The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 2061-2070
Seth returned to the Diaz residence.
The somber funeral parlor was nearly empty, with only a few servants silently
bustling about.
Dressed in a sleek black suit, Seth stood rigid and silent before the hall, his
gaze solemnly fixed on Patty’s black and white portrait. It was unclear what was
going through his mind.
Time seemed to drag until Charlie burst in with urgency, “Mr. Diaz, the Ellis
family has sent someone.”
“Considering we’re practically in-laws, it seems rather harsh to leave me out in
the cold, doesn’t it?” Lana’s icy, sarcastic voice cut through the silence, and
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seconds later she appeared at the entrance to the hall, flanked by two muscular
bodyguards.
Seth remained motionless.d2
Lana stepped inside, moving to one side. She picked up a flower, approached
Seth, and without so much as bending, nonchalantly tossed the flower in front of
Patty’s portrait.
“I’m so happy for you that your son has such a good mother. Got what you
wished for. Your son personally sent his beloved woman straight to jail. Are you
pleased with him now? What’s the look on your face? Happy? Relieved?
Joyful?”
Seth stood still, silent as a grave.
Her biting remarks soaked Charlie in a cold sweat. “Ms. Lana, the deceased
deserves some respect.”
Lana let out a cold laugh, “Which word of mine has disrespected her? I’m
helping her leave without worries. And I’ve brought her a gift that will surely
make her grin from ear to ear down below.”
With that, she raised her hand and one of the bodyguards handed her a
document. She tore open the envelope, pulled out its contents, and turned them
towards Patty’s portrait.
“See clearly now? Divorce Settlement Agreement. And Share Transfer
Agreement.” She enunciated each word with venomous precision, her laughter
revealing a profound loathing. “Aren’t you so happy now? Look how reasonable
Cicely was to get you such a thoughtful gift.”
Charlie watched on, heart pounding, glancing at Seth who stood like a lifeless
statue.
Divorce settlement agreement and share transfer agreement. These documents
alone inspired dread.
Lana’s smile eventually faded as she stepped closer to Patty’s portrait, gently
caressing the warm, generous smile on her face. “Now that you’ve got your gift,
shall we settle our own scores? Did you really love my brother that much, hmm?
Tod lied to you, didn’t he? Was he unkind to you after the wedding? He didn’t
love you, but did you love him? Your actions, where did they leave him? You
wanted everyone to love you, yet you couldn’t love anyone in return. You chose
to die, but why, why drag my brother down with you? How could a selfish
woman like you ever be worthy?!”
In a furious motion, Lana smashed Patty’s portrait to the ground. The frame
shattered on impact, its breaking echo unnaturally clear in the empty hall. She
proceeded to knock down all the flowers and anything else within sight,
unleashing her boundless rage.
Had it not been for Patty’s selfishness and obsession, would the Ellis family
have ended up like this?
“Ms. Lana!” Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to intervene but was blocked
by the men Patty had brought.
“Mr. Diaz!” With no other recourse, Charlie turned to Seth, who remained
impassive, coldly observing Lana’s tirade.
The funerary arrangement was minimalist, and Lana’s destruction was
devastatingly simple. Chaos reigned. She seemed not to have vented enough
but had no choice but to stop.
Her anger still apparent, her hair slightly disheveled. She picked up the
documents from the floor and thrust them into Seth’s chest pocket. “She said to
sign these as soon as possible, and she’s eager to get back to her cell.”
Seth’s dark, calm eyes flickered imperceptibly at her words.
Lana’s lips curled with cruel satisfaction. “I finally understand why Cicely, even
as she was about to be taken by the police, needed to confirm over and over if
you loved her.”
Despite her words, Lana was overwhelmed with an infinite sadness.
Using love as punishment, wasn’t this the most intangible yet most heartwrenching method?
So much love, yet inflicted with such cruelty.
Shaking her head, her cold, thin smile was a boundless irony. “Perhaps you
were right to be confident. Cicely did love you. So, do you feel it now? The more
she loved you, the more she hates you.”
Seth’s chest heaved violently, his pupils contracting, fists clenching tightly.
Lana left, and Charlie, taking in Seth’s demeanor, began to restore order to the
desecrated hall.
Only after a long while did Seth move. He took out the documents Lana had left
him, unfolded them, and saw the words ‘Divorce Settlement Agreement’ in bold.
The contract was straightforward: mutual incompatibility, no children, no
financial disputes, a voluntary separation.
Below, in familiar handwriting, flowed the signature he imagined Cicely making.
Was she expressionless? Undoubtedly determined?
He clenched the papers tightly, then abruptly left the hall.
Charlie jumped, following quickly. “Mr. Diaz, where are you going?”
*
Cicely, clad in a sleek black silk suit, her hair gathered low, was an unusual sight
in the hall.
