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★★★★★As soon as Edward parked the car in front of the Harrington manor and was about to go out, Rebecca's voice stopped him, "Thank you for helping Ella's dad!" Edward gave her a glance that conveyed nothing, but a vacant stare. Rebecca was waiting to hear something, but instead, she saw him leaving the car with a distant attitude.She breathed without minding his attitude as she stepped out of the car and made her way to the house. As soon as she stepped on the threshold of the manor, a sharp voice hit her eardrum. "I was worried about you. I had seen you got injured by that glass, and then you vanished. Where were you? Why didn't you answer my call?" Veronica complained to Edward, blocking his path.When her eyes noticed Rebecca at the door, instantly her fury got fueled, and she asked with agitation in her voice, "Why did she enter with you? Were you two together last night?" Rebecca knew Veronica would pick this topic to create drama, but she was not in the mood to bicker with
★★★★★ Later that day, Rebecca was working in the Harrington office, managing the rest of the files. All she was looking for to do was to wrap up the work and leave. Meanwhile, Edward was working at his desk, talking to someone on the phone, but his eyes kept glancing at Rebecca and watched her eagerness to finish the work. Plus, she kept chatting with someone on her phone, causing distraction for him. Before this would grate her nerves he put the phone down and said, "Bring me a coffee!" Rebecca looked up and asked, "You are talking to me!?" "Is there anyone else in the room other than you and me?" Edward replied, leaning back in the chair with a challenging smirk. "You have people to do that. Stop being a pain in my ass!" Rebecca grumbled, driven by the urge to throw something at him. "You don’t have a job to go to or people to meet. I am giving you chores to help you use your time, which is precious. Be grateful!" Edward said. "What nonsense! As soon as I am done with th
★★★★★Ignoring Rebecca's tantrum at the coffee machine, Trevor and Edward began dismissing the matter on their plate."Boss, Henrick Luther's father called me a couple of times; I avoided him. Are you really sure you want to accept the German company's proposal? Luther is our ally, and most importantly, he is a close friend!" Trevor said, using a serious tone. A sudden change of course in his boss’s thoughts left him bewildered."What is your thought?" Edward asked Trevor, but his eyes slipped to Rebecca and noticed how she had stopped making coffee."I don't think you should betray the Luthor, especially when his son is in the hospital for serious injuries," Trevor said.Meanwhile, Rebecca's sharp ears noted everything, including the fact that Edward was accepting a foreign company, kicking the people he had close connections with.She turned around with the coffee and brought it to the table; her mind was swirling, 'Did she truly send the letter?!' Last night, because of Connor, she
★★★★★ In the evening, Edward changed his official suit to a casual yet charming one. He was already a handsome man with striking blue eyes, and his 6'3" height was no less the charisma of his beauty. He changed his watch as well, replacing it with a sleek diamond one. Rebecca, who had finished her work in the afternoon, now found herself waiting to go on someone else's date. She was quite a lucky girl; just did not know how every time she tried to create a problem for him, it was always she fell with her face into it. "Don't sulk in this way. You should be excited since it is your idea, and I am truly impressed with it," Edward said, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "I am glad that you are impressed,” Rebecca replied, opening her hair, and resting them on one side. "I am sulking because I am missing my boyfriend. If he was here, we could go on a double date!" Rebecca said, standing up as she brought out her lipstick and swiped it on her lips without looking at herself in the mirr
★★★★★The manager glanced at Rebecca with a look of doubt and a question, which made Rebecca grit her teeth. She corrected, "He is joking with you! I am his assistant!"Hearing that, the manager's lips cracked up in a smile, and he replied, "I did not know Mr. Harrington could unwind like this. It is a rare sight indeed." The manager laughed as he said, "Sir Trevor told me to set a table for you well. Please follow me, Miss!"Rebecca nodded and began following him. She, too, never witnessed Edward cracking jokes in front of others, or did he truly mean that?"No," she shrugged her thoughts, shaking her head, "He despises me. There is no way he would like her to have the title of his wife. And I certainly don't want it either!"She followed the manager inside and found there were not many people present for dining. Her eyes came to a stop on Veronica, who seemed to become agitated seeing her and she got up from her seat. Her gaze did not hide her murderous intent.Rebecca could not hel
★★★★★ Rebecca noticed Edward eating while his date was out of his sight for more than a minute. At that time, a call came, it was from her father. She picked it up, placing her phone on her ears. "Yes, Dad!" Rebecca said. "Where are you? You forget to come home. What is going on?" Klein asked and his voice was filled with concern. "Dad, I am busy looking for work. I would come this weekend," Rebecca replied. "Why this weekend? Why not now? Your mother is worried," Klein said, making Rebecca tense. She, too, wanted to go to her home, but Edward was not letting her. "Dad, I am truly cornered by things. As soon as I get free time, I will come," Rebecca replied; a disappointment brushed past her eyes because the house she was living in now did not make her feel loved; rather, it tortured her sleep. She just wanted to run. "Listen, last day, Mr. Pete came to my office and we talked for a long time. I am truly ashamed, knowing what happened to him in his gallery. I thought you would
