," Nathan reassured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Suzanne felt a wave of affection wash over her, filling her with a comforting sense of security in his presence. "Have you eaten anything?" Nathan inquired gently. Suzanne shook her head. "I don't have an appetite." "You should eat something," Nathan said. "I'm not hungry," she responded. Nathan lifted
The mention of wife left Cameron and Fenna in a state of disbelief, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and incredulity. Both of them wore a different expression as they cast a scrutinizing gaze upon Suzanne. It seemed as though they had stumbled upon an enigma. After recovering from his initial shock, Cameron's face lit up with a delighted smile. "You're Nathan's wife? When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed?" Suzanne couldn't help but notice the darkening of Fenna's complexion, her gaze growing intense and inscrutable as she fixed her eyes on Suzanne."We got our marriage certificate six months ago, but we didn't have a wedding ceremony," Suzanne explained. "That's unbelievable. Nathan couldn't have married without informing me! I'm his closest friend, his confidant!" Cameron exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. Suzanne promptly invited them inside, personally brewed coffee, and served some snacks. Suzanne could sense Fenna's somber mood, her silent deme
Fenna's words dripped with disdain. "I never imagined Nathan to create an image of profound romance yet treat marriage so casually." Cameron's brow furrowed with displeasure. "Fenna, what's gotten into you today? Why the sharp comments?" Suzanne felt a twinge of discomfort in her chest, bringing the conversation to a halt. She rose gracefully and uttered, "I'm sorry, I have something to attend to. I'll take my leave. Please, make yourselves at home." "Don't worry about us, Suzanne. We're quite familiar with this place. We come here often," Cameron reassured, rising and checking his watch. "I believe Nathan should be returning home soon." Just as his words fell, the sound of a car pulling up outside echoed through the room.Cameron turned toward the door. "Looks like Nathan's back." Fenna quickly rose and hastened toward the door. Suzanne stood motionless, a strange weight settled in her heart as she observed Fenna's departure. As Nathan entered, Fenna eagerly approached hi