The thought barely surfaced before Andrew shut it down.Impossible.Lena had been obsessed with him. The idea of her moving on? Unthinkable.She was playing hard to get. Had to be.A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Whatever tricks she pulled, he wouldn't fall for them. Nicole was—and always would be—the only woman he loved.Shoving aside all distractions, he turned to Nicole. With steady conviction, he spoke each word clearly."Nicole Jenner, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, I promise to stand by you. To love you, to be faithful to you, and to spend the rest of my life with you."Nicole's eyes welled up. Overcome with emotion, she kissed him, deep and devoted.The wedding went off without a hitch.No dramatic interruptions.No last-minute disasters.Nicole stayed perfectly fine the whole time.Andrew even earned praise from friends—apparently, he'd never looked more focused or in love.But only he knew the truth.He hadn't been focused at all.All day, an
Kenny hesitated, then nodded and turned to leave—only to nearly crash into Nicole, who stood at the doorway."Mrs. Rohan."His greeting snapped Andrew's attention toward her.Andrew's expression shifted. He grabbed a blanket from the chair and strode over."Why are you up? Are you cold? Is the baby giving you trouble?"He draped the blanket over her shoulders, taking her hands in his to warm them.Nicole smiled faintly, but her voice held a trace of worry. "I couldn't sleep without you, so I came to check on you. I overheard... Lena really left the country? Is it because of me?"Her eyes reddened as she lowered her head, guilt washing over her face.Andrew pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head."Of course not. She's just being childish. Don't worry about her."But Nicole still looked uneasy. She clutched his shirt, gazing up at him."But the Clermonts entrusted her to you. What if something happens to her?"Andrew ran a thumb over her damp lashes, his voi
At the very top lay a note. Bold, oversized letters burned into his vision—[Evidence of Nicole Jenner's Crimes]The world went silent.Andrew's hands shook as he pulled out each item, one by one.The deeper he dug, the darker his expression became.***Rohan estate.Nicole, dozing in the warm sunlight, jolted awake at the sharp ring of her phone.She frowned, barely cracking her eyes open, and answered without checking the caller ID."Who is this?"A venomous voice sneered back. "What, now that you're Mrs. Rohan, you've forgotten me?"Nicole's grip tightened. She let out a cold laugh. "Forget you? Please. You're the worst hitman I've ever hired. I paid a fortune, and you still screwed it up. If I were you, I'd have offed myself out of shame."As she argued, a dark silhouette loomed behind the glass doors.Outside, freshly bloomed roses did nothing to soften the storm brewing in Andrew's eyes.The second Nicole ended the call, the doors swung open.A piercing scream tore
Lena had no clue about any of it.Right now, her biggest problem? Picking a dress.Benjamin had already arranged her engagement, but she hadn't even met her fiancé yet. Since arriving in Engloria, she had been too weak to do much of anything. Her fiancé had sent gifts, had people check in on her, but this was the first time they'd actually meet.She'd seen his photo—handsome, sure. But personality? Total mystery.Which meant this first impression had to be perfect.She settled on a sleeveless, halter-neck A-line dress, soft pastel pink, just brushing her knees. Elegant, safe. Her waist-length hair was pinned up with a simple jade hairpin.Stepping through the grand doors, she spotted him immediately.Standing by the castle's floor-to-ceiling windows, Vernon Chopard rose to greet her.If Andrew was ice, Vernon was spring.She hadn't believed Benjamin at first—how could a man like Vernon actually dote on his wife? Especially in a family like the Chopard clan?Before the date, s
That night, no one in the Rohan or Jenner families slept.The Jenners were scrambling for damage control—because in their world, no rich family's hands were clean. Nicole's mom had dealt with mistresses before, so to her, Nicole's crimes were just... excessive possessiveness.Besides, Nicole had already paid the price. She lost her unborn child, and thanks to Andrew's brutal kick, she might never have kids again.But the Rohans weren't budging—Andrew had to divorce her. They'd never let a murderer stay Mrs. Rohan.As the families argued, the police stormed in and arrested Nicole right in front of everyone.By morning, the Rohan family was all over the news. The picture-perfect newlyweds? One was in prison. The other was in the hospital.Both families were in chaos, but Andrew couldn't care less. He just wanted to find Lena. Apologize.But no matter how hard he searched, she was gone.Every lead? A dead end. Every person he sent? Same answer—nothing.Once a powerhouse in the bu
Andrew didn't have time to unpack that strange feeling.He was already on his way to Engloria, straight to the Clermont estate.He had to see Lena.He needed to apologize—to tell her everything had been his fault. To beg for her forgiveness.But after two weeks in Engloria? He hadn't even made it past the Clermonts' gates.The staff looked at him like he was their worst enemy.And honestly? He got it.With no other choice, he waited.And today—finally—he saw her.His pulse kicked up. He shoved the car door open, Lena's name already on his tongue—But then he stopped cold.Because Lena wasn't alone.A man stepped out beside her. And before Andrew could even process it, the guy pulled her into his arms, effortlessly, like he belonged there.Thud!The gift in Andrew's hand hit the ground.A nameless fury roared to life inside him."Lena Clermont!"In the distance, Lena froze.That voice.A shudder crawled down her spine, fear seeping into her bones, cold and paralyzing.
