Nathaniel finally understood that Rebecca had never intended to be with him. Her sole purpose in returning to the country was to get back together with Damon.He felt foolish for believing that his long-standing wish had finally come true after silently guarding her for years.As Nathaniel's gaze turned icy, Rebecca quickly grabbed his leg. "Nathaniel, no! Believe me, I really like you now. I acted that way because I couldn't let go of my resentment. I truly love you!"With a shattered leg, Rebecca couldn't stand, so she crawled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. But instead of appearing pitiable, she looked more disgusting—her current state was a far cry from the tearful beauty she once was.Filled with hatred, Nathaniel kicked her away. "Rebecca, the thing I regret most is loving you. Just looking at you now makes me sick!"The pain from her shattered leg was excruciating, making her face turn pale. Still, she looked up at Nathaniel, hoping he might soften his heart.
Rebecca's whole body froze in shock."Nathaniel… w-what did you say?" she asked.Nathaniel looked at her and replied slowly, "Didn't you just say you wanted to stay with me?"Panicked, Rebecca shook her head. "No… I don't want to go! Please, spare me, Nathaniel. I know I was wrong. Don't do this to me… I can't live like that!"Without legs, how could she live?Seeing her in such a state, Nathaniel felt only disgust. "How could you not live? Don't worry. I'll make sure you live well!"His grim expression sent a chill down Rebecca's spine."No! No! I want to leave! I want to leave!" she cried.She tried to crawl toward the door, pushing with her hands. Before she could get close, two black-clad bodyguards dragged her away."No! Nathaniel, please spare me! Please…" Rebecca pleaded.Her cries grew faint and eventually disappeared.Troy stood by, his head lowered, unable to meet Nathaniel's gaze. "Mr. Preston, I'm sorry.""Why did you listen to Rebecca?" Nathaniel questioned.F
"He wants to die. What does that have to do with you?" Damon interrupted.From Damon's cold, unfeeling eyes, Spencer could tell he wasn't joking.The driver trembled, afraid to move. After all, the person in front was Damon's nephew. If anything happened to Clark, even ten of him wouldn't be enough to make up for it.Damon glanced at the driver and said coldly, "If you're too scared to drive, get out."The driver felt a wave of relief and quickly exited the car.Damon took the wheel himself, starting the car and driving straight at Clark.Clark's eyes widened in terror as he sprinted to the side, but he was too close to the vehicle. One of his legs was struck, sending him flying and rolling several times on the ground before he came to a stop.In the passenger seat, Spencer paled with fear, clearly shaken. He hadn't expected Damon to act so recklessly—especially since it was his nephew!Damon got out of the car and walked over to where Clark lay on the ground, clutching his leg
Cyrus scolded, "Look at what he's done to Clark! If Clark hadn't been so lucky, he might have died by now! He has to come and apologize to Clark, or we'll call the police!"Richard glared at him. "Family matters shouldn't be aired out. If you dare to call the police, don't blame me for disowning you as my son!"Cyrus, breathing heavily with anger, pointed at Clark and said, "Dad, how can you be so biased? Damon is your son, but is Clark not your grandson? And Damon has already disowned you as his father, yet you're still trying to help him?!"Richard retorted, "Don't forget it was Damon who helped you when your company was on the brink of bankruptcy several times!""I'm his brother. That's what he should do!" Cyrus argued, his entitlement evident.The argument between Richard and Cyrus grew more heated, while Clark, lying in bed with a cast, stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.Not far from the window was a university.As the sun set, young couples walked hand in hand
"Clark, help me! It was you who told me to return to the country! You have to help me, or I'll tell Damon about this!" Rebecca threatened.To Clark, her threat seemed laughable. He remained silent, watching as she crawled toward him.The nurses who had initially planned to stop Rebecca hesitated upon seeing her familiarity with Clark. After all, he was a Sumner, and they didn't want to offend him.When Rebecca finally stopped at Clark's feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes, he asked, "Rebecca, how do you want me to help you?"Her face lit up with hope as she hurriedly replied, "Just get me out of the country. I'll never come back. If you help me, I'll never tell Damon you contacted me to return!"Clark smirked.Just as Rebecca thought he might agree, he said, "But he already knows about this."Her smile froze, and despair filled her eyes. "No… It's impossible… How could he know…"Clark turned to the nurses and coldly ordered, "Since she needs the amputation, take her to t
Rebecca gnashed her teeth. She didn't want to die and couldn't afford to. She needed to find a chance to get her revenge.Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Nathaniel slipped the prepared ring onto her finger, then slid his ring on and clasped their hands together.The reporters took a few obligatory shots before quickly leaving. After all, the bride and groom's expressions were so grim that the whole wedding felt eerie.Once the reporters were gone, Nathaniel immediately released Rebecca's hand.They exchanged glances filled with pure loathing as if they wished they could destroy each other."Nathaniel, I must have been cursed in my previous lives to end up with you! You're nothing but a useless waste, destined to be trampled under Damon's foot. Whatever he tells you to do, you follow like a dog!"As soon as she finished, Nathaniel seized her throat.In the next moment, his face loomed large in her vision. Though he was handsome, his expression was dark and menacing, looki
