Lucy lingered a moment longer, watching Matthew's peaceful, sleeping face on the screen before ending the video call. The aroma wafting up from the kitchen reminded her that Cillian had dinner waiting downstairs.She descended the stairs to the first-floor lobby, which had been transformed into a cozy dining area by the mother and daughter. It was a welcoming space for their guests to enjoy their meals.As Lucy neared the table, her eyes widened at the sight of the spread before her. Cillian had downplayed his cooking plans, mentioning only ribs, potatoes, and soup. She did not expect that such simple home-cooked food would have its own flair when made by Cillian.The ribs were juicy and glossy due to the sauce, looking like utter perfection. They had an enticing aroma. There was also mashed potatoes on the table. Cillian had added some bacon to the potatoes, making the potatoes exceptionally flavorful. The mushroom soup was a far cry from the watery rendition one might find in
Lucy's coughing fit finally subsided as she accepted the water from Cillian. She downed it in one swift gulp. She then shot him a mock accusing glare. "This is all your fault. I wouldn't have choked if I hadn't been talking to you!"Looking at her playful stare, Cillian could not help but feel a tad sheepish. He averted his eyes.The rest of the dinner passed in peaceful silence, with both of them finishing their meal without further incident.After dinner, Lucy rose to clear the dishes, but Cillian stopped her. "Leave the dishes to me. You head upstairs, relax a bit, and maybe take a nap—whatever you like."Lucy touched her cheek, feeling a bit guilty. "I can't let you cook and clean. I'll be totally spoiled at this rate."With a resigned shake of his head, Cillian insisted, "You shouldn't be dealing with water and soap. That'll roughen your hands, and not even the best hand cream will be able to fix that."Lucy always marveled at how thoughtful Cillian was. He was the epitome o
Lucy did not dwell on it and happily trailed behind Little Milton, the little kitten who pranced about with the joy of newfound freedom. It basked in the cozy twilight.As she took in her surroundings, her satisfaction with the quaint guest house she had chosen grew. The place was a hidden gem, surrounded by lush scenery.Upon a second glance, the area was not just brimming with flowers but also boasted several small parks. There were enough neighbors around to make safety concerns a non-issue.However, just as she was patting herself on the back, Lucy abruptly retracted her mental compliment. What was she thinking? Her choice was far from perfect.From afar, she spotted a man who seemed to be bathed in a white halo.It might sound odd, but to put it simply, he was dressed in such a stark white that it seemed no other color dared to come close to him. That was Augustus, the very man Lucy had recently had a premonition about.Augustus' fashion choice today was bizarre, to say the
With a courteous nod, Lucy painted a clear picture for Augustus of what it meant to give a fake smile."Mr. Scruggs, is there something you wanted to talk about?"She inwardly groaned, praying not to get trapped in another pointless conversation like the one that morning. It had been filled with nonsensical chatter that dragged on forever.Cillian was at home waiting for her, and if she was late, he would surely start to worry—especially with how overprotective he had been lately.A headache began to form. She was not a child, after all. Regardless, she really did not feel like speaking to the man before her.Oblivious to Lucy's discomfort, Augustus cheerfully asked, "I actually have a matter to discuss. Also, I was wondering if you might come over to my place?"Alarm bells rang in Lucy's head. What was he implying? Inviting a near-stranger to his home… Were Charleston folks always so welcoming?That could not be right. She had heard that Charleston locals were known for being a
Lucy had reluctantly given her number to Augustus. Right after that, she found herself in a foul mood. Staring blankly at Augustus' number in her call history, she resolved to change her number as soon as she got back.Clutching the kitten, Lucy walked into the guest house where she was staying. The scowl on her face startled, Cillian. He asked gently, "What's troubling you? You look really upset."Lucy just shook her head and let out a weary sigh. She did not want to burden Cillian with her troubles, so she kept quiet.However, her obvious distress was exactly what worried Cillian. If he knew what was bothering her, he could handle it. However, her silence only made his imagination run wild."Lucy, please, I'm seriously worried about you," Cillian implored.Lucy's frown deepened as she stubbornly shook her head once more. It was just some creep who had gotten her number. She would change it soon enough, and then it would be fine.Cillian was at a loss watching Lucy's defiant sta
With no answer from Matthew, Lucy resorted to leaving a voicemail."Hey Matthew, it's Lucy. I'm about to switch my phone number. I'll call you again tomorrow at the same time. Keep an eye out for a new number, okay?" she said.With the message left, she ended the call. She felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.…Meanwhile, a stone's throw from Lucy's guest home, Augustus was practically skipping back to his mansion. He could not wait to show Theodore his latest find. "Guess what I've got," he beamed, holding up his phone.Theodore, distracted from his reading, eyed the phone with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "What's that? Not another lady friend of yours, I hope? Just so you know, I'm not interested in your conquests."Augustus' smile was stuck on his face, awkward and stiff. He had jumped through hoops and even begged to get the contact info Theodore had asked for. This was the thanks he got? He let the fake grin drop and slowly pocketed his phone, s
Holding back a mix of feelings, Augustus tossed his phone at Theodore. His voice was laced with annoyance. "Here, just take it. The first number's hers. And don't you dare use that tone with me again. I can't stand it!"Theodore did not give a second thought to Augustus' peeved expression. He had what he wanted, and that was all that mattered. Why worry about Augustus, right?He snapped back to his usual serious and precise self. He unlocked Augustus' phone with a small smile playing on his lips.Now that he had the woman's number, he could invite her out. Meeting her face-to-face would make it easier to get that DNA test done.If she really was his sister, then their mother could finally stop crying herself to sleep.Theodore gazed at the number on the screen, his emotions a tangled mess. He hesitated, but his desire to know the truth pushed him to make the call.He did not hold much hope, but Theodore was willing to bet on that long shot.The phone rang and rang, and with each
However, all the regret in the world was pointless then. …Lucy, having woken up the next day, had already tossed the whole episode to the back of her mind.It was not long before she was out. She went to change her phone number with Cillian tagging along."Why do you have to come with me?" Lucy grumbled as they walked. "I'm just changing my phone number, that's all."Cillian gave a resigned shrug. If he could have it his way, he would have let Lucy handle it on her own.Lucy was in a foul mood, and Cillian knew better than to stir the pot by bringing up old issues. Instead, he chose wisely to keep his mouth shut.Without anyone clarifying things for her, Lucy grumbled under her breath for a bit before falling silent.Lucy only retained her memories up until her freshman year of college. She became more spirited, a touch more naive, and had shed her tough-as-nails businesswoman persona.They pulled up to the place where Lucy could get a new phone number. Cillian hopped out of
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