★★★★★ As the Elevator door opened, Rebecca stepped out she was entrapped by the guards, who had guns in their hands, and their guns all pointing at her. "Woman get back in the elevator. If you try to make another reckless move, we’ll have no choice but to shoot,” one of the guards warned, stepping forward with a steely gaze. "Listen, I need to talk to Edward just once. It’s important. Please try to understand!" Rebecca pleaded, folding her hand in front of them, her tears pouring out of her eyes. Her voice trembling. She was helpless, and if she could not meet Edward at this moment, she did not know where she would go for help. "You are not the first we are dealing with. Every day, there are many girls who appear in this building to meet our boss, and they have the same emotional request. Now listen to us and turn around," the same guard said slowly to make Rebecca understand that the bullet was faster than she thought. "I can't... you do not know my situation and I am not someon
★★★★★That night, when Rebecca arrived home, her breath caught in her throat as she saw her father sitting on the couch beside her mother. Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from the relief of seeing him free, but from the weight of guilt.There were so many things she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. Seeing her, Klein smiled softly and said, "Come here, sweetheart."Rebecca walked toward him. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Edward did my bail. I know he did it because of you," Klein said, breaking away from the hug. "I told you, all he needs is a little kindness. His heart isn't made of stone."Rebecca looked at her father and noticed the hope and trust in his old eyes- something instantly broke her heart because she was keeping him away from the truth. Klein continued, his eyes shining with hope. "Trust me, sweetheart, the more you talk to him, the more the relationship between you two will blossom. You’ll see.""Dad, indeed, he helps us today,
★★★★★ Rebecca didn’t pack much, careful not to raise suspicion with her parents. She called a cab, loaded her small luggage, and told her parents she’d be staying with a friend for a few days to clear her mind. Upon arriving at Edward’s house, the servants greeted her. Just the day before, they had been wary of her presence, especially in front of their master. Now, they had been informed she would be living under the same roof. They took her luggage to the other room. Rebecca sat on the couch, her palm pressed against her forehead, as a dull ache throbbed in her head. Just then, the head butler approached her and asked, "Miss Jonas, would you care for some tea?" "Actually..." Rebecca began to reply, but before she could finish, a sharp voice cut through the air, "What are you doing here?" Rebecca turned her head toward the entrance and saw Veronica standing there, her eyes widening in shock as she quickly rose from her seat. "I’m just here..." Rebecca stammered, scrambling for a
★★★★★Rebecca smiled hearing the man, adding, "You are the first person who said I can be a model. Thank you! But I doubt I’d fit into that role." “No one’s ever encouraged you! Take a look!” the man said, turning the camera toward Rebecca. She admired the photos; she truly looked beautiful crossing the road. The street light gave her face a soft glow. Rebecca withdrew her head from her pictures and said, “You’re a really talented photographer! Your work is impressive. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t post my pictures—I really hate attention!”"What? You’ll be popular once the photos go up on our website!" the man insisted, genuinely believing these pictures could secure a top spot in the competition. "No… please. It’s my request," Rebecca replied, firm in her decision. She did not want attention on her at all. Meanwhile, the queue dwindled, leaving her as the last person waiting."Okay!" The man replied and turned around, leaving Rebecca's side, but for some reason, Rebecca felt
★★★★★ "Connor, oh my God!" Rebecca exclaimed, her face lighting up with pure excitement as a wide smile spread across her lips. Connor was Edward's brother, adopted by Elder Harrington when he was just a child. Rebecca had watched him grow up until one day, he was sent abroad for his studies and never returned. She had asked about him countless times, but Grandfather always dodged the question, leaving her wondering what had really happened. And now, here he was, standing right in front of her. Connor moved swiftly toward Rebecca, arms wide open, but she stopped him with a sudden shout, "Wait! The food will ruin your clothes!" Quickly, Rebecca placed the cup down on the ground before she stepped into his embrace. Connor didn’t hesitate; he lifted her effortlessly off the ground, spinning her around as he laughed. "It's been too long, Rebecca!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy as he held her in the air. "Stop, stop!" Rebecca laughed, clinging to Connor's neck as he twirled
★★★★Rebecca gritted her teeth in anger as she followed him into his room. The first thing that caught her eye was a red thong carelessly discarded on the floor next to the bed. Her hand instinctively curled into a fist, fury boiling inside her, even though she was fully aware of his relationship with Veronica.He had married her just to torment her, making her feel utterly filthy. Withdrawing her gaze from the thong, Rebecca turned back toward the door and stood there, anger coursing through her. Meanwhile, Edward went into the bathroom to retrieve the medicine box. When he returned and saw her still standing outside, he couldn't help but notice how she had hesitated to follow him in.Then not minding about this matter, Edward paused at the door and handed her the medicine. "Here's a painkiller. Take one now and keep another for later," he said, reaching for a glass of water. But before he could offer it, Rebecca turned on her heel and walked away without saying a word."What the he
