The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Cicely squinted her eyes, a chill slowly seeping out.

Seeing Cicely finally lose her composure brought a rush of satisfaction to

Danielle’s heart. From the moment she met Cicely, she couldn’t stand her

arrogant swagger. Maybe they were just like oil and water.

She relished any sign of distress in Cicely, yet for years, Cicely had coasted

through life with undue ease. Nothing seemed to ruffle her feathers. Her wishes

were commands, her desires, instantly fulfilled. Except for Seth, who seemed to

be the one thing that sparked a hint of anticipation in her.

Watching Cicely cling to Seth day in and day out with such shamelessness

amused Danielle at times.

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Without the grace and composure expected of a lady of her stature, Cicely’s

arrogance and possessiveness were blatant, her entanglements with Seth,

embarrassingly public.

How could a man, known for his aloof indifference, not grow irritated with such

relentless attention?d2

However, Seth’s repeated shows of affection had Danielle on edge. In the end,

he actually agreed to be her boyfriend. So, even a hint of an unusual expression

on Cicely’s face could make Danielle feel a bit relieved.

But that feeling didn’t last. She hoped Cicely would ask why she had made such

a comment, but Cicely, as if seeing right through her, just laughed after a

moment’s gaze. “I know the situation better than you do. When I got him to

agree to be with me, at best I felt he didn’t despise me. To say he’s with me out

of pure fondness, well, that would suggest to me that he has a soft spot for me

in your eyes.”

Danielle’s face turned cold.

With her arms crossed, Cicely’s lips curled into a lazy, dismissive smile.

“Danielle, I understand why you try so hard. In your eyes, I have everything,

always the very best, so you’ve been using me as your benchmark, pushing

yourself relentlessly?”

She scoffed, “Why are you so fixated on me? Even if I weren’t the darling of the

Ellis family, you wouldn’t be any happier. Do you know why?”

She tugged at the hem of her dress, speaking indifferently, “This dress, a

designer label. It was a tad tight when I bought it, a couple of millimeters snug

around the waist. But I got it anyway, and then I cut back on my portions. Now, it

fits just right. I feel the same way about Seth. It doesn’t mean he’s perfect, and

his imperfections include not being fond of me.”

Danielle’s face twisted with skepticism. She didn’t believe it.

Cicely continued nonchalantly, “So what? At least right now, he’s my man,

officially and rightfully. Affection can grow over time, and I don’t mind

occasionally indulging his preferences. Right now, I’m the only one with that

privilege, and no one else comes close.”

“Danielle, I’ve never claimed to be a saint, nor do I pretend to be a good person.

I couldn’t care less about anyone outside my close circle. There are plenty who

dislike me, but if you have grudges, bring them to me. My father doesn’t owe

you anything. With even a shred of conscience, you wouldn’t keep causing him

distress.

“This is the last time I’m warning you. Be polite to my father, or since you’re so

keen on independence, I’d assume you’re ready to break away completely. Then

do us a favor and keep out of our sight. If I hear about you upsetting my father

again, you’ll see what I’m capable of.

“Don’t play the Ellis family lady card with me. You know full well that in P City,

when people mention the Ellis family’s daughter, they think of me, Cicely.”

Danielle’s hands trembled at her sides before she clenched them into fists. She

stared coldly at the woman before her, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“Without the Ellis family, you’re nothing.” And Seth wouldn’t be yours, either.

Cicely raised an eyebrow. “You’ve told me that more than once, and I’ve

answered you every time. But who knows, maybe one day I won’t be an Ellis.

Perhaps then, Seth will adore me so much he can’t live without me? Even if I’m

no longer Miss Ellis, I might just become his wife, still living in luxury, simply with

a different title.”

Danielle’s expression darkened before she forced a mocking smile. “That day

will never come. Without the Ellis family, you’re nothing.”

She repeated her words, each one deliberate and clear, but this time, there

seemed to be an underlying meaning.

Cicely’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.

Danielle stepped back, “Consider that slap earlier a payment for my disrespect

towards your father. But don’t think I’ll let you off easily, Cicely. The real winner is

the one who laughs last. You enjoy your moment, but one day, you’ll pay double

for your actions today.”

Cicely had heard similar threats before, always from the same source. She

shrugged it off, unwilling to waste more words on the subject.

Danielle took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart. “Can you

leave now, please?”

Cicely glanced at her and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Descending the stairs, she encountered Brody, the butler, busying himself with

chores. “Brody,” Cicely called out.

“Miss, aren’t you resting this afternoon?”

Cicely shook her head. “I’m too agitated to rest.”

The butler sighed at the mention of Danielle, his expression souring.

“Did my father’s health checkup earlier this year reveal any issues?”

The butler paused, “No issues at all. Doesn’t he always discuss the results with

you afterward?”

Cicely watched him silently for a moment, then spoke in a cool, detached tone,

“He did tell me, but his demeanor today didn’t seem like a man with no

problems. I must’ve binged one too many soap operas. His last checkup fell

right around the time of my tests, and I swear, if you guys pull some

melodramatic stunt to keep Dad’s illness a secret just to avoid messing with my

scores…”

The butler, Brody, lowered his gaze and shook his head gently. “Miss Cicely,

perhaps you should consider watching less TV drama. You know as well as I do

that even if you hadn’t aced your tests, your father would still have made sure

you got into college.”

Cicely raised an eyebrow, conceding the point.

“The weather turned chilly recently with the onset of autumn. Sir caught a bit of

a cold, but the doctor has seen him, and there’s no cause for serious concern.”

As Cicely mulled over Brody’s words, he nodded, “Indeed.”