The once vibrant girl, now in such somber attire, stood out starkly even in the
mourning atmosphere.
She knelt quietly, staring at Creighton’s portrait with a calm, vacant gaze, her
eyes bone-dry, devoid of tears.
When Lana returned, seeing Cicely unchanged from the moment she left, her
heart twisted with sorrow. “Cicely, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the
natural order. Each life has its destiny. No matter the grief, there is a limit. Think
of how dearly your father loved you. If you’re not well, how can he rest in
peace?”
Cicely’s body moved slightly, her gaze calm as she spoke, “Did he sign?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I see.” Cicely’s voice was a mere whisper, devoid of emotion as she turned her
gaze away.
“Don’t be a fool, Cicely. Patty’s death wasn’t your fault. I’ll file an appeal for this
case. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your life, do you understand? You have a whole life
ahead of you. Without Seth, you’ll find a fresh start. You’ll meet a kind man,
have a couple of beautiful kids, and lead the simple life everyone dreams of.”
Cicely’s eyes flickered at the mention of children. She closed her eyes,
momentarily forgetting the unborn life stirring within her.
The housemaid entered quietly, peeking at Cicely before softly informing Lana,
“Mr. Diaz is at the front gate.”
Despite the hushed tone, Cicely overheard. “Don’t let him in. My father doesn’t
want to see him.”
Addressing Cicely directly, the housemaid relayed, “Mr. Diaz insists on seeing
you.”
“I said no. If he’s brought the signed divorce papers, just take them from him,”
Cicely replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
Lana gave the housemaid a look before stepping out herself. At the gate, she
faced Seth, “You still have the nerve to see her after all you’ve done? Planning
on locking her away for life?”
Through the gate, Seth met Lana’s gaze with a steady one of his own. “You’re
filing an appeal, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed, “She’ll have to request it herself.”
Seth stood still, the divorce papers in his grip already creased from the tension.
The veins on his hand stood out, a silent testament to the force he’d used.
Time seemed to slow before Seth finally spoke, “Charlie, give me a pen.”
Charlie flinched, and even Lana was taken aback.
“Mr. Diaz…” Charlie hesitated, not sure what to say. But even without a divorce,
how could Seth and Cicely possibly move forward under these circumstances?
“Give it to me!”
Seth’s command left no room for doubt. Charlie pulled a pen from his pocket
and handed it over.
Seth took the pen and signed his name outside the gate, his usual confident
script now shaky. The pressure of the pen against the paper was palpable, his
signature flowing from the pen as if branded by fire.
Once he finished, he folded the papers and passed them through the gate to
Lana. “If she agrees to the appeal, give this to her.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hand it to her?”
Clutching the pen tightly, Seth’s voice was stiff and solemn, “I think you want her
to appeal even more than I do.”
Taking the papers, Martha looked at the signature, a wave of bitter sorrow
washing over her. She didn’t even know how to hate this manSeth returned to the Diaz residence.
The somber funeral parlor was nearly empty, with only a few servants silently
bustling about.
Dressed in a sleek black suit, Seth stood rigid and silent before the hall, his
gaze solemnly fixed on Patty’s black and white portrait. It was unclear what was
going through his mind.
Time seemed to drag until Charlie burst in with urgency, “Mr. Diaz, the Ellis
family has sent someone.”
“Considering we’re practically in-laws, it seems rather harsh to leave me out in
the cold, doesn’t it?” Lana’s icy, sarcastic voice cut through the silence, and
Enter title…
seconds later she appeared at the entrance to the hall, flanked by two muscular
bodyguards.
Seth remained motionless.d2
Lana stepped inside, moving to one side. She picked up a flower, approached
Seth, and without so much as bending, nonchalantly tossed the flower in front of
Patty’s portrait.
“I’m so happy for you that your son has such a good mother. Got what you
wished for. Your son personally sent his beloved woman straight to jail. Are you
pleased with him now? What’s the look on your face? Happy? Relieved?
Joyful?”
Seth stood still, silent as a grave.
Her biting remarks soaked Charlie in a cold sweat. “Ms. Lana, the deceased
deserves some respect.”
Lana let out a cold laugh, “Which word of mine has disrespected her? I’m
helping her leave without worries. And I’ve brought her a gift that will surely
make her grin from ear to ear down below.”
With that, she raised her hand and one of the bodyguards handed her a
document. She tore open the envelope, pulled out its contents, and turned them
towards Patty’s portrait.
“See clearly now? Divorce Settlement Agreement. And Share Transfer
Agreement.” She enunciated each word with venomous precision, her laughter
revealing a profound loathing. “Aren’t you so happy now? Look how reasonable
Cicely was to get you such a thoughtful gift.”
Charlie watched on, heart pounding, glancing at Seth who stood like a lifeless
statue.
