Putting a Ring on Someone Else

My father was Tristan Scott's driver. Ten years ago, he was stabbed to death when saving Tristan during an abduction attempt.Tristan held me tightly and promised, "On behalf of your father, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."Later on, my mother fell ill from worry, and her cancer relapsed. She hoped to see Tristan and me getting married before she passed away, but on the day of our wedding, Tristan left me at the altar.I tearfully pleaded with him to try and stop him from leaving, but he declared with a sneer, "By now, you should be satisfied with the amount of wealth and glory you've gotten in exchange for your father's life! How dare you even think about getting married to me? In your dreams!"In the end, Mom died before she could see Tristan put the wedding ring on me as she had hoped.That night, Tristan's assistant, Sally Cunningham, updated her social media account. She uploaded a photo of her and Tristan with their faces pressed together. Her hand was rai

Naturally, Tristan couldn't stand to see the love of his life in tears. Infuriated, he bellowed at me, "Claudia! Didn't you hear what Sally said? She doesn't like what you're wearing. Hurry up and get out of those clothes!"Glaring at Tristan, I ignored his demands. He was used to being able to order people around, so he couldn't stand the fact that I wasn't doing what he said. He signaled to his friends, who lunged at me and started ripping my clothes off.While doing so, they even hurled insults at me."How dare you try to protest? Just who do you think you are?"There were too many of them. I couldn't get away. My clothes were torn into pieces, with just a tiny bit of cloth left to cover the most important parts. My face was shoved against the floor as I was pushed around.The whole time, I glared at Tristan with tears in my eyes, but he simply stood to the side and eyed me in amusement."Let go of me!"I broke free of them and ran toward the door, but before I could even tak

I didn't want to argue with Sally, so I snatched the sweater back from her.However, she stumbled to the floor before wailing, "I was just asking a question out of curiosity, Claudia! Why did you push me so hard…"I opened my mouth to deny her accusation, but Tristan marched up to me and slapped me in the face."What the hell is wrong with you, Claudia? She just wants a sweater for her dog. Just give it to her! Your mom has plenty of time on her hands anyway. She can easily make a few more sweaters. Why must you be so stingy?"Tristan had put a lot of strength into that slap. As I cupped my cheek, I could hear my ears ringing. I was even bleeding from the corner of my lips.I reached out to pick up the sweater that had dropped onto the floor, but Tristan stepped on my hand and demanded aggressively, "Apologize at once, or I'll break your hand!"Tristan's leather shoes were custom-made with incredibly tough heels. I gasped in pain as he pinned my hand under his foot.What did I d

When I came to, I was lying on a hospital bed. Mrs. Scott was sitting beside me with a concerned expression.Once she saw my eyes fluttering open, she quickly helped me into a sitting position and poured me a glass of water.It looked like she wanted to continue exchanging empty pleasantries, but I got straight to the point and asked, "Mrs. Scott, when did you find out about it?"I was talking about the video of Sally.Looking uncomfortable and embarrassed, Mrs. Scott replied, "I'd already known about it when… Tristan proposed to you. I knew about his feelings for Sally, but someone like her couldn't possibly marry into our family! Tristan would only give up on that notion if you were in the picture."Having a hard time accepting this revelation, I closed my eyes.Although Mrs. Scott didn't treat me as if I were her own daughter, she did look out for me quite a lot. I thought she wanted me to marry Tristan because she genuinely liked me and cared about me.Who would've thought I

Tristan's hand was severely injured. His bones were crushed, and he would have a hard time writing with it again.Nonetheless, that had nothing to do with me anymore.Three months later, I went to the hospital to take my cast off. My right hand had healed nicely.After selling off the house the Scotts gave Mom and me, I moved back to my old family home. I hung Mom's and Dad's portraits on the south wall of the house. When the sun rose every morning, it would light up their smiles, making it look as if they'd come back to life.Tristan continued to hang around me. He kept refusing to leave no matter what I did to get rid of him, and out of fury, I would call Mrs. Scott. Not only did she have to apologize for his behavior, but she even had to pay for it.Every time I complained about Tristan to her, she would transfer me a huge sum of money to appease me. Well, on account of the money, I decided not to hold Tristan's actions against him.Noticing that I had stopped trying to chas