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
him seethe with anger, Cicely let
you. But did you ever really plan to let
jaw clenched tightly. The answer was obvious. Of
suddenly came to a realization upon
words. “Cicely, you…” She knew then that Seth
off easily.
of the line. Everything’s
about me, don’t sort things out for me, and don’t look for
me. Just pretend I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
to Seth, “If anyone
die in there right
bloodshot eyes glaring at her. “Are
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
smile of her lips carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with her.
way? Did you deceive
Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught face
he won’t let me
have left
closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, “Don’t you
wouldn’t have made it
have been a bit of a scatterbrain in everyday life, I still have
my father was wise,
be a
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in detention. With the Ellis family’s influence, how could
even to get me out?
power than the Ellis family. Even if I truly made it to the
find a way to block me. As long as he
escape.”d2
suddenly had an epiphany. Indeed,
you? Why didn’t you let me find out
happening to you.”
so he definitely will look into my
be under his surveillance. I don’t
these three years to make him completely
Only then might I have a chance
lost for words. This child, what
she be so incredibly
responsible for the deaths of Dad and Issac.
my penance for
your fault,
all my fault. Three years for two
short, Lana,
covered her mouth, tears streaming down
word.
it at that. You should head back soon.
here. I won’t see
smiled at Lana and then hung up the
afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to
refused each time.
Life in prison was tough. She really
adapt at all.
true princess in a
most comfortable, her meals
used had to be top-notch;
didn’t have to do anything; everything was laid
before her.
be “useless,” but no one ever
Everyone envied her.
foolishness, she
her whole life.
had the confidence, and so did
Cicely squandered their wealth for
is born to be
Creighton and Millie.
Creighton too. Their
envied, but their daughter didn’t turn
they had hoped.
felt guilty, she blamed herself, and she was using
punish herself for every wrong choice
daughter, Cicely, was the kindest, most well-behaved, and
*
expected, Cicely found she was being given special treatment.
others’, so she tossed the food away, refusing to eat
until
solitary cell with
arrived, she
cot, standard prison
in the guards’ spotlight,
took photos, sometimes they recorded
she smashed a bowl and staged a
wrists.
the video
dark and cold, seemed as if they might
watched the video over and over, then
a cold laugh.
video completely. “Arrange
“But she
Then
phone with a calm and detached
*
indeed see him
visiting glass, they looked at
did you want to
respond, just locked eyes with her
you won’t speak, I’ll
elicit a reaction from Seth. He
Shall we
all Seth said during
for a long
for revenge was strong
had fooled him a few times, and now he was using
her. It was
*
special arrangements. From now on, I don’t want
about her.”
who was driving, was taken
indifferent expression and tone. “Living
dying. She won.”
*
Cicely couldn’t escape
locked in the bathroom and drenched in
was spat
have trash deliberately thrown in her
from the work
one to hold back, but she was carrying
of anything. She had seen them drag
across the bathroom floor, laughing wickedly
hands.
stand against them. She was pregnant. So,
life, she learned what it meant to yield.
inside her.
existence of her unborn baby,
a whirlwind of panic and confusion. Deep down, she knew
baby, that it would be the right thing
moment, she couldn’t bear the thought of
this was her
she felt she had
all the more reason to hold on to this
she was making excuses to keep the baby, so any reason felt like
good enough reason.
to others’ preferences, learning to read between
survive in this
for herself but
princess of P
compromise of actions.
had to endure.
And endure she did.
hanging
then pitying each other.
it was the women who ended up
*
had requested to visit Cicely again. It
her lips. Perhaps the person she had been waiting for had
visiting window stood a man
of Mr. Harper,” the
have a score
man nodded in understanding. “Mr. Harper accepts all
He’s willing to
Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the Harper
City wasn’t without reason.
hard for him. I have just one
friend, knows anything about my time in
course. You could ask
stood up. “No
*
sensed that he would be kept, or maybe
Cicely’s burdens, or perhaps he inherited Seth’s
from the womb. He
and kindly nature had left Cicely with one last
Creighton’s debt,
he couldn’t show Cicely blatant favoritism.
her request, he arranged
under house arrest
by sensitive nerves, nearly claimed
this was a detached observation. Childbirth
pain-free for any woman.
giving birth is like a walk on the edge of the underworld, and
the nose of the Grim Reaper himself, but upon seeing
it was all
another family member in this
never leave
Her son.
they would never part in the future, they
temporarily now.
sent
Hugo.
