After She She Stopped Loving Him

The long hair of the two girls fluttered in the evening breeze as they stood side by side, looking up at the starry night.

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“Joelle, I’ll take you home and send two of my Jasper Clarks to protect you, Charles said softly.

Joelle nestled into his arms, nodding slowly. In that moment, she felt so broken that she couldn’t even find words—‘It’s like the whole world has abandoned me, Joelle thought.

Yolanda had tangled with Joelle before, but now their paths couldn’t be further apart. Joelle was after Charles’s devotion and body, while Yolanda only cared about the power he wielded.

As for his affections? She couldn’t care less–let whoever wants his love have it.

That morning, Yolanda woke up and went straight to Frank Doyle. Both of them reviewed the stock transfer agreement one more time to make sure everything was in order. Then Yolanda called Charles, asking him to let the police know about the situation.

Frank’s car was waiting outside the police station. When he saw Eric come out, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

But Eric wasn’t having it—his face twisted in rage, and he was about to start cursing when a guy dressed in black stepped out from the car and grabbed him, shoving him inside before he could protest.

Frank sat inside, his expression calm. “I’ve bought you a ticket to go abroad. Don’t ever come back.”

Eric started thrashing around, like he’d just heard the funniest joke. “You want me to be your son’s slave? You wish! Frank, I know you look down on me–well, guess what, I don’t need you. Let me out! I’m after Yolanda now, and I’m going to ruin her–make her regret ever crossing me!”

Frank slapped him hard across the face.

you

One of the bodyguards spoke up softly, “Mr. Doyle gave Yolanda eight percent of his shares just to bail out. Mark got into trouble a few days ago, and now he’s burned across ninety percent of his body–he’s nothing but a shadow lying in bed, not even human anymore. Mr. Doyle’s doing this for your own good.”

Eric’s malicious glare slowly faded, lips pressed tight. ‘Mark got messed up?‘ he thought, disbelief flickering in his eyes.

Just a few days ago, Mark was acting all cocky, flaunting how he was going to hook up with some chick.

Frank stared out the window, his tone flat. “I have no idea what kind of crap Mark’s been whispering in your ear all these years. Eric, I’ve always treated you like family–like you were my own blood. My own son left the country because he thought I was playing favorites with you; he got mad, packed his bags, and cut me out of his life. I never sent him away. When my sister died, it crushed me. She meant everything to me. I’ve been trying to make up for losing her by looking after you, but you always take it the wrong way. Mark was obsessed with Yolanda back then, and look at what he’s become–do you really think none of that is connected to her? The only reason you’re out is because I had something she wanted. You may have been caught up in someone else’s game this whole time, and you don’t even realize it.”

Eric felt a chill sweep over him as he suddenly recalled the person who’d made him do it. He hadn’t even seen their face clearly that day–he’d just wanted to prove himself and grab enough cash to escape overseas.

His lips started to tremble as Frank went on. “I’ve put ten million in your account; it’s everything I got from selling several houses. I gave my shares to Yolanda, so I can’t stick around at Starlight anymore. Edward Sinclair won’t ever let me go. If anything ever happens to me, just go live abroad with Jack. Don’t come back.

Jack was Frank’s son, and Eric’s cousin.

Eric wasn’t a total idiot–he knew Frank meant every word.

It felt like someone had his throat in a vise; Eric was stunned into silence, not knowing what to say.

Of course Eric hated Frank–hated him more than anyone else. If his mom hadn’t died, he never would’ve fallen this far. He used to be a straight–A student, but everything changed in a flash. The pain of losing his mom, his own dad kicking him out with that mistress–his whole world flipped upside down. He was still just a kid. How was he supposed to handle all that?

“Eric…” Frank was about to say something more when his face suddenly tensed up.

One of the bodyguards leaned forward, voice low and urgent. “Mr. Doyle, someone’s tailing us.”

Frank didn’t hesitate for a second. “Get Eric to the airport–go, now!”

The car stopped abruptly and the bodyguard rushed Eric out of there.

