Early in the morning, Marisol woke to the shrill alarm of her phone. Her head was pounding dully. She'd probably caught a cold from standing out in the snow last night.Rubbing her throbbing temples, she pulled clothes from her suitcase when a red object accidentally tumbled out. It rolled several times across the floor before coming to a stop.It was a fist-sized robot wearing a red top hat.The pudgy iron robot looked crude and cheap. Its dull gray body contrasted sharply with the bright red hat. This had been her wedding gift, if it could even be called that.When she and Lucian married, they'd simply registered their marriage. There was no ceremony, no celebration with friends, no public announcement beyond a sterile corporate notice about the young chairman's marriage.Her identity as his wife remained unacknowledged. Only Lucian's inner circle even knew she existed.That night after getting their marriage certificate, she'd asked if he'd ever loved her. Lucian's eyes burned
That evening, at a quiet bar called "Firefly", two beautiful women sat together in a booth bathed in dim blue lighting. The one with a chic pixie cut was just radiating fury."What the hell is Lucian Muller thinking? This is a slap in your face!"Alinta Gardner practically shoved her phone at Marisol. The screen displayed those news headlines from earlier."Everyone knows Nevaeh and Lucian's history—childhood sweethearts, practically betrothed since they were kids! And now, he makes her CEO while still married to you?"It's not just at Muller Group, but at the new tech subsidiary he personally backs too! He's spitting on you! He's making you a laughingstock!"Her anger grew with every word.Marisol looked down and smiled faintly. "Since when has this been new? Let them laugh at me."From the moment she fell for Lucian and married him, she became the joke of their social circle. Countless "friends" had sneered behind her back, mocking how a so-called talentless gold-digger had so
Marisol refused to make a scene over this trash in public. Since she had secured photos, she pulled Alinta toward their parked car across the street. But they barely stepped out of the bar before being blocked.A stern-faced young man in a sharply tailored black suit stood before them—tall, broad-shouldered, and utterly immovable. Marisol recognized him instantly.He was Zayne Burnett, Lucian's personal assistant. Raised by Muller Group since childhood, Zayne had been selected in high school to serve directly under Lucian. The man was fanatically loyal and Lucian's most trusted weapon.He showed no courtesy to anyone, followed only Lucian's orders, and was as cold as they came.Marisol had always disliked him.His approach now, combined with Lucian's earlier expression, promised nothing good. Her grip tightened around her phone."Mrs. Muller." Zayne extended his hand with zero expression and said in a flat voice, "Your phone, please."Marisol didn't respond, but she also made no
Back in the car, Alinta was still fuming. Seeing Marisol silently focused on her phone, she assumed her friend was upset and immediately threw her arms around her in a tight hug."Mari… It's okay. Things will get better."Marisol was both touched and amused by the sudden embrace—until a sharp pain shot through her shoulder blades, forcing a small whimper from her lips."What's wrong? What happened?" Alinta pulled back in alarm.She hadn't seen Marisol cry since her marriage, so the sound instantly worried her.Marisol winced. "Nothing, just... my shoulder hurts."Alinta froze, then, she suddenly remembered how Zayne had blocked Marisol earlier. His arm had pressed hard against her shoulder blades.The car was warm, so Alinta tugged down Marisol's collar without hesitation. Her eyes reddened the moment she saw the skin beneath. A dark bruise had already formed over Marisol's shoulder blade.Zayne was trained, so his strength was far beyond average. Though Marisol was not a weakl
Andre's eyes lit up the moment he heard Nevaeh's voice."Nevaeh! Nevaeh!" he shouted excitedly, then huffed in annoyance."Dad, you liar! You promised me but didn't keep your word! I'm not talking to you anymore! Nevaeh, Dad lied to me!"By the end, he was practically tattling to Nevaeh.On the other end, Nevaeh took the phone and gently soothed Andre. She playfully scolded Lucian a little before promising to take Andre out on the weekend and play games with him. Only then did Andre finally cheer up.Nevaeh always knew how to handle him. In the past, whenever Lucian scolded him or upset him, going to Marisol never helped. His dad never listened to her anyway.After a while, Andre reluctantly hung up. But as soon as the call ended, he suddenly remembered what Lucian had just said—his mom was supposedly back from her business trip.Did that mean she was coming home tonight?No way! If she came back, she'd start nagging him again and restricting his gaming time. That woman was ann