A silence settled in the living room. Brody thought the matter would rest there,

but Cicely’s voice slowly filled the space again. “Brody, you’ve been with my dad

for years, and he trusts you more than anyone. I’m curious—did Seth agree to

be with me because of my dad?”

The butler looked up. His gaze met Cicely’s straight on. There was no emotion,

yet those eyes were so transparent. It was as though she wasn’t asking a

question, but seeking confirmation for something she’d already concluded.

After a moment’s hesitation, he sighed softly and said, “Sir always thinks ahead.

Seeing how fond you were of Mr. Diaz, he wanted to nudge you two together

early. I suppose in this world, he’s the one who wishes for your happiness above

all else.”

Cicely’s fingertips trembled slightly. “So, Dad’s involvement in managing Diaz

International was all part of the plan for us to be together?”

The butler didn’t answer directly. “Mr. Diaz is young and at an age of pride and

vanity. Besides what was done, it was hard to think of a better way at the time.

Love needs to grow gradually, Miss. With your beauty and talents, it’s hard for

anyone not to be charmed.”

Although the words she had just shared with Danielle were true, and she was

indeed clear-headed, her heart couldn’t help but feel desolate.

Pride and vanity.

So marrying her was equivalent to possessing the entire Ellis family empire, and

he would be tempted.

She joked about throwing herself at Seth, but even if it were true, Seth wouldn’t

care.

Her father managed Diaz International, taught him how to run the business, and

then used this “favor” as leverage for a successful match. The answer to

Danielle’s question lay right here. Compared to liking her, he was more unwilling

to be labeled ungrateful.

Cicely forced a smile, “I think so too.”

Just like she had told Danielle, they were together now, and there would be a

chance of being together forever. Even if that was the case, so what? That was

the advantage she was born with.

Danielle came downstairs with her luggage, pausing upon seeing Cicely and the

butler, then proceeded to carry her suitcase out herself. The butler instructed a

maid to help Danielle with her luggage.

Cicely sat down on the couch, not bothering to acknowledge her. She picked up

her phone from the coffee table and dialed Seth’s number. The call connected,

and Cicely spoke, “Are you going to be busy today? I’d like to see you.”

Seth’s voice, cool and detached, came after a few seconds, “Busy.”

Cicely kicked off her slippers, curled up on the couch, and noticed a note with

an address that Danielle had left on the coffee table. She picked it up, settling

into the cushions, and responded, “You’ve been busy a lot lately. When are you

going to be free of this busy spell?”

“If things go well, I should have results in three days.”

A long pause followed Seth’s words, with no response from Cicely. His gaze

lifted from his documents, frowning, “What’s up? Talk to me.”

Several seconds later, Cicely finally spoke. “Seth, did you know Danielle is

moving out of the Ellis household today?”

This time Seth fell silent for a few moments before responding, “I know.”

Cicely looked at the note in her hand and asked further, “She said she found an

apartment for herself. Do you know where it is?”

“Yes.Cicely slowly set down the paper in her hand, rose from the couch, and made

her way toward the front door. “Where are you right now?”

Seth was silent for a moment before replying, “Cicely, whatever it is, let’s talk

about it in three days.”

The door was left ajar. Cicely reached the foyer and halted in her tracks. “Why

wait three days?”

After several seconds of silence, she hung up the call and stepped outside. She

walked up to the tall, rigid figure standing with his back to the door.

Danielle slammed the trunk of her car shut and turned around, her face freezing

as her eyes landed on Cicely.

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Cicely forced a smile, her voice laced with a mocking cheer, “Can’t we talk

now?”d2

Seth, who had been clutching his phone, paused for a second before turning

around. He towered over Cicely now, but as he turned, his gaze locked

immediately with hers. He knew precisely the angle to catch her eyes.

Cicely faced him with a small smile, her tone neither warm nor fiery as she

looked up at him.

He squared his shoulders, looked at her indifferently, and asked flatly, “What

brings you out here?”

Cicely blinked, chuckled softly, and glanced at Danielle approaching from

behind, raising an eyebrow. “Should I escort her?”

That was a laugh. Everyone knew Cicely and Danielle were at odds. So much

so that even if today were Danielle’s funeral, Cicely might not bother to show up.

Now, just for Danielle moving out, Cicely coming to see her off? Even a fool

wouldn’t believe it. Clearly, Seth didn’t either.

Cicely laughed outright, “Don’t believe me?” It was evident her mood was

anything but light, contrary to her facade.

“Just like I don’t buy the too-busy-for-you boyfriend suddenly having time to

personally pick up my nemesis.” Each of Cicely’s words dripped with biting

sarcasm.

Danielle disliked Cicely, and every flaw of hers was magnified in Danielle’s eyes.

“Cicely, can you drop the sarcasm?”

“Sarcasm?” Cicely gave her a dismissive glance, “Compared to you, I’m tame.

Can’t handle it? Then you should realize just how annoying you usually are.”

“You…”

“You get in the car.” Seth’s voice, deep and icy, cut through the tension. Though

he faced Cicely, Danielle knew the command was for her.

Biting her lip, Danielle moved to the passenger side door and opened it.

“Danielle, wait.” Cicely’s sudden call halted her.

Turning around, Danielle saw Cicely step past Seth toward her, “Even if he’s

decided to take you today, you don’t have the right to sit shotgun, got it?”

The humiliation surged through Danielle, “Cicely, you’re going too far!”

Cicely’s lips twisted into a mocking smile, her beautiful eyes cold, “This is too

far? Danielle, just being near you without an incident makes me feel like I’m the

most benevolent person on earth. A slap is all you got. Do you see how

magnanimous I am?”

