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
Theodore snapped, "I'll leave the country too! I'm going to find Mom!"Ronan tapped the bat on the floor with a light knock. He did not say a word, but the sound alone was enough to silence the entire room. After all, they were brothers, and Theodore knew exactly what Ronan was like beneath that polished exterior.He looked like a gentleman, but he could smile while backing someone into a corner and leaving them with no way out. With their parents no longer around to shield him, Theodore did not dare act out anymore.However, Ronan was not done. Once he saw that Theodore had finally shut up, he dragged him over and dropped him in front of Marisol."Apologize," Ronan ordered. His voice was calm and direct.Theodore glared at her. Forget apologizing. He wanted to spit in her face. Even at this time, he still believed this was all her fault.He had always toyed with Marisol before, but now he had made a complete fool of himself in front of her, and he hated her for it. His jaw clenc
After hearing Ronan's words, Marisol simply smiled politely and said nothing more. Theodore was not just reckless—he was completely unhinged.When Lucian was planning his overseas trip to celebrate Nevaeh's birthday, Theodore locked Marisol up for over a week just to keep her from getting in the way. The man was a total maniac.Nonetheless, Marisol knew Ronan would never put her before his own brother. Ronan might have stepped in, beat Theodore bloody, and made him apologize, but it was obvious most of that was for show. Now that he had laid hands on Theodore first, no one else would have the right to say anything about it. They were family, after all. Whatever grudge she had with Theodore, she would have to settle that on her own.Marisol kept her tone gracious as she replied, "Mr. Lowell, your sense of justice is truly admirable." Ronan chuckled softly. "It wouldn't go that far. You were put in a very frightening situation, Ms. Speight, and an apology alone isn't enough. I'll
Marisol placed her hands on her knees. Her fingers trembled as she gripped her knees tightly. Her knuckles were turning white. Her voice shook slightly as she asked, "H-He's back in the country?"Marisol had lived with integrity toward most people throughout her life. But if there was one person she had truly wronged, it was him. That person had left the country seven years ago, and she had not heard a single word from him since. Or maybe Marisol had deliberately avoided hearing anything about him. He was the only person she had ever felt real guilt for—guilt that ran so deep that she could barely face the memory without flinching.And now, at this moment, he had come back. He returned right when her marriage was falling apart. Marisol could not help but wonder if the man was here to watch her crash and burn, to mock her for insisting on marrying Lucian, only to end up like this.Then again, if someone were to ask her if she regretted her decision, she would say no. She did not
Marisol lay slumped against the plush couch. Her shimmering violet gown cascaded like spilled silk. Her slender, pale arms were pinned down by long, elegant fingers. He forced her wrists into the cushions.Lucian, dressed in dark, tailored luxury, hovered above her with a cold, dangerous charm. His blood-stained lips remained pressed against hers, and for a breathless moment, their lips lingered.Finally, they pulled apart. Marisol's eyes were dazed as she gasped for air. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. When her senses returned, her almond-shaped eyes burned with fury. The corners of her eyes were tinged red with rage as she glared at the equally breathless man above her. She hissed, "Lucian!"He looked completely unfazed. Casually wiping the blood from his lower lip, his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly. He teased lazily, "Still got some bite, huh?"Marisol's voice came out low and hoarse. Her chest heaved with anger as she growled, "Get off me!"She tried pushing him off, but
Marisol did not want to say any of it because saying it out loud felt pathetic. Besides, she believed that Lucian would not care anyway. Their seven years of marriage had taught her one thing loud and clear: everyone and everything else in his world came before her. In other words, everyone else was more fragile, important, and deserving of his protection.That had always been Lucian's version of love. So, saying it out loud would just be humiliating.Just then, a sudden knock echoed from the door, fast and frantic. A woman's soft, breathy voice followed quickly behind."Lucian? Are you in there? I'm coming in, okay?"...Marisol almost laughed when she heard Nevaeh's voice. She thought, "Of course, it's Nevaeh. Speak of the devil."She turned her gaze back to Lucian with a half-smile. Her expression was cold and cutting. She said, "Think about it—the second you sign the divorce papers, your sweetheart can finally get the title she wants."The knocking grew louder, more panick
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