All Chapters of The Miracle of You: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

There was a refreshing and thrilling feeling when you found that someone. The person who understood you and really listened to you and cared about you.That was how Pamela felt about Winston.That was why she always visited the gardens just to talk to him. She soon found many excuses to go there, such as trying to plant flowers herself and doing some gardening. She also used the daily stress of raising her children as an excuse to go out into the garden and get some fresh air.Sometimes she would bring a camera to take pictures of the flowers.But in reality, she was taking pictures of Winston and marveling at how handsome he was. She secretly saved these photos of him in her secret folder and even snuck into some shots so they would have pictures of the two of them together.Soon, the two of them fell in love, like two lonely souls who needed an anchor in life and found it in each other. It was the definition of a whirlwind romance where they couldn’t get enough of each other and fou

For Gregory, Pamela was his wife. His trophy and his possession.Yet her presence haunted him in ways he didn’t dare admit, even to himself.Every time he saw her, she seemed to become more beautiful in his eyes. She grew into an ethereal beauty that took his breath away. In fact, he was captivated and consumed by the need to possess her completely.There were many times when he would sit alone in the privacy of his study and indulge in his fantasies about Pamela. He imagined scenarios in which she belonged to him completely. He imagined her at his side, her every thought and action dictated by his desires.The mere thought of it brought him such pleasure that he could hardly wait for the day when he could possess her completely.And to keep her as far away from everything else in the world as possible except for him.‘One day,’ he swore to himself as he signed one document after another, a small smile of anticipation curving his lips. ‘Once I take over the company as its head, all my

“You already know about the case of Mason Parker and Luther van Gowen, so I won’t go into great detail about what happened,” Gregory began. “I was one of their major investors, but I was not quite satisfied with the way that they did things. A stubborn fool he was, that Parker boy. He was the charitable type who never thought of doing things for pure profit in the long run. A waste of his intelligence, I’d say.”“Just another fool who thinks that everything will be fine and dandy as long as he gives back to others,” Christian sneered.“Exactly. Hence the reason why I went to Luther van Gowen and took advantage of his envy towards Mason Parker. He was an ambitious man, and he still is. He went so far as to betray his own friend. Another fool, but a rich fool in the end.”Christian shook his head. “And then they got into that argument and went to the streets.”Gregory nodded. “When Mason Parker got into a car accident, Luther van Gowen was the witness. Nobody was around to help them.” S

Gregory turned in his chair and looked out the window, as if lost in his memories.“Luther van Gowen wanted justice for his friend. The police needed to find the culprit, especially since Mason Parker was a beloved figure in their town,” he replied. “When Luther asked for my help, I had my men find someone suitable, someone worthless who wouldn’t be missed in this world, to become the scapegoat. I had no idea who it was, for I did not care in the least. But when I looked at the records, it was someone named Theodore Berkley, and he turned out to be Winston’s father. I assume that that is the reason for the boy’s grudge.”Christian was not interested in further details about the gardener. He just wanted to get straight to the point.“What of my mother’s death, then? The reason why Harold Huckington said those words to me that day,” he said.Gregory’s expression changed slightly.“Pamela died a miserable death. She locked herself in her room for days after Winston’s apparent suicide,” h

“What am I doing? Well, I’m just kissing my fiancée on the cheek, that’s all,” Christian replied innocently. “Why? Do you want it to be somewhere else? For example…” Slyly, he reached out and touched her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, causing her to stare at him incredulously. “…right here?”At this point, Camille had had enough.Glowering, she broke free of his grasp and took a few steps back until her back was pressed against the stove.The obvious disgust on her face would have been offensive if it weren’t for the fact that he had wanted to see it with his own eyes.The sight of her face turning red with rage was mesmerizing to Christian. He wanted to do more. He wanted to break her completely until she was putty in his hands.He stared back at her with a smile, not at all disturbed by her silent rage. After all, it was hard to be intimidated by a feisty kitten like that.“Mr. Callahan, please don’t do that again,” she said quietly. It seemed to take every inch of her remaini