Danielle stepped back, wary.

Seth turned, his gaze falling on the handprint still visible on Danielle’s face, and

his eyes darkened. “Get in the car.”

His voice, colder now than before, prompted Danielle to fully open the door.

Cicely’s smile was replaced by an icy expression as she stepped forward, only

to be grabbed by Seth. She watched Danielle take the passenger seat.

After a few seconds, Cicely looked back at Seth with a faint, almost invisible

smile. “Want to discuss now what you planned for three days from now?”

As she spoke, she stepped back, her eyes on his hand on her arm. “Afraid I

might do something to her?”

Catching her gaze, Seth’s grip loosened, and he moved his hand slightly

downward. Where he had been holding her, the blood rushed to the surface,

leaving a distinct red mark on her pale arm. Cicely glanced at it, “You hurt me

for another woman. I’ll remember that.”

Twisting her arm, she pulled away, retreating a step with a cool voice. “Go on,

you grabbed me so tightly, you better have something earth-shattering to say, or

I’ll hold you doubly accountable.”

The butler, sensing trouble, had followed outside.

Seth looked directly at him, “Her arm’s hurt. Take her back and apply some

ointment.”

The butler frowned deeply.

The car window rolled down, and Danielle’s face appeared. “Cicely, he came to

pick me up because Patty asked him to. Don’t you trust your man?”

The butler’s face turned even grimmer, but he stepped forward toward Cicely.

“Miss.”

Cicely chuckled lightly, “Don’t play these childish games of misdirection. What if

I booked a hotel room to ‘just chat’ with your future husband? I’d hope you’d

trust him enough then.”

Standing before Cicely, Seth’s expression darkened instantly. “Cicely,” his voice

turned colder, matching his demeanor.

“Uh-huh?” Cicely turned her gaze from Danielle to Seth, a feigned smile on her

lips. “Patty sent you to pick her up? And that house in the prime P City district,

the same neighborhood, was that Patty’s idea too?”

Seth’s gaze intensified on her radiant face, “I’m not in the mood for your games

today. I have to take her away personally. If you really want to make a scene,

save it for three days from now. You can have your outburst then.”

Cicely touched the spot where Seth’s grip had pained her, her expression

mocking, “You mean I should hold back? But I’m angry now, and I can’t wait. I

want to vent now, and in three days, there will be new anger waiting.”

Seth’s brow furrowed, “Suit yourself.” His voice managed to be as cold as his

very presence.

Cicely’s brow quirked with a hint of mischief, then she nodded with a smile that

was all sweetness and light. She stood with a grace that seemed as natural as

the breeze, her voice soft and melodious, “Of course.”

Seth gave her a cursory glance, his expression unreadable as he strode past

the shiny car, swung open the door, and slid into the driver’s seat. Without a

moment’s hesitation, he fired up the engine and pulled away.

The butler’s face was a study in concern, his usually composed features

betraying a flicker of worry. With Mr. Diaz’s temper, if Cicely were to truly end up

with him, and if she maintained this current demeanor, would it truly be for the

best?

As Cicely stood there, gaze lingering on the receding car, the butler stepped

forward and softly called out. “Miss…”

“Brody.” Cicely cut him off suddenly, “Where’s Issac?”

Brody paused for a brief moment, “I’ll give him a call and have him here right

away.”

“Mhm.”

Cicely’s response was nonchalant as she turned and walked into the living

room, her face betraying none of the drama that had just unfolded.

Issac, Brody’s son, had been just as dedicated to the Ellis family as his father

was.

Five minutes later, Issac’s tall and imposing figure appeared before Cicely. She

was lounging on the sofa, half-watching the TV when she saw him, and greeted

him with a playful smile, “Issac, you’re looking more dashing each day.”

Having been raised to understand the nuances of respect and hierarchy, Issac

didn’t react much to Cicely’s teasing. His reply was formal, “Is there something

you require, Miss?”

“Oh, there is.”The silence was deafening as they drove on.

Danielle shot glances at Seth, who sat enveloped in an aura of brooding

aloofness, making her lose whatever courage she had mustered to strike up a

conversation.

But then again, what was there to talk about? Any attempt at small talk would

just be her trying to fill the uncomfortable void between them, and likely, would

only serve to embarrass herself.

After much deliberation and hesitation, she found a topic that seemed safe

enough. “Sorry for the trouble,” she muttered.

Seth remained quiet.

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Even though she was accustomed to his coldness, Danielle couldn’t shake off

the feeling of awkwardness that crept over her. Biting her lip, she turned her

face away, looking out the window.d2

“We don’t have any bad blood between us. Can’t you drop the silent treatment?

Just because you’re with Cicely doesn’t mean you can’t talk to other women,

right? She was so possessive today, like she couldn’t stand you being around

any other woman. Do you think that’s normal?”

Finally, Seth responded, glancing at her briefly, his voice indifferent, “So, you’re

okay with your man having other women around?”

Danielle was taken aback, “Even monks can’t turn away women who come to

worship at the temple.”

There was a brief silence before Seth chuckled darkly, a fleeting shadow

crossing his eyes. “Too bad I’m not a monk.”

Danielle thought he misunderstood her, “You’re not one to make your life

difficult. Being with her, bound so tightly, doesn’t it wear you down? She’s only

going to bring more trouble your way.”

“Danielle,” Seth said, his hand casually resting on the steering wheel, his

posture relaxed, “Gossiping behind someone’s back is in poor taste.”

She froze, a rush of heat flooding her face, then draining away leaving her pale.

