It was not long before the car pulled through the gates of the Muller family residence. The ornate wrought-iron gates opened wide, revealing lush greenery inside despite the winter chill. The grounds were still vibrant, with manicured hedges, flowing water features, and a quaint little bridge that gave the estate an old-world charm.The car drove straight through the inner courtyard and pulled up directly outside the warm entry hall. As soon as the engine shut off, Keane was already there, stepping out to greet them.He reached for Elizabeth first, gently touching her face to make sure she was warm before letting out a quiet sigh of relief. But when his eyes fell on Marisol, his gaze turned cold and stern. Of everyone in the Muller family, only Elizabeth had ever truly liked her.Lucian and Keane had always kept their distance. The latter, in particular, never hid his disapproval, though he kept it subtle for Elizabeth's sake.Marisol politely greeted. "Keane."He answered with
That night, Marisol stayed at the Muller family residence after Elizabeth insisted. However, Lucian and Andre did not come home at all.Since the Muller family residence was a bit far from her office, Marisol got up early the next morning, grabbed a quick breakfast, and headed out in a rush. She went straight into her morning meeting, then dove back into a full day of interviews.For once, luck was on her side. After a string of back-to-back sessions, she finally found the right candidate. They negotiated pay, agreed on the start date, and sealed the deal without much hassle.With that settled, Marisol could finally breathe. Once she finished training this hire, she would be free to resign before the New Year and fully devote herself to doing what she loved.However, the divorce still could not be delayed any longer. She could not understand what Lucian was thinking. She was well aware that he did not like her and barely acknowledged her, but it was just baffling that he had not co
Marisol had no idea what Keane and Lucian discussed behind the closed doors of the study. By the time they came down, and once Elizabeth had gotten some rest, the family of five finally sat down for dinner together. Well, four of them, really. Julius still did not show.At the long dining table, Keane and Elizabeth sat at the ends. Lucian and Andre were seated closer to Keane, while Marisol, unlike in the past, chose a seat near Elizabeth. Everyone's eyes drifted toward her. The change in seating did not go unnoticed.Before Elizabeth could comment, Marisol placed some of Elizabeth's favorite dishes onto her plate with a warm smile. She said, "Elizabeth, I haven't been back much lately, so I thought I'd spend more time with you tonight."Truthfully, she just did not want to sit next to Lucian. However, Elizabeth seemed pleased enough and did not press her to switch seats. Lucian frowned slightly but said nothing.Dinner appeared calm, even warm on the surface. Each of them performe
The study fell into dead silence, and Lucian furrowed his brow as something finally clicked in his mind. He asked, "This is because of Nev, isn't it?"He had finally figured out what had triggered Marisol's sudden push for divorce. His fox-like eyes narrowed with growing irritation, and his voice dripped with contempt. He continued, "Marisol, there's a limit to how jealous you can act. Keep this up, and you won't be Mrs. Muller anymore. Take your little stunt and get out!"Lucian flung the divorce papers from the desk, and they landed right in her face. He was convinced that Marisol still loved him—that this whole divorce thing was just another ploy to compete for his attention. To him, it was just a pathetic little performance.Marisol stared at the face she had once been hopelessly drawn to, but all she felt now was lingering hatred and a wave of exhaustion. It was the kind of soul-deep weariness that came from screaming into a void. Did Lucian really think all this chaos was
Alinta said, "You can count on me!"Then, the two chatted a little more about day-to-day stuff before hanging up....Moira Studio was not far, and Marisol drove down the tree-lined avenue before pulling up in front of the studio villa. But as she stepped out of the car, she noticed a small commotion across the street. Several vehicles were parked outside the neighboring villa, and people were moving furniture in and out.She muttered, "Is someone moving?"A young woman who was directing the movers looked up, spotted her, and waved from a distance before walking over with a warm smile.Candace Whitter asked, "Ms. Moira! I haven't seen you around here in a while! How have you been?"In this area, Marisol went by her studio alias, and most of the neighbors knew her only that way. She greeted Candace politely and asked casually, "Are you moving out?"Candace replied with a grin, "Yeah. This place is beautiful but way too remote. It's been hard to live out here, and I'd been trying
The moment Nevaeh stepped out of the car, a wave of gasps swept through the crowd. Her shimmering gold-pink eyeshadow sparkled around her almond-shaped eyes, catching the light with every blink. Her gown—which was matching in color—trailed dramatically behind her. It looked opulent under the warm lights.Standing beside her was Lucian. He was striking and sharp in a tailored black tux and exuding grandeur and danger. Together, they looked like a scene pulled from a painting—breathtaking, regal, untouchable. No wonder the crowd could not stop staring.Even Theodore seemed completely entranced. His gaze was glued to Nevaeh, and he looked like he could not tear his eyes away even if he tried.Nevaeh's eyes glinted with satisfaction. She clearly enjoyed being the center of attention.From the top of the steps, Marisol took in the entire scene. She let out a cold laugh and turned to walk inside, only to be blocked by Theodore again.He mocked, "Don't you get it by now? It's not just
