Lucy, the talk of the town, was blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding. She was happily immersed in her work. Her company was climbing the ranks, and she was getting closer to her dream.The non-stop work was taking its toll, however. She massaged her temples, feeling worn out."Why am I so exhausted?" she wondered with a frown. She had not felt this tired before. Maybe it was the relief from her recent success that made her body hit a wall. She pondered the thought and decided it was quite likely.She made up her mind to take a well-deserved break today.Stepping out of her office, she told her team, "I'm heading out early today. Once you're done with your tasks, you can head out too. No need to burn the midnight oil."She had no idea how her words would stun her staff, leaving some with their mouths hanging open in disbelief.Was she really Lucy? She was giving them a break from overtime?"The workaholic boss has finally decided to give us a day off? So, we don't have to st
Lucy's face took on a funny color. Why did Chelsea's voice sound like that?Then, from the other end of the phone came a weird creaking sound. It was as if someone was moving furniture around.Lucy's face changed. She was a grown-up. Surely, she knew what was going on!Feeling super awkward, Lucy realized she might have just interrupted her best friend's private moment.With a guilty voice, she quickly told Chelsea on the phone, "Never mind, you go back to what you were doing."After hanging up, her cheeks were still pink with embarrassment.Oh gosh, that was so awkward.Lucy patted her cheeks, trying her best to shake off the embarrassing moment.If Chelsea was busy, who else could she hang out with?That was when Lucy felt a bit lost. Chelsea was her only close friend. Her other friends? Well, they were all busy with work on weekdays. She could not just ask them to skip work to hang out with her.Lucy was really stumped. She thought hard about who else could keep her compan
In Charleston, Charlotte held her brand-new phone, her smile looking mysterious.'So, it's Lucy? Now I get it. She's the lost princess of the royals. 'But don't you worry, sweetheart. I won't let you waltz back into the palace.' Charlotte had shadows in her eyes, a sign she had been holding a grudge against Lucy for ages. They had never even met and did not even know what the other was like, but because of clashing interests, Charlotte was itching to get Lucy out of the picture.Once she was sure who Lucy was, Charlotte did not waste any time. She sent a million bucks to a certain account and sent a message: [I want her gone. Make it look like an accident.]Then, she sent over Lucy's details.The reply came quickly: [Not enough. She's Matthew's wife, and she's got top-notch guards. A million won't do it.]Charlotte was fuming. That was a big chunk of her savings. Spending more meant cutting back on her shopping.If Lucy got cozy with the royals, Charlotte's own status was on
Cillian and Lucy were walking next to each other, keeping just the right amount of space between them. Neither of them said a word.Lucy started to feel a little awkward as she walked by his side. She thought to herself, 'Oh no, Cillian and I are just people who know each other. At best, we're just former classmates. Why did I even come here to see him?' she wondered. The silence was getting so awkward that Lucy wished she could just disappear.Just then, Cillian looked at her with a warm smile and asked, "Did you come to see me today to have some fun? I can show you around."Lucy was relieved and replied quickly, "It's been ages since I've been back to the campus. I don't even know what it looks like around the university anymore. Could you give me a tour?"Cillian smiled politely and said, "Sure, I'll give you a great tour."There's a really cool amusement park that opened up near the university. The haunted house there is supposed to be amazing," he added casually.Cillian k
Cillian and Lucy walked back to the car, shoulder to shoulder. This time, Cillian was in the driver's seat, and Lucy sat beside him. They were having a great time talking.The car gently merged onto the highway.Cillian stopped the conversation with Lucy to pay more attention to driving. It was always better to be careful on the road to avoid accidents. Perhaps Cillian had accidentally cursed their trip.Even though they were on the highway, a huge truck appeared out of nowhere and slammed into the passenger side with a thunderous crash.Both Lucy's and Cillian's heads throbbed with pain as the airbags popped out. They blacked out in the car.Other drivers nearby were shocked by the crash. They quickly called for help and circled around the big truck.The person in the truck did not try to run away. Trembling, he dropped a spade symbol at the crash site and then breathed his last.The ambulance arrived in no time. Lucy, Cillian, and the truck driver were all rushed inside. The
"Why would anyone want to hurt Cillian? He's just a regular college kid," Leroy wondered aloud, barely holding back his urge to scoff. He had never even heard of something called the Spade Organization. Were there still actual assassin groups out there in this day and age?The man on the other end of the line, Leroy's dad, seemed to read his mind with ease."Assassin organizations are still a thing, you know. They're like mercenaries you hear about in other countries. I didn't buy into the idea of assassin organizations at first either.""You believe in them now?"Leroy could not hide his skepticism. It reminded him of how some people said they did not believe in spirits or gods, yet they were the first to pray when exam day rolled around. "Don't you dare interrupt me, young man," Barock snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. "You'd better listen and take this seriously. I'm not kidding around."Barock's voice turned stern. "The Spade Organization is a big deal. They're an assas