Her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her voice quivered with barely

concealed sharpness, “And Cicely never talked behind my back?”

The traffic light turned red, and they stopped. Seth glanced at her, the slight

curve of his eyes and lips sending a wave of discomfort through Danielle. He

was implying that Cicely was above such behavior.

“You didn’t have to come yourself today. You’re not always doing what Patty tells

you.”

If he was truly obedient, he never would have agreed to be with Cicely in the

first place.

“It was unexpected that she found out. Picking you up…” Seth paused as the car

started moving again, and almost simultaneously, he continued, “I just thought it

would make you happy.”

Danielle’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at Seth’s profile, trying to decipher

something, anything, from his impassive face. “What do you mean by that? You

accuse me of speaking ill of Cicely, and now you want to make me happy. What

are you really thinking?”

Seth didn’t look at her, his lips curling into what seemed like a smile, but it sent a

chill down her spine instead. “Don’t overthink it, or you’ll just feel worse.”

Danielle couldn’t process his words, “What are you trying to say?!”

His gaze darkened, and he reverted to his usual indifference. “Everything has its

price. Just like obtaining something has its cost, debts must be repaid.”

She didn’t understand. “Why are you suddenly talking like this?”

They pulled into a high-end residential area, and Seth fell silent, his words

leaving Danielle with an unsettling feeling. She knew that no matter how much

she pressed, she would get no further answers.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Seth drove into the underground parking of the

apartment complex. As Danielle stepped out of the car, a cacophony of engine

roars, brakes squealing, and car doors slamming resounded through the

garage. Several men in black suits, each wielding a metal bat, began to

approach.

“What… what are you doing.” Danielle’s voice trembled, her complexion ghostly

as she staggered backward.

Seth watched the unfolding scene through the mirror, then finally, stepped out of

the car.

Danielle rushed to his side, “Seth…”

He moved to the trunk, fixing his gaze on the men emerging from another car.

“What do you want?”

Issac, leading the suited men, nodded at Seth, “My apologies, Mr. Diaz. Ms.

Cicely is in a bad mood. She’s having a tantrum, and she said you agreed to

indulge her. So here I am, just following orders.”

Danielle’s face turned to ice upon seeing Issac, “So she throws a tantrum, and

you guys come chasing us down here?”

Issac didn’t reply, just shot her a cold glance.

Seth asked coolly, “How does she want to make a scene?”

Instead of answering, Issac signaled his men. They surged forward, raising their

metal bats, and began smashing Seth’s car into oblivion.

Danielle screamed, covering her head as the violence of metal against metal

and the shattering of glass echoed in the garage.

Seth stood by, watching impassively. Once the destruction seemed sufficient,

Issac ordered a halt. He then stepped forward, addressing Seth, “The lady says

the passenger seat is dirty, and she can’t use the car anymore. It’s as good as

junk, so might as well treat it like junk.”

At that, Seth looked at Issac, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, “Is that so?

Seems wasteful because she’ll just have to smash a new one next time.”

Issac, uninterested in Seth’s quips, merely said, “I’ll report back then.” With that,

he and his men left as abruptly as they had arrived.

In the garage, other drivers watched, horrified.

Danielle, pale and trembling, crouched in the corner, arms wrapped around her

head, shaken to the core.

Seth cast a dismissive glance at the mangled wreck of the car, expressionless.

He turned on his heel. Seeing Danielle, who was visibly shaken, he said

indifferently, “Head upstairs.” With that, he pulled a suitcase from nearby and

slid it toward Danielle.

Danielle shivered, cautiously lifting her head to see that the menacing figures

had dispersed. Only then did she lower her hands from her head. Her hands,

cold and trembling, gripped the suitcase, her voice still quivering with shock.

“Aren’t you coming up?”

“I have other things to deal with.” Noticing her hesitant and still frightened look,

Seth added, “She’s just throwing a tantrum with me, and it won’t come down on

you. Don’t be scared, no one’s going to hassle you.”

Danielle’s grip on the suitcase handle tightened, and tears suddenly filled her

eyes. “Sending a mob to smash the car without a word, and that’s just her

throwing a tantrum? Is she some kind of mafia boss? And you just let her get

away with this?”

Seth furrowed his brow, his lips pressed thin, and he walked toward the elevator.

Danielle bit her lip and hurried after him. The elevator reached the ground floor,

and as the doors slid open, Seth stepped out without a backward glance or a

word to Danielle.

Cold and heartless.

People like him, probably never realize the invisible hurt they inflict on others.

Assistant Charlie came to whisk Seth away. “Mr. Diaz, are you sure about going

to the gala like this? If something goes wrong midway, how will you explain it to

madam? And Ms. Cicely, aren’t you going to give her a heads up.”

Seth’s gaze was downcast, shrouded in a thin veil of indistinction, his

expression unreadable. “She doesn’t need to know.”

Charlie chose not to speak further.

No one knew what Seth was truly thinking. How long would it take to fully

understand such a detached person?

Shaking his head silently, Charlie slightly sped up the car.

*

Issac returned to the Ellis estate, reporting the outcome of his mission to Cicely.

Cicely was lounging in the conservatory, nibbling on fruits and flipping through a

fashion magazine. Issac noted the trimmed branches and leaves beneath the

plants – a sign of careful pruning.

Hearing that Issac had completed his task, Cicely showed no surprise. Without

even looking up, her voice was slow and indolent. “Did he say anything?”

Issac relayed, “He said it was a waste, because you’re just going to keep on

smashing.”

Silence fell in the conservatory. After a while, Cicely closed the last page of the

magazine, tossing it onto the glass table in front of her. She picked up her

phone and dialed a number.

