Noella’s POVAs the car pulled up in front of Uncle Martin's house, Darren looked at me with a confident smile. "Remember, Noella. Think carefully about my offer. You won't regret being with me."I nodded wordlessly, then opened the car door and got out. "Thank you, Darren. I'll think about it."He nodded and waved goodbye while I walked towards the door of the house with mixed feelings. I had to find a way to deal with all of this, to protect what Enrick had fought for. And even though Darren was trying to control everything, I wouldn't let him get what he wanted easily.As I entered, Uncle Martin stood in the living room with a sharp, disappointed look. "What are you doing, Noella?" His voice sounded heavy and full of emotion. "You're with another guy? Have your feelings changed in just a few days? And Enrick hasn't been gone that long."I felt my throat clogged with emotions. "Uncle, please listen to me," I pleaded tremblingly. "It's not what Uncle Martin thinks."Uncle Martin shoo
Darren's POVI stepped into the house I now controlled, stepping lightly and confidently. A faint smile was etched on my face as he walked down the grand hallways, savouring every detail of the luxury that would soon be mine. Once inside the living room, I sat on Enrick's expensive sofa with a swagger. I crossed my legs, then placed my hands on the back of the couch, feeling the power beginning to seep into me."This is living," I murmured happily, letting my gaze explore every corner of the room. Every piece of art, furniture, everything would soon be mine.Suddenly, footsteps could be heard approaching. I turned my head and saw my mom entering the room. Full of contentment and arrogance, my face instantly became more obedient and cautious. Moreover, I just realized that Emma was with my mother."Where have you been, Darren?" my mother asked in a cold tone, her gaze sharp.I quickly exited the couch, lowered my legs and stood up straight. "I... I've just been out for a while, Mum," I
Darren’s POVWhen Emma and I arrived at Mr. Anderson's party, a luxurious atmosphere immediately enveloped us. The party was big and festive, with sparkling crystal chandeliers, soft classical music, and elegantly dressed guests. However, although the party was impressive, I didn't feel uncomfortable. Being with Emma felt like carrying a heavy burden, like being chained. There was something about her presence that made me feel pressured and unfree.We walked into the main room, Emma by my side with a forced smile. Several guests soon approached us, greeting me in a friendly yet inquisitive manner."Good evening, Darren. You're Enrick's nephew, aren't you?" one of the guests, a middle-aged man in a neat suit, asked in a polite yet concerned tone.I nodded, trying to keep my facial expression neutral. "Yes, I'm his nephew," I replied calmly, though my heart felt a little heavy at the thought of my uncle."It's a pity he died prematurely," the man continued, his eyes implying sympathy. "
Noella’s POVI sat in a quiet little cafe, waiting for Calend's arrival. The aroma of coffee wafting through the air mixed with the rustling sounds of other patrons' conversations. The atmosphere was perfect for the serious discussion we were about to have. When the cafe door opened, I saw Calendar enter with steady steps, immediately approaching me."Sorry for the long wait, Miss," he said as he sat on the chair before me. "The traffic was a little heavy earlier.""Just call me Noella. No problem, Calendar. I just arrived, too," I replied with a smile. "Did you get an update on Enrick's car accident?"Calendar nodded, then took a folder from his bag and placed it on the table. "I've found some pretty suspicious things," he said thoughtfully. "The accident was unusual. There were two strong collisions, and the deceased victim couldn't give any further details. The absence of other witnesses and the missing CCTV footage complicate the investigation."I sighed. "It's more complicated th
Noella’s POVI stared at the two objects Calend gave me in confusion. "What are these?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.Calend smiled slightly, holding the first object. "This is a brooch used as a tracking device. It can also record important things such as videos, pictures, and sounds. "You must wear them at all times, no matter where you are."I nodded, realizing how important this tool was in our situation. "Alright, I'll put it on," I replied in a firm voice.Calend then handed me the second object, which I thought was an ordinary pen. When I was about to press it, his hand suddenly grabbed my wrist quickly. "Don't press it," he said in a serious tone.I looked at him in confusion, taking my hand off the pen. "Why?"Calend took a deep breath before explaining. "If you press it like that, you'll get electrocuted. It was a standgun. Although the shape is very small, it can temporarily paralyze an adult. You should use it wisely.""It's a very effective self-protection tool. But you sh
Noella’s POV"I heard you were thrown out of that mansion." Emma's face looked like she wanted to invite me to war.I clenched my hands in my coat pockets, trying to restrain myself. "Emma, what do you want?"Emma chuckled, her voice full of contempt. "A lowlife like you doesn't deserve to live in that Palace. What a pity, your beautiful dream has now been wiped out."I felt my blood boil at the taunt, but I knew I had to stay calm. "Don't you know, Emma?" I retorted in as quiet a voice as possible. "Darren came to see me and begged me to return to him. It seems he wants me so much because he promised to give me all his attention and love."Emma's jaw hardened at my words. I could see the anger beginning to simmer in her eyes. "No way," she hisses in disbelief. "Darren will never want you again."I smiled faintly, trying to take advantage of the situation. "The truth is, Emma, he does want me back. Maybe you're the one who doesn't know anything about his feelings."Emma snickered, loo
