Simon's lips curled in disdain as he gripped Laura's chin. "Next time, remember to strip before you beg me. Got it?" he hissed, each word laced with cruelty.The humiliation hit Laura like scalding water, burning from the inside out. At that moment, she finally understood her place. She was nothing to him.How naive she had been to think she could threaten him by saying she'd leave the night before.With a wry smile, she lowered her gaze in resignation. Her fingers trembled as they found the zipper of her dress.She moved slowly and deliberately. Her beauty, heightened by her vulnerability, ignited a fire of desire within Simon.He reached for the remote and lowered the curtains. In the next second, he lifted her onto the desk.Laura was terrified. She hadn't expected him to stay in the office. He didn't even bother to head to the lounge.Tears welled in her eyes, and her heart shattered into pieces. Yet, she had no choice but to please Simon, to prove her sincerity.…By the
Suddenly, a face flashed through Jennifer's mind. She didn't want to believe it, but if the designer was right, she couldn't think of anyone else with a reason to do it—except Madison!After seeing the designer out, Jennifer summoned Madison. The young woman stood before her with her head down, looking anxious and timid."Mrs. Lance, did you need me?" Madison asked nervously.Jennifer's eyes turned cold as she demanded, "Madison, did you touch my gown after it was delivered yesterday?"Madison froze momentarily. Then, she shook her head, wide-eyed and innocent. "No, I didn't. What's wrong, Mrs. Lance?""Look at me." Jennifer's voice sharpened. "I'll ask you one more time. Did you touch my gown?""I didn't!" Madison burst into tears, her voice filled with hurt as she inquired, "What's going on, Mrs. Lance? I swear I didn't touch any of your things!"Right then, Camila descended the stairs, her voice laced with irritation. "What's with the commotion? Can't I get any peace around h
"Mrs. Lance, please don't call the police, okay? I-I was just curious. I'd never seen such an elegant gown before. I only wanted to take a closer look. But it wasn't me who ruined your dress," Madison explained.Camila finally sighed in relief. Thankfully, Madison still had some sense in her.However, Jennifer wasn't convinced. Her sharp gaze pierced through Madison's guilty expression, and she questioned sternly, "If that's true, why didn't you say so when I asked earlier? If you didn't do anything wrong, why did you lie and claim you never touched my gown?" Under the weight of Jennifer's relentless questioning, Madison broke down in tears. "Mrs. Lance, I swear, I didn't damage your dress! I only opened the box to take a look. If you think it was me, then show me some proof!"Seeing her reaction, Jennifer chuckled. "What's the matter? Dropping the innocent act already? I almost believed you were just a sweet, naive girl. But it seems when it really counts, you're just a stubborn
Maxwell was somewhat surprised. "Are you saying Madison ruined your gown? Why would she do something like that? There must be some kind of misunderstanding."Madison had always seemed so shy and quiet—barely able to lift her head. Could she really be capable of something like that?Jennifer glanced at him and replied, "Maybe you should ask your mother. Find out why she brought Madison here in the first place. What's she really up to?"Maxwell went quiet for a moment. He thought it over before finally nodding. "If Madison really has bad intentions, there's no way she can stay."With that, he patted Jennifer on the shoulder. "I'll talk to my mom and make sure she sends Madison away."His response caught Jennifer off guard, and warmth spread through her as she asked, "You believe me? You're really going to take my side?""You're my wife. Of course, I'm on your side. Who else would I be with?" Maxwell responded gently. "Don't read too much into this. Madison probably acted out of her
Maxwell calmly listened as Camila vented her frustrations. Moments later, his gaze fell on Madison, who had kept her head down and remained silent the entire time.He approached her slowly, casting a condescending glare. "Everything happened because of you. I can't tolerate anyone who brings trouble into this house. I don't care why you did that, but you need to leave by tomorrow. Otherwise, we'll have to call the police.""No, Mr. Lance! It really wasn't me! I didn't do anything!" Madison dropped to her knees, and her face twisted in distress.Her voice broke with sobs as she continued, "I don't understand why Mrs. Lance would accuse me. I swear, I didn't do anything! You and Mrs. Lance have been so good to me. How could I ever do something like that?"Maxwell felt a surge of irritation as her cries filled the air.Right then, Camila stepped in to defend Madison. Her finger trembled as she pointed at them. "Now I see what it's like to be pushed aside after getting married!"You
As he listened, the weight of guilt pressed down on Maxwell. He then lowered his head to kiss Jennifer. "You should have told me sooner. The truth is, I've stayed in this villa all this time because it was a gift from my grandfather when I turned 18. I've been living alone ever since. Before I met you, this place felt like just a house, but now it feels like a home for both of us."The thought of Robert brought tears to Jennifer's eyes, leaving her engulfed in sadness.She wondered how different things might have been if Robert were still alive. Would Camila still have the audacity to make things difficult for her at every turn?Maxwell wiped away Jennifer's tears and said softly, "You're right. There are too many painful memories here. Let's move to a new place. As long as you're happy, I'm all in. But…""But what?" Jennifer asked with curiosity.Maxwell playfully pinched her cheek before replying, "I've been waiting a long time for our marriage certificate. Honey, we must take
Camila stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a moment, before responding with sharp sarcasm. "Well, you've all had your say, so what's left for me to add? "I'm not blind. I know someone here doesn't want to live with me, let alone take care of me!"Maxwell massaged his temples and replied, "Mom, how can you say that? Just because Jennifer and I move out doesn't mean we won't come visit. It's normal for married couples to have their own places these days. And, let's be real, you've never really liked Jennifer, have you?"At that moment, Madison quietly interjected, "It's just a misunderstanding between Madam Camila and Mrs. Lance. She really does like her. Now that Madam Camila has finally reunited with you, Mr. Lance, I'm sure she doesn't want to go through the pain of losing you again."But instead of calming the situation, her words only drew a sharp look from Maxwell."Did anyone ask for your input? Madison, know your place!" he chided.Her face flushed bright red. In the nex
"We're moving into a new home?" Cassidy exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. She blinked and then asked, "But why?""It's because our new house is near the amusement park. Once we settle in, we can take you there often!" Jennifer responded with a smile, intent on sparing the little girl from any negative views about relationships with one's mother-in-law. "Really?" Cassidy was overjoyed upon hearing that. She then cheered and clapped her hands in delight.At that moment, Maxwell descended the stairs alone.Jennifer approached him and asked, "Does Mom still not want to come with us?"Maxwell nodded. "Every time I ask her to join us, she shuts it down. It feels like it's more than just about us moving.""I've noticed that too," Jennifer replied. She, too, found it odd. "It's as if she's afraid to step outside at all. But she can't stay cooped up at home forever, can she? That's practically like being in prison."Maxwell sighed. "Do you think it's because she was kidnapped be