★★★★★The next morning, Rebecca was awakened by a knock on the door. Feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep, she stepped out of her room and was greeted by Connor, holding a bouquet. His skin glistened with sweat, and he was shirtless, his athletic build on full display, adding an undeniable charm. She couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, her cheeks warming as her thoughts wandered in directions she hadn’t expected.In the past, she might have teased him, but now he was no longer the boy she used to know—he was a grown man.“I don’t recall any special occasion that warrants flowers this early,” she remarked, her tone light. “And why are you so sweaty?”"I was out jogging and somehow took a liking to these flowers," Connor said with a playful smile, his eyes lingering on Rebecca’s messy yet endearing appearance. "Then I realized I had no one to give them to... until I got home.""Next time, if the flowers are not for me, I won't take them," Rebecca replied with a casual smi
★★★★★ The sudden outburst left everyone at the table stunned. The butler quickly served Connor, who chuckled and glanced at Edward. “Relax, Ed! I’m not in any rush,” he said, casually reaching for Rebecca’s half-finished juice. Edward’s jaw tightened, a flicker of frustration evident as his eyes locked on Rebecca. Just as he was about to speak, Veronica broke the silence. “I didn’t know Edward had a brother!” Veronica exclaimed, her surprise evident as she took in the striking man now comfortably seated beside Rebecca. "Well, that's because Edward’s always been secretive—and shy," Connor teased, a playful smirk on his face. "Just like he never mentioned you or how much he adored you until I saw you two on TV." Simultaneously, he sliced his omelette and placed a piece onto Rebecca’s plate. She shook her head to decline, but he insisted, "I asked the cook to make it for us both. Besides, I know how much you love omelettes for breakfast." "Thank you," Rebecca murmured. "How about we
★★★★★"Miss Jonas' name send you in trance?" Imara said with a teasing tone as she poured tea into the cups. The fresh smell of the tea spread fresh wings across the room, bringing Edward out of his thoughts.He rested his arm on the armrest, answering, "Two of you have a wide imagination, I must say. But it is not what you are thinking?""That's a shame! I love that girl," Turner said, grasping a teacup from Imara, who offered him a small cake with it."How about I choose her for Daniel, Imara? What do you think?" Turner asked, his tone had a hint of seriousness."Are you sure, Dad?" Imara answered; her gaze shifted from Turner to Edward and she saw his unwinded face became dark.Before she could say something to adjust the situation Edward stood up, saying, "I am done here. If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to reach out to me."The situation startled Imara, who instantly thought Edward got pissed because of their words. She put the cup down and got up, adding in a
★★★★★"Yes, Edward. How are you, Turner?" said Edward with a calm tone, making his way to Turner, who was sitting by the window, basking under the sun that poured its sunshine inside filtering through the window."I am well. I was waiting for you to come. My eyes longed to see your face," Turner said, his smile did not leave his face."Why did not you call or reach out to me?" Edward sat opposite him. He thought, wondering if he should look for him once. But how could he, his own life was so pressed by stuff. "My hands became weak," Turner mentioned looking at his hands, "I am suffering from....from," the frown appeared on his forehead. "Alzheimer!" The woman’s voice interrupted the conversation and Turner glanced toward the door. His smile bloomed as he nodded, "Yes, Alzheimer... thank you, Imara." His expression softened, "Ed, do you recall Imara," he shifted his gaze back to Edward. "Yeah... she has grown up fine, and she looks more like your wife," said Edward, lightening the m
★★★★"There is nothing to lie about, Miss Veronica. The boss doesn't care about anyone's opinion and feelings. If he does have something for Miss Rebecca, I think he would come out to the world openly and proudly. So all I can say to you is to wait and see," said Trevor patiently and collected all the files from the ground. "I can't lose him. I don’t know what I would do to the people he cares for," spat Veronica with anger, making her way to the exit. With both hands resting on the waist, Trevor could only sigh. It seemed to him Veronica had just called a war against Rebecca.Meanwhile, Edward relentlessly called Rebecca, but he did not get an answer from her, increasing the irritation in his head. "Damn it, pick up the phone!" Edward shouted, looking at the phone as the call kept ringing. The growing frustration in his head was punching his patience. As a result, the following second, he cut the call and punched the steering wheel hard. Exhaling, Edward dialled Trevor with a dark