Seeing Lena and Vernon so in sync, Benjamin felt completely at ease.After dinner, he and Vernon headed to the study.Vernon didn't come out until half an hour later. He said goodbye and headed for the door.Lena shot up to walk him out.It was their first meeting, but she already didn't want him to leave. She hesitated, unsure—what if she came off too eager?Vernon caught the look in her eyes.He chuckled, pulled her in, and rubbed her hand lightly. "See you tomorrow."Lena's eyes lit up. She glanced up, surprised.His smile deepened. He hugged her again before stepping into his car.Only when the car vanished beyond the gates did she finally turn back toward the villa, still reluctant to let go.Outside the estate, Vernon spotted a Maybach lurking in the shadows.The dark-tinted windows hid whoever was inside, but he didn't care. He idly twisted the watch on his wrist."Some people really need to get a life."***Over the next month, Lena and Vernon got serious fast. Me
The truth was, he'd fallen for Lena a long time ago.When she told him—one last time—that she didn't love him.When she vanished without a trace.When he searched her room and found every love letter, every portrait she'd ever given him, gone.When he tracked her to Engloria and saw her with another man.And when she finally got engaged.Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he'd fallen for the girl who had always chased after him.And like an idiot, he'd buried those feelings, convinced himself they were something else. Suppressed them, over and over—only for them to claw their way back, stronger each time.Now, they hit all at once, sharp and merciless.His chest tightened like a vice, the pain unbearable. For a split second, he wanted to storm inside, grab her hand, tell her— I love you.Admit that everything had been his fault.Beg for a second chance.But his feet wouldn't move.Snow piled onto his shoulders, but nothing was colder than the ice spreading
Years of malnutrition had turned Nicole into a ghost of her former self—once radiant, now just skin and bones.Coreene had only slapped her once, yet she crumpled to the floor, too weak to stand.But even that felt too merciful.Thinking of her son lying in a coma because of this woman, Coreene snapped. She grabbed Nicole by the collar and slapped her again. And again.If the guards hadn't rushed in, Nicole might not have made it through the day.Even as they held her back, Coreene kept cursing."You wretch! Why wasn't it you in that accident?! Why aren't you the one in a coma?!"Nicole almost laughed.Once upon a time, when Andrew had loved her, Coreene had, too—treating her like a daughter, calling her sweet names.Now that he despised her? That love had rotted into hatred.Now, 'wretch' was all she'd ever be.Only when Coreene finally sat down for tea did Nicole speak, her voice raw but laced with bitterness. "I'm a wretch? And your son isn't?"He claimed to love me, but
Andrew remembered—back when Lena still loved him, she used to dream about their future kids.If they had a daughter, she'd spoil her like a princess, making sure she was the happiest little girl alive.If they had a son, she'd raise him to be just as sharp and capable as Andrew.Her eyes used to light up when she talked about it, sketching picture after picture of what their kids might look like.And what had he done? He'd torn those drawings to shreds and tossed them into the fire.Coldly, he'd told her he could have kids with anyone—but never with her. Told her to stop chasing dreams that would never come true.Now, a bitter smile tugged at his lips.Back then, she was the one clinging to his arm, dreaming about forever.Now, the one wishing for that future... was him.A knock at the door pulled him back."Sir, the car is ready."Andrew grabbed the gift off his desk and walked out.On the way to the airport, he leaned back against the seat, eyes shut, running through what
Andrew didn't dodge fast enough. Vernon's punch sent him sprawling.For the first time, Vernon completely lost it, landing blow after blow. If the butler hadn't rushed in, Andrew might've been beaten to death right there.Vernon barely noticed the blood on his own hands. He just stood there, ice-cold, staring down at the broken man beneath him."How much do you hate Lena that you keep trying to destroy her? Do you even get how many people were watching tonight? How many saw your pathetic little stunt? What do you think they'll say about her now? Or do you want the whole world to rip her apart?""No, I didn't—"Andrew tried to push himself up, but the second he opened his mouth, he coughed up blood.Vernon's foot slammed into his chest."Didn't what, Andrew Rohan? Let me spell it out for you—if Lena still gave a damn about you, you'd be dead the second you set foot in Engloria."Andrew hit the ground again, too wrecked to move.Vernon towered over him, his voice like a blade. "