★★★★★"What? No..." Veronica rushed to stop Edward, adding, "She is just talking to the person, and I don’t think the man is poor." "I brought her here to take care of my date, not to flirt with a man," Edward grumbled, the displeasure was evident in his voice."Then why aren't you paying attention to me? Ed, we have been together for so long. Why can't we move to the next stage?" said Veronica, reaching for his hand and holding it in her palm."What? Next stage!" Edward's voice came out sharp, "There is no next stage. I have already warned you about my preferences and that is not going to change ever. But you are not bound by anything, so if you want to pursue the life you are looking for, go ahead!" And he pulled out his hand. "But...." Veronica began and wanted to convince Edward, but she was interrupted by him as he said, "Let's go, we are leaving!" Simultaneously, he got up, staring at Rebecca, intending to go there. Veronica felt betrayed, the pain tickled in her eyes. She no
★★★★★ By the time Edward returned to the same restaurant to get Rebecca, she was gone already. Seeing him, the manager sprinted to him and said expeditiously, "Sir, We tried everything to stop her from leaving. We could not make her stay. She threatened to call the cops on us and put us in jail on a kidnapping case." "When did she leave and with whom?" Edward asked with a chilling tone. "She left the restaurant fifteen minutes ago but alone," the manager said; his words were firm and clear. "Are you sure?" Edward narrowed his eyes, looking for the truth. His piercing gaze startled the manager. "You can watch the footage, and the man who had been with your wife earlier left rather hurriedly with his tail between his legs after knowing who she was," the manager replied politely with both of his hands joined in front of him. Edward did not ask anything more. Rather, he said, "Send the bill to Trevor. He will take care of it. I am in a bit of a rush." "Yes, sir, definitely. By t
★★★★★"I would like to know where I went wrong," Connor said after steadying his frayed nerves. His hands clenched at his sides, itching to lash out, but his curiosity for the flaw in his grand plan kept him rooted.Edward stepped slightly to the side, positioning Rebecca protectively beside him. His gaze bore into Connor with quiet intensity. "Your mistake?" he began, voice steady and deliberate. "It started the moment Grandfather insisted I give you an equal opportunity in the business. When I allowed you to take charge of the projects I owned, you thought you had won."Connor scoffed, though unease flickered in his eyes. "Then why did you let me control everything, even the Blue Heaven properties?"Edward's lips curved into a sharp, humourless smile. "Control? You own nothing, Connor. The papers you collected—stolen, actually—are all fakes. I orchestrated every move, letting you believe your schemes were succeeding. Why? Because I knew you had Grandfather imprisoned on that island.
★★★★★Imara’s face remained impassive, her tone cold and measured as she continued, "They weren’t going to stop the bond between you and Edward, especially after his accident. But they should have. My father is Mr. Harrington’s best friend; it only makes sense that they’d think of me for Edward. We’re equals, Rebecca. Same status, same world. You? You never belonged. Besides," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Mr. Harrington and your mother were having an affair. Your relationship was a mistake from the beginning."Her words hung in the air, sharp as a blade. There wasn’t a flicker of remorse in her expression, as if she were narrating a mundane event instead of confessing to tearing lives apart.Rebecca’s breath hitched, disbelief etched into every feature of her tear-streaked face. "You’re fucking insane," she spat, her voice trembling with both rage and heartbreak. "I can’t believe it. At your age, you plotted something so cruel, so vile. You didn’t just ruin Edward’s life—y
★★★★★Connor stood there as if paralyzed, his eyes fixed on Edward’s lifeless body, the blood pooling beneath it. His face was a mask of shock, but he didn’t move or speak; he just stood frozen in that terrible moment.Imara, her face streaked with tears, whipped her head around to glare at him. "You bastard!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury and despair. "You said you wouldn’t let anything happen to him! And now—now he’s not breathing! You betrayed me, didn’t you?"Connor’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her, his voice low and cold. "Keep your mouth quiet," he said, the distaste in his tone unmistakable.Imara surged to her feet, her fists clenched as she marched toward him. "Don’t you dare tell me to keep quiet! You planned this, didn’t you? You knew this would happen! I stood by you. After all, I trusted you because I wanted to protect him—and you let this happen!"Connor’s expression darkened further, his jaw tightening as he took a threatening step
