Nyla lowered her gaze, complicated emotions crossing her eyes. The better Oliver was to her, the guiltier she felt. After all, she didn't reciprocate his feelings in the same way. Sometimes, she felt quite bad for him. "Oliver, you don't have to be so good to me… It puts pressure on me," she said honestly. Oliver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a hint of wryness in his eyes. "Nyla, you can't actually develop feelings for me beyond friendship, can you?" Nyla was silent for a few seconds before slowly replying, "I don't know… But I think I could. Just give me a little more time." The car fell silent until they reached her building. Neither spoke. Once Oliver parked, he turned to face Nyla instead of getting out of the car. "Nyla, feelings can't be rushed. You don't have to force yourself. If one day you realize you can't like me, just tell me. I'd rather you be free and happy than feel pressured to stay with me because of what I've done over these five years," he
Valarie suggested, "Now close your eyes and think about it. If he were to kiss you, would you resist?"Nyla imagined it and realized she didn't feel like resisting. If she had to say she was looking forward to it, that didn't seem to be the case either.She honestly shared her feelings with Valarie, who couldn't help but feel sympathy for Oliver. After chasing her for five years, Nyla still didn't seem to have any feelings for him."Okay, now imagine if it were Damon who wanted to kiss you," Valarie suggested again."Absolutely not," Nyla answered without hesitation, her tone laced with disdain.She had never considered the possibility of getting back together with Damon.The past hurt was real, and five years had passed between them. There was no way they could return to how things used to be."Why do you sound so certain?" Valarie asked.Nyla pressed her lips together. "Because I'm sure I don't want anything to do with him."Valarie sighed and slowly said, "Nyla, not wanting
Seeing Valarie start to drink the smoothie, Phoebe smiled kindly. "How was today's auction? Did you find any jewelry you liked?"Valarie nodded. "I did! Oh, I even bought a set for you! I'll get it for you!"Phoebe stopped her. "No need to do that now. You can give it to me tomorrow. Just focus on drinking the smoothie first. I came over tonight because I wanted to talk to you about something.""What is it?" Valarie asked."About tomorrow's blind date. Remember to dress modestly. The Comstocks are quite traditional and don't like women who are too flashy," Phoebe reminded her.Valarie paused, frowning at her mother. "Mom, even if I can put on an act for tomorrow, I can't pretend forever. I think it's better to show my true self during a blind date."Besides, she wasn't a product that needed to be dressed up to meet someone else's expectations."Valarie, I know you don't want to go on this blind date... but our family isn't what it used to be. You're getting older, and it's no lo
Nathaniel was enraged, veins pulsing on his forehead. He clenched his fist and struck Rebecca hard.Despite the intense pain coursing through her body, Rebecca didn't scream or beg for mercy like before. Instead, she burst into laughter.She laughed at how she and Nathaniel were like two pitiful creatures, harming and despising each other yet unable to leave one another.At first, she planned to live this pathetic life, but that changed when she saw that Nyla was still alive. Even if she were to die, she wanted to drag those who had hurt her down to hell with her!…The next morning, after Nyla woke up and washed up, she began making breakfast for Mason.By 7:30 a.m., Mason was awake. Once he brushed his teeth and got dressed, he walked out of his bedroom.Seeing Nyla bringing breakfast to the table, he cheerfully called out, "Mommy, good morning! What's for breakfast? It smells so good!""I made bacon and eggs, as well as some pancakes and waffles," Nyla replied."I love panc
There was a brief silence on the other end before Damon's voice came through, sounding a bit heavy. "Since Buddy agrees, I have no objections."With that, he hung up.In the study, Damon set down his phone, his expression darkening.He was supposed to be taking Mason to the zoo with Nyla as a family of three, and he didn't understand why Oliver had to tag along.Frowning in thought for a moment, he called Spencer."Is the Raynor Group too idle lately? Find something for Oliver to do. Ideally, he should be back in Capitarnia these days and too busy to be in Saintornia," he instructed.Spencer was taken aback. "Mr. Sumner, did Mr. Raynor offend you?""Just do as I say! Why are you talking so much?" Damon snapped.Spencer replied, "Alright, I understand."After hearing the busy tone, Spencer set down his phone and looked at Luca, who was standing in front of him.He instructed, "Take this document to the Sumner Group and give it to Mr. Brandon."Luca happily took the document.