“Audrey’s Boutique? This is Cicely. Hold that new Hepburn-inspired dress for

me. No event to attend, just fancy it, hate to miss out. uh-huh. I’ll come by

tomorrow to pick it up.”

Ending the call, she tossed the phone onto the table and turned to Issac, who

was still standing there, with a smile. “Then keep smashing. Let’s see what

brand of car I can smash next time. I hope he doesn’t get some cheap car just to

appease me.”

Issac was speechless.

Cicely stood up and took a leisurely walk around the conservatory. “Joel brought

some Queen of the night from the base. He said he’d give me a couple. Run

over to his place and fetch them for me.”

Without hesitation, Issac agreed and left.

“Hold on,” Cicely called out as she approached him with a task in mind, “and

help me look into something.”

“What do you need?” Issac asked.

Cicely arched an eyebrow.

*

That evening, Seth was on a video call. The large screen displayed a multi-party

conference call. The man at the center of the screen, with his sharp features

and unmistakable poise, exuded an air of refined elegance even through the

digital interface.

It was he who spoke up in a cool, deep voice, “Need a hand?”

Seth, lounging in his chair, declined without hesitation. “No.”

“Damon, with his stubborn pride, he’ll suffer in silence. If I were you, I wouldn’t

even bother asking,” Kane commented, familiar with Seth’s temperament.

Damon’s expression remained unaffected, “Some experience is good. Let him

see how harsh and real the rules of survival in today’s society can be.”

scoffed, “More like he’s the one showing others how

temper, he’s

trip

as a fox” didn’t seem to cover Seth. His silent demeanor,

was chilling to even think about. Yet

had never truly been

the call watched Seth, who was nonchalantly accused, but

smirked. “One day, you’ll get a

defense, “No thanks, I

issue, let’s settle it with a good old-fashioned brawl.

with your fists?”

on the call showed interest,

to share when Seth’s phone rang. Glancing at

excused himself, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll drop

up his phone, he disconnected the

Patty on the line. As soon as he answered, she

on? Danielle told me your

his tone

voice was filled with unmasked displeasure and

“It’s between her

Don’t bring

do you mean ‘between you two’?!” Patty’s voice spiked, “I’ve never

like that, sending goons to wreck a man’s car.

here now.” In the background, Danielle’s

faintly heard, trying to calm

hung up the

the screen, sent by

car, Seth. I want to feel a

smash it.]

a wry smile, his cool detachment more pronounced

ever.

into his car, Charlie

seconds of silence, Seth said

Boutique.”

somewhat taken aback. This was the first time he

so incongruous with his

Boutique was the epitome of

and the most prestigious labels. It was where the

elites,

up the engine, and with a speculative grin, teased, “So,

how to get back in Ms. Cicely’s good graces?”Charlie revved up the engine and,

up Ms. Cicely,

Seth’s brow, a flicker of light

darkness of

*

couch with a

face etched with

prompting Danielle

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and getting Patty this riled up

Seth ignored her and focused his gaze on

stood up and glared

me, so if you’re

someone trash your car way out

truths Danielle shared

suit jacket, and the housekeeper hurried to take

angry with me, so her throwing

done.”

flickered with unease. The anger

justifies smashing your car? No harm done?

a big heart. Seth, let me tell

it any further. With her pampered

her. She’s throwing a tantrum, right? Perfect timing for

break it off.”

a cool half-smile, a

Patty, instead, he turned to look at

foreign and

Charlie walked in from outside. Patty felt a bit

Seth spoke

tomorrow’s gala ready.”

expecting this. Danielle stared in

in Charlie’s hands.

stiff smile. “Mr. Diaz picked this out for you

before coming

in disbelief, Danielle looked to Seth

a gala. You should prepare well.” His

echoed Charlie’s claim.

forward, handing the box to

coffee table, and

was a white knee-length dress

It’s simple in design,

excitement waned as she stared at the dress.

not this understated, albeit high-end

bit her

slipped out.

at Seth, “Thank you, I do

he go out of his way to get her a dress,

less…

all that matters,” Seth said coolly. “I’ll pick you up

night.”

Seth’s behavior, couldn’t fathom

him show such thoughtfulness for

She had worried he might refuse when

the gala. To her surprise, he

but her ultimate goal was achieved, so she

about

Ray, who had been doggedly pursuing

her to several cities.

Ray,

typically refuse

script auctions—plays, musicals,

and actors

not open to just

keen on establishing herself in the theatrical industry,

Despite the invitation coming Ray, she didn’t

the chance to pester her, perhaps even

lure or

at the gala and to make him

“knight in shining armor.”

him into agreeing if necessary, but

he went as far as to prepare a

her.

make sure you drive

“Sure thing.”

upstairs, Patty furrowed her brow. She

they

suited

Seth for the first time was enough to

sending Danielle off, Patty remembered what topic

darkened as she glanced at

pursue Seth further.

*

her milk, Cicely received a message from

party is going to be epic.

the coffee table, and the

stared at the mobile phone screen for a long

relaxed a bit. [Tell me what you know.]

sofa and ascending the staircase with phone in

she made a beeline for the bathroom. After

with a towel slung over her shoulders, her hair

dripping.

a message from Issac. [The

It’s a high-profile affair,

wants to go but is worried

asked her

snorted derisively. She tossed the phone

to blow-dry

minutes, Cicely reappeared, her hair no longer dripping but

edge of the bed, distracted herself

hair felt almost

morning, she woke feeling groggy,

dozed off again.

she finally got up close to ten, she

appearance, couldn’t

you feeling unwell?”

taken a stroll

upon hearing the words.

stairs, leaning on the banister, “I’m fine, probably just

to the change of seasons. Caught a

to the kitchen to instruct the cook

hearty meal and her tea, Cicely changed into warmer clothes: a kneelength black A-line skirt with a row

slender legs. She paired it with

and orange-red accents added a youthful vibrancy

charm.

her outfit

dress I

“You’re feeling better?”

