Leia's words were as shocking as a sudden clap of thunder next to Bianca's ears! She rushed up to Leia, grabbed her collar, and asked her sternly, "What did you say? Tell me, how did Luke die? Tell me now!" Leia sobered up a little and realized what she had just said. Trying to compose herself, she smiled mockingly at Bianca. "Why do I have to tell you? I'm not telling you. What are you going to do, kill me?" Leia had been jealous and resentful toward the Norman family's long-lost birth daughter. If not for Bianca, Leia would still be the only pampered daughter of the Norman family! With her status, marrying Luke Crawford was all but a certainty! That woman had taken away her parent's love for her and the man that she loved. She did not expect that Luke died in a foreign country, and his remains could not be found. He deserved that! Leia glared contemptuously at Bianca. She reached out and tried to claw at Bianca's delicate face with her sharp nails. "Let go of me, you
Luke had always loved sunsets. Before he took over T Corporation, he traveled the world in search of the most breathtaking sunsets. He had been to the summit of Mount Everest, the vast grasslands of Hulun Buir, and on top of the golden dunes of the Taklamakan Desert. He loved watching the sunset because the dawn that followed signified a new hope. The sunset on the island was not as beautiful as those other places. In fact, by viewing it with a despondent mood, the sunset there was suffused with the solemnity of death. While Luke was lost in thought while viewing the sunset, Kassy appeared behind him. She looked into Luke's forlorn gray-brown eyes transfixed at the roiling waves and the setting sun. "You're sitting here again." Kassy walked up to him and draped a jacket over Luke's body. Luke did not look at her. His gaze was clear and gentle with a hint of anger. Kassy did not care that he was cold toward her. In the two years they had interacted, Kassy had a rud
Late at night. Leia was curled up on her bed, unable to fall asleep. The only thing in her mind was the torment that Wayne had inflicted on her. She would shudder involuntarily every time she thought of what the man did to her. She stretched herself out and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling above her. She did not feel like sleeping at all. Suddenly, a faint fragrance filled her room. Her eyelids began to droop when she caught a whiff of the fragrance. When she could not open her eyes anymore, right at the moment she fell asleep, the fragrance suddenly became a horrible stink, and the air was filled with the thick stench of blood. Thud, thud, thud… A heavy set of footsteps trudged closer to Leia's room. She could also hear a child wailing faintly in the distance, as well as the chilling laughter of men and women. Goosebumps rose on Leia's skin. She abruptly opened her eyes. With shaking hands, she tried to turn on the night light. However, the light did not turn on. '…
Leia had always felt hatred and disgust for Wayne. The man had ravaged her for two years. It was like a nightmare. Leia was more than willing to tell Bianca the truth if she would help her get rid of that man. Even though Luke was killed a long time ago, Bianca could not maintain her composure when she heard It from Leia's mouth. She grabbed Leia's collar tightly and asked viciously, "Why did Wayne Blatt kill Luke? Is it because of you?" Leia was gloating when she saw the crazed glint in Bianca's eyes. "How would I know why? I'm not that freak. All I know is that I'm so happy seeing how helpless and agonized you are. Karma sure hits you hard…" Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a flash of light. It was the light reflected from the dressing mirror. She turned to look at the reflection of the two women. Leia and Bianca both had delicate facial features. Their looks were similar. However, Bianca's features were more pronounced. Her face was the textbook definition of "beau
Madame Rose was not intimidated by Luke because she thought that she had the advantage in numbers. She did not expect that Luke would be brazen enough to take her as a hostage. "Let go of him, Matthew! Otherwise, none of you will survive!" Kassy pointed her gun at Luke's head. Her hand was shaking. Evidently, she was conflicted. She knew of Madame Rose's cruelty better than anyone else. Luke and his followers might be formidable, but they were already seriously injured, and they were not going to be able to successfully escape the heavily-defended island. "If I'm not going to survive this, I don't mind taking all of you down with me!" Luke said coldly. "Heh, you ignorant brat, you won't leave here alive even if you kill me," Madame Rose said brazenly. "If that's the case, all of you can die!" Luke smirked coldly and tightened his vice-like grip on Madame Rose's neck. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over. Madame Rose coughed, and her face turned red. Even so, she yell
Bianca clutched her chest, feeling as though it had been sliced apart by a poisoned knife. She was about to pass out from the pain. She felt a slight relief from the pain in her chest after a few minutes. 'What's going on?' She was confused, but soon she remembered that she felt a similar pain on the day she found out that Luke went missing. She could not linger on that moment for long. When Jack and Queenie noticed that Bianca was there, they beckoned lovingly at her and got her to taste the dishes. "I made some soup for you, Bea. Your mom said that you like light foods, so I didn't put much salt in the soup. Have a taste. What do you think?" Jack said kindly and ladled a small bowl of soup for Bianca. Bianca took a sip. "How is it?" Jack looked at her daughter expectantly. Bianca finished the bowl of soup and said gratefully, "The soup tastes good, Dad. I love it." Being able to eat Mom's cooking and Dad's soup made her feel blissful. She began to feel guilty abou
The Mallory residence. Percy sat by the dining table. He was young and handsome, and his beauty was breathtaking. He watched Bianca as she quietly fed Tommy. Bianca was dressed in a black suit, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her face was clean and pure. Percy thought that the woman had become more feminine, perhaps because she had an extra motherly charm on her. He could not resist staring at her. Percy was the one to break the silence. "Ms. Rayne, there are two reasons for inviting you to my house. The first is to send you off, and the second is to give you several pointers about Russia. I'm sorry about what happened to Luke. I didn't expect that to happen. "I found out that Luke's accident was related to the Russian mafia, but the exact reason remains unknown. This will be a risky trip. I'll assign some more bodyguards to protect you." While Bianca fed Tommy a bottle of milk, she said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Mallory. You don't have to apologize to me about Luke.
