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★★★★★"Is there something wrong?" Rebecca questioned, drawing her brows together in confusion. "Do you know me?" Rebecca could not remember seeing this old woman or having an interaction in Harrington's house.'then how could she scare her.' Rebecca pondered."No, my sight is old. I mistaken you with someone else. Forgive me for my unnatural reaction," the old woman hurriedly said, bowing her head a little in front of Rebecca."You do not need to be sorry for your reaction. I did not mind, just got curious a little," Rebecca said with a pause, her eyes noting how the woman was rubbing her palm nervously. She asked in an easy tone to calm the woman, "How long have you been working here?""My husband is the caretaker of this cottage and I came in the morning!" The old woman replied, "Is there anything you want to eat? I will make it for you!""No, thank you! I'm just here for a glass of water!" Rebecca said. Though she could take the situation casually, in the end, she could not, as a
★★★★★Rebecca began chopping the vegetables on the chopping board. Her face was contorted in anger. Earlier, she did not want to add vegetables to her noodles, but now she believed someone else would not let her eat alone. Hence. she was going to add vegetables to her noodles, which would ruin his mood.Suddenly, her thought was interrupted by the same old lady, who said, "Madam, you should have asked me to make something for you because this is what I am here for."Rebecca looked up, startled for a moment, before replying, "Oh, it’s alright. Just a bit of noodle—I’ll be done in a minute.""I cannot see that you working in the kitchen. How about me taking the responsibility to serve you the tastiest noodles ever? You won't regret it," the old woman said, her eyes showing warmth, which made Rebecca forget the earlier interaction with her. "Are you sure because I am almost finished?!" Rebecca said with a kind tone. "I am, Miss. This is my job, let me do it. In the meantime, you can en
★★★★★Rebecca was about to serve the noodles but was interrupted by Martha, who said, "Let me do it!" As she took the spoon from Rebecca's hand. She served noodles first to Edward from the yellow bowl, then served her the noodles from the white bowl.Though it was not something to be cared about, an unannounced worry did creep up on Rebecca. "This noodles is not spicy at all, that is why I served this to sir. But yours has spice unless you cannot handle the spice as well," Martha politely asked, holding a genuine smile on her lips that again distracted Rebecca."No, I am cool with the spice," Rebecca replied, returning a smile to Martha. She stole a glance at Edward and noticed he had already started eating, not bothering to thank her or even waiting for her to begin. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she brushed it off, focusing back on her food.Shaking her head, she grabbed her fork and twirled the noodles around it and was about to put it in her mouth, when suddenly he
★★★ Rebecca finished the noodles on her plate, acknowledging the taste Martha mentioned earlier. The noodles were not only well seasoned but also wrapped with mild spiciness that prompted her to finish it. She decided to praise Martha by herself for her extraordinary cooking. Quickly, she gathered all the bowls and Edwards half-eaten noodles. As she walked into the kitchen she did not see Martha. Her eyes wandered around, noticing the back door was open. Hence, she quickly rushed to the door and opened it in order to find Martha, but the woman was nowhere in her sight. Rebecca thought to call her, panicking a little, thinking whether the woman was fine or not. "Mar..." Rebecca coughed violently. She rushed back inside and grabbed a glass, holding it under the tap. 'COUGH! COUGH!' Rebecca started coughing frighteningly. She felt her chest constricted, making it hard for her to breathe. She was about to drink the water, but at that same moment, she coughed hard, and blood came out o
★★★★"Let go of the collar, Connor!" Edward growled at piercing eyes that were covered with coldness and anger."No!" Connor snapped, "Why is it that every time she is with you, something happens to her? Now she has been taken to the emergency, who is the reason for it?" Connor accused and pushed Edward's shoulder again on the wall.The following second, Edward seized Connor's neck and moved his body around. With a shove, he pushed Connor against the wall and thundered in his face, "I don't know! She was fine when she was talking with you on the phone then I went to my room to get ready for the office. I was about to leave the house because you were coming to pick her up, that was when I found her on the floor.""Sir, you cannot fight in the Hospital. We have patients here. I don't want to call the authorities to remove you from the arena," a security officer interjected as she approached Edward and Connor, giving them a warning.Edward let go of Connor's collar and stepped away from
★★★★★ FLASHBACK "Martha, tell me how did you get this information?" Lindsey Harrington grabbed hold of Martha's hand and asked, her voice was heavy with worries and fear. "Edward is my only son, Martha," his mother said, her voice thick with desperation. "I prayed for this child for years—I visited every spiritual place, begged every deity to bless me with him. And now... I just need some answers." "You remember that old man you visited when you were six months pregnant with a young master in Sicua Valley in the Netherlands," Martha said as she poured water for Martha and held it in front of her mouth. Edward's mother nodded slowly, accepting the glass. "Yes," she murmured, a doubtful frown appeared on her forehead. "People said that one wish would be granted to those who made the journey to meet him. It was such a peaceful trip... and that man blessed my son. He spoke of the greatness my child would achieve, and every word turned out just as he predicted." "Humm...." Ma
★★★★★Late at night, a tall person wearing scrubs entered the ward where Rebecca was sleeping. Though Edward hired a nurse to take care of Rebecca throughout the night, she was called to the ground floor by the security guard, who told her someone had just delivered a parcel in her name.She was confused for a while before deciding to go since it would take only a couple of minutes to return to the ward.The man looked around the room before slowly heading toward the bed. He wore his gloves in his hand, and his eyes had stillness as if it was not his fast. The movement was not only slow but too controlled, and his hand drew closer to Rebecca's neck to choke her to death in her sleep. It would be less hassle and smoother.As soon as his finger brushed against her skin, Rebecca opened her eyes sharply and grabbed hold of his hand. Her action startled the man in a way he forgot to take action. He looked at the entrance before pushing Rebecca's hand away from his palm and gripping her thr
★★★★★ Edward twisted the man's arm behind his back, pulling with a ruthless force. The man let out a howl as bone-grinding pain shot through his shoulder joint. "Stop! Let go of my arm!" he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. However, there was no mercy Edward had written for him. With two more pulls, he snapped his joint before letting his hand go, which was now dangling to the side. The Mask man fell to the ground and trembled in pain, his yelp grew louder and louder. Edward looked at one of his men and ordered, "Remove the mask, then kick his face until he is willing to speak about why he wanted to kill her and who sent him here!" Edward's man nodded, yanked off the mask, and delivered a hard kick to the man's head with his heel. "Stop! Stop! I'll tell you!" the man cried out, raising his uninjured hand in surrender. At his words, they halted their assault, allowing him to inch back, his gaze shifting fearfully toward Edward. "I don't know the people personally but th
★★★★★"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