“Much.”

slight heaviness in her head, she felt

“Have Issac go with

“Alright.”

*

straight for the boutique where she’d

dress the day before.

the sales

as a

Cicely browsed

dress I reserved last night, I’d

hesitated, prompting Cicely to raise an

problem?”

smiled, “Not at all,

from the fitting room, and the

admiration and envy.

room door swung open, the

resist praising her. “Ms. Cicely, you look absolutely

dress.”

had just arrived, and when they first

as particularly stunning. The

price

was probably the

sell at all, but before their

They marveled at the rich

understand.

Cicely wearing it, they truly appreciated

simple design was transformed

not just anyone

even if Cicely were to wear mere rags,

look elegant and sophisticated.

dress suits both high-end parties and

commented with a

examined herself in the mirror, turning to check the

nodded, “I’ll take

dress, Cicely disappeared back into

She reappeared dressed in her own clothes and approached

listed the prices and

and seeing only a single bag,

eyebrow in query, “Has there been some

The cashier blinked, “Pardon?”

associate quickly interjected, “What seems to be

Cicely?”

calmly placed her card on the counter, “You forgot

and the price wasn’t included. That dress should earn

commission.”

with

don’t you? Do

“I believe I only reserved one dress

and I didn’t receive it.

‘another’?”

associate, who covered her

mistake.

night. I thought you’d sent him to pick it up. Sorry,

with matters unrelated to her. Anyone

same dress, but who it

it up. I’ll pay

to the cashier, who swiped the

an amount that would sustain an average family

packaged the dress, another whispered, “Are

The one from

chance to give it to her

wouldn’t we

two of the same, isn’t that a

know?”

like she’s short on cash?

If we speak up, it’s bad news. If we don’t, it’s just her

making an extra sale. We’re all sharp cookies

nobody’s going to give us grief

the packaged bag and

“We’ve only stocked two of

a way, you could say

right?”

reached over and took the bag from behind. Cicely,

smile and

and deceit. They claimed there were two, yet they

her it was unique and tailor-made now? Did

of

didn’t rush out of the boutique.

pair of heels that would

heels that really made a dress pop. Sure, they can be

she felt it

wasn’t used to them.

a little bloodshed, one day she’d

chosen the shoes and settled the bill, she walked through

the store, intending to browse a bit more before leaving. However,

someone she thought

easily.

she had slapped just

a bench, trying on

chains.

an unmistakable mutual distaste

glance at the sandals the woman was trying

couldn’t help but smirk.

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Danielle’s expression darkened. She stood up and

to check out the sandals

you hit the mall much. What brings you here?”

Cicely.d2

crossed, boredom etched on her

through the mirror. “Stalking you,

up, meeting her gaze

the answer you

Danielle didn’t respond. Cicely gave her

a display case, picking up another shoe

doing here is none of

Isn’t it

the display and

leaving Danielle staring coldly after her

standing by Danielle exchanged awkward

was well-known, but to witness such disdain in public

a lady raised in the Ellis family, this frank

adequately mimicked by

of the

wave of embarrassment suddenly washed

…

Cicely casually asked, “Where is tonight’s

being held?”

replied, “At the Watson family’s villa hotel

Imperial Bay.”

“That’s quite

Issac didn’t respond.

to get in?”

glanced at her from the side, “You might

invitation.”

does an event

few seconds of

“Alright then.”

pulled out her phone and dialed

reached home, Creighton was waiting for her

table

Dad,” Cicely said, picking up the invite with a

“You know it’s just going to

right? Why go?”

fancy shindig? Never been to

resigned. “Just don’t cause

drama private.”

Cicely scoffed, though her words carried

conviction.

had stopped speaking, the butler

Ellis family hasn’t directly involved itself with the

the myriad of intricate connections inevitably leads

social elite circles in P City aren’t extensive, after

the script auction at the banquet succeeds,

new heights. Aside from significantly boosting average

the craftsmanship involved, costuming,

constructing various

components. Once

inevitably

of this

attention that Mr. Diaz had a keen interest

but intended to rely solely on

been in a leadership role for two years, and

efforts alone, it’s virtually impossible for him

to the

attached much significance

Brody’s explanations, she was struck by

“Seth wanted

even know how to get an invitation,

a

she glanced at the

with just a phone

decided to add more, “Actually,

Mr. Diaz to approach

what he meant. Seth didn’t

father for

was perhaps a bit foggy. Various

against each other, like

increasingly knotted. Her complexion

butler, sensing her confusion, added, “Mr. Diaz

a reason. Perhaps he had his

herself. “I need

Creighton and

sure about letting her go? She smashed Mr. Diaz’s car

the butler asked

her, she might level the house in

and luxury cars snaked

While

interior revealed opulent seclusion.

through tight security, a testament to the exclusivity of

event.

smoothly into the parking lot, the

revealing a crisply pressed trouser leg followed by

glow of the streetlights, his

eyes sweeping casually across

over to the

door.

muted smile.

makeup was of the finest

approaching, Seth took a step back, opting to close the car

a twinge of disappointment as she clasped

into step beside

their invitation at the

staff glanced at them both, welcomed them with

and let them

her breath, focused entirely on Seth, dreading any sign

but he remained composed

grand hall.

her arm in

out at the reception—too young amongst

place. Some had traded youth and more

society. How could they compete with those born atop

summit?

wasn’t that young man the boyfriend of

the Ellis family? How could

silence lasted just for a moment

floated around, mentioning the Ellis family

of

had been waiting for Danielle

“Danielle. You look

faltered slightly as she gripped Seth’s arm

to him.

gaze darkened, unabashedly scrutinizing Seth. They

and Seth’s relationship with

why Seth would show up with

instead of Cicely.

was the woman Ray was pursuing, the one he

here she was, on another man’s

simmered beneath

with Ray’s disrespectful stare.