a temporary separation, just
simple and luxurious
of messy hair sprawled across the slate-gray duvet and
played peek-a-bo and sneak beneath them. Even
shut, the serene expression etched on her face rightfully
exquisite woman.
was
the bed was silently spitting out
in the room were maintained at a
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woman in bed slowly turned over. Her pale
quivered, and her
stretched out from under the
arms gently as her smooth brow furrowed slightly, and
moment, she reluctantly opened her
her beautiful resting
eyes were still seductive and lazy,
that was beyond
landed on
flinched as if stung, closed once
head into the soft pillow for a moment
and heading to
also elegantly simple, with every detail
gathered, idly dusting corners already devoid of
chit-chatting in
is so laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just cooking now
so
the lady upstairs who’s lucky? A pampered mistress
royalty.”
five or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even Mr.
girlfriend doesn’t get
half of it. Mr. Diaz is not
duty last night, nearly scared to death. I’ve
terrifying. Ms. Cicely was almost dragged
“What happened?”
scarier upstairs.
from down here.”
Diaz forced himself
he need to? Keeping her for that purpose is normal,
think they’re normal? Them being normal
“True that.”
tiptoed down from
She must
straightened up and scattered
later, Cicely descended the stairs in
lace sleeves that tapered gently at the wrists.
added a touch of
luminous, her skin almost glowing. Her hair fell
and graceful, her eyes half-lidded with
extra step would be an unforgivable luxury in the eyes of
hurried over with a glass of
lunch will
the glass and moving
up a magazine from the
opened inside
interview, about Diaz International, so it was normal to
Seth.
wore a faint smile that never quite reached
deep pools
even from the page. Dressed in a black
hue, he seemed all the more brooding and
matured since three years ago but had also become colder and
detached.
he had dragged her from No.
if he wanted her dead,
magazine back onto the
lunch is
staff attended to
end of the meal, there was still some food left in the bowl, so she took
and turned it on as she brought each bite to her
barrage of messages and missed call notifications popped
cease.
were a few from others, but most were from Joel,
recently reconnected with and gotten along with quite well. He
abroad, the years polishing him into a
sunny boy from back then now carried himself
poise and sophistication.
touch with her. Joel
to the set
to shoot the next afternoon, and most
scenes were with Danielle.
and the well-known backing of Seth,
on set. Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed, so
done, the
perfect for her to meet Joel that
known as “Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and now she
who were so
their guests to No. 8 Mansion at gatherings, and
open
was shrewd, and Cicely, ever the opportunist,
with no set salary – a mutually beneficial
Joel was in her sights as a potential big spender. They were going to
Mansion was
Cicely earned her commission there, Joel didn’t
bottles of Louis.
for the support,” Cicely accepted his generosity with a
you need anything,
around, “This is a fine place to unwind,
You should bring
her for a long moment, “You’re just the
her drink, gazing at the
elegantly. “How is that
one to hide your true
clear what you’re after.”
else do you expect me to disguise my purpose when I
as a
chuckled, “The stuff on the flash drive has been recovered
handed over to Seth.”
poured herself another glass of wine, murmured an indifferent “I
and remained expressionless.
up
the conversation to himself.
elapsed since Cicely stepped foot into the No.
call finally
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for a few
with ice. “You coming out on your
in and
and
“What happened?”
her glass of wine. “Sorry, I’ve got work tomorrow
much. Let’s
you live? I’ll give you a ride
closed her eyes for a moment, grabbed her purse, and
ride
together, and there, parked in front of No.
arrogantly stationed. The man who should
stepped out upon seeing
the driver, felt a chill on his scalp. What if the paparazzi
since Danielle’s rapid rise to fame and Seth was
her success, they were often followed by
Mr. Diaz’s
woman, wouldn’t the entertainment world
about the gossip, this unwanted hassle could
make such a rookie
never expected to see Seth here.
her
narrowed slightly as he ascended the steps of No. 8 Mansion
His gaze fell on Cicely’s wrist, held by
him, standing quietly behind
every bit
irritating. In fact, an invisible tension was
swirling in Seth’s chest.
face carried a faint smile, his designer suit accentuating his
it exuded a chilling,
just one person. Seth now seemed like a man who
a leader of
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
words was clear, with no pleasantries for
worth
had his suspicions, he was
no longer be involved with
stayed on her, as though he would
if she didn’t move, in a relentless standoff. “I need to get back to
set.”