Enrick’s POVThat morning, I woke up with a sharp intake of breath. Cold sweat ran down my face, and my heart was racing. I tried to calm myself down, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a deep breath."I had another nightmare," I muttered to myself. "Why does that dream keep haunting me?"I looked around the simple room in the small house I was in. Rough wooden walls, a small table with some old furniture, and a window showed a view of the quiet village outside. I was in a small village, very far away from the scene of the accident, that almost took my life.Actually, I could have gone straight home if I'd found a phone to call someone I trusted to pick me up. However, in this remote village, communication facilities were minimal. There was no cell phone signal or even a pay phone in sight.I thought back to the incident. I was drifting down the river after a tragic car accident. The swift current of the river carried me far from the accident site until I lost consciousness. Wh
Enrick’s POVI sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the dark window. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, making time pass very slowly. I waited for John to return from the next village, where he could get better internet access. Hours had passed, and I was getting impatient to hear from him.Suddenly, the front door opened, and John entered with a slightly tired face. He removed his rain-soaked jacket and walked straight to the dining table, where I was waiting for him."Enrick, sorry I'm late. The rain made traveling more difficult than usual," he said as he sat before me.I nodded, trying to hide my anxiety. "It's okay, John. The important thing is that you're back. What did you find out?""I managed to get some important information that might be useful."I leaned forward, attentive. "What did you get?"John looked at me seriously, his face showing that he had more important news to deliver. "Regarding the Noble family, as you requested, it is said that the family's heir, t
Noella’s POVAfter a beautiful wedding, Enrick and I embarked on our honeymoon to Paris, France, a city known for its romance. I felt very excited as the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. This was the beginning of a new adventure for both of us.We arrived at a luxurious hotel located near the Eiffel Tower. From the balcony of our room, the view of the majestic Eiffel Tower was mesmerizing. "Look at that, Enrick. It's beautiful," I said, holding his hand tightly."Do you like it?""Very much. I like it a lot, Enrick," I replied happily.After a short rest, we decided to walk around the city. We visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed to the top. The view of Paris from the top was amazing. We took pictures and enjoyed every moment. "This is amazing, Enrick. I've never felt so happy," I said, smiling at him.After enjoying the view, we decided to try some French cuisine. We had lunch at a small restaurant famous for its traditional cuisine. I ordered escargot, and Enrick tried coq
Noella’s POVThe atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.My heart was pounding, and I felt agitated. I stared at the mirror, trying to calm myself down by taking a deep breath. Uncle Martin walked into the dressing room with a big smile. "Noella, you look so beautiful," he said lovingly. I smiled nervously, feeling a little relieved by his praise.Uncle Martin came over and held my hand gently. "Don't be nervous, Noella. Everything will go well. You'll make Enrick and your mother very proud."I nodded slowly, trying to absorb the calmness of hi
Chapter 140Noella’s POVAfter enjoying a delicious dinner, we moved to the living room. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, with soft lamplight shining. The aroma of warm tea and the prepared snacks spread out, creating a truly relaxing atmosphere. We sat on the sofa, enjoying each other's company and making small talk.With his friendly smile, Uncle Martin took a photo album from the shelf and brought it to the table. "I have something to show you," he said, turning to the first page. The album was full of pictures of my childhood, from when I was a baby to when I grew up. Each photo brought back sweet memories of our time together."This is Noella when she was just starting to learn to walk," Uncle Martin said as he showed me the photo where I looked cute with chubby cheeks and wobbly little steps. Mama Isabella smiled at the photo, her eyes twinkling."You've been active since you were little, huh," Mama Isabella said jokingly.Uncle Martin continued to tell me stories, describing f