Marbella Village. The chilly ocean breeze drifted through the window into a run-down fishing boat and woke the man who was in a deep sleep. Luke abruptly sat up, the sound of waves washing onto the shore echoing in his ears. He was startled, his eyes quickly scanned through the room. He realized that he was in a fishing boat. The room was old but it was neat and clean. He was lying on a queen-sized wooden bed with a thin quilt covering his body. Luke thought of getting out of bed but when he tried, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and left arm. Luke frowned and found that there were layers of bandages wrapped around his chest and arm. The bandages smelled like blood and medicine. He remembered that he was badly injured. The moment the plane exploded, he, Gale, and Rain had jumped out of the cabin and into the sea. ‘Where did the two of them go? Who on earth saved me and bandaged my wounds?’ Just as he was about to get out of bed and check h
Lucius was different.He did not care about getting close to anyone, whether man or woman. Even when Hera’s attempts to seduce him were blatantly obvious, he still remained unmoved and even showed signs of rejection.Gerald could not help but marvel at Luca’s sharp observations and incisive remarks. He could not help but clap his hands lightly, genuinely impressed.“Lucius truly is exceptional,” said Gerald.Luca came downstairs.When she took the last step off the stairs, the men in the living room immediately fell silent.They held their breath as they watched the woman in front of them. Her hair was straight, not like their boss' companion.The men's gazes grew intense.Luca’s expression darkened.Gerald stood beside her and said, “See, I told you—you’re like a piece of meat dropped into a pack of wolves. Be careful.”One of the men heard Gerald and asked unhappily, “Hey, kid, what are you saying? What wolves? We’re gentlemen. We’d never dream of doing anything inappropr
When Gerald heard this, his face fell. “Huh? Ms. Craw, you're not cooking anymore?”Luca said nothing. Luke had already left with the others. She turned her gaze back before walking inside.Gerald realized that Luca had only been cooking breakfast because of Lucius. The thought puzzled him. Had they taken a liking to each other from the very start? That did not seem right.In this fast-paced modern world, even if they had, using something as old-fashioned as cooking to win someone over did not add up.Still, the timing was too coincidental to ignore. Luca started cooking for everyone when Lucius arrived, and she stopped as soon as he left. That realization gave Gerald an eerie feeling.Thinking they might have known each other back on the island, it all suddenly made sense. Of course! They must have met before. How else could this all line up so perfectly?With that thought, Gerald quickly caught up with Luca. “Ms. Craw, my cooking is terrible. Why don’t you keep doing it?”