Divorce settlement agreement and share transfer agreement. These documents
alone inspired dread.
Lana’s smile eventually faded as she stepped closer to Patty’s portrait, gently
caressing the warm, generous smile on her face. “Now that you’ve got your gift,
shall we settle our own scores? Did you really love my brother that much, hmm?
Tod lied to you, didn’t he? Was he unkind to you after the wedding? He didn’t
love you, but did you love him? Your actions, where did they leave him? You
wanted everyone to love you, yet you couldn’t love anyone in return. You chose
to die, but why, why drag my brother down with you? How could a selfish
woman like you ever be worthy?!”
In a furious motion, Lana smashed Patty’s portrait to the ground. The frame
shattered on impact, its breaking echo unnaturally clear in the empty hall. She
proceeded to knock down all the flowers and anything else within sight,
unleashing her boundless rage.
Had it not been for Patty’s selfishness and obsession, would the Ellis family
have ended up like this?
“Ms. Lana!” Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to intervene but was blocked
by the men Patty had brought.
“Mr. Diaz!” With no other recourse, Charlie turned to Seth, who remained
impassive, coldly observing Lana’s tirade.
The funerary arrangement was minimalist, and Lana’s destruction was
devastatingly simple. Chaos reigned. She seemed not to have vented enough
but had no choice but to stop.
Her anger still apparent, her hair slightly disheveled. She picked up the
documents from the floor and thrust them into Seth’s chest pocket. “She said to
sign these as soon as possible, and she’s eager to get back to her cell.”
Seth’s dark, calm eyes flickered imperceptibly at her words.
Lana’s lips curled with cruel satisfaction. “I finally understand why Cicely, even
as she was about to be taken by the police, needed to confirm over and over if
you loved her.”
Despite her words, Lana was overwhelmed with an infinite sadness.
Using love as punishment, wasn’t this the most intangible yet most heartwrenching method?
So much love, yet inflicted with such cruelty.
Shaking her head, her cold, thin smile was a boundless irony. “Perhaps you
were right to be confident. Cicely did love you. So, do you feel it now? The more
she loved you, the more she hates you.”
Seth’s chest heaved violently, his pupils contracting, fists clenching tightly.
Lana left, and Charlie, taking in Seth’s demeanor, began to restore order to the
desecrated hall.
Only after a long while did Seth move. He took out the documents Lana had left
him, unfolded them, and saw the words ‘Divorce Settlement Agreement’ in bold.
The contract was straightforward: mutual incompatibility, no children, no
financial disputes, a voluntary separation.
Below, in familiar handwriting, flowed the signature he imagined Cicely making.
Was she expressionless? Undoubtedly determined?
He clenched the papers tightly, then abruptly left the hall.
Charlie jumped, following quickly. “Mr. Diaz, where are you going?”
*
Cicely, clad in a sleek black silk suit, her hair gathered low, was an unusual sight
in the hall.
The once vibrant girl, now in such somber attire, stood out starkly even in the
mourning atmosphere.
She knelt quietly, staring at Creighton’s portrait with a calm, vacant gaze, her
eyes bone-dry, devoid of tears.
When Lana returned, seeing Cicely unchanged from the moment she left, her
heart twisted with sorrow. “Cicely, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the
natural order. Each life has its destiny. No matter the grief, there is a limit. Think
of how dearly your father loved you. If you’re not well, how can he rest in
peace?”
Cicely’s body moved slightly, her gaze calm as she spoke, “Did he sign?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I see.” Cicely’s voice was a mere whisper, devoid of emotion as she turned her
gaze away.
“Don’t be a fool, Cicely. Patty’s death wasn’t your fault. I’ll file an appeal for this
case. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your life, do you understand? You have a whole life
ahead of you. Without Seth, you’ll find a fresh start. You’ll meet a kind man,
have a couple of beautiful kids, and lead the simple life everyone dreams of.”
Cicely’s eyes flickered at the mention of children. She closed her eyes,
momentarily forgetting the unborn life stirring within her.
The housemaid entered quietly, peeking at Cicely before softly informing Lana,
“Mr. Diaz is at the front gate.”
Despite the hushed tone, Cicely overheard. “Don’t let him in. My father doesn’t
want to see him.”
Addressing Cicely directly, the housemaid relayed, “Mr. Diaz insists on seeing
you.”
“I said no. If he’s brought the signed divorce papers, just take them from him,”
Cicely replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
Lana gave the housemaid a look before stepping out herself. At the gate, she
faced Seth, “You still have the nerve to see her after all you’ve done? Planning
on locking her away for life?”
Through the gate, Seth met Lana’s gaze with a steady one of his own. “You’re
filing an appeal, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed, “She’ll have to request it herself.”