Valarie raised an eyebrow, about to speak when her gaze suddenly fell on someone not far ahead.A hint of surprise flickered in her eyes. She hadn't expected to run into Brandon at a blind date.Their eyes met briefly, but Brandon quickly averted his gaze and acted as if he hadn't seen her. He turned to leave.Valarie's expression remained unchanged as she redirected her focus to Benjamin across from her, who was still nitpicking everything."Mr. Comstock, I think we're not a good match. Let's end this here. Goodbye," Valarie said as she stood up to leave.Benjamin blocked her way, saying with a hint of condescension, "Ms. Weir, I believe that, aside from your spending habits, everything else about you is still tolerable."After all, Valarie was beautiful and fit his idea of innocence, so he felt generally satisfied with her. If she could just listen to him a bit more after they started dating, spending money on her wouldn't be an issue.Valarie smiled. "Mr. Comstock, I can't ch
That evening, Brandon and Damon sat together in a private room at a high-end bar in Saintornia. They silently poured drinks into their glasses, both wearing grim expressions that radiated an aura discouraging any approach.Eventually, Brandon couldn't hold back and looked at Damon."Uncle Damon, was your pursuit of Aunt Nyla this difficult?" he asked.The memory of Valarie's rejection, followed by her date with a loser, frustrated Brandon. Did she really think so little of him?Damon glanced at Brandon but didn't respond. He was too preoccupied with the upcoming Saturday trip to the zoo with Oliver to take on the role of emotional mentor for Brandon.It seemed that Brandon didn't expect an answer anyway. He took another gulp and angrily stated, "Whatever, it doesn't matter to me anymore. There are plenty of women in the world. I'm not going to be hung up on her!"I've pursued her for five years, and now she's missed out. She's the one who should regret it, not me!"I'm so angry!
"Shut up!" Damon snapped.He couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Brandon's phone to call Valarie.When the call connected, he reported the bar and private room before hanging up and leaving. He couldn't stay any longer—Brandon was driving him crazy.…On the other end, Valarie hadn't even had a chance to speak before the call ended. She tried calling back several times, but no one picked up.Biting her lip, she contemplated whether to go over.Finally, after five minutes, she changed her clothes and headed out.Just as she opened the door, she spotted Phoebe, who was about to knock while holding a glass of acai smoothie.Seeing that Valarie wasn't in her pajamas, Phoebe looked puzzled. "Valarie, it's so late. Are you going out?""Yeah," Valarie replied, her expression slightly unnatural. "Nyla said she needed to see me about something."Phoebe frowned and asked, "What's so urgent that you have to go out at this hour? Can't it wait until tomorrow?""I don't know, Mom. Stop a
Valarie froze, staring in disbelief. "You think I don't see us as equals? If that were true, I wouldn't have come here to apologize. I'd be waiting for you to apologize to me instead!"She had rushed over right after work to make things right, only to be met with suspicion. The injustice of it stung."If you really understood you were wrong, you'd accept that my feelings don't just vanish the moment you say 'sorry.' I'm human, not a machine. Your apology doesn't erase everything," Brandon retorted."When I met Michelle before—without you knowing, but with others around—you wanted to break up. Now you've secretly met Stefan and even went to see him after knowing he kidnapped you. What do you take me for? How important is he to you?"Valarie stepped back at the anger in his voice. "So what now? You won't accept my apology, and you want to break up?"Brandon took a deep breath, his gaze lowering. "Let's take a few days to cool off. No contact for now."Valarie nodded. "Fine. Whateve
Valarie sighed. "Fine. I'll think of something...""Good. I have to be up early tomorrow, so I'll talk to you later. Goodnight," Nyla said.After hanging up, Valarie stared at her phone for a while before opening her chat with Brandon. She started typing but couldn't bring herself to send anything.Forget it. He was still mad. She'd deal with it tomorrow.Setting her phone down, she got up to take a shower.…When Valarie woke up the next morning, the first thing she did was check her phone.Nothing. Not a single message.Brandon would always text her "good morning" first thing every day.But today? Silence.He was probably still mad.Pushing aside her disappointment, she got up, showered, dressed, and headed to work.She had meant to apologize last night, but for some reason, it felt even harder today.The entire day, she found herself distracted. Every time her phone buzzed, she snatched it up, hoping it was Brandon—only to feel disappointed when it wasn't.By the end o
"If you really didn't want any misunderstandings between us, you wouldn't have met him today, especially behind my back," Brandon said coldly.Seeing the anger in his eyes, Valarie nodded. "I admit I should've told you. But he invited me to dinner to thank me for covering his mother's medical bills. He even suggested I bring you along, but you were out of town for work, so I didn't mention it."Brandon let out a sharp laugh. "Was it because I was away, or did you never plan to tell me in the first place?"Valarie frowned. "Do you have to twist my words like that? You were on a business trip. If I told you, you'd just overthink it. That's why I kept quiet.""So I should be grateful you were looking out for me, is that it?" Brandon shot back."If you're going to keep talking to me like this, there's no point in continuing this conversation. Ron, stop at the next intersection. I'll take a cab home," Valarie said.Ron Gibson, the driver, hesitated and glanced at Brandon. "Mr. Sumner…