How ironic. Nathaniel once fantasized about the day he could marry Rebecca, but now that she was actually his wife, they both despised each other so much that they wished the other were dead.…Wren had kept the news of Nyla's cliff dive a secret for a month, but Harrison eventually found out.Overwhelmed by shock, he fainted and had to be revived multiple times over the next three days.Even after waking up, he couldn't come to terms with reality. He refused to eat or undergo treatment, clearly resigning himself to dying.Wren tried to persuade him but to no avail. In frustration, she threw the food into the trash and sat by his bed, crying. "Fine, don't eat then. I'll starve with you!"Harrison turned his back to her as if he hadn't heard.After a long silence, he finally spoke in a weary voice. "I have two bank cards in the bedside drawer. There's money in them that should be enough for you to live on—"Wren interrupted him angrily, "Why are you telling me this? If you want
An hour later, Gabriel stormed into the CEO's office at Prospectus Technology.A dozen security guards trailed behind, but none managed to stop him.He marched up to Damon's desk, slammed his fists down hard, and grabbed Damon by the collar, his eyes bloodshot with rage."Damon, you're responsible for Nyla's death, and you act like nothing happened? I won't let you get away with this!" Gabriel growled.Damon shrugged off his hands and stared at him coldly. "Get out."Gabriel sneered. "This matter isn't over! You'd better watch out!"With that, he turned and stormed out.Damon watched Gabriel's retreating figure with a blank expression.Spencer, trembling, stood by the office door. "Mr. Sumner… I'm sorry…""Get out," Damon replied simply.Given the force with which Gabriel had grabbed him, it was no surprise the security guards couldn't stop him.Spencer quickly exited the office, instructing the guards at the door to return to their posts.Since Nyla had fallen into the sea
Nyla looked at Valarie. "What do you mean, giving each other looks? Just eat. I made your favorite—spicy chicken."Valarie nodded. "Okay."As they ate, Damon glanced at Brandon. "When are you going back to the company?"It had been nearly a month since Brandon left the Sumner Group. If he stayed away much longer, the people he had trained might start siding with someone else.Brandon paused mid-bite, instinctively glancing at Valarie across the table. She didn't even look his way.After a brief silence, he lowered his gaze. "In a few days.""Alright." Damon didn't press the issue.Brandon was the CEO of the Sumner Group. Damon couldn't keep treating him like a subordinate.Halfway through the meal, Brandon's phone rang.Seeing Jayden's name on the screen, he frowned and ignored it. But the phone rang again. And again.After declining multiple calls, he realized the others at the table were all looking at him.He picked up the phone. "It might be urgent."Stepping aside, he
"I just wanted to see if you'd tell me the truth. Now I know—you don't trust me," Jayden said.Michelle cried, "Fine! I admit it. I sent Stefan after Valarie. I wanted him to ruin her relationship with Brandon! Go ahead and tell Brandon if you want! I don't care!"She stood, ready to leave.Before she reached the door, Jayden's voice echoed behind her."I won't tell Brandon," he said. "But I won't help you anymore, either. There's still time to stop this. You can walk away now."Michelle's footsteps faltered momentarily, but she didn't turn back. She had never regretted her choices—why would she stop now?As long as she could have Brandon in the end, she wouldn't give up.If Jayden refused to help, she'd just have to figure it out on her own.…That evening, as Valarie got off work, she received a call from Nyla."Valarie, come over for dinner tonight! Oh, and by the way, I sent you a thank-you gift last night. Make sure you accept it," Nyla said.Valarie had seen Nyla's mon
"Whether or not you're having me followed, who I choose to spend time with is my business. I hope you'll stop prying into my private life," Valarie said.Brandon grabbed her wrist, his voice low and firm. "Valarie, the month is almost up. Don't forget the promise you made."She pulled away. "There's still a week left. We'll talk when the time comes."With that, she turned and left.Brandon watched her go, frustration darkening his face.The anonymous photos he'd received that morning were still fresh in his mind, making his expression even stormier.Forcing himself to stay calm, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant. "Find out who sent those photos to my email this morning."After hanging up, his mood remained grim. It was time to give Stefan a warning.Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang again.His eyes flickered with annoyance at the unfamiliar number. Without hesitation, he rejected the call and blocked it.Ever since he'd cut off Michelle, she'd been