Noella's POV"We can make vegetable soup with this meat," I said while chopping vegetables. "A soup that's warm and full of love."Uncle Martin smiled, his spirits beginning to rise. "That's a good idea, Noella. I'll prepare the pot and start cutting the meat."We worked together in the kitchen, the atmosphere full of togetherness and joy. I felt the warmth of Uncle Martin's home, a warmth that made every meal special. We cooked with gusto, sharing tasks and stories."This dish reminds me of my childhood," Uncle Martin said as he stirred the soup pot. "Back then, your foster mother and I used to cook together, just like today."I smiled and added some spices to the pot. "Cooking together like this always makes me feel happy, Uncle."After a while, our vegetable soup began to boil, and a delicious aroma filled the kitchen. I checked the taste of the soup and added a little salt to my cooking. "It seems to have the right flavor, Uncle." "This will be the perfect dish to welcome your ma
Noella's POVI grasped Uncle Martin's hand tighter and looked into his eyes earnestly. "Uncle, I will never leave you, no matter what. So, will you stay with me at my mama's house?"Uncle Martin shook his head slowly, his face filled with doubt. "I'm not sure, Noella. I don't think I deserve to live in a rich man's house. My place is here, in this simple house."I looked at him warmly and reassuringly. "Uncle, you're like my own father. You've taken such good care of me all these years. I want you to come with me, to be part of my family."He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right, Noella. Suppose that's what you want. But I'm worried that this house we live in now will fall into disrepair if it's not lived in. Who will take care of it?"I smiled and grasped his hand tighter. "That's a small matter, Uncle. I'll make sure this house is maintained. You don't have to worry. this tonight, I will visit your house to thank you."Uncle Martin looked at me with eyes
Noella’s POVI visited Uncle Martin in his modest but always warm home. We sat across from each other in the memorable living room. I warmly clasped his hand, feeling his skin's rough texture from years of hard work. Uncle Martin looked at me with affectionate eyes, slightly confused by the seriousness on my face."Uncle, you know that I love you very much," I said in a slightly trembling voice."Of course, I know that, Noella. You always do everything for me. You always remember celebrating important moments in Uncle's life, like birthdays and other special days. You often prepare little surprises or cook Uncle's favourite foods to show your affection for me. I always feel that you are the greatest gift in my life. But why are you asking me that?" asked Uncle Martin, curious and confused.I took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Uncle, I consider you like my parents. Just like my adoptive parents, too."There was a frown of concern on Uncle Martin's forehead.
Noella's POVA few days passed, and today, Enrick took me to the most famous diamond dealer in town. When we entered the luxurious store, the atmosphere of elegance was immediate. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the red carpet that greeted our steps made me feel like I had entered another world of luxury.Several waiters in neat and formal uniforms immediately greeted us with warm smiles. Before long, the shop owner, an elegant and friendly man, came to greet us. "Welcome to our shop. We are honored to serve you," he said with a smile. "You two look very good together."I felt awkward at his compliment, but Enrick smiled and thanked me. "We are looking for wedding rings. So show us the best ring you have," Enrick said firmly.The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, sir. Please take a seat. We'll show you our best collection shortly." He signaled to the waiters, who immediately rushed to prepare some rings.We sat on a comfortable sofa while the servant
Noella's POV Enrick and Mama Isabella gathered in Mama's dining room when lunchtime came. The dining table in front of us was full of various appetizing, luxurious-looking, and diverse dishes that could only be found in the homes of the rich. There were main courses such as beef tenderloin with truffle sauce, elegantly presented lobster thermidor, and roast chicken seasoned with exotic spices. On the other side of the table are platters of fresh salads with a mix of organic vegetables, premium cheeses, and homemade dressings. Not to forget the crispy and soft artisan bread served with smooth and fragrant butter. For dessert, there are melt-in-your-mouth chocolate soufflés, rich tiramisu, and neatly cut fresh fruits. We ate our lunch quietly, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. However, it was suddenly shattered when Mama asked Enrick abruptly, "Enrick, so when are you going to marry my daughter? Do you love her? Or are your feelings not serious with her?" I was stunned to h
Noella’s POVIsabella took a deep breath before continuing as if gathering strength to convey something very important. Her usually stern face now looked soft, filled with deep affection. "I know that Uncle Martin is a very good man. I also know that your life is hard out there. You were often insulted and belittled by arrogant people like Darren and Emma. They who never liked you," she said in a tone of concern.I nodded slowly, recalling all the bitter experiences I'd had. "So, if someday mom leaves this world, all the assets that mom has will belong to you. You're my only heir," she continued firmly, but her voice was still full of tenderness. "My wealth is par with Stuart's, if not a little richer. Mama even recently purchased the assets of an island in your name to celebrate your return home."I looked at her with teary eyes, finding it hard to accept everything she said. "Mama," I said, holding back my eyes from watering. Isabella grasped my hand tightly, giving me strength thr