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Chapter 9

Penulis: Lightmoon
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 studies. Now, though, Alinta understood. The boy had likely already drifted from his mother by then.

However, if Marisol didn't want to talk about it, Alinta wouldn't pry. Some wounds were too raw to touch.

Truthfully, Alinta had never approved of Marisol's marriage to Lucian. Before or after the wedding, he'd never once bothered to enter Marisol's social circle and was indifferent to everyone she cared about.

Hell, Alinta made a point of introducing every boyfriend to her closest friends over meals. Yet Lucian had outright refused to engage with Marisol's world.

Seven years of marriage. Seven years as Marisol's best friend in Everton. And not once had Alinta met Lucian in private!

This much she understood as marriage was a private matter. What's more, he was the current head of Muller Group—a campus legend in his student days who had forced his own father out of power within seven years of taking over the company.

His ruthless reputation was well-earned, and now he was aggressively pushing into AI development with characteristically cutthroat efficiency.

Back in their university days, Alinta had been stunned when her best friend had somehow managed to win over this notoriously untouchable, merciless ice prince.

She hadn't approved then but assumed that the young heir simply looked down on their small social circle. All was fine as long as he treated Marisol well. But reality proved otherwise.

Now just a wall away, Marisol remained completely excluded from Lucian's world.

Remembering the public humiliation days earlier and then picturing the people in that private room—including her best friend's own son—made Alinta's head pound.

What kind of nightmare was this?

The two parted ways downstairs. Only after Alinta repeatedly nagged her to eat properly did Marisol return to Moira Studio. She worked until dawn and simply slept there.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Oaks Estate stood dark and empty—Lucian and Andre never returned that night.

The next morning, Marisol had barely started working when HR called. They'd found several senior developers willing to interview on weekends and asked if she wanted to come in and meet them.

Marisol agreed. She wanted to find a successor quickly so she could focus on her art and design work sooner.

After reviewing the resumes sent over, she only accepted one candidate who lived relatively close to the studio. She asked the HR department to schedule an afternoon interview at a nearby café, making it convenient for her to attend and grab a meal there too.

The studio's remote location made finding decent meals difficult.

At noon, Marisol headed over. She arrived early at the designated café to wait and have lunch.

Unexpectedly, the candidate was already there. It was a clean-cut young man who seemed eager. They exchanged greetings before sitting across from each other.

Marisol started by asking his coffee preference. After ordering, she got straight to business. "Let's begin with your self-introduction."

She picked up his resume from the table and began skimming it. When no response came after a while, she looked up in confusion to find him staring at her blankly.

"Is something wrong?"

Was there something on her face?

The young man's face flushed bright red.

"S-sorry, I didn't expect my potential team lead to be so... beautiful," he stammered awkwardly.

He'd been completely mesmerized.

Marisol chuckled. "Sweet talk won't substitute for technical skills."

"I know! I know!"

His ears were burning crimson now. The young man quickly regained his composure and delivered a concise three-minute self-introduction.

"William Quinley, that's a good name," said Marisol.

The earlier awkwardness actually helped lighten the mood.

After this casual compliment, Marisol proceeded to question him thoroughly about the technical aspects of his resume, the company's current tech stack, and management challenges. He answered fluently and even offered some constructive suggestions.

Just as she was about to wrap up with some final questions, she caught a familiar figure outside the window in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she froze in surprise.

She saw Lucian, Nevaeh, and Andre standing not far outside, looking in their direction. When William noticed Marisol staring silently out the window, he followed her gaze and was stunned all over again.

"What a gorgeous family."

Seeing the handsome man, beautiful woman, and equally lovely little boy together, he naturally assumed they were related. Noticing their intense focus on their table, he asked curiously, "Ms. Speight, do you know them?"

That was putting it lightly. Just as Marisol tore her eyes away to steer the conversation back to the interview, the café door swung open.

Andre dashed straight to her while shouting excitedly, "Mom!"

He hadn't missed her when they were apart, but the moment he saw her, a pang of longing hit him. Plus, guilt gnawed at him after avoiding her for days—so he'd bolted over the second he spotted her.

William was floored. Marisol looked so young and stunning, so he didn't expect her to have a kid!

Then came the crushing embarrassment. He'd mistaken the boy for someone else's child, and she hadn't corrected him!

Not to mention… His gaze drifted to Lucian and Nevaeh, who had followed Andre inside. His confusion deepened.

Were they Marisol's friends?

But the intimidating man bore an uncanny resemblance to the boy—especially those fox-like eyes that looked sharp and mocking. It was as if they could see right through him. They made William's scalp prickle and his blood run cold.

He quickly averted his gaze. Lucian glanced at William, then closed the distance with a few effortless strides.

"Working?" he asked Marisol lightly, reaching for the resume on the table.

Marisol ignored him. Freeing her hand from Andre's grip, she snatched the documents first.

