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
Cicely let
you. But did you ever really
tightly. The answer was obvious.
suddenly came to a realization
She knew then that Seth wasn’t going
off easily.
the end of the line.
me, don’t sort things out for me,
I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
slowly shifted back to Seth, “If anyone
die in
bloodshot eyes glaring at
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
smile of her lips carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately
this way? Did you deceive
the receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught face and
won’t let
have
closed her eyes and shook her head slightly,
wouldn’t have made
a scatterbrain
me. My mother was smart, my father was wise, and I
be
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spent three days in detention. With the Ellis family’s
even to get me out? Someone is aiding Seth, someone
Even if I
me. As long as he refuses to let
escape.”d2
an epiphany. Indeed, there was that
Why didn’t you
happening to you.”
definitely will look into my
would be under his surveillance. I don’t want him to
about me. Using these three years to
might I have a chance at
was stunned, lost for words. This child, what had she
she be so
for the deaths of
my penance for
your fault,
is my fault, all my fault.
short, Lana,
down her face,
word.
let’s leave it at that. You should head
fine in here. I won’t see you
Lana and then
days afterward, Seth repeatedly
refused each time.
serving her sentence. Life in
adapt at all.
been pampered since birth, a true
the most
she used had to be top-notch; she
didn’t have to
before her.
to be “useless,” but
Everyone envied her.
for her own foolishness, she could’ve
her whole life.
confidence, and so
wealth for
A daughter is born to be cherished, especially the
Creighton and Millie.
Millie died, and Creighton too. Their daughter Cicely
but their daughter didn’t turn out as
they had hoped.
blamed herself, and she
for every wrong choice she had
kindest, most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl
*
expected, Cicely found she was being given special treatment.
from the others’, so she tossed the food away,
three days until
to a solitary cell
arrived, she soaked
on the hard cot, standard prison bedding
in the guards’
they took photos,
video, she smashed a bowl and staged a suicide attempt by cutting
wrists.
showed the video to
dark and cold, seemed as if
at any moment. He watched the video over and over, then
a cold laugh.
the video
“But
last time. Then let
up his phone with
*
indeed see him
they looked at each other
did you
didn’t respond, just locked eyes
you won’t
Seth. He smirked, still fixated on
or death. Shall we never
was all Seth said during the visit. Then
the chair for a long
revenge was
fooled him a few times, and now he was using such a
at her. It was almost beneath
*
now on, I don’t want
about her.”
driving, was taken aback, “But it’s still a
an indifferent expression
dying. She won.”
*
newcomers, Cicely couldn’t escape the bullying from
bathroom and drenched in
food was
only to have
the work detail
back, but she
were capable of anything. She had seen them
in soap across the bathroom floor, laughing
hands.
against them. She was pregnant. So, for the
what it meant to
inside her.
the moment she discovered the existence of her
and confusion. Deep
baby, that it would
couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. She couldn’t let go
fact that this was her child
she felt she had nothing else, the baby
It seemed all the more reason to hold on to this tiny life.
was making excuses to keep the baby, so
good enough reason.
to adapt to others’ preferences, learning to read between
her own ways to survive in this new reality. She needed to get
for herself but for
once the untouchable princess of P City, and the transformation
compromise of actions. But
had to endure.
And endure she did.
up hanging out
then pitying each other.
most relationships, it was the women
*
to visit Cicely again. It was a
she had been waiting for
visiting window stood a man completely unknown
on behalf of Mr. Harper,” the
have a score to settle
nodded in understanding. “Mr. Harper accepts
He’s willing to
smile danced on Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the Harper family’s dominance
City wasn’t without reason.
won’t make it too hard for
dear friend, knows anything about my time
nodded. “Of course. You could ask for
stood up.