★★★★★Edward clenched his fists and stared at Veronica for a moment, adding, "I do not love anyone. But it seems to me you are run over by your jealousy. How about you stop looking for me from now on? But that won't affect your career, nor the project my company has promised to you." The impatience in Edward’s eyes was apparent as if he wanted to follow Rebecca, who misunderstood him."What? No, you cannot do that to me... I am looking for you because I care for you, not because I want my career to thrive on your name," said Veronica, drawing close to the desk as her eyes flickered with fear instead of shock as if she had been expecting such an outcome for a long time."I am a very particular man who is always clear about his feelings. If you can recall, I have told you in one sentence that you cannot see me getting attached to you just because you are walking, running around me," Edward said clearly; his tone was firm, leaving no reason for Veronica to deny. And he grabbed his coat,
★★★★"I wish I could answer you. But seems like I am not really clever enough to understand you, Veronica. How about you allow me to grasp the information," said Rebecca with the same curt tone, her eyes narrowed, and glued on Veronica's face, trying to learn what's new she was cooking."I can see you haven't been home for a long time. It would be great if you got to know this from your father. Plus, I know Edward's grandfather wanted you to stay in Harrington Manor, but that doesn't mean you begin building your dream house there," said Veronica, her eyes mocking. In them, Rebecca could see victory as if Veronica was successfully separating Rebecca's intention from her innocent expression."I understand. Thank you," said Rebecca, and turned around, leaving the cabin. Edward quickly sent a text to Trevor because he did not want Rebecca to travel alone in such a situation."Babe, are you free today?" Veronica softly asked, taking a seat opposite Edward."I am not completely aware of my
★★★★Edward led Rebecca into his office, the soft glow of the table lamp illuminating the dark, polished wood of the room. He shut the door behind them, casting a brief glance at her pale, unsettled face. He knew taking her home would only give her space to spiral further into her thoughts. "You can sleep on the couch if you’re tired," he said, his tone unusually gentle, though it carried an underlying firmness. Rebecca, however, remained rooted in place, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Edward sighed, his voice dipping into a softer register as he tried to pull her from her internal whirlwind. "You’re obsessing over something invalid, Rebecca. Sometimes, things people say are nothing but empty words meant to rile you up." Rebecca snapped out of her daze, meeting his gaze defensively. "Invalid?" she repeated, her voice low but tense. "She didn’t seem like she was spewing nonsense... Don't you see her face? Her wide, fearful eyes make me th
★★★★ Rebecca and Edward arrived at the hospital to meet Martha. The more Rebecca walked toward Martha's ward the little heart inside her rib cage drummed loudly. Edward, on the other hand, emitted a chilling aura as he came to a stop in front of the ward. The moment he heard that Martha came to her senses by some miracle, he decided to hear the reasoning he was looking for without caring about her health or showing mercy to her situation. "Mr Harrington, the patient is very fragile. A small agitation could lead her life to end which is why I want to request you not to make her rattle with your words," the doctor's voice was below the whisper. "Once she is better, there will be plenty of time to get anything you want from her," a doctor who was in his mid-40s requested Edward to be a little gentle with the patient, his voice hopeful. Last night, he had seen Edward being an erupting volcano, which made him believe there was some animosity he had with the woman on the bed. Instead of
★★★★★"Shut up!" Kendell shouted, her face contorted in fury. Her fists clenched tightly to her sides, remembering how she dismissed her daughter's worries in the hospital. She thought it was impossible for Rebecca Jonas to ruin her daughter's happiness, but now it seemed she was wrong to judge the dirty intention of that girl."Don't you dare to act over-smart in front of me," Kendall snapped, unleashing her disdain with her eyes. Walking forward she diminished the distance between them and continued, "I cannot believe you and your daughter have no shame. Even though the man once broke off the engagement and left you to deal with the shame and people's mocking. Huh!" She paused to snigger, "You two care only about money.""Mind your language, Kendell! You're standing in my house and insulting me and my daughter; I am no saint," Rebecca's mother shot back, gritting her teeth."What are you going to do?" Kendall challenged Rebecca's mother, her eyes full of provocation. "Back then, you
★★★★★"Martha came to her senses this morning. Are you sure you don't want to tag along?" Edward said, glancing at Rebecca, noting the shift in her expression."Is she okay?" Rebecca questioned with a concerned tone that left Edward puzzled, and he turned at her, his eyes staring at the person who was concerned about the people who wanted to kill her, not once but twice."Why are you looking at me like that?" Questioned Rebecca, her lower lips curled into a pout as her frown displayed her deep confusion."She is not okay, but I need to talk to her," Edward replied curtly, turning around, "Don't just stand there if you want to go!""Hmm..." Rebecca replied, her lashes drooping a little as if a certain thought made a change in her feelings. She did not answer the way Edward thought, which prompted him to look in her direction again. "What is there to be scared about?" Edward asked.Rebecca looked up and answered, "I am not scared, I am thinking about the reason she did it. What if....