Seth stood still, the divorce papers in his grip already creased from the tension.
The veins on his hand stood out, a silent testament to the force he’d used.
Time seemed to slow before Seth finally spoke, “Charlie, give me a pen.”
Charlie flinched, and even Lana was taken aback.
“Mr. Diaz…” Charlie hesitated, not sure what to say. But even without a divorce,
how could Seth and Cicely possibly move forward under these circumstances?
“Give it to me!”
Seth’s command left no room for doubt. Charlie pulled a pen from his pocket
and handed it over.
Seth took the pen and signed his name outside the gate, his usual confident
script now shaky. The pressure of the pen against the paper was palpable, his
signature flowing from the pen as if branded by fire.
Once he finished, he folded the papers and passed them through the gate to
Lana. “If she agrees to the appeal, give this to her.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hand it to her?”
Clutching the pen tightly, Seth’s voice was stiff and solemn, “I think you want her
to appeal even more than I do.”
Taking the papers, Martha looked at the signature, a wave of bitter sorrow
washing over her. She didn’t even know how to hate this manLana returned to Cicely with Seth’s proposition. “He says if you agree to appeal,
he’ll sign the divorce papers.”
Cicely stared at the photo of Creighton, chuckled faintly, “Alright, I agree.”
Lana paused, watching Cicely’s silhouette in silence.
Cicely looked down at the ring she had been caressing on her finger, scrutinized
it for a long while, then, with a deliberate movement, she slid it off. Lifting her
hand, the simple platinum band, devoid of even a single diamond, glinted coldly
under the light.
She gazed at the ring for a few more seconds, then, lowering her lashes, spoke
with an undisturbed calm, “Lana, could you please return this to him for me?”
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Lana stepped forward, hesitated slightly upon seeing the ring, then took it from
Cicely’s hand. Lips pursed, she looked at Cicely, “Cicely, did you…?”d2
“Hmm?”
“Did you know that this was the only way he’d sign the divorce papers? Is that
why you decided to plead guilty in court?”
Cicely smiled again, closing her eyes and shaking her head, her voice
indifferent. “No.”
Lana didn’t say anything, glancing at Creighton’s picture on the hearth in
disbelief.
No one knew how much Creighton loved Cicely better than Cicely herself. So
how could she possibly choose to defy his wishes and ruin her life under a false
accusation of murder?
Maybe everyone had been fooled by this girl.
*
The next day was Creighton’s burial. Cicely had vigil at the wake all night. As
dawn broke, the burial preparations began.
There were many customs to observe at a funeral, and by the time they finished
at the graveside, it was broad daylight.
The weather had been gloomy these past days, and finally, this morning, it
started to rain. It’s a gentle patter, as though reluctant to disturb a world that
seemed a shade too dim.
Cicely stood at Creighton’s gravestone, holding a black umbrella, with Lana by
her side and two uniformed officers behind her. “Ms. Cicely, it’s about time.”
As a convicted criminal, it was only through connections that she was allowed
out, and her 24-hour respite was nearly up.
Cicely blinked slowly and stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch the
gravestone. Her fingers trembled minutely as she leaned in, resting her
forehead against the cold stone.
Tears fell silently.
“Dad, goodbye”
Her calm, soft call made Lana, who had been stoic for days, nearly break down
crying. The day before, Cicely had knelt in the chapel, tearless and silent, her
composure reminiscent of when her mother had passed away.
Lana thought Cicely would weep alone upon returning to her cell, just as she
had cried alone in her room back then, but it wasn’t the same. Back then, Cicely
still had her father; now, she had only herself.
After a long time, she slowly straightened up and stood in silence for a moment
longer with her umbrella before turning and walking over to Lana. “I need to go.”
Lana, noting Cicely’s nonchalant demeanor, nodded softly, “The appeal is in two
days. You’ll—”
“I know.”
Cicely cut her off gently and then hugged Lana, “Thank you.”
Lana patted her shoulder, “Don’t worry.”
“Yeah.”
Then Cicely let go, walked away with the officers.
Lana watched them leave, feeling unease. Something seemed off.
Outside the cemetery, across from the patrol car with its flashing lights, a black
sedan was parked quietly, the rain washing it even darker. Beside it, a tall figure
stood under a black umbrella, his handsome features blurred through the rain.
But how could she not recognize him? For her, it was too easy. Even in a vast
crowd, she’d spot him in an instant.
She stood there, watching him beyond the patrol car, then, with detached poise,
got into the car, folded her umbrella, and threw it to the roadside.
Seth watched the patrol car drive away, then his gaze fell on the umbrella she’d
discarded.
Classic Cicely. One moment, it shielded her from the storm, the next, discarded
like worn-out shoes.
Lana came down from the cemetery, noticing the extra umbrella in his hands,
her brows furrowing slightly. “She said she didn’t want to see you. Why bother?”