*
would be kept, or maybe he felt
for Cicely’s burdens, or perhaps he inherited Seth’s
from the womb. He
had
Creighton’s debt,
Cicely blatant favoritism. However,
honoring her request, he
under house arrest as discreetly as
sensitive nerves, nearly claimed
however, this was a
pain-free for any woman.
giving birth is like a walk on the edge of
the Grim Reaper
was all worth
she had another
would never leave
Her son.
they would never part in the future, they had to
temporarily now.
baby was sent away, and
Hugo.
only a temporary separation, just temporary.
simple and
across the slate-gray duvet and pillows,
skin played peek-a-bo and sneak beneath them.
shut, the serene expression etched on her face rightfully
exquisite woman.
bright white blinding light outside was blocked
part, the humidifier next to the bed
temperature and humidity in the room were
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while, the woman in bed slowly
reveal delicate veins, quivered, and her
out
as her smooth brow furrowed slightly, and
moment, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Her eyes gradually
illuminating her beautiful
the slight puffiness, her eyes were still seductive and lazy,
was
the room, landed on
eyes flinched as if stung, closed
into the soft pillow
heading
the decor was also elegantly simple,
gathered, idly dusting corners
and chit-chatting
here is so laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just cooking now
the pay’s great. I’m so lucky to have landed
who’s lucky?
royalty.”
or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even Mr.
girlfriend doesn’t get this
the half of it. Mr. Diaz is not likely to treat
nearly scared to
terrifying. Ms. Cicely
“What happened?”
was even scarier upstairs. I could hear
from down here.”
Mr. Diaz forced himself on Ms.
need to? Keeping her for that purpose is
Them being
“True that.”
another servant tiptoed down
movement. She must
up and scattered
half an hour later, Cicely descended the stairs in a
lace sleeves that tapered gently at the
touch of
almost glowing. Her hair
her figure slender and graceful, her eyes
taking an extra step would be an
servant hurried over with a glass of warm water,
lunch will be ready
see,” she replied indifferently, taking the glass
few sips, she casually picked up a magazine from the
inside page met
was a corporate interview, about Diaz International, so
Seth.
man in the photo wore a faint smile that never quite reached
those gazes were deep pools of
pressure, even from the page. Dressed
dark hue, he seemed all the more brooding
since three years ago but
detached.
dragged her from No.
as if he wanted her dead, her expression chilled,
magazine back onto the
Cicely, lunch
attended to her
still some food left in
and turned it on as she brought each bite to her
of messages and missed call notifications popped
cease.
but most
gotten along with
from abroad, the years polishing him into a
cheerful, sunny boy from back then now
poise and sophistication.
hard to get in touch with her. Joel had sent a car
the set
the next
scenes were with Danielle.
numerous commitments and the
set. Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed, so after
the day were done,
her to meet Joel
as “Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and now
power players who were so generous
their guests to No. 8 Mansion at gatherings, and when they
to open bottles of
was shrewd, and Cicely, ever the
set salary – a mutually beneficial
as a potential big spender.
and No. 8 Mansion
commission there, Joel didn’t hesitate to
bottles of Louis.
for the support,” Cicely accepted
anything, just let me
and glanced around, “This is a fine place to unwind, fitting
of your stature. You should bring your friends
for a long moment, “You’re just the same as
drink, gazing at the
her brows curved elegantly. “How is that even
so open, never one to hide your true intentions. It’s
clear what you’re after.”
me to disguise my purpose when I
as a liquor
on the flash drive has been
handed over to Seth.”
poured herself another glass of
and remained expressionless.
up
the conversation to himself.
minutes had elapsed since Cicely stepped foot into
call
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
response left Seth silent for a
was coated with ice. “You
and find
and
“What happened?”
of wine. “Sorry, I’ve got work
drink too much. Let’s catch
“Where do you live? I’ll give you a ride
closed her eyes for a moment, grabbed
ride
walked out together, and there, parked in front of No.
car, arrogantly stationed. The
had stepped out upon seeing
chill on his scalp. What if the paparazzi
rapid rise to fame and
they were
Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they
woman, wouldn’t
the gossip,
Why make such a
to see Seth here.
her behind
narrowed slightly as he ascended the steps of
before them. His gaze fell on Cicely’s wrist, held
at him, standing quietly
looking every bit
somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible
swirling in Seth’s chest.
smile, his designer
a chilling, persistent
Seth now
many storms, a leader of great
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
clear, with no pleasantries for
worth
was still
no longer be involved with
silent, and Seth’s gaze stayed on her,
move, in a relentless standoff. “I
set.”
when did the set
be
but you’re
tightened. “That’s
“job” seeming absurd in relation
have time
the month when I ask for your company.
