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
him sign the divorce
with anger, Cicely let out a soft chuckle. “Alright, so
you ever really plan
jaw clenched tightly. The answer was obvious. Of
and anguished, suddenly came to a realization upon
words. “Cicely, you…” She knew then that Seth wasn’t going to let
off easily.
of the line. Everything’s over. Take Grandpa and
things out for me, and don’t look for any
Just pretend I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
“If anyone tries to pry
in there right
brow twitched violently, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her.
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
away, the slight smile of her lips carrying a cruel edge.
this way? Did
into Lana’s
“Lana, he won’t
could have left
her eyes and shook her head
you wouldn’t have made it
of a scatterbrain in everyday life, I still have
me. My mother was smart, my father was wise, and I
to be
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in detention. With the Ellis family’s
get me out? Someone is aiding Seth, someone with
Even if I truly made it to the
long as he refuses to let me be, I
escape.”d2
had an epiphany. Indeed, there was that to
let me help you? Why
happening to you.”
let me die, so he definitely will look into my situation,
his surveillance. I don’t want
about me. Using these three years to
have a chance at true
lost for words. This child, what had she been thinking?
she be so
am responsible for the deaths of
penance for
not your
her head, “It is my fault, all my fault. Three years
short, Lana,
tears streaming down
word.
at that. You should
be fine in here. I won’t see you out. I wish you
at Lana and then hung up
afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to
refused each time.
in prison was
adapt at all.
been pampered since birth, a true princess in a tower.
her clothes the most comfortable,
she used had to be top-notch; she couldn’t
to do anything; everything was laid
before her.
been raised to be “useless,” but no one ever said she had it
Everyone envied her.
her own foolishness, she
her whole life.
the confidence, and so
for ten
A daughter is born to
Creighton and Millie.
and Creighton too. Their daughter Cicely could
but their daughter didn’t turn out
they had hoped.
herself, and she was using three
every wrong choice
most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl
*
Cicely found she was being given special treatment. Her
others’, so she tossed the food away,
three days until her
to a solitary cell
bedding arrived, she soaked it again. After
hard cot, standard prison
frequently in the guards’ spotlight, receiving subtle
they took photos,
and staged a suicide
wrists.
terrified, showed the
it, Seth’s eyes, dark and cold, seemed as if they
video over and over, then suddenly
a cold laugh.
the video completely. “Arrange
“But
Then
phone with a calm
*
indeed see him one last
glass, they looked at each
“What did you want to
didn’t respond, just locked eyes
“If you won’t
to elicit a reaction from Seth. He smirked, still fixated on her
death. Shall we
all Seth said during the
the chair for a long while, eventually
revenge
times, and now
get back at her. It was almost beneath
*
all special arrangements. From now on, I don’t want
about her.”
taken aback, “But it’s still
an indifferent expression and tone. “Living
dying. She won.”
*
couldn’t escape the bullying from the
the bathroom and drenched
food was spat
cleaned up only to have trash
product pieces from the work detail were sabotaged in the
been one to hold back, but she
She had seen them drag
across the bathroom floor, laughing wickedly behind
hands.
she couldn’t stand against them. She was pregnant. So, for the
learned what it meant
inside her.
discovered the existence
of panic and confusion. Deep down,
shouldn’t keep the baby, that it would be the right thing
bear the thought of
fact that this was her child
had nothing else, the
the more reason to
keep the baby, so
good enough reason.
to others’ preferences, learning to read between
ways to survive in this new reality.
for herself but
the untouchable princess of
breakthrough, a compromise of
had to endure.
And endure she did.
ended up hanging
then pitying each other.
that in most relationships, it was the women who ended up
*
Cicely again. It was a stranger’s name.
lips. Perhaps the person she had been waiting for
stood a man completely unknown to Cicely. “Ms. Cicely,
of Mr. Harper,” the man
was it, then. “I have a
“Mr.
deeply sorry. He’s willing to meet any demands
smile danced on Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the Harper family’s dominance in
City wasn’t without reason.
too hard for him.
dear friend, knows
nodded. “Of course. You could
stood up. “No
*
the baby sensed that he would be kept, or maybe
or perhaps he
from the womb. He caused
and kindly nature had left Cicely with
been in Creighton’s debt, but a public
couldn’t show Cicely blatant favoritism. However,
and honoring her request, he
under house arrest
heightened by sensitive nerves, nearly claimed Cicely’s life. To
was a detached observation.