Back at Moira Studio, Marisol moved to another room and switched on the lights.There, displayed on a mannequin, was a deep purple men's evening suit embroidered with Baroque-style needlework—a private commission for an elite client.The client remained shrouded in mystery. Despite the custom order, Marisol had never met them in person.They'd only sent an agent with precise body measurements, which suggested an exceptionally well-proportioned physique, along with detailed style preferences.Had it not been for a trusted friend's personal recommendation, Marisol would have hesitated to accept the commission initially. But the offer proved impossible to refuse.The client paid a one-million-dollar deposit alone—making this her most significant commission to date. It was a breakthrough for her career.The suit needed only final touches and quality checks before delivery in a few days. Marisol planned to dedicate the coming days exclusively to perfecting every detail.Hence, she st
Marisol and Alinta finished their meal, chatted for a while, and then left. As they exited, muffled laughter still drifted from the private room across the hall—Andre's childish giggles being the most distinct of all.Alinta shot a cautious glance at Marisol. Only when she saw that her friend's expression remained unreadable did she relax slightly—though her worry didn't lessen one bit.This wasn't just a failing marriage. She'd witnessed firsthand how clingy Marisol's own son was with Nevaeh when the group arrived earlier. They were disgustingly affectionate.It was no wonder Marisol had given up custody so readily when discussing the divorce.Alinta hadn't pressed at the time, but she'd had her suspicions. For the first few years of Marisol's marriage, she'd often brought Andre along for visits—they'd even talked about Alinta becoming his godmother.Then, over the past year or so, Marisol suddenly stopped bringing him along.Whenever asked, she would claim he was busy with stud
Mari? Technically, that was Marisol's nickname.Nevaeh and Lucian were the same age, while Marisol was a year younger. Back in university, Lucian had also been her senior by a year.But since when were she and Nevaeh on such familiar terms? Marisol ignored Nevaeh's outstretched hand. She had nothing to say to any of them."I'm still working. Go ahead and enjoy your day."Her tone was cool, and the rejection was unmistakable. Nevertheless, Nevaeh showed no embarrassment, nor did she withdraw her hand.Instead, she smoothly redirected it, ruffling Andre's hair right in front of Marisol. "It's been years since we last met."Andy mentioned you make excellent spicy dishes—I happen to love spicy food too. I've been meaning to visit."She then turned to Lucian with a tender smile. "Lucian already agreed. Since we're all free tonight, why don't we head back together after you finish up here?"Back? Back where? Since when did she get to make decisions?Marisol wasn't dead yet!Just as
Zayne stood tall at the doorway. His voice was low and cold. "Mr. Lowell, you do understand that there will be consequences for what happened today, right?"Ronan's smile did not waver as he folded his handkerchief and turned toward Marisol. "Ms. Speight, allow me to walk you out."Only after the two of them had left did Zayne take out his phone and call Lucian. "Mr. Muller, Mrs. Muller left with Ronan. I'm sorry—I couldn't stop her."There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Lucian finally spoke. "If it was Ronan, then it's no surprise you couldn't. Don't blame yourself."Zayne asked, "What about Mrs. Muller?""Have someone keep an eye on her, but don't interfere. She really thinks that Ronan and the Lowells are the kind of people she can rely on? What a joke.""Understood, Mr. Muller."..."Mr. Lowell, thank you so much for today," Marisol said as they walked toward the parking lot. She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Zayne had said earlier. T
Marisol had not expected Nevaeh to be that blunt about sleeping with Lucian. Clearly, she underestimated how shameless Nevaeh could be. Meanwhile, Lucian's expression turned pitch black in an instant."Stay here. I'll have Zayne drive you home," he said coldly to Marisol before dragging Nevaeh away.Of course, Marisol was not going to wait. She got up from the couch, smoothed out her gown, and headed for the door. However, she found that the handle would not turn, and her face darkened.She never imagined Lucian would actually lock her in the lounge. She could not help but think he was a lunatic...."Mrs. Muller, Mr. Muller asked me to drive you home," came a voice shortly after. Zayne appeared at the door. He was dressed sharply in his tailored suit. Marisol did not bother acknowledging him. The moment the door opened, she moved to walk out, but he stepped in front of her. His tall frame was blocking the exit completely.She stared at him coldly. "Mr. Burnett, what exactly
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
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 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
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
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
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
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