break, make it
chimmed in, “Mr. Diaz, why are
gaze finally landed on Joel’s face. After a
we can’t come to an understanding, then
way, you
other men touching my
sensed the danger in Seth’s tone and
get in touch when I have time.” Her voice carried
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
away impatiently, her voice louder
his eyes were filled with
smile of his lips
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got into the car
on the way, the atmosphere in
felt an icy
they reached her apartment that
finally broke
stopped, “What’s it
a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking
baby for so long,
never asked you to
sleep with you, Danielle at the front, isn’t she? You make me
to leave but Seth’s firm grip on her wrist pulled her
Cicely, “What
smile, a hint of
you think…”
her face, his fingers caressing then
“What do you think I have
you say?”
pushed him away. “You’re insane!”
open,
car pulled up in front of
his face was already
gun was pressed to the back of
Her mind went blank.
spun around to see Seth approaching her, his
him, “Have
of mischief in his eyes. “You seem a
I thought I’d come
arm around her waist, pulling
embrace.
I’ve been treating you like royalty. Whatever
like throwing a tantrum? Go
I respect that. Even when it
to accommodate you. Has all this
A saint who’s always gentle, agreeable, and
when it comes to you, it’s just
heart to be tough. But don’t mistake my
one to smooth things over.
seemed to be able to feel the
fading nor deepening,
however, resembled icy obsidian, fixed
her.
smiled, her hands clutching Seth’s
and I’ll sleep
exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise
at that moment, his gaze still locked on Cicely,
her offer. “Alright.” With a single word,
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waist, pulling her forcefully toward the apartment with
overwhelming strength.
couldn’t match his pace or power; she was
entered the elevator, she was nearly flung
with a force
she could regain her bearings,
head, his
the
The first was at the
same issue. Amidst the
situation absurdly comical.
learned to yield all too
fates, indulged in acts too dirty for the
she could humble herself before
could
a gun declaring he’d take a life without batting
refused to
she was convinced that he
to great lengths to keep her by his side. Surely he wouldn’t kill
to sleep with him either. She couldn’t even
him for Hugo’s sake,
mattered
you were with a woman?
things the minute I agreed
sneered, gripping her chin and
away. He forced her face back,
expression. “Having
have a fetish
position to negotiate
in your bed, so can you
elevator doors slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze
tingle with dread.
you think you deserve to be in? That half-dead man
urge to flee surged within Cicely as she faced
you.”
his self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this
shatter the
her wrist, dragging her
approached the apartment, Cicely’s panic became frantic, and
“Let
door swung open, and the servants rushed to greet them, only
personified, forcefully
stop him, but it only
effectiveness.
kicked open
bed, Cicely’s face turned even paler. “Let go of me!
want to do this!”
futile; he lifted her and carried her straight
before dousing her with cold
clothes clung to her, hair plastered to
eyes unable to open.
good care of you, not for you to be
her arm where Joel had held her until it reddened
scrub away
chill, the pain, and the humiliation, Cicely met Seth’s fury with
stare.
at
but she was no match for Seth’s strength, and
ripped
a lion provoked, only the slaughter
quell his rage.
was exhausted. Naked and vulnerable, she
intimacy that was to come. She
clenched shut, bracing
voice was a low growl as he pinned
know who
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
again, the chill forcing her to open her
a full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, she
gaze reflected back
swirled within, but she forced it
tears welled and her eyes
How many women out there
you wear, what you use, what you
men afford to keep you?
Aren’t you the type who can’t even stand to lose the slightest bit?
all about
have to learn their lessons. What do
up to me,
breath sprayed on her ear.
his chillingly cold eyes.
masking her desolation, she said,
enough for a
rigid tension in Seth’s body as
was an unmistakable hardness, like his muscles were
steel.
his eyes to look at her in the mirror. His icy gaze was akin to
Cicely’s lips widened slightly, her reddened eyes
unable to look
haven’t lost enough for you to understand, but there’s no one
I spend a few more years behind bars,
the you from back then and the you
thing,”
seized Seth’s brow, as if stung by an unseen
let go of
upon the room. The icy chill and hostility
space began to dissipate.
