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★★★★★Rebecca took a bath and wore the same dress from the day before, even though she was provided with a silk gown to wear. It was crafted from the finest, the kind Edward always preferred. This was why she hated it. She came down to the hall where Elder Harrington was waiting for her; seeing her, he smiled, the skin wrinkled around the eyes, displaying his age and affection. Rebecca vividly remembered the day he warned her father that he would not like to see tears in her eyes because she was his precious granddaughter."Come here, Rebecca. See the dishes the cook prepared just for you," Grandfather excitedly said. Rebecca smiled with a nod, adding, "Grandpa, my tastes have changed a lot over the years." "Changed regarding men, I get it," Grandfather said with a playful wink, "But your taste buds cannot forget the creamy pumpkin soup," Grandfather said and shifted his head to the helper, who understanding the gaze, instantly took the lid away from the pumpkin soup, releasing a s
★★★★ Rebecca’s words ignited the fury Edward had been holding back, and it exploded with a venomous threat. "Since you'd prefer public disgrace over marrying me, then that's exactly what you’ll get," he snarled, his glare searing into her before he stormed out of the room. "Rebecca, don’t take him seriously. He didn’t mean it," Edward’s grandfather spoke quickly, his voice edged with concern, though inwardly he seethed, wanting nothing more than to slap some sense into his grandson. “He meant every word, Grandpa. We both know him too well,” Rebecca said softly, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable sadness. “I understand what you’re hoping for, but I can’t sacrifice my self-worth. I won’t insult. Myself by marrying your grandson. He’s not the right man for me, but I’ll always be your granddaughter like I was before. If you want to see me, if there’s anything you need, let’s meet at your house. That place holds real meaning for me.” With a heavy heart, she pushed her chair b
★★★★Rebecca's voice cracked with fury as she nearly screamed into the phone, "How dare you turn your back on us when you made a deal!"Henrick's voice came through, calm but laced with smugness. "Oh, Miss Jonas, I was concerned when you didn’t return to my cabin. I searched, but... well, you were gone from the casino. Naturally, I assumed you’d lost interest in the deal. How could I possibly be blamed for that?""Shut your mouth! This will not end well, Henrick!" Rebecca’s control snapped, her rage pouring through every word as her grip tightened on the phone, wishing she could throttle him through the line."How about we made another deal, Miss Jonas? I know... your anger comes from the desperation since Money is now everything to your family," Henrick paused; there was an eerie calmness in between his next words, "How about you come to my room in Burkins Hotel, where I have a personal penthouse. We could... discuss terms more personally.""You slimy Bastard!" she seethed through cl
★★★★★ 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
★★★★The last string of his patience was ripped apart as soon as her words drifted into his ears. His dull eyes deepened as he moved ahead, approaching Rebecca. His hand slid around her waist and he pulled her into his chest, causing Rebecca to be swallowed by his cold aura.His action was abrupt and terrifying, which made Rebecca panic, and she was about to shout at him. But his unsettled voice near her ear pinched her voice, "You do not think before you speak, do you? It's not a wise move to step on my sanity every minute. As long as you are my wife, no man will touch you unless they want their death note from me." The hair on her nap stood up. The proud heart finally thumped, prompting her to grasp through her lips."You won't do anything like that nor do I care about the phrase you have just mentioned. As long as I feel the man is desirable, I won't mind being with them. Guilt is not in my dictionary, " said Rebecca raising her chin as the coldness crossed her eyes.Placing her ha
★★★★★Later that night, Rebecca arrived at the Harrington Manor; her mood was pretty relaxed since she had two beers on her way, and the cab driver was pretty funny. She made her way to the door, holding an almost-finished beer bottle. She hummed a song, making her way to her room, the lights were dim in the hall, but it was not her concern. She threw her heels next to a rack and massaged her neck as it felt sore. But before she put down the bottle, the bright light in the hall flickered abruptly in her eyes, making her groan.She looked behind to find out who turned on the light and ruined her soft mood, her eyes met with Edward's cold eyes. His face was hard as stone as if someone stole his precious arrogance. The thought made her chuckle, but she quickly put a stop to it. "I was walking fine. My sight wasn't hindered because of the low brightness," She said in a casual tone, dismissing the different aura he was emitting. "Good night!" She said and turned around to go to her room
★★★★★ "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
★★★★★"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