“Thank you for the invitation. Without

meet so many esteemed directors

admired, and Ray was no exception. “Just

let me introduce

closer, Danielle instinctively tried to

on Seth, and after

“Why

eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile on

here on her own. She was like a sister to

accompany her,” Seth

said.

possibly discourage Ray’s advances. Now what

on

paused for a moment, turned

flash through his

surprisingly remained silent.

to Danielle, suggesting softly, “This is a

time with him

hesitated, “What

in the hall, and

voice unusually tender.

go of Seth’s arm reluctantly. Ray quickly

moment, she accepted it.

Seth, then led Danielle into the crowd. After a

back to see Seth

and return the smile.

a tray of drinks brushed against Seth, prompting a

Danielle, but Seth simply shook his

and Danielle turned

mingled, he complimented her, “You look

seen you dressed like this before.

stiffened once

Danielle as they walked,

uncomfortable.

Danielle, this is Director Suarez, of the stage play

familiar with

back to reality, her eyes lighting up with a mix of awe

as she faced the man before her,

you. I’m a budding stage

adore your play ‘The

a passing waiter

waiter lowered his tray and handed the

handed

his gaze and made his way to a

indifferent eye over the glitz and

gentlemanly exterior, what kind of

heart was wrapped

the same.

swept away

radiating happiness. She genuinely

*

slept deeply in the afternoon, woke up a bit late,

finished her makeup, it was a

banquet had not been going

the car, Cicely had already handed

were about to be let in, Issac’s

me to accompany

smiled,

she suddenly complimented

if people think you’re my

widened, “He’s also here, and even if he doesn’t

It could make

brow, “He’s brought Danielle with him tonight.

of their gossip.

alone is only going to make you the one who’s

an

upset, even angry.

Isaac became aware of his emotions, stayed silent for a few seconds,

isn’t as harmonious as

you. Miss, let

offer. “Really, I’ll be

I’ll

a reassuring smile, she turned and headed towards the grand

a boutique hotel for the

had bought earlier that day,

slightly unsteady.

Enter title…

ornate entrance, the bright lights from the

Silhouettes of guests mingled

shifting her weight

posture and

gone unnoticed. But

that she

at the threshold, it was inevitable that she caught

initial wave of admiration, more curious

a corner close to the entrance, caught sight of her and

darkened. Before he could approach, whispers

the crowd.

Ellis family’s darling? Why is she

boyfriend just arrive

cheated on? Her man arrives arm-in-arm with someone

party.

others perceived

gossip, but even so, the deliberately

comments made her uncomfortable.

then looked up to find Seth’s

on her. He

evening could be considered

especially compared to

by side with

of her eyebrow, she

kind of car did you bring

sharp

a half-smile, nodding in

your old Benz,

seemed to intensify, his voice as cold as

Now.”

aback, Cicely let out a soft chuckle.

are you afraid my presence will

is making a public spectacle with another

the one

not foolish enough to be deceived by

your mother, I’m the closest person to

and I

from my father instead of

it would upset me, why did you act

seek trouble for

give you an explanation, but right now,

mix of impatience and

unequivocal command.

“So eager to send me away?

hiding, Seth?”

what’s going on… Cicely, what are you doing here?”

of everyone’s attention, approached out of curiosity, only

could reply, Danielle’s voice cut through

as if a bucket of ice water had been poured

her

Cicely with some surprise, then glanced

dresses

same, but the styles worn by the two were worlds

Danielle had chosen an elegant updo

a crisp and clean look. In contrast,

shoulders, her bright features lightly adorned

charm that was stunning and

looked striking, but it was impossible to deny

complexion soured with

back to Seth, she suddenly broke

you’re in such a hurry to get rid

personally go to the store to pick out that

remained silent. Cicely didn’t press him,

right now, but I know better than to cause

now or we can

private.”

fighting the throbbing

hand, leading

panicked and reached out to him, “Seth, are

here all alone?”

withdrew his hand, “I’ll

face darkened

spot near the villa, beside a large,

her hand, he spoke with a chilly

make it quick.”

can’t be made

as he lowered his gaze to her, his face was

The sound echoed crisply

hand that throbbed from the impact, “No

get the dress, the salesperson had this mysterious look

like getting a personalized one. At first, I found

know

suddenly sneered. “They

me, and the secrecy was because you

me. Hah.”

so aggrieved. No, she actually had

after all these years of her father dividing his affection between

Danielle, it had never hurt like this.

constricted.

a bitter laugh, “Starting tomorrow, I’ll be

bagels. Everyone will know that the surprise meant

drape another woman, and the punchline? The dress

Bought

at the same

only made her feel more ridiculous and sad.

threat of tears, her eyes reddened but not a single

Seth’s eyes melted

been humiliated like this, Seth, not once in my life. Before I

why you had

vented my anger, and convinced myself you had your

But even with all

for her? Could she

without your dress?”

excuse should I make

she might burst into tears

his voice

home.”