pain-free for any woman.
birth is like a walk on the edge of the underworld, and
the Grim Reaper himself, but
was all
she had another family member in
never
Her son.
part
temporarily now.
was sent away,
Hugo.
was only a temporary separation, just temporary. At
and luxurious
of messy hair sprawled across the slate-gray duvet
skin played peek-a-bo and sneak beneath them. Even with
etched on her face rightfully
exquisite woman.
bright white blinding light outside was blocked out
humidifier next to the bed was silently spitting out a fine
humidity in the room
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in bed slowly turned
delicate veins, quivered, and her slender arms, speckled
out
gently as her smooth brow furrowed slightly, and
she reluctantly opened her eyes. Her
her
slight puffiness, her eyes were still seductive and lazy, radiating
was beyond
room, landed
flinched as if stung, closed once
into the soft pillow for a moment
and heading
the decor was also elegantly simple, with
staff gathered, idly dusting corners already
chit-chatting in
is so laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just
the pay’s great. I’m so lucky to have landed
upstairs who’s lucky? A pampered mistress
royalty.”
of five or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even
girlfriend doesn’t get
half of it. Mr. Diaz is not likely to
nearly scared to death. I’ve
Cicely was
“What happened?”
it was even scarier upstairs.
from down here.”
Mr. Diaz forced himself on Ms.
her for that
you think they’re normal? Them being normal would be
“True that.”
another servant tiptoed down from upstairs and whispered
She must be awake. Let’s get
straightened up
Cicely descended the
tapered gently at the wrists. The
added a touch
almost glowing. Her hair fell
and graceful, her
would be an
hurried over with a glass of warm water, saying
lunch will be
taking the glass and moving
picked up a magazine
opened inside
interview, about Diaz International, so it was
Seth.
in the photo wore a faint smile that never
were deep pools of ice,
page. Dressed in a black
he seemed all the more
ago but had also become colder
detached.
how furiously he had dragged her from No.
as if he wanted her dead, her
back onto the coffee
Cicely, lunch is
attended to
there was still some
on as she brought
barrage of messages and missed call
cease.
from others, but most were from
gotten along
abroad, the years polishing him into a
sunny boy from back then
poise and sophistication.
wasn’t hard to get in touch with her. Joel had sent a car full of coffee
to the set
scene to shoot the
scenes were with Danielle.
numerous commitments and the well-known backing of Seth,
Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed,
day were done, the
her to meet Joel
known as “Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and now
by serious power players who were
guests to No. 8 Mansion at gatherings, and when
open bottles of
was shrewd, and Cicely, ever the opportunist, worked
set salary
her sights as a potential big spender. They were
and No. 8 Mansion
Cicely earned her commission there, Joel didn’t hesitate to
bottles of Louis.
support,” Cicely accepted his generosity
anything, just
around, “This is
should bring your friends
a long moment, “You’re just
at the empty
her brows curved elegantly.
open, never one to hide
clear what you’re after.”
else do you expect me to disguise
as a
flash drive has been recovered and I
handed over to Seth.”
another glass of wine, murmured an indifferent
and remained expressionless.
bring up Cicely’s past anymore. Instead,
the conversation to himself.
minutes had elapsed since Cicely stepped foot into the No.
call finally came
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for a few seconds;
voice was coated with ice. “You
and find
scoffed and hung
“What happened?”
downed her glass of wine. “Sorry,
Let’s catch up
live? I’ll
moment, grabbed her purse,
ride is waiting
parked in front of
S-class car, arrogantly stationed. The man who should have
had stepped out upon seeing
on his scalp. What if
since Danielle’s rapid rise to fame and Seth was discovered to be the
her success, they were
was Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they found
wouldn’t the entertainment
about the gossip, this unwanted hassle could
make such a
had never expected to see Seth here.
pulled her behind
eyes narrowed slightly as he ascended
them. His gaze fell on Cicely’s wrist, held
at him, standing quietly behind Joel,
bit the
was somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible tension was
swirling in Seth’s chest.
his designer
yet, it exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three years
Seth now seemed like a man
of great authority,
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
of his words was clear, with no pleasantries for
worth his
his suspicions, he was still taken aback. Joel thought
longer be involved with
stayed
relentless standoff. “I need to get back to
set.”