Vernon wasn't taking chances this time. After the last incident, security was airtight—guards at every entrance, no way Andrew was crashing Lena's birthday party.Except... he never showed.When the butler reported it, Vernon's eyes flickered, but that uneasy feeling? Still there. Just in case, he kept security on high alert.Lena's birthday was straight-up legendary.Vernon went all out—her name lit up on every billboard in Engloria, fireworks blasting the second she blew out her candles. The castle? Drenched in her favorite flowers, sparkling like a dream.Gifts piled up like a mini mountain, almost as tall as the custom castle cake Vernon had designed. But the real showstopper? Lena wearing the Cœur d'Amour Éternel, a $10 million auction piece Vernon had locked down just for her.They stood together, blowing out the candles. The second the flames vanished, fireworks exploded outside, lighting up the sky.The display lasted until the banquet wrapped up.As guests trickled out
The servant handled the gifts without question.Andrew didn't react when they were returned—he just sent more.At first, Vernon figured they'd only be delivered to the Chopard estate. But then Andrew brought them straight to the banquet.The event, hosted by an old friend of the Chopards, marked Lena's first formal appearance as Mrs. Chopard.Her crimson gown matched Vernon's red pocket square. A twenty-five-carat ruby—his birthday gift to her—sparkled on her ring finger, drawing envious stares.From the second she walked in, arm-in-arm with Vernon, she owned the room.And, of course—She caught his eye.Andrew watched from the corner, bitterness flickering across his face.It had been so long since he'd seen Lena smile. She used to be full of laughter, her joy infectious enough to lift even his darkest moods.But after he pushed her aside for Nicole? She'd only ever looked at him with caution.His grip tightened around the gift box in his hands, nearly crushing it.As one
The blizzard knocked Andrew out with a raging fever, dragging him back into unconsciousness.Even delirious, he kept calling Lena's name.Kenny couldn't take it. He pulled every string, hoping to get Lena to visit. But all he got in return was a voice recorder, delivered by one of Vernon's men.The hospital room was dead silent. Andrew sat there, staring at the recorder for what felt like forever before finally hitting play.A burst of static. Then Lena's voice filled the air—light, almost mocking. "If Nicole hadn't been exposed, I would've never had his apology."People are always like this—seeing the truth too late, realizing regret only after losing everything."But I don't need his guilt. I don't want to let him drag me back into the past. Nothing good would come of it—just more pain, more regret."No more contact, no more meetings. That's the only ending that made sense."Andrew played it again. And again.Desperation clawed at him. Maybe it wasn't real. Maybe it was a tr
The truth was, he'd fallen for Lena a long time ago.When she told him—one last time—that she didn't love him.When she vanished without a trace.When he searched her room and found every love letter, every portrait she'd ever given him, gone.When he tracked her to Engloria and saw her with another man.And when she finally got engaged.Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, he'd fallen for the girl who had always chased after him.And like an idiot, he'd buried those feelings, convinced himself they were something else. Suppressed them, over and over—only for them to claw their way back, stronger each time.Now, they hit all at once, sharp and merciless.His chest tightened like a vice, the pain unbearable. For a split second, he wanted to storm inside, grab her hand, tell her— I love you.Admit that everything had been his fault.Beg for a second chance.But his feet wouldn't move.Snow piled onto his shoulders, but nothing was colder than the ice spreading
Seeing Lena and Vernon so in sync, Benjamin felt completely at ease.After dinner, he and Vernon headed to the study.Vernon didn't come out until half an hour later. He said goodbye and headed for the door.Lena shot up to walk him out.It was their first meeting, but she already didn't want him to leave. She hesitated, unsure—what if she came off too eager?Vernon caught the look in her eyes.He chuckled, pulled her in, and rubbed her hand lightly. "See you tomorrow."Lena's eyes lit up. She glanced up, surprised.His smile deepened. He hugged her again before stepping into his car.Only when the car vanished beyond the gates did she finally turn back toward the villa, still reluctant to let go.Outside the estate, Vernon spotted a Maybach lurking in the shadows.The dark-tinted windows hid whoever was inside, but he didn't care. He idly twisted the watch on his wrist."Some people really need to get a life."***Over the next month, Lena and Vernon got serious fast. Me
Andrew didn't have time to unpack that strange feeling.He was already on his way to Engloria, straight to the Clermont estate.He had to see Lena.He needed to apologize—to tell her everything had been his fault. To beg for her forgiveness.But after two weeks in Engloria? He hadn't even made it past the Clermonts' gates.The staff looked at him like he was their worst enemy.And honestly? He got it.With no other choice, he waited.And today—finally—he saw her.His pulse kicked up. He shoved the car door open, Lena's name already on his tongue—But then he stopped cold.Because Lena wasn't alone.A man stepped out beside her. And before Andrew could even process it, the guy pulled her into his arms, effortlessly, like he belonged there.Thud!The gift in Andrew's hand hit the ground.A nameless fury roared to life inside him."Lena Clermont!"In the distance, Lena froze.That voice.A shudder crawled down her spine, fear seeping into her bones, cold and paralyzing.