“Since when did the
to be there
but you’re with me
grip tightened.
again, the word “job” seeming
One moment you have time to catch up, the
of the month when
break, make it
Diaz,
on Joel’s face. After a long pause, he spoke
But if we can’t come to an understanding, then
to be coercive. And by the way, you should
other men touching my
sensed the danger in Seth’s tone and abruptly
get in touch when I have time.” Her voice
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
her voice louder than usual.
but his eyes were filled with a chilling
smile of his
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got into the car
them spoke on the way, the atmosphere in the
front, felt an icy chill over
apartment that Cicely tried to exit the
deep voice finally broke the silence. “Worried about
stopped, “What’s it to
silent for a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking
baby for so long, isn’t it time
“I never asked you to keep me. There’s
with you, Danielle at the front, isn’t
leave but Seth’s firm grip on her
Cicely, “What are you
smile, a hint
you think…”
against her face,
you think I have Joel killed tonight? What
you say?”
away. “You’re insane!” She turned and
door open,
moment, a car pulled up in front of her.
forward; his face was already bloodied. He steadied himself
pressed to
Her mind went blank.
spun around to see Seth approaching her,
him, “Have you lost
a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You seem a
I’d come over
arm around her waist, pulling her close with an
embrace.
treating you like royalty. Whatever you want, I’m
You feel like throwing a tantrum? Go ahead. If you’re not
mood for sex at night, I respect that.
to accommodate you. Has all this made you think I’m some
pushover? A saint who’s always gentle, agreeable,
not that I’m powerless when it comes to you, it’s
to be tough. But don’t mistake my leniency
the one to smooth things
to douse the flames.”Charlie seemed to be able to feel the air gradually
smile lingered, neither fading nor deepening, maintaining
dark eyes, however, resembled icy obsidian, fixed
her.
Seth’s arms, staring back at
him go, and I’ll sleep with you.” she
Joel exclaimed, his voice
expression twitched at that moment, his gaze
her offer. “Alright.” With
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waist, pulling her forcefully
overwhelming strength.
pace or
the elevator, she was nearly
with a force that left her
bearings, Seth’s presence overwhelmed her.
above her head, his legs forcefully parting her
was the second time she’d
first was at
there were over the same issue. Amidst the panic, she
situation absurdly comical.
wasn’t incapable of submission. She’d learned
indulged in acts too
could
Seth, with his power and wealth, could crush
public with a gun declaring he’d take a life without
to capitulate
he
lengths to keep her
she didn’t want to sleep with him either.
intimacy for money with him for Hugo’s
mattered more
last time you were with a woman? Has
things the minute I agreed
and leaning down to claim her
He forced her face back, his dark eyes boring
expression. “Having second
“I don’t have a
a position to negotiate
think I deserve to be in your bed, so
slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze
tingle with dread.
deserve to be
within Cicely as
you.”
crumble before
to shatter the walls
a snarl, he grabbed her wrist, dragging
Cicely’s panic
“Let go of
open, and the servants rushed
Seth, fury personified, forcefully pulling Ms.
anything to stop him, but it only
effectiveness.
open the
Cicely’s face turned even paler.
want to do this!”
her and carried her straight to
the bathtub before dousing her with
clung to her, hair
eyes unable to open.
good care of you, not for you to be touched by
growled, rubbing her arm where Joel had held her until
scrub away a layer of
and the humiliation, Cicely
stare.
tossed the showerhead aside, tearing at her
silently defying him, but she was no
ripped
was like a lion provoked, only the slaughter of all nearby
quell his rage.
Cicely was exhausted. Naked and vulnerable, she
endure the violent intimacy that was to
shut, bracing for
your eyes!” Seth’s voice was a low growl
at me! Do you know who
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
spun as she was lifted again, the chill forcing her
in the corner of the bedroom,
reflected
panic, and injustice swirled within, but she
tears welled and her eyes
given you enough? How many women out
wear, what you use, what you eat, where you live,
best? Can other men afford
type who can’t even
it all about finding ways to
always have to learn their lessons. What
standing up
slightly cold breath sprayed on her ear. Through the mirror,
his chillingly cold eyes.
a bitter smile masking her desolation, she said, “Two
jail, that’s enough for
in
was an unmistakable hardness,
steel.
to look at her in the mirror. His
with frostbite, intense and rigid.The curve of Cicely’s lips widened slightly, her
unable to
for you to understand,
if I spend a few more
from back then and the
same thing,” she
tension seized Seth’s brow, as if
go
The icy chill and hostility that had filled
space began to dissipate.