Seth spoke evenly, “But she can’t avoid me forever.”
Lana narrowed her eyes, “What do you mean?”
Seth smiled faintly and walked away without a word. Lana hurried after him,
“Don’t tell me you still can’t let her go.”
Seth folded the umbrella neatly and secured it. “I never planned to let go from
the very beginning.”
Lana stood frozen, recalling a comment from Seth. “Do you think I waited all this
time just to drop the case?”
Now it could be rephrased as— “Do you think I waited all this time just to give
up?”
Lana started to feel pained. One wouldn’t compromise. The other wouldn’t let
go. But the more Seth persisted, the more Lana found Cicely’s reactions
peculiar. She couldn’t pinpoint why seeing Seth made her uneasy about Cicely,
but a sense of foreboding lingered.
*
It wasn’t until the day of the second appeal that Lana finally understood. Cicely
was still found guilty, but the case indeed was turned over.
From premeditated murder to manslaughter.
Cicely was sentenced to three to seven years in prison.
At the moment of sentencing, Seth stood abruptly from the plaintiff’s bench, his
gaze dark and stormy, his expression grim. “You lied to me?!”
Cicely smiled faintly, “As if you ever really believed me. Is the case overturned?”
Seth’s arms tensed from clenching his hands.
“It is.” Cicely answered herself, “And I didn’t promise you anything else.”
“Besides, we have Danielle’s testimony.”
Today’s appeal was essentially a continuation of the first trial. If she hadn’t
confessed herself back then, even with Danielle’s testimony at the end of the
first trial, she’d most likely be facing the same outcome as today—a conviction
for manslaughter.
Seth’s eyes were roiling with towering fury. She had deceived him; it was all a
make him
anger, Cicely let out a soft chuckle. “Alright,
But did you ever
answer
came to a realization
words. “Cicely, you…” She knew then that Seth
off easily.
the end of the line.
sort things out for me, and don’t
pretend I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
back to Seth, “If anyone tries to pry
die in there right
bloodshot eyes
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
slight smile of her lips carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with
way? Did you
receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught face
“Lana, he won’t
have
shook her head slightly,
With me, you wouldn’t have
a
about me. My mother was smart, my father was wise, and I
be
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in detention. With the Ellis family’s
manage even to get me out? Someone is aiding Seth,
Ellis family. Even if I truly made it to the airport with you,
As long as he refuses to let me be,
escape.”d2
an epiphany. Indeed, there was
let me help you? Why didn’t
happening to you.”
let me die, so he definitely will look
would be under his surveillance.
me. Using these three years to
perfect. Only then might I have a chance at true
was stunned, lost for words. This child, what had she
be so incredibly
responsible for the deaths of
my penance
not your fault,
fault, all my
Lana, far
covered her mouth, tears streaming down
word.
let’s leave it at that. You should head back
be fine in here. I
Cicely smiled at Lana and then hung up the
days afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to see
refused each time.
Life in prison was
adapt at all.
true princess in a tower. Her bed
softest, her clothes the most comfortable, her meals of the
to be top-notch; she couldn’t lift
to do anything;
before her.
been raised to be “useless,” but no one ever said
Everyone envied her.
own foolishness, she
her whole life.
the confidence, and so did the Ellis
Cicely squandered their wealth for ten generations,
her. A daughter is born to be
Creighton and Millie.
died, and Creighton too. Their daughter
everyone envied, but their daughter didn’t
they had hoped.
felt guilty, she blamed herself, and she was using
to punish herself for every wrong
was the kindest, most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl
*
she was being
others’, so she tossed the
for three days until her meals returned to
cell with
in water. When new bedding arrived, she
the hard cot, standard prison
the guards’
they took photos, sometimes
bowl and staged a suicide attempt by
wrists.
showed the
it, Seth’s eyes, dark and cold, seemed as if they
any moment. He watched the video
a cold laugh.
video completely. “Arrange a
hesitated, “But
Then let her
up his phone with a
*
did indeed see him one
glass, they looked at each other
“What did you want
respond, just locked eyes with her
you won’t speak, I’ll
reaction from Seth. He smirked, still
death. Shall we never
was all Seth said during the visit.
sat in the chair for a long while, eventually letting out
for revenge was strong and
times, and now he
back at her.
*
special arrangements. From now on, I don’t want
about her.”
driving, was taken aback, “But it’s still a
expression and tone. “Living is
dying. She won.”