Kassy’s eye donor was Hera, the one Abel had brought over.Even though Hera’s eyes resembled Kassy’s, they did not meet the criteria for a transplant. However, Hera’s blood type matched Kassy’s exactly.Hence, Abel decided to use Hera’s eyes. His belief was that her eyes were specifically meant for Kassy.Shanks knew he would not be able to change Abel’s mind, so he did not try. Abel’s stubbornness was something even Kassy herself could not sway.Luca remained silent for a while, not saying anything further. She understood that using a cadaver was the best option as it would not harm anyone.However, the eyes Abel wanted for Kassy were not from a cadaver. He intended to take them from Hera.Luca certainly would not participate in such a surgery. It was too cruel.“What are you thinking?” Shanks suddenly asked.Luca shook her head. “I’m just thinking about the volunteer’s situation.”“You’re wondering if this solution will be marketed, aren’t you?” Shanks suddenly asked.L
“I’m still a bit worried. Let me take a look in your room and change the dressing while I’m at it.” Luca knew Luke would not want her to worry. Therefore, she needed to see for herself that everything was fine before she could feel at ease.“Alright.” Luke knew she was worried about him, so the two of them headed into the room.He took off his shirt, revealing the bandage wrapped around his torso.Luca could not help but chuckle at the sight. The wrapping was done by Gerald, and it was hilariously sloppy. It was haphazardly bound—overly tight in some places and entirely uneven. It looked like it was just meant to cover the wounds, with no thought for neatness.“Stop laughing.” Luke was clearly rendered speechless by Gerald’s lackluster bandaging skills as well.If it were not for the fact that it was difficult to bandage himself, he would never have let Gerald do it.“With it wrapped like this, how are you supposed to sleep at night?” Luca asked as she began unwrapping the ba
Abel chuckled. His voice was low and gravelly.“Hera, let’s agree on something. Don’t use threats of leaving to manipulate me anymore, or I won’t be happy,” said Abel in a low voice.What might have sounded like a plea or a compromise came across to Hera as a veiled threat.The cool sensation of his fingers brushed against her eyelids, and she could not help but shiver. His touch felt as cold as death itself. She could not feel a trace of warmth.Her hands clenched tightly together. The tension in her grip was the only thing keeping her from trembling further.“Alright,” Hera murmured obediently.Abel withdrew his hand. Hera opened her eyes. A strange unease stirred within her. For reasons she could not quite explain, Abel’s behavior filled her with an unsettling dread…“Will you stay at the hospital with me tonight?” Hera could not help but crave some semblance of comfort.Abel frowned slightly. “Stay here with you? And what about Luca?”“You could just send her home. I onl
Luca's expression was serious, and Hera realized she was not just trying to scare her. Ignoring her warnings had already caused her to suffer once.Unwillingly, Hera sipped on the cereal. Her resentment was evident in every movement.Luca noticed it was not difficult for her to handle. She quietly sat down and ate her own bowl of cereal.Hera did not have much of an appetite.Hera took a couple of bites before growing bored. She glanced at Luca and asked, “How did you end up working for Abel?”Luca did not respond. She calmly blew on her cereal and ate in silence, showing no intention of engaging in conversation.“I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” snapped Hera.Luca lifted her gaze briefly and replied, “You should finish your cereal before it gets cold.”“I’m not even hungry.” Hera really had no appetite and was not planning to eat the cereal.“It’s still better if you eat something. Otherwise, when hunger strikes later, don’t expect me to help you,” said Luca, “I’m only he
Luke had never taken the medicine that could speed up healing, so his recovery was nowhere near as fast as the others from the Island of Despair.Luca did not respond to Gerald’s comment. Her gaze fixed on him with intensity.“No stitches,” said Luke, “I trust you.”Luca bit her lower lip.“But if you don’t stitch it, it might tear open,” insisted Gerald, staring at Luke’s wounds.Luke glanced at his injuries and shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, as though the wounds had nothing to do with Luca.“Stitches will leave scars.”“Are you afraid of scars? What kind of man doesn’t have a few scars on him? Scars are a symbol of manhood,” teased Gerald with a playful tone, “Scars show you’re reliable, that you can protect a woman.”Luke gave him a look as though he were an idiot, then his gaze shifted to Luca. “I don’t want too many scars. I’m worried my future wife might dislike them.”Luca’s heart sank at his words, but his lighthearted remark eased her sadness. Despite the severity
Luca could not help but tremble with heartache. She fought hard to resist the urge to rush forward.Everyone in the room had survived brutal training to make it out of the Island of Despair, and they could not help but shudder when they saw the scene. The sound of the whip felt like it was landing on their own bodies.Gerald closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer. It was too cruel for him to watch.The ten lashes felt like an eternity, stretching on for what seemed like a century.Luca looked at the drenched clothes on Luke. His eyes were red, and his shirt was so soaked that you could wring out the blood from it. Her hands were clenched so tightly into fists that the veins were bulging.Abel tossed the whip aside, looking at Luke’s disheveled state with satisfaction. He enjoyed the thrill of this bloody scene.He turned to Luca, noticing her reddened eyes, and smiled even more devilishly. “Hera is in the hospital now. You’ll go take care of her for the next few da
Luca instantly understood the situation. It was about Hera.Hera was someone Abel valued, possibly as a future corneal donor for Kassy. While Abel might not love Hera now, he certainly took her health seriously.In a calm tone, Luca explained, “She was hospitalized due to inflammation that caused a fever.”Abel furiously flung his half-smoked cigar at her. The glowing embers singed her clothes, leaving a small burn mark.She instinctively stepped aside.Abel roared, “What kind of care is this?! I told you to look after her! Is this how you handle things?”Luca was perplexed. When did he ever tell her to look after Hera?Besides, she did take care of her.”When Ms. Sanchez fainted last night, she already had a low-grade fever. I diagnosed her condition as inflammation and prescribed anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication. I also emphasized that she needed to take oral anti-inflammatory drugs. She didn’t trust me and threw out Mr. Shanks’ medication, which led to her con