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staring at the reflection in
said something, but the
felt like no matter what he said, it
of the phone came as a
touch with for a long
he turned and left the bedroom. “I’ve got
should get some rest.”
closed, and only
quiet for quite some time did Cicely close
the bed and sitting
on her lap were still vaguely
eternity, there was a knock at
throw
the
fraying her nerves
your milk
relaxed once more. She didn’t respond, but the
nightstand, she took
will be traveling abroad for business and won’t return
anything,
a sigh of relief. Going abroad meant he wouldn’t be back
want
＊
was one of P City’s
matter of money. For some
had nothing and had just
her recent
could provide what he had given her.
live here, not accept anything from
received a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m off for a
me up and take me to
might just fire me.”
you worried about?
give you
is show business. Even before I make it big, I’m
tantrums. How am I supposed to survive? Hurry up, there’s
scene I
took a deep breath and put down her fork, “I thought
biggest hassle. Is making money
hard?”
consider letting my brother keep
money.”
whims? If that’s the case, it
sponsoring a woman seemed
and more like
“In your dreams.”
“I’m heading
“You haven’t left yet?!
without giving Crysti
few days if nothing unexpected comes up.” She
her shoes,
finally get some peace, but seeing Charlie downstairs,
face turned dark.
gone abroad on business and
laughed in anger, “Are you his personal
servant?”
an awkward smile, “It’s primarily because Mr. Diaz is
to go, Ms. Cicely?
car door Charlie had opened for her,
say I
might not
a scoff, Cicely slid
the door, Charlie let out a breath, wiped
hurried into
and headed to
fight scene with the stunt
was late for her scene
grew tense. The director was visibly
the brunt of his
next to her, sipping her juice and
Crysti sweat profusely.
fine young lady
bank account on her phone,
who was so
sun was about to set, Danielle finally arrived, apologizing
everyone. I was at the airport sending someone off,
back. I’ll treat everyone to dinner
don’t be
bowed continuously, her hands clasped in a pleading
making it hard for anyone to continue being upset with her.
ask anyone to forgive her, she just tried
her or not didn’t matter to her, nor did
because she had Seth backing her, the biggest investor of
if the schedule was delayed,
not theirs.
important that
off
over at Cicely, who was sitting
“It’s Seth.
be back for a
“Well, that explains it.”
few in the group started to tease, while others cast glances at Cicely, who
family’s darling, the petite princess of P
her relationship
by the balance in her bank
a sucker
aware and oblivious to the surrounding
spoke up, “Can we push back the
today? By the time
Can we
director furrowed his brow and glanced instinctively at Crysti. The kid
practicing here all
couldn’t afford to upset either
her as a mediator. After all,
the most and would love
the time on her phone, not bothering to feign ignorance.
chair, crossing her legs with a sly smile. “Look, I know
which might suggest she’s delicate, but
the rest of ’em. The girl’s been practicing fight
more hours, but she won’t be at her best. So,
call it a day and let me take her home
exhaled with relief. He had expected as much from
worked hard
pink dress accentuating
and a dab of lip balm,
Ms. Danielle’s makeup alone will
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Since everyone’s just hanging around, why don’t we all
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
fell silent. When did
crew perked up at the
seeing the mood,
they’d all be waiting on her
then, thanks in
but Danielle’s face
she wouldn’t start shooting until 8 PM, and wouldn’t be
10 PM. She had just offered to
clearly, she wouldn’t
leaving behind only her agent, a couple
Danielle clenched her fists,
even when
show up this afternoon, not to get into
wanted to seize the moment to shine,
to be that easy, not with
for the slap that Cicely had delivered
Danielle couldn’t act as if nothing had
Cicely by mentioning
Cicely seemed
drinks and snacks in Crysti’s name, but she
around to indulge. With a day’s paycheck in hand,
She could thank Danielle
was off to No. 8 Mansion. Later that evening, she returned
booked by the crew.
usual on set, but Danielle was
low cough. With
practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant came
late on the chilly
to the hospital for IV
were canceled.
also losing her temper, and smirked as
the director, whose face had soured
a loss with Danielle. This wasn’t a request for leave; it was
implying consent wasn’t
Cicely stood and smoothed her hair. “Shall
and head out?”
else could
the drive back to the city, even
but swear. “She’s just relying on her connections,
her weight around. Isn’t she taking things too
“Isn’t it a waste of resources not to play
the clout? You
“That would drive the director insane. Besides,
act, not get caught up in
how sensible you are. But I don’t like you
this. It’s
speechless, “Why don’t you just find a job
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