Lucian's eyes flashed with panic the moment he saw Marisol fall. He instinctively reached out to catch her, but before he could, Nevaeh suddenly shrieked. As she stumbled and nearly tripped on the hem of her gown, Lucian immediately pulled back to catch her instead.Marisol's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as her body toppled helplessly toward the stairs. She locked her gaze on Lucian and Nevaeh, who were now clinging tightly to each other at the top of the steps.The image of them embracing and her impending fall was seared into her memory. She clenched her jaw and braced for the inevitable pain. However, just as her body pitched forward, an arm wrapped firmly around her waist and pulled her back in one powerful motion."Careful." A deep, velvety voice sounded near her ear, and she felt a beating heart nestled in a strong chest at her back.As Marisol realized she had not hit the ground—no shattered her bones or spilled blood on marble—she exhaled shakily. Then, she noticed th
A sudden loud slap could be heard from a private lounge on the second floor of the resort. The door had barely clicked shut when Marisol froze in place. She was stunned by what she was seeing. Ronan, who had always seemed so refined and composed, had just walked in and slapped Theodore hard across the face.The force behind it was no joke as Theodore's cheek instantly swelled, and Marisol was truly caught off guard. After all, Ronan always gave off the air of a well-mannered gentleman, but this was all sharp edges and no hesitation. And he did not even care that it was his own brother on the receiving end.Still, Marisol could not deny that the slap felt satisfying to watch. That said, she knew she was still technically an outsider, and Ronan might have come down hard, but it was probably just damage control. After all, Theodore had tried to shove a guest down the stairs in full view of half the city's elite. That was something a single slap could not fix. With her arms crosse
With his hands on the steering wheel, Zayne froze for a moment before nodding in response.…"How are you doing, Marisol? Where's Lucian?" When Julius heard that Marisol was hospitalized, he immediately went to the hospital with bags of snacks and daily necessities.As soon as he entered the ward, he was met with Marisol's lonely figure on the hospital bed.Smiling, Marisol changed the topic. "Thank you for coming, but what's with the luggage?""I'm keeping you company," Julius said matter-of-factly.Marisol was stunned as warmth welled up in her heart. For some reason, she recalled what Julius had been saying about becoming her brother or son.She was surprised to find that he wasn't joking at all."My brother, huh…" Marisol instantly clenched her fists, which she had hidden under the blanket.Making his way to Marisol, Julius took out a bag of snacks as he complained, "I shouldn't have gotten discharged so soon. If not, we might've stayed in the same ward. We might've been w
It was just past noon when a Phantom pulled into the courtyard.Lucian got out of the car. His dignified black suit accentuated his figure, and he casually adjusted his silver cufflinks with his slender fingers before striding toward the study.Otto was writing in the study."Grandpa." Lucian greeted Otto as he approached the old man. Picking up the teapot from the heater, he poured out a cup of tea for Otto.Otto was so engrossed in his writing that he didn't even acknowledge Lucian. He didn't even touch the cup of hot tea on the desk. Only the sounds of a pen scratching against paper could be heard in the study.When Otto was done, he finally put down his pen and looked at Lucian. "What's the matter now? You won't even think of visiting me unless I call for you. Is that it?""Of course not." Lucian smiled politely. "I think of you all the time, Grandpa.""Spare me that nonsense." Otto gave Lucian a sideways glance. "I know you're thinking of some young lady all the time instea
The ruler was brought down thrice upon Andre's hand. His palm instantly turned red, and he was in so much pain that his eyes reddened. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried his best to hold them in.Otto once held a high rank in the military. He had always been strict in handling family matters, and he despised crying. He believed that men should never cry.If Andre shed even a single tear, he would only receive a heavier punishment.Otto asked again, "What did you do wrong?"Holding back tears, Andre choked as he said in a trembling voice, "I shouldn't have let Mom's relatives into the house. If they had not been let in, Mom would not have been hurt. I won't do it again."Alfred held the ruler out again.This time, Andre was hit seven times on his palm. His hand immediately became swollen.In the end, he couldn't hold it in anymore. Huge teardrops rolled down his face, but he bit his lip tightly. He didn't dare make any sounds in case Otto heard him.A long while later, th