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her, staring at the reflection in the mirror for
have said something, but the sight of
matter what he said, it
phone came as a lifeline to him.
been in touch with
turned and left the bedroom. “I’ve got things
should get some rest.”
and closed, and only after the
Cicely close her eyes and
the bed and sitting down. The
on her lap were still vaguely
was a knock
throw blanket and
the door,
on, each one fraying her
Cicely, your
relaxed once more. She didn’t
on the nightstand, she took a swift glance
traveling abroad for business
anything, please
abroad meant he wouldn’t be back
didn’t want to see
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Valley Estates was one of P
a matter of money. For some people,
for Cicely, who had
was her recent
provide what he had given
not live here, not accept anything
from Crysti.
You better pick me up and take me to the
might just fire me.”
you worried about? With your last
dare give you
before I make it big, I’m
How am I supposed to survive? Hurry
scene I need to
breath and put down her fork,
you’re the biggest hassle. Is making
hard?”
maybe you should consider letting my brother keep
money.”
whims? If that’s the case,
germophobe sponsoring a woman seemed less like
like risking
“In your dreams.”
lazily, “I’m heading
snapped, “You haven’t left yet?!
up without giving Crysti a
days if
her shoes, and
get some peace, but
face turned dark.
Diaz has gone abroad on business
you his personal
servant?”
awkward smile, “It’s primarily
Where would you like to go, Ms. Cicely? I’ll drive
at the car door Charlie had opened for
I say I don’t
might not
Cicely slid into the
Charlie let out a breath,
into
Crysti and headed to
fight scene with the stunt coordinator
for her scene with Crysti,
tense. The director was visibly
the brunt
her juice and shaking her head as she
Crysti sweat profusely.
a fine young lady have
account on her phone, she took a deep breath. Crysti
so desperately in need
about to set, Danielle finally arrived,
“I’m so sorry, everyone. I was at
in traffic on the way back. I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight as
don’t be
continuously, her hands clasped in a pleading and
it hard for anyone to continue
didn’t ask anyone to forgive her, she just tried to quell
her or not didn’t matter to her, nor did their
her, because she had Seth backing her, the biggest investor of
Even if the schedule was delayed, it was
not theirs.
important that our big star
them off at
over at Cicely, who was sitting there, idly chewing on
utter boredom. “It’s Seth. He’s off on a
back for a few
“Well, that explains it.”
tease, while others cast glances at
Ellis family’s darling, the petite princess of
was her relationship
hand, tormented by the balance in her bank account, was
for a
aware and oblivious
at Cicely and then spoke up, “Can we push back
today? By the time I’m
Can we shoot something else
furrowed his brow and glanced instinctively at Crysti. The
practicing here
a tough spot; he couldn’t afford
to use her as
hated hassle the most and would love
the time on her phone,
legs with a sly smile. “Look,
is from a rich family, which might suggest she’s delicate,
as the rest of ’em. The girl’s been practicing fight scenes all
she could wait a couple more hours, but she won’t be at her best. So,
we call it a day and let me take
director exhaled with relief. He had
worked
her pale pink dress accentuating her perfect
of lip balm, she looked as radiant as
set. “And Ms. Danielle’s
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hours. Since everyone’s just hanging around, why don’t we all go
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
silent. When
the
mood, couldn’t disagree. After all, the
was all Danielle’s, and they’d all be waiting
then, thanks in
up from the crowd, but
shooting until 8 PM, and wouldn’t
PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner as
clearly, she wouldn’t have time
only her
makeup artists, Danielle clenched her fists, her face pale with fury.
at the set even when she
afternoon, not to get into makeup or
practicing all afternoon, wanted to seize
easy, not
had delivered and the repeated
couldn’t act as
provoke Cicely by
Cicely
had ordered a bunch of drinks and snacks in Crysti’s
paycheck in hand,
money. She could thank
Later that evening, she returned to the
booked by the crew.
as usual
in a low cough. With no scenes of her
day practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant
working late
for IV treatment.
were canceled.
at Crysti, who was also losing her temper,
over at the director, whose face had soured further.
loss with Danielle. This wasn’t a request for leave;
implying consent
game app, Cicely stood and smoothed her
and head out?”
could the
the drive back to the city, even Crysti’s usual
swear. “She’s just relying on
Isn’t
chuckled, “Isn’t it a waste of resources
the clout? You
would
to act, not get caught up in petty fights. It’s harmful
how sensible you are. But I don’t like you
this. It’s too
speechless, “Why don’t you just
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