*
newcomers, Cicely couldn’t escape
the bathroom
food was spat
to have trash deliberately
product pieces from the work detail were sabotaged in
hold back,
anything. She had
in soap across the bathroom floor,
hands.
alone, she couldn’t stand against them.
life, she learned what it meant to yield. It was all
inside her.
discovered the existence
and confusion. Deep down, she
the baby, that it would
moment, she couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.
that this was her
felt she had nothing else, the
more reason to hold on to
excuses to keep the baby, so
good enough reason.
others’ preferences, learning to read between the
in this new reality. She needed
herself
once the untouchable princess of
a compromise of
had to endure.
And endure she did.
how she ended up hanging out with that group
then pitying each other.
relationships, it was
*
again.
the person she had been waiting for
the visiting window stood a man completely unknown to Cicely. “Ms. Cicely,
here on behalf of
That was it, then. “I have a
in understanding. “Mr. Harper accepts
deeply sorry. He’s willing to meet
danced on Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the
City wasn’t without reason.
too hard for
his dear friend, knows anything about my time
man nodded. “Of course. You could
up. “No
*
sensed that he would be kept, or
perhaps
womb. He caused no more
generous and kindly nature had left Cicely with
been in Creighton’s debt, but a public servant’s life
Cicely blatant favoritism. However, upon learning
he arranged for her
under house arrest as discreetly
sensitive nerves, nearly claimed
was a detached observation. Childbirth
pain-free for any woman.
that giving birth is like a walk on the edge of the
grazed the nose of the Grim Reaper himself, but upon seeing
was all
that moment on, she had another family member in this
would never
Her son.
to ensure they would never part in the
temporarily now.
baby was sent away, and Cicely
Hugo.
a temporary separation, just temporary.
simple and
sprawled across the slate-gray
and sneak beneath them. Even with
etched on her
exquisite woman.
blinding light outside was blocked out by the curtains
the bed was silently spitting out a fine
the room were maintained
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bed
delicate veins, quivered, and her
marks, stretched out from
her arms gently as her smooth brow furrowed slightly,
moment, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Her
her beautiful
eyes were still seductive and
that was beyond
lazily swept the room, landed on the
something. Her eyes flinched
the soft pillow for a moment before slowly
and heading to
was also elegantly
gathered, idly
and chit-chatting in hushed
laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just cooking now and
great. I’m so lucky to
the lady upstairs who’s lucky? A pampered mistress
royalty.”
five or six, mostly waiting on her. I
girlfriend doesn’t get this
half of it. Mr. Diaz is not likely to treat his girlfriend like this.
night, nearly scared to death. I’ve never seen Mr.
terrifying. Ms. Cicely was almost dragged
“What happened?”
even scarier upstairs. I could hear Ms. Cicely
from down here.”
Diaz forced
he need to? Keeping her for that purpose
normal? Them being normal would be
“True that.”
servant tiptoed down from upstairs
must be awake.
straightened up
hour later, Cicely descended the stairs
with lace sleeves that tapered gently at the
added a touch of
her skin almost glowing. Her
figure slender and graceful, her eyes half-lidded with
taking an extra step would be an
glass of warm
will be ready
the glass and
few sips, she casually picked up a magazine from the coffee
casually opened inside
a corporate interview, about Diaz
Seth.
a faint
deep pools
the page. Dressed in a black
seemed all the more brooding
had matured since three years ago but had
detached.
he had dragged her
he wanted her
onto
Cicely, lunch
staff attended
still some food left in the bowl, so
turned it on as she brought each bite to her
barrage of messages and missed call
cease.
were a few from others, but most were from Joel, an
reconnected with and gotten along with quite well. He had
years polishing him into a more
The cheerful, sunny boy from back
poise and sophistication.
get in touch with her. Joel had sent a car full of coffee
to the
a fight scene to shoot the
scenes were with Danielle.
and the well-known backing of Seth,
on set. Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed,
day were done, the director told her to
perfect for her to meet Joel that
at No. 8 Mansion, and
players who were so generous
guests to No. 8 Mansion
to open bottles of
shrewd, and Cicely, ever
set salary – a
in her sights as a potential
and No. 8 Mansion was
commission there,
bottles of Louis.
the support,” Cicely accepted his generosity with a
you need anything, just
glanced around, “This is
You should bring your friends
a long moment, “You’re just the
her drink, gazing at the
curved elegantly. “How is
always been so open, never one to
clear what you’re after.”
else do you expect me to disguise my purpose when
as a
flash drive has been
handed over to Seth.”
of wine, murmured an indifferent
and remained expressionless.
deciding not to bring up
the conversation to himself.
had elapsed since Cicely stepped foot into the No. 8
call finally came
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
response left Seth silent for a few seconds; when he
with ice. “You coming out
in and find
and
“What happened?”
downed her glass of wine. “Sorry, I’ve
Let’s
you live? I’ll give you a
moment, grabbed her purse, and stood up.