If they were not after him… Cillian's worried gaze turned to Lucy, who was still sleeping peacefully.They had to be after Lucy. His heart sank. The wife of Leon Corporation's CEO was definitely a target worth chasing.A surge of anger bubbled up inside him. How could Matthew let this happen to his wife?He had left Lucy in Matthew's care, keeping his own feelings locked away. Now, because of Matthew, Lucy was hurt.What Cillian did not know was that it was not Matthew's fault at all.Matthew was super protective of his wife and always had a bunch of bodyguards around her. This whole mess happened just because Lucy stepped out without her guards to look for Cillian.Cillian was in the dark about that.Seeing his beloved hurt made him furious, and he desperately needed to blame someone. Matthew was the perfect target.He took a deep breath, trying to cool down. He told Leroy, "I think I've got a clue now."Leroy's face was full of shock as he stared at Cillian. "No way. You're
The employee at Leon Corporation had just been hung up on and was feeling unsure. Should she tell Mr. Leon about the call? The man on the other end had warned that if the CEO did not hear about this and the news turned out to be true, there would be trouble.The woman took a deep breath and dialed the CEO's private line. This number was usually only dialed by the supervisors. Even though everyone knew it, no one else ever dared to dial it.This was her first time making such a call, and she was really nervous.The call was answered quickly, and Matthew's clear voice came through. "What is it?"The sound of the CEO's cold voice made the employee worry even more. She wondered if she might lose her job for sharing this news.With her heart pounding, she said to the CEO, "I just got a call. A man named Cillian said he and your wife got into a car accident. They're at the First People's Hospital now, and he said you should come fast."There was a brief silence on the line, then the so
As Gabriella examined the luxurious clothes, bags, shoes, and pants, she could not help but feel that Lucy was completely unappreciative of such treasures. She failed to utilize them to enhance her appearance! They spent quite a while going through the various garments and accessories, yet there were still items they had not finished checking out.Lucy gave an awkward smile, acknowledging her own laziness. After a long search, Gabriella finally found a piece that caught her eye. As she checked the tag, she was surprised to find that the dress was designed by a renowned French designer. It featured a V-neck, with simple yet elegant sleeves that revealed a hint of Lucy's arms, while the skirt was a refined and tailored fit.Gabriella held up the dress against Lucy, murmuring to herself, “Hmm, this one’s nice! You should try it on!” Even though she spoke to Lucy in a tone reminiscent of an older sister, she still maintained her authority as a mother-in-law. It made her words both
Since the previous incident, Lucy had become increasingly attentive to her children. She watched over them at nearly every moment. She feared that Charlotte might seize any chance to harm the children, so she remained vigilant and meticulous, avoiding any lapses. In her eyes, Matthew Leon and the children represented her entire world, and she could not afford even the slightest mishap.One day, Gabriella Sharpe visited their home. She arrived as lively as ever, wearing impeccably applied makeup that included an expensive shade of lipstick. Her appearance radiated the elegance of a woman of high social standing, making her stand out among the people on the street.Lucy welcomed Gabriella warmly, treating her with utmost respect. It created an atmosphere of family harmony. Gabriella settled into a chair, savoring the fruit that Lucy offered her. She held Johnny closely, reluctant to part with him. She showered him with compliments and laughter."Mom, you seem to be in a great mood l
Matthew noticed Lucy’s absent-mindedness and asked gently, "Lulu, what’s on your mind?"“Oh, nothing… I just think what happened to Charlotte is so sudden,” Lucy replied.“Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with us. She was always trying to harm you. Her fate is something she brought upon herself.” Matthew patted her head comfortingly.However, Lucy found it suspicious. Although the news reported Charlotte’s assassination and that the monastery had burned down to ashes, it did not mention her body. That kind of crucial detail would not have been overlooked by the media.Matthew had also considered this possibility, but he had kept it to himself to avoid alarming Lucy. Charlotte had been sent to the monastery because of him and Lucy, and she had to harbor a deep hatred for them. If she managed to orchestrate her own escape, what if she was now seeking help from Spades to target Lucy? That would be dangerous.“Lulu, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you or the ch