head and stared

her arm, intent on forcibly

firm, her

home? If not,

expression hardened, “Is Isaac waiting outside for you? Call

take you myself.”

heart sank, “Let

Seth didn’t.

hurting me.” This time, he

head felt heavy, and her feet ached fiercely. “I don’t want to see

so there’s no need for you to escort me. I’ll call

party

his face set in a stonecold mask, and strode out of

flat, without a trace of emotion, “I

request, his deep voice echoing. “I don’t

since you

to the banquet

told you not long ago, that if I truly choose another woman, I

any more time

lashes fluttering briefly

with him, “Should I also thank

jaw clenched, “I made a promise to you,

lightly.”

just endure it all? Do you think

do, I won’t be

at her, “Don’t you like me? Is this the

in me? I said I wouldn’t leave you easily, and I meant it. Or do you see

as a hypocrite?”

briefly, her head

a throbbing pain. “Fine. I’m not feeling well right now, I don’t

talk, and I certainly don’t want to see you

pick me

“Where does it hurt?”

“My head.”

Seth quickened his pace.

thoroughly annoyed. She had never felt such disgust

she didn’t have the energy

compromise and let him

He squinted in the dim light. Glancing at Cicely, who had just

he quickened

phone in hand. “Sir, they

his arms, the man

hurry, otherwise, she might actually be in

Cicely caught every

then gently put her down.

head is pounding, and you insisted

face was tense, “I have other matters to attend

in for you.”

giving Cicely a chance to respond, he turned on his

away.

watching Seth’s retreating

indifference and irony.

corridor, and she shivered. Each step

felt like walking on sharp stones, so she bent down

off.

walked a few steps, saw a swath of light ahead, and

into a sofa in the rest

“I’m not feeling well, my feet hurt

Find a

she hung

front desk. The staff,

“Miss, are you

“A cup

course, just a

the lobby, near

to

disheveled, her posture

other

far, and she would

as long as

go of

you look so beautiful today. I genuinely

the best two scripts. One’s a stage play, coveted

and I’ll give you the lead role, isn’t

I bought it just

need it! I can land roles

in this industry actually get

work alone? You think you’re not an outcast in

parents? The head of the Ellis family won’t treat

you might make it on your own, sure,

at least twenty years. Can you wait

complexion changed ever so slightly.

associate with

life.

of your

you, and I can give

couldn’t match Ray’s strength, and as she struggled to

flooded her mind. Looking for

watching them. She hesitated, not wanting to ask

for help.

staff member brought some water over, glanced in

pretending to have

over to the sofa in the lounge area.

staff

staff, probably accustomed to seeing such scenes, would rather secure

provoke the ire of some rich

of

heads. Cicely frowned and looked back,

see Danielle enveloped in the man’s embrace, his head

Disgusting.

“Help! Cicely!”

deep breath, grabbed

over. She raised the shoe high and

Ray’s head.

out in pain, pushing Danielle away while clutching

grabbing Cicely’s arm with the other. “How

bloodshot, his grip unnaturally hot. After all, Danielle was

the Ellis family. If he was in his right mind, he wouldn’t dare

recklessly.

situation yet unable to

yanked into a room. Staggering,

Danielle.

and staring

expression turned even more startled. She understood what

now irrational man, she shook her

around.

panic, she ran away.

the door closing echoed behind her. Danielle paused,

the corridor had returned to its eerie quiet. Biting

As Danielle hurried away from the ballroom, a group

She froze in her tracks, her face betraying a

panic.

event, attended by several

script auction being the highlight, the

press was crucial to generate buzz

events, entertainment reporters were never far

smooth out her

hoping to

that nothing had

Enter title…

what you said? You

young man dressed as a waiter, followed by a posse of journalists

were questioning him excitedly.

mild distress but confirmed, “No

been shadowing Mr. Ray all evening

who came with that lady is now

seemed off tonight; let’s hope nothing serious

Danielle heard the waiter’s words and her face turned

attempting

of her first, his expression shifting momentarily

succeeded? Or had he

prevent it?d2

he asked, his voice tinged with

she’d been identified, Danielle shook her head, her gaze

“No, nothing’s wrong. Did something

waiter’s face flashed a barely

just that the gentleman who accompanied you has been

happened to see you assisting

something might have happened.”

a whirlwind of panic, barely registered the

she muttered a thanks and tucked

ear, trying to sound calm, “I’m fine,

as Seth’s figure appeared

from behind, Seth’s

waiter’s for a fleeting second. In that one moment, Seth’s

darkened. He had failed.

the reporters who had sniffed

disappointed.

around at the sound of her name,

called

who had been about to leave stopped in their

so slightly as he gently

of detachment. Looking down at her,

wrong? Who

there had been no scandal caught in the act, now was still

salvage the situation.

her gaze. “Nothing,

eyes, gone

head back to the ballroom. You must be looking forward to the rest of

script auction.”

Danielle shook her head, “No need, the auction

unwell.

moment before

latched onto Seth’s arm. As they

glanced down the hallway, biting her lip, her grasp on Seth’s

tightening.

is it?” Seth asked, turning to look

with a forced

actions had derailed the entire plan, but

had to patiently stick with her through the evening,

his failure.

her heart

of her decision. Emotions of shame, self-reproach, and

swirled within her.

Ellis family learn that she had

would possibly detest her. Yet,

to utterly ruin Cicely far outweighed this

family wouldn’t actually kill her, but Cicely would be

reputation of P City’s princess, leading to

importantly, Seth would never want her again. Even if

willing, given Cicely’s character, she would never reconcile

she didn’t care much for the title and status

either. She

she had