Valarie turned to the couch and saw Stefan sitting there, watching her with concern."You stayed here all night?" she asked, surprised."Yeah." He nodded. "You drank too much last night. I was worried about you, so I stayed to look after you.""That must've been exhausting," Valarie remarked.Stefan shook his head. "It wasn't. How do you feel now? I bought you breakfast and made you honey water this morning. If your head hurts, the honey water should help.""I'll wash my face first." Valarie got out of bed and went to the bathroom.While freshening up, she noticed several faint red marks on her neck and chest—suspiciously like hickeys. She frowned slightly.When she stepped out, Stefan was still on the couch, looking especially well-behaved.Valarie sat across from him, pointed at her neck, and asked bluntly, "Did you do this?"The moment the words left her mouth, Stefan's face turned bright red. He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze. "I... I couldn't help myself. But I swear
After placing Valarie on the couch, Stefan stepped out of the private room to answer the call.Michelle sneered. "Stefan, tomorrow is the deadline for your mother's medical bill, and you haven't made any progress."Looks like you really don't care about the money. Or… have you gotten close to Valarie and don't need it anymore?"What a pity. Valarie still doesn't know you have ulterior motives. Do you want me to help tell her?"Stefan lowered his head, his eyes dark with emotion. "I'll send the photos in a bit."He hung up without hesitation.Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he didn't return to the private room immediately. Instead, he leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. The swirling smoke obscured his features, making it impossible to read his expression.It felt like his entire life had been shrouded in darkness since birth. No matter how hard he fought, he could never break free.His phone buzzed with a new message from Michelle.Michelle: [Stefan, your mo
Nyla continued. "And Buddy?""Mr. Mason has already gone to bed," Lydia reported.Nyla nodded, then turned and made her way to the study.She gently pushed the door open and saw Damon fast asleep on the couch. Quietly, she stepped inside.The couch wasn't very big—perfect for her to nap on while reading. But for someone as tall as Damon, it looked rather cramped.As she moved closer, she noticed he hadn't even loosened his tie before falling asleep. A flicker of distress crossed her eyes. He must have been exhausted from all the wedding preparations.Carefully, she reached out, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Then she grabbed a blanket and draped it over him.After making sure he was comfortable, she left the room as quietly as she had entered.Since she wasn't sleepy yet, she decided to sit in the living room for a while.Just as she settled on the couch, Lydia approached with a shawl. "Mrs. Sumner, the temperature drops at night. Keep warm.
Nyla was momentarily stunned but reached out to accept the gift."Can I open it now?" she asked.Alexander nodded. "Of course."She lifted the lid and found a stunning ruby necklace inside, surrounded by diamonds that shimmered like a star-studded sky. It was breathtaking—impossible to look away from."It's beautiful. Thank you," she gasped."As long as you like it, that's all that matters. By the way, where's Buddy?" Alexander asked."He's probably in the main hall," Nyla answered.Alexander chuckled. "Alright. I'll go look for him."As soon as he left, Valarie let out a gasp of amazement. "Nyla, who was that guy? I just saw this necklace on the news a while ago. It was auctioned off for 20,000,000 dollars to a mysterious buyer! And now, I see it in real life—right here!"Nyla was taken aback. She hadn't expected the necklace to be that valuable.She examined it again. Aside from its beauty, it didn't seem all that special."Are you sure it's worth so much?" she asked.Val
Opening the food container, Nyla found it filled with all her favorite snacks. She couldn't help but smile."Valarie, you barely ate anything earlier. Want some?" she asked.Valarie glanced at the food, raised an eyebrow, and replied, "I'm already full—from all the PDA I've been force-fed today."Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was already 2:00 p.m.Valarie led Nyla out of the dressing room, where Harrison waited at the entrance, seated in his wheelchair.The moment Nyla saw him, her eyes welled with tears. "Dad."Harrison's voice thickened with emotion. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle."Nyla squeezed his hand as they descended the stairs together.At the entrance to the grand hall, Nyla held her bouquet with one hand and her father's hand with the other, her heart racing with anticipation.The doors swung open.Damon stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in a sharp white suit. His eyes locked onto Nyla's, filled with nothing but love and tenderness.E
At that moment, Nyla finally understood what Damon had meant by a "surprise."Her eyes welled with emotion as she turned to Valarie. "Where is he now?""I'm not sure, but he's probably still handling the wedding preparations. Try on the dress first and see if it fits!" Valarie said with a grin.Nyla blinked back her tears and nodded. "Okay."With Valarie's help, she slipped into the wedding dress.It fit her perfectly—just as she had imagined.Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a bit dazed.It had been so long since she'd last worn a wedding dress—so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.Beside her, Valarie admired the sight. "You look gorgeous! My best friend never disappoints. Oh, wait—there's still this!"Nyla turned to see Valarie holding a diamond-studded tiara. She couldn't help but smile."Let me put it on for you," Valarie offered."Okay."Valarie carefully adjusted the tiara on Nyla's head, making sure it sat just right."Perfect," sh