Lucian's fingers closed on empty air. He paused, seemingly unfazed, and retracted his hand with an easy smile.

Nevaeh, who had been following behind, stepped closer to stand beside Lucian. She extended her hand toward Marisol with a bright smile. "Mari, long time no see."
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  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 10

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 11

    That evening, after finishing work at the studio, Marisol drove back to Crimson Oaks Estate. She brought the printed divorce papers.The agreement was custom-drafted by Alinta's professor, who specialized in divorce cases. It was tailored specifically for her marital situation. Though some clauses still needed refinement, Marisol couldn't wait any longer.After Lucian left that afternoon, she contacted Alinta regarding the unfinished agreement. Now, she had come to the Crimson Oaks Estate to settle things. But only the staff were home.It was past 10:00 pm, and neither Lucian nor Andre had returned. She could easily guess where they were.Still, Lucian said he'd come back tonight. She'd believe him one last time. Declining Wanda's offer of ginger tea to ward off the cold, Marisol waited in the first-floor living room."Mrs. Muller, your luggage..."Wanda assumed Marisol's return marked the end of her business trip, so she was puzzled by her empty-handed arrival."I'm just here t

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 12

    The moment she entered, Marisol caught the faint scent of tea lingering in the air. The blindfold came off.Before her stood an elegantly furnished traditional Baroque-style hall. A graceful woman with her hair coiled in a bun and secured with hairpins stepped forward to help Marisol out of her down jacket. Then, she presented a wooden basin of warm water.Marisol washed her hands. Only after the woman's inspection was she escorted deeper into the residence. The inner chambers followed the same Baroque-styled aesthetic.She had just settled in when silent attendants served tea and pastries. Not a single word was spoken. The atmosphere remained hushed.The strict protocols reminded Marisol of Lucian's grandfather's household, where similar rules prevailed. At least she was accustomed to such formalities.Familiarity didn't make it comfortable, though. The weight of decorum pressed down on her.After roughly 30 minutes, steady footsteps approached from outside. The wooden door slid

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 13

    Marisol had no intention of taking back her words. She'd always seen Theodore this way: a complete lunatic.That said, she didn't want to provoke further conflict with this madman.He was brainless, a spoiled brat through and through. Who knew what impulsive stunt he'd pull next? There was no reasoning with a psychopath.She turned to leave, but Theodore suddenly grabbed her arm. He yanked her back with enough force to nearly wrench her arm out of its socket.Marisol hissed, "Let go!"Theodore tightened his grip, glaring down at her with barely restrained fury. "Marisol, I'm warning you—if you dare ruin things between Nevaeh and Lucian, you know exactly what's coming."His lips curled into a sneer. "And you're well aware of what I'm capable of."Marisol was very much aware. The memories of past humiliations flashed through her mind, leaving her gaze icy.She stopped struggling. After a moment of silence, she raised her head. Her face now wore a perfectly practiced smile. "Theod

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 14

    "It's not a big deal or anything." As he brought it up, Theodore let out a sigh and scooted a little closer."Ronan just returned from abroad, and it looks like he's staying for a while—probably the whole year. The family's throwing a private dinner for him in a couple of days, just close friends and relatives. You two better be there."He said it like it was nothing, completely ignoring the fact that the invitation to Lucian was meant for both him and his wife—meaning Marisol.But to Theodore, there was absolutely no need for Marisol to show up. She would just be an eyesore, and the Lowells definitely were not rolling out the welcome mat for her. As long as Lucian and Nevaeh were there, that was enough."So Ronan's back, huh." Nevaeh's pretty, almond-shaped eyes flickered for a moment. Then, she smiled and added, "Of course we'll go. You should've told me sooner so I could prepare a gift."Theodore waved it off. "No need for that. Your presence is enough of a gift."He looked ov

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 15

    The call connected after just a few rings, and Ronan's voice was smooth and gentle as he greeted her, "Ms. Moira."The pleasantness of his voice made Marisol zone out for half a second. Nonetheless, she quickly gathered herself, offered a polite greeting, and went straight to the point. "Sir, I'm not quite sure I understand this invitation."She paused briefly before adding, a bit more firmly, "I assumed our collaboration ended once the suit was delivered."Now that she had confirmed his identity as the eldest Lowell brother, she had even less interest in getting involved. Whether it was the faint trace of blood she had once smelled on him, or his wild, unstable younger brother—this whole family just screamed trouble. A soft laugh came from the other end. He clearly caught the meaning behind her words. "Ms. Speight," Ronan said this time, dropping her alias and using her real name with a light, amused tone. He added, "I was very pleased with the suit. This dinner is nothing more

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 16

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 17

    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

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    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 29

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 28

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 27

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 26

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 25

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 24

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 23

    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

  • Turning Heads After Divorce   Chapter 22

    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

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