Just seconds later, the car pulled away and disappeared down the road.

Three minutes after that, a massive truck smashed into the car–there was a fiery explosion, and the wreck was reduced to ashes. No one inside stood a chance.

Eric was completely numb, his whole body frozen as he watched the fiery scene play out–he barely registered anything before he was roughly forced into the back of a taxi.

His pupils were blown wide with shock, staring blankly. The moment reality sank in, Eric lunged for the car door.

Eric yelled, “Let me out! Let me out!”

The bodyguard held Eric back, his expression cool and unfazed. “Mr. Long, my only job is to get you to the airport safe.”

else, it’s a total lie! And Jack? Please, Frank just shipped him overseas. Jack’s at some top university, chasing foreign girls and living the dream. Everything’s easy for him, while the whole damn world turned

from Mr. Doyle all these years. Every cent Mr. Doyle saved was for you. That eight percent of shares? Worth tens of millions–and he gave it all up for you. Hate him if you want, but don’t blame him

head in his

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silent, just telling the driver to

corner, Eric saw his moment. He threw the

street.

give chase when another car whipped by, nearly sideswiping the door and forcing him

with rope, streaked with blood from his struggles. He gnawed at the restraints around his wrists like a wild animal, frantic

street. The glare

moment.

heard

standing just ahead, bag slung over her arm and phone in hand, brow furrowed as she looked at him. Her voice was cool and detached. “Wasn’t Frank supposed to ship you out?

over. “Yolanda, I messed up–please, I’m begging you, just untie me! I was wrong, I

tone icy and detached.

swear, I just want revenge for my

tearing itself apart!”

It was

guy Eric hated most actually gave a damn about him, while Mark, the one person he thought might redeem him, had been lying

was gone, and now–honestly–who would even care about

witness to the promise that had been dispersed

short while later, Hazel put away the helicopter and went downstairs

into three areas, each with its own tower. The individual towers were all linked by passageways suspended high in

area while Lorrayne stayed in the lower area. They bade each other farewell on the passageway and returned to their

came to an end in the midst of persistently

the young mulberry saplings cast off their protective straw blankets and extended their fresh green leaves to greet the warm sunshine and nourishing

of Starrowe Cottage, the compost was finally ready. At Lorrayne’s request, the workers had raked it apart to ensure that the cow dung had decomposed to form a crumbly

to plow the earth for wheat

was just right for planting spring wheat. Bella had already selected a few different types of wheat seeds at Lorrayne’s

long ears, thick husks, etc., were put through the

three months for the spring wheat to ripen and be ready for harvesting. Though it had a short

plant now. Lorrayne issued instructions beside the field

add a layer of earth on top. The spacing in between each row

recall what she had learned in her previous life and explain it in simple terms to

she was done with the experimental plots, Lorrayne headed to the ceramics

inquire about the ceramics business came twice this year. Troy did some investigation and found out the merchant’s name

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the title would be handed down

in all the major cities as a collector who sourced for rare and unusual goods to sell at high prices to

to strike a deal with this particular merchant and let him sell the ceramics they

porcelain plates was priced at one gold coin, but Tim had to handle the packaging and shipping himself. When

for a thousand sets of bowls, plates, and soup spoons at once. The workers had

flying out to the west coast on his griffin to source for porcelain

sweat dripping off her body as she stood nearby. She had a quick check of the factory before returning to

everyone was discussing heatedly

This year, St. Tenorsey Academy is coming to Syrria too. It’s

Tenorsey Academy? I thought the Holy Curia declared that they won’t participate in secular

did not want to

are they

members should not remain so lofty and unapproachable.

is

the most down–to–earth of all the nine princes. I really hope he

the most support. He will definitely get elected to be

around her when Winnie came

in such a hurry?”

rag from her pocket and said with some embarrassment, “I just got a reply from home. They have agreed to visit me

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you!” Lorrayne said with a laugh. “Once they’re here, they’ll finally stop trying to marry you