ride is waiting
together, and there, parked in front of No. 8
The man who should have
had stepped out upon seeing
the driver, felt a chill on his scalp. What if
fame and Seth was discovered to be the
they were
Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they found out
another woman, wouldn’t the
Seth wasn’t worried about the
Why make such
expected to see Seth here. He
her
narrowed slightly as he ascended the steps of No. 8
gaze fell on Cicely’s wrist,
at him, standing quietly behind Joel, her delicate wrist in
looking every bit the protected
scene was somewhat irritating. In fact,
swirling in Seth’s chest.
a faint smile, his designer suit accentuating
and yet, it exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three years
person. Seth now
a leader of great authority,
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
direction of his words was clear, with
Joel worth his
his suspicions, he was still
be involved with
remained silent, and Seth’s gaze stayed on her, as though he would
move, in a relentless standoff. “I need
set.”
the
to be there
you’re with me
tightened.
the word “job” seeming absurd in relation
moment you have
be employee of the month when I ask for
it easy for you
Diaz, why are you so
face. After a
But if we can’t come to an understanding, then
the way, you should let go of her
other men
tone and abruptly pulled her hand
I have time.”
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
Joel away impatiently, her voice
eyes were filled with a chilling
of his
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into the
on the way,
an icy chill
they reached her apartment that Cicely tried to exit the car,
finally broke
“What’s it
was silent for a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking smile. “I’ve
my sugar baby for so long, isn’t
never asked you to keep me. There’s a
the front,
the door to leave but Seth’s firm grip on her wrist pulled
Cicely, “What are
sinister smile, a hint of menace in
you think…”
breath brushed against her face, his fingers caressing then
you think I have Joel killed tonight? What
you say?”
away. “You’re insane!” She turned and
open,
in front of her. Several men
was already bloodied. He
was pressed to the back of
Her mind went blank.
see Seth approaching her, his steps casual. Shaking
confronted him, “Have you lost
a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You seem a
thought I’d come over and prove
waist, pulling her
embrace.
treating you like royalty. Whatever you want, I’m
like throwing a tantrum? Go ahead. If you’re not
night, I respect that. Even when
to accommodate you. Has all this made you
saint who’s always gentle,
that I’m powerless when it comes to
But don’t mistake my leniency for a lack of backbone.
to smooth
seemed to be able to feel the
smile lingered, neither fading nor deepening, maintaining
dark eyes, however, resembled icy obsidian, fixed
her.
hands clutching Seth’s arms, staring back
and
exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise
that moment, his gaze still locked on
her offer. “Alright.” With a single word,
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waist, pulling her forcefully toward the
overwhelming strength.
his pace or power; she was essentially
the elevator, she was nearly flung
with a
she could regain her bearings,
head, his legs forcefully parting her
spiraled. This was the second time she’d seen him
The first was at the
the same issue. Amidst the panic, she
situation absurdly comical.
wasn’t incapable of submission. She’d learned to yield
their fates, indulged in acts too
and yet she could humble herself before
Seth, with his power and wealth, could crush others in
public with a gun declaring he’d take a
refused to capitulate
convinced that he felt differently about her.
to great lengths to keep her
him either. She couldn’t even bring herself
intimacy for money with him for Hugo’s sake, let alone
mattered more
was the last time you were with a woman? Has Danielle been
rush things the minute I agreed to sleep with
chin and leaning down
face away. He forced her
repulsed expression.
“I don’t have a fetish for
you’re in a position to negotiate where
deserve to be in your bed, so can you let
open, and
tingle with dread.
deserve to
surged within Cicely as
you.”
his self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this woman
shatter the walls that
her wrist, dragging her out
Cicely’s panic became
“Let go
open, and the servants rushed to
fury personified, forcefully pulling Ms.
at anything to stop him, but it only resulted in more
effectiveness.
kicked open the bedroom
paler. “Let
want to do this!”
was futile; he lifted her and carried
the bathtub before dousing
clothes clung to her,
eyes unable to open.
good care of you, not for
arm where Joel had held her until
scrub away
pain, and the humiliation,
stare.
tossed the showerhead aside, tearing at her clothes.
but she was no match for Seth’s strength,
ripped
provoked, only the
quell his rage.
was exhausted. Naked and vulnerable,
endure the violent intimacy that was to come.
shut, bracing for what
voice was a low growl as he
know who is
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
again, the chill
mirror in the corner of
reflected back at
swirled within, but she forced it all
welled and her
what I’ve given you enough? How many
What you wear, what you use, what you eat, where you live,
isn’t the best? Can other men afford to
can’t even stand
all about finding ways
have to learn their lessons. What do you think
standing up to me,
her ear. Through the
his chillingly cold eyes.
desolation, she said,
in jail, that’s enough for
tension in
It was an unmistakable hardness, like
steel.
to look at her in the mirror. His
and rigid.The curve of Cicely’s lips widened slightly, her
unable to
I haven’t lost enough for you to understand, but there’s no one
me to lose. Perhaps if I spend a few
the you from back then and the
thing,”
seized Seth’s brow, as if
let go of
room. The icy chill and
space began to dissipate.