With nothing left to hold onto, Charlotte walked down the empty streets, her heart heavy with despair. She wore a black veil that covered her completely, revealing only her eyes. She even had on dark sunglasses. She dared not walk in the open or be seen, nor did she dare expose Juliana’s crimes to the world.She used to be a princess. Everything she had done, every privilege and indulgence, was backed by Arthur and Juliana’s love and permission. Now that her supporters had betrayed her, what right did she have to be reckless or demand anything? Surviving itself was a luxury. How could she even think of acting willfully?As she wandered in anguish, Charlotte found herself by the river. She remembered coming here with Arthur and Juliana when she was a child, laughing and walking along the bank. Now, each memory felt painfully ironic, and every kiss from Juliana seemed sickening. How could her world be so false? How could even the people she trusted most turn against her?Charlotte cou
Charlotte continued to hide within the castle, unwilling to leave and equally unwilling to let anyone know she was alive—unless they promised never to send her back to the monastery. However, she doubted that would happen, so she kept to the shadows. After all, the castle had plenty of food. It was far better than anything at the monastery.One night, Charlotte quietly slipped into Arthur and Juliana's bedroom. To her surprise, Arthur was not there, and only Juliana was present. 'Dad must be too upset to sleep,' Charlotte thought. She knew him well—whenever he was troubled, he would retreat to the study rather than go to bed.As she watched her beloved mother, a tiny bit of her resolve wavered. Juliana looked utterly exhausted, as if she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. Charlotte had a sudden urge to go in and comfort her, but she knew that was impossible. Charlotte realized that seeing someone through a wall of separation was the most painful thing of all.Just as
The next morning, news of the assassination attempt on Charlotte was sensationalized across all media outlets. The internet was flooded with headlines about her close brush with death, sparking worldwide shock. No one could believe that Charlotte, notorious for her arrogance and harsh treatment of offenders, could have been targeted like this. Many who resented her strict, often cruel ways were both thrilled and stunned by the news. The royal family immediately tightened security at the monastery, dispatching a large police force to investigate what had happened. The monastery became a focal point of public intrigue.“What? That's impossible! How could there be no trace?” Juliana exclaimed in disbelief. Standing before her was the chief forensic investigator.“Yes, Your Majesty, there's no sign of Princess Charlotte’s remains,” the investigator confirmed firmly.“Fine, I understand. Leave me, and keep me informed if anything changes,” Juliana replied, pressing her fingers to her
As the footsteps came closer, Charlotte held her breath, not daring to make a sound. Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared—it was clear they were targeting her. She watched as the figure approached the bed, moving so quietly it was as if they made no sound at all. What could they possibly be planning? Surely, the headmistress would not go this far?The figure drew closer to the bed, bundled up the pillows and blankets, and then doused something over them. Charlotte could smell it—it was gasoline! Was the headmistress planning to kill her to silence her? She froze, unable to move. The shadow struck a match and dropped it onto the bed. In an instant, flames surged up from the blankets.In the fire’s glow, Charlotte could make out that it was not the headmistress but a man. After setting the fire, he quickly slipped away without making a single sound. Charlotte crept out while stifling a cough, afraid he might hear and return. The flames grew quickly, engulfing the bed and spreading t
Over the past year or so, Charlotte had gradually come to understand that the world was not just about picturesque landscapes and lavish feasts. In the shadows, beyond her sight, lay a world full of schemes and deception. Despite her ongoing attempts to plot against Lucy Quinn, she had not noticed this aspect at all until she arrived at the monastery. Here, she realized how dark human nature could truly be.The women at the monastery constantly criticized and belittled her, while the headmistress was corrupt, using her position for personal vendettas. She was also driven by greed for wealth and status. All Charlotte wanted was to escape this dreadful place and return to her castle. She wanted to go back to her plush, comfortable bed. There, she led a life surrounded by maids tending to her every need.Thinking of this, she remembered Lucy and envisioned her seated in her rightful place, basking in the affection of Arthur and Juliana. She could see Lucy's haughty expression starin
In a moment of heat, Charlotte blurted everything out. Joan was dumbfounded! Was this really Charlotte? She usually did not talk this much, did she? It was not just Joan who was shocked; the headmistress across from Charlotte was equally taken aback. Charlotte was usually so obedient. How had her tongue turned so venomous today? The headmistress was left speechless as every word Charlotte said was so reasonable that no one could argue against it, and it even warranted some compliments! Although Charlotte was confronting the headmistress, each of her statements felt like a plea for justice.Charlotte was not done yet and continued, “Since you know I’m a princess, you should give me some consideration. Yet, in reality, I’m the one giving you all the consideration. Is that reasonable?” Charlotte’s arguments were layered and logical, her thoughts clear. It left the headmistress in a muddle while Joan looked on with envy! The headmistress glanced at Charlotte, feeling quite displease