★★★★★Rebecca’s confession landed like a bomb in the room, silencing everyone in its wake. Edward’s face twisted in fury, his breathing ragged as he stepped back and reached behind him.In one fluid motion, he pulled out a gun, the metallic glint catching the faint light. His eyes were ablaze with unrestrained rage.“I shouldn’t have trusted you,” Edward growled, his voice low and venomous. “I shouldn’t have saved your face from public humiliation. You don’t deserve redemption. You deserve to die in the filth you’ve created.”Rebecca’s breath hitched, her bravado wavering as she took a step back. Connor instinctively moved to shield her, his hands raised in a plea.“Edward, stop!” Connor shouted, his voice edged with panic.Edward ignored him, his gaze fixed solely on Rebecca. “Your entire family ruined mine,” he snarled, his grip tightening on the gun. He raised it, the barrel now trained on Rebecca.Imara gasped, her heart pounding in terror as she instinctively stepped forward. “Ed
★★★★★“I didn’t know this place was so far from the town,” Imara said as she stepped out of the car, glancing around at the pitch-black surroundings. The faint crunch of gravel beneath her shoes was the only sound in the still night. Her arms crossed instinctively as a cool breeze brushed past.Edward closed the car door behind him and stepped forward, his eyes scanning the unlit house in the distance. “This is the place my father bought,” he said, his voice low but calm. “He used to bring us here when he wanted to escape the chaos of work… to relax with the family.”Imara tilted her head, her curiosity piqued as she followed his gaze to the looming structure. “It looks so isolated,” she remarked, her tone a mix of awe and unease. “No wonder it’s good for getting away.”Edward nodded, his expression darkening slightly as he noticed the lack of lighting around the house. “Connor should’ve turned on the lights,” he muttered, his voice edged with irritation. “It’s too quiet.”Imara stepp
★★★★“I know where they are,” Imara said hesitantly, her voice laced with reluctance. She withdrew her hand from Edward, her other hand fidgeting with the edge of her scarf. “Rebecca told me… but she made me promise not to tell you. She said, under no circumstances, should you know where she’s gone.” Her eyes briefly flickered back to Edward before darting away again. “But seeing you like this… feeling betrayed, struggling… I can’t keep it from you.”Edward leaned forward slightly, his intense gaze fixed on her. His expression softened for a brief moment, though the storm brewing in his eyes remained. “Thank you, Imara,” he said with a firm nod. “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you to come with me. It’ll be safer that way. I’ll send someone to keep an eye on your father.”Imara shook her head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “No, you don’t need to worry about him. Father… he prefers being alone. He usually lies to make sure I won’t fuss over him.” She grabbed h
★★★★★"You were with Rebecca?" Edward’s voice cut through the air, sharp but measured, as he fixed his piercing gaze on Imara. His dark eyes searched hers, but Imara refused to meet his look, her attention darting around the room instead. Her restless fingers fiddled with the hem of her jacket, an obvious tell that something was off. Anyone watching them would have easily pegged this as a date gone sour.“Yes,” Imara finally said, her voice barely audible. She brought her hands to the table, but her eyes stayed glued to the surface, tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood. “She dropped Ella and me at our homes after dinner.”Edward leaned forward slightly, his brows knitting together, though his tone remained controlled. “Hmmm,” he murmured, his composure wavering as the edges of his frustration began to show. “Do you have any idea where she might be now? Or if she met anyone while you were with her?”Imara’s head shot up briefly, her lips parting as if to speak, but then she
★★★★★The first picture stopped Edward in his tracks, his gaze freezing on the screen. It was Rebecca, embracing Connor in the middle of the road. Her arms were wrapped around him, her expression soft.The next image was worse. Connor’s lips pressed against Rebecca’s neck, her eyes closed as if savouring the moment. They were in a car, the angle of the shot suggesting it had been taken from a deliberate distance.Edward’s blood boiled. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He swallowed back the roar building in his chest, his mind spiralling into chaos. His fingers worked furiously, dialling Connor’s number.Out of reach.He growled under his breath and immediately tried Rebecca’s number. The same result.With a sharp exhale, Edward called Imara instead.“Edward?” Imara’s voice came through, calm and comforting as always. “What’s going on?”“Where are you?” Edward barked, his tone cutting through her pleasantries.“At home,” she replied cautiously. “Is there
★★★★★"You don’t have to lie to me," Edward hissed, his voice venomous, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to contain his rage. "I went deep, Mrs. Jonas—deep enough to uncover every detail. The resort, the night you spent with my father... everything. Each piece of evidence screams your name."Rebecca’s mother staggered backwards, her composure unravelling as a thread pulled too tight. Her legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of his words sank in. The sin she had buried, the one she had tried so desperately to forget, now loomed over her, undeniable and raw."Edward..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "It wasn’t... it wasn’t what you think.""Spare me the excuses," Edward snapped, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Do you have any idea what you did to my family? To my mother? You shattered her life, and for what? Your selfish desires?"Mrs Jonas covered her face with her hands; her sobs muffled but gut-wren