scoffed. “Since when did the set become so important
be
you’re with
grip tightened. “That’s
“job”
One moment you have time to catch up, the next
month when I ask for
the whole crew a break, make it
chimmed in, “Mr. Diaz, why are
landed on Joel’s face. After
her. But if we can’t come to an understanding, then I
you should let go
men
the danger in Seth’s tone and abruptly pulled her hand
I’ll get in touch when I have time.” Her voice carried
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
pushed Joel away impatiently, her voice louder
were filled with a chilling
his lips suggested
*
into the
the way, the atmosphere in the vehicle
front, felt an icy chill
apartment that Cicely tried to exit the
voice finally broke the silence. “Worried
stopped, “What’s
a moment, his face bearing a
for so long, isn’t it time you slept
you to keep me. There’s a line of
at the front, isn’t
leave but Seth’s firm
surged through Cicely, “What are you
a sinister smile, a hint of
you think…”
face,
delicate jaw. “What do you think I have Joel killed tonight? What
you say?”
pushed him away.
open,
up in front
already bloodied. He steadied himself
was pressed to the back
Her mind went blank.
see Seth approaching her, his
confronted him, “Have you
stepped up beside her, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
I thought I’d come over and prove
her waist, pulling her
embrace.
it’s like I’ve been treating you like royalty. Whatever you want, I’m
You feel like throwing
night, I respect that.
you. Has all
who’s always gentle, agreeable,
powerless when it comes to you, it’s just that
to be tough. But don’t mistake my leniency
the one to smooth things
be able to feel the
neither fading nor deepening, maintaining
dark eyes, however, resembled icy obsidian, fixed intently
her.
clutching Seth’s arms,
him go, and I’ll sleep
exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and
at that moment, his gaze
“Alright.” With a single word, he
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on Cicely’s waist, pulling her forcefully toward the apartment with
overwhelming strength.
couldn’t match his pace or
the elevator, she was nearly flung inside,
the wall with a force
her bearings, Seth’s
head, his
spiraled. This was the second
was
there were over the same issue.
situation absurdly comical.
learned to
their fates, indulged in acts too
yet she could humble herself
power and wealth, could crush others in his
stand in public with a gun declaring he’d take a life without batting an
to capitulate
he felt differently about her. Convinced
lengths to keep her by his side. Surely he wouldn’t kill
with him either. She
him for
one mattered more
the last time you were with a woman? Has Danielle been
to rush things the minute I agreed to sleep with
gripping her chin and leaning down to claim
forced her face back, his dark eyes boring
expression.
have a fetish
think you’re in a position to negotiate where
think I deserve to be in
doors slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze made Cicely’s
tingle with dread.
deserve to be in? That half-dead man
flee surged within Cicely as she faced the open
you.”
his self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this woman who seemed
countless ways to shatter the walls that trapped
snarl, he grabbed her
the apartment, Cicely’s panic became frantic, and
“Let go of
the servants
fury personified, forcefully pulling
tried to grasp at anything to stop him, but it only
effectiveness.
kicked open the bedroom
even paler. “Let go of
want to do this!”
was futile; he lifted her and carried her straight
the bathtub before dousing
clothes clung to her, hair plastered to her
eyes unable to open.
not
where Joel had held her until it reddened
if trying to scrub away a layer of
chill, the pain, and the humiliation,
stare.
showerhead aside, tearing at her clothes. Cicely
him, but she was
ripped
was like a lion provoked, only the slaughter
quell his rage.
was
the violent intimacy that was to come.
bracing
voice was a low growl as
at me! Do you know who is in
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
lifted again, the
in the corner of the bedroom, she saw
gaze reflected back at
pain, panic, and injustice swirled within, but
welled and her eyes
you enough? How many women out there are
you use, what you eat,
other men afford
Aren’t you the type who can’t even stand to lose the slightest bit? If
it all about finding
to learn their lessons. What do you
from standing up to me,
breath sprayed on her ear. Through the mirror, Cicely
his chillingly cold eyes.
her desolation,
jail, that’s enough for a lifetime of
feel the rigid tension in Seth’s body
was an unmistakable hardness,
steel.
eyes to look at her in the mirror. His icy gaze was
Cicely’s lips widened slightly, her reddened
to look
lost enough for you to understand, but there’s no one
me to lose. Perhaps if I spend a few more years behind bars,
from back then and
thing,” she
seized Seth’s brow, as
let go of
the room. The icy chill and hostility that had filled
space began to dissipate.