"Why do you look so scared? You're my brother-in-law, so I'm obliged to be nice to you for Marisol's sake." Lucian's fox-like eyes narrowed into a smile, but his foot remained firmly planted.Nathan shook his head with all his might. He didn't dare admit to it at all. "I-I didn't. I really didn't…""You seemed bold enough to me," Lucian said in a threatening tone.Nathan hastily explained, "It wasn't me. It was Mara. It was Ama—No. It was me. I wasn't thinking straight. Lucian, please have mercy on me. I won't do it ever again. We'll return to Portsbridge right away and never come back!"With his other hand, Nathan slapped himself in the face. Then, he gripped the leg of Lucian's pants as tears streamed down his face.Lucian ruthlessly kicked Nathan away. Then, he scoffed. "At least he still has some spine. Zayne."Zayne responded as he pinned Nathan to the floor. Then, he quickly removed the bandages from Nathan's head. Taking out a camera, he proceeded to take several detailed
The man in the lead looked absolutely stunning, and his charm was irresistible. Amara couldn't take her eyes off him.It wasn't until the door was closed with a heavy thud that Amara returned to her senses. She hastily got up and lowered her head a little as she gently tucked away some loose strands of hair behind her ear. She said in a sweet voice, "H-Hello. You must be my brother-in-law."She had seen Lucian's photo before, but she didn't expect Lucian to be even more handsome in person.She was filled with envy as soon as she laid eyes on Lucian.Marisol was indeed lucky to be married to such a handsome man. Amara wished it were her instead.Still, Amara deemed her looks to be on par with Marisol's. With that in mind, she purposefully struck an appealing pose as she said in a softened tone, "Mr. Muller, your wife was so aggressive! We were just starting to talk when she threw the teapot at her own brother."But don't worry. When Nathan wakes up, I'll make sure he doesn't make
"Dad! Dad! I'm sorry!" In the living room, Andre was dragged outside by two strong men in suits. He was wailing and shouting nonstop. "I'm really sorry! I swear I'll do it properly next time. Please give me another chance! Don't send me to Great-grandpa's place, please! Dad! Dad!"Andre was held in mid-air as he kept flailing around with his limbs. However, even his limbs were quickly restrained.Lucian stood at the top of the stairs as he looked down at Andre. His gaze was void of emotion. "This was already your second chance. You couldn't do it, so you have to be punished for it. That's how the rules work. Andre, you don't get second chances all the time."Andre was panicking when an idea struck him. He seemed to have caught on to something, and he shouted, "Mom! I want to see Mom! I'm not leaving! Let me see Mom!"Lucian said coldly, "Take him away. Also, send my regards to Grandpa."The bodyguards replied with a "Yes, sir" before leaving with Andre between them. Andre cried an
Nathan's lips were quivering from all the crying, but at that moment, he froze.Hesitating for a moment, he anxiously rubbed his hands together as he said, "I-I'm getting married soon, so we n-need only t-ten million dollars."Marisol smiled incredulously for a moment. Then, a dark look appeared in her eyes. "Only ten million dollars, you say? Who do you think you are? Who are you to make such demands of me?"Nathan's face turned red as he subconsciously turned to look at Amara. After getting a glare from her, Nathan finally decided to speak up. "Marisol, I haven't asked for money in years. I just need some money from you for the wedding. Lucian is filthy rich, so I'm sure you can bear to part with some loose change."Please help your younger brother out! You can't just abandon your family after marrying into another family. No daughter or sister behaves like this."Amara spoke up as well. "He's right, Amara. You're in the wrong here. Your family has painstakingly raised you, afte
Marisol saw the group enter Crimson Oaks Estate. Then, as she watched Nevaeh leave, her heart sank.She had a feeling that something was off.However, the bigger problem at hand was that she had to go in even if she didn't want to.Marisol was still pondering things when she received a call from Andre. She hesitated for a short while before answering the call."Mom, why aren't you home? By the way, Uncle Nathan came over, so I brought him into the house. Please come back soon!" Andre sounded like he wanted Marisol to praise him.Marisol felt bitterness in her heart, but in the end, she still said, "I'll be home right away."…After ending the call, Andre turned to see Nathan and Amara standing anxiously in the living room. The shiny white tiles were dirtied by two trails of muddy footprints and some snow that had yet to melt. Andre couldn't help but frown."Wanda, the floor is dirty," Andre said with an innocent look, widening his pretty, fox-like eyes.Wanda hastily led the g
Nevaeh had thoroughly looked into Marisol's background before, and she had also seen some photos. So, of course, she recognized one of the troublemakers as Marisol's brother, Nathan.Nevaeh had been wondering why Lucian would ask Andre to go home and keep Marisol company. She was worried that the two might get closer to each other.However, when she saw the scene before her, she immediately came up with a plan. "Andy, isn't that your uncle? They look like they're in a fight. Let's go take a look.""My uncle?" Andre thought. He looked at Nathan, but he didn't recognize him at all. Still, he could gather that these were relatives on his mother's side of the family.He didn't want to get involved at all.Lucian had told him before that he should pay no mind to the people on Marisol's side of the family, and there was no need for him to get to know them. His meeting with Emilia was already an exception.Andre was about to decline when he heard Nevaeh saying, "Your dad asked you to go