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at the reflection in
should have said something, but the sight of her
matter what he said, it
as a lifeline to him.
with for
the phone, he turned and left the bedroom. “I’ve
should get some rest.”
to the room opened and closed, and only after
did Cicely close her
to the bed and sitting
her lap were still
felt like an eternity, there was a knock at the
a nearby throw blanket and wrapped herself
on the
stretched on, each one fraying
your milk
more. She didn’t respond, but the maid entered
took a swift
will be traveling abroad for business and won’t
you need anything, please
of relief. Going abroad
didn’t want to see
＊
was one of
matter of
had nothing
place was her recent best, absolutely splendid
provide what he
not accept
Cicely received a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m off for
me up and take me to the set, or
might just fire me.”
was nonchalant, “What are you worried
give
business. Even before I make it big, I’m
How am I supposed to survive?
scene I need to
a deep breath and put down her fork, “I thought you’d be the least
biggest hassle. Is making money
hard?”
consider letting my brother keep you.
money.”
his whims? If that’s the
germophobe sponsoring a woman seemed less
like risking her
“In your dreams.”
lazily, “I’m heading out
“You haven’t left yet?!
giving Crysti a
for a few days
changed her shoes, and
finally get some peace,
face turned dark.
abroad on business and left me to
you his
servant?”
an awkward smile, “It’s primarily because Mr.
you. Where would you like to go, Ms. Cicely?
door Charlie had opened
I say I
not be
a scoff, Cicely
a breath, wiped the sweat from
into the
up Crysti and
fight scene with the stunt coordinator and
for Danielle, who was late for her
grew tense. The director was visibly impatient, and the
brunt of his
sat next to her, sipping her juice and shaking
Crysti sweat profusely.
fine young lady have to
phone, she took a deep breath.
so desperately in need of
set,
sorry, everyone. I was at the
traffic on the way back. I’ll treat
Please don’t be too
clasped in
anyone to
ask anyone to forgive her, she
not didn’t matter to her, nor
Seth backing her, the biggest investor of
Even if the schedule was delayed, it was his money
not theirs.
important that our big star
off at
glancing over at Cicely, who was sitting there, idly chewing on
of utter boredom. “It’s Seth. He’s off on a
be back for
“Well, that explains it.”
in the group started to tease, while others cast glances at
the renowned Ellis family’s darling, the petite princess
was her
by the balance in her bank
contacts, looking for a sucker to lure into splurging
aware and oblivious to the surrounding
spoke up, “Can we
the time I’m
Can we shoot
glanced instinctively at Crysti.
practicing here
afford to upset either party. His
as a
the most and would love nothing more than to wrap up
dCicely glanced at the time on her phone, not bothering to feign
chair, crossing her legs with a sly smile. “Look, I know
is from a rich family, which might suggest she’s delicate, but she’s
The girl’s been practicing fight scenes
could wait a couple more hours, but she won’t be at her
call it a day and let me take her home to
relief. He had
worked hard enough
pink dress accentuating her perfect complexion.
dab of lip balm,
actresses on set. “And Ms. Danielle’s makeup
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Since everyone’s just hanging around, why don’t we all
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
fell silent. When
up at the promise of free drinks, already
mood, couldn’t disagree.
was all Danielle’s, and they’d all be waiting on her makeup
then, thanks in advance,
went up from the crowd, but Danielle’s face turned
start shooting until 8 PM, and
after 10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner as
wouldn’t have
the set cleared, leaving behind only her
makeup artists, Danielle clenched her fists, her face
even
show up this afternoon, not to
afternoon, wanted to seize the moment to shine,
be that easy,
that Cicely had delivered and the repeated
as if nothing had
had wanted to provoke Cicely
but Cicely seemed
bunch of drinks and snacks in Crysti’s name, but she
around to indulge. With a day’s paycheck in hand, she still had time
could thank Danielle
Mansion. Later that evening,
booked by the crew.
as usual on
a low cough. With no scenes
After lunch, Danielle’s assistant came running,
had caught a cold from working late on the chilly
to the hospital for IV treatment.
were canceled.
was also losing her temper, and smirked as
the director, whose face had soured
at a loss with Danielle. This wasn’t
consent
Cicely stood and smoothed her hair. “Shall I
and head out?”
could the
the city, even Crysti’s
swear. “She’s just relying on her connections, and
weight around. Isn’t she taking things too
of resources not to play the
You should do
would
get caught up in petty fights. It’s harmful all
teased, “Look how sensible you are. But I don’t like
It’s
“Why don’t you just find a job where you can
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