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behind her, staring at the reflection in the mirror
but the sight of
It felt like no matter what he said, it would
the phone came as a lifeline to
touch with for a long
and left the
should get some rest.”
opened and closed, and only after the
quite some time did Cicely close her eyes and be still
the
lap were
an eternity, there was
nearby throw blanket and wrapped herself
the door,
each one fraying her nerves to a
Cicely, your milk
more. She didn’t
the nightstand, she took a swift glance at Cicely.
be traveling abroad for business and won’t return
anything, please
abroad
and she certainly didn’t want
＊
was one of P
wasn’t just a matter of
for Cicely, who had nothing and
was her
right; not many could provide what
here, not accept
Cicely received a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m off
pick me up and
might just fire me.”
“What are you worried
give you
make it big, I’m already being accused
How am I supposed to survive? Hurry up, there’s
scene I
and put down her fork, “I
the biggest hassle. Is making money supposed
hard?”
you should consider letting my
money.”
his whims? If that’s the case, it
that germophobe sponsoring
like risking
“In your dreams.”
lazily, “I’m
“You haven’t left yet?!
without giving Crysti a chance to
few days if nothing
her
she’d finally get some
face turned dark.
abroad on business and left me to
in anger, “Are you his personal
servant?”
smile, “It’s primarily because Mr.
like to go, Ms. Cicely? I’ll
opened for
if I say I don’t
not be
a scoff, Cicely slid into
a breath, wiped the
hurried into
picked up Crysti and
upcoming fight scene with the stunt coordinator
was late for her scene with Crysti,
director was visibly impatient, and
bore the brunt of his
next to her, sipping her juice
Crysti sweat profusely.
did a fine young lady have to subject
her bank account on her phone, she
was so desperately in
about to set,
was at the airport sending
back.
don’t
her hands clasped in a pleading and
for anyone to
didn’t ask anyone to forgive her, she just tried
or not didn’t matter to her, nor
Seth backing her, the biggest
delayed,
not theirs.
“Who’s so important that our
off at the
at Cicely, who was sitting there,
of utter boredom. “It’s Seth. He’s off on
be back for
“Well, that explains it.”
group started to tease, while
Ellis family’s darling, the petite princess of P City.
was her relationship with Mr.
in hand, tormented by the balance in her
through her contacts, looking for a sucker
both aware and
glance at Cicely and then spoke up, “Can we push back
for today? By the time I’m done with
Can we shoot something else
his brow and glanced
practicing here
tough spot; he couldn’t afford to upset either party. His
hoping to use her as
hassle the most and would love nothing
at the time on her phone,
chair, crossing her legs with a sly smile.
family, which might suggest she’s delicate, but she’s
of ’em. The girl’s been practicing fight scenes all
wait a couple more hours, but she won’t be
call it a day and let me
exhaled with relief. He had expected as
has worked hard enough
dress accentuating her perfect complexion.
balm, she looked as radiant
set. “And Ms. Danielle’s
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just hanging around, why don’t we all go
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
When
weary crew perked up at the promise of free
mood, couldn’t disagree.
and they’d all
then, thanks
but Danielle’s face turned sour. Two
meant she wouldn’t start shooting until 8 PM,
10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner
clearly, she wouldn’t have time
only her agent, a couple of
clenched her fists, her face pale
the set even when
up this afternoon, not to get
seize the moment
easy, not with Cicely
had delivered and the repeated
couldn’t act as if nothing had
wanted to provoke Cicely
Cicely seemed
bunch of drinks and snacks in Crysti’s
paycheck in hand, she
She could thank Danielle for acting the
8 Mansion. Later that evening, she returned to the
booked by the crew.
next day was business as usual on set, but Danielle
in a low cough. With no scenes
practicing. After lunch,
cold from working late on the chilly
hospital for IV treatment. The afternoon and evening
were canceled.
was also
face
at a loss with Danielle. This wasn’t a request for leave;
implying consent wasn’t
app, Cicely stood and smoothed her hair.
and head out?”
could the director
to the city, even Crysti’s usual patience was tested, and
help but swear. “She’s just relying on her
Isn’t
waste of resources not
You should do
breath, “That would drive the
not get caught up in petty
how sensible you are.
It’s
was speechless, “Why don’t you just find a job
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