"It's true, Ms. Weir. Let's proceed with your statement first," the police officer said.Valarie had little to say. She had passed out so quickly that she couldn't remember anything afterward. The police officers only asked about her meeting with Stefan.During the questioning, Valarie learned the truth—Stefan had invited her out with the intent to kidnap her, and he had gone through with it.Once they finished, the police officer said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Weir. You're free to go now. Please stay home and wait for further updates."Valarie nodded. "Alright, thank you."As she stepped out of the interrogation room, Brandon was waiting. "Valarie, let's go home."She turned to him. "Brandon, I want to see Stefan."She needed to understand why he had kidnapped her and why he had called the police afterward.Brandon frowned. "You should already know that he and Michelle are half-siblings. He approached you with an agenda from the start. What's the point of seeing hi
Just as the bodyguard was only a few steps away from Stefan, he let out a cold laugh. "Take one more step, and I'll slit her throat right now."The bodyguard froze, hesitating.Michelle's sharp voice echoed. "Don't come any closer! Get away!"She had just felt the blade press harder against her neck.Stefan was a lunatic—he'd actually do it!The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became.Right then, the distant wail of police sirens cut through the night, growing louder as they approached.A flicker of relief flashed in Michelle's eyes. Her bodyguards must have secretly called the police.She was safe!Within moments, five police cars pulled up, surrounding them as a dozen police officers stepped out.Seeing the police, Stefan lowered the knife.Michelle seized the moment and bolted toward the police officers. "Officers, arrest him! He held me at knifepoint! He was going to kill me!"She was still catching her breath when one of the police officers turned to
Stefan let out a cold laugh. "Cover the expenses? Or use my mom as leverage to control me? You already know the answer."Michelle chuckled. "If you don't appreciate my kindness, fine. Transfer her wherever you want. But don't expect a single cent from the Snowdens.""Oh, you'll pay," Stefan said."What?" Michelle frowned, about to speak, when she suddenly felt a blade press against her neck.Her expression shifted instantly. "Stefan, are you insane? One phone call, and your mom will be dead in minutes!"Stefan nodded and smiled. "I believe you. But I just realized something... The Snowdens only have one successor—you. If you die, who do you think will inherit everything?""You're dreaming! If you dare lay a hand on me, my dad will make sure you suffer!" Michelle shouted."That's not your concern," Stefan said.Upon seeing the cold intent in his eyes, a wave of fear finally surged through Michelle.She forced herself to stay calm and locked eyes with him. "What do you want? You
"I'm not doing anything special. What's up? Aren't you supposed to be in a business meeting? How do you have time to call me?" Valarie asked.Brandon replied, "It's all taken care of. My flight is tonight. Want to meet up?"Valarie raised an eyebrow. "What time will you be back in Saintornia?""A little after 11:00 p.m.," Brandon answered.Valarie shook her head. "That's too late. You've been on a business trip for almost a week. You should just go home and rest."Brandon chuckled. "But I really want to see you. How about this? I'll have my driver stop by your place. We can see each other briefly, and then I'll head home. Sound good?"Valarie considered it. His route home would pass by her neighborhood anyway. "Alright. Just call me when you're close. I'm about to have dinner, so I'll talk to you later. Bye.""Okay," Brandon replied.After hanging up, Valarie entered the restaurant.Stefan had reserved a private dining room, and by the time she arrived, he was already inside.
Michelle hung up after delivering her threat.Stefan stood frozen, his body tense with despair.No matter what he did, it seemed he could never truly escape the Snowdens.If it weren't for them, he wouldn't be able to pay for his mother's treatment. Yet, they were the people he hated most. He despised them.He also despised his mother, Lily. If she had never given birth to him, he wouldn't be trapped in this nightmare, stuck in the mud with no way out.And yet… she was the only person who had ever shown him kindness.That fragile thread of family—thin and fraying—still tugged at his heart, holding him back. Even though it hurt, he couldn't bring himself to sever it.…Valarie had just returned home when her mother called her over. She changed into her house slippers and sat beside her."Valarie, when are you and Brandon getting married?" Phoebe asked.Valarie frowned. "Mom, we haven't even discussed that yet.""You're not getting any younger." Phoebe huffed. "You rejected every guy we
The two of them were eight years apart, with different interests and personalities.Some of Stefan's behavior struck Valarie as incredibly immature. But more importantly, she had never seen him in a romantic light.To her, he was more like a younger brother—someone she felt protective of, but not someone she could ever like that way.He should be dating girls his own age, and she should get back to living her own life.With that thought, Valarie accepted the money.Valarie: [Thank you for everything these past few weeks. And… I'm sorry about today.]…Stefan stared at the message on his screen in a quiet park, his lips curling into a mocking smile.Just as Brandon had said—Valarie had only been using him as a distraction. Now that she was back with Brandon, she'd discarded him without hesitation.Taking a deep breath, he deleted the chat and didn't reply.They had always been from different worlds. Now, things were simply returning to how they had been before.Still, he coul