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
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 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
to make him sign the
anger, Cicely let out
you. But did you ever really plan to let me
clenched tightly. The answer was obvious.
suddenly came to a
“Cicely, you…” She knew then that Seth wasn’t going
off easily.
the line. Everything’s over. Take Grandpa and
about me, don’t sort things out
Just pretend I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
gaze slowly shifted back to Seth, “If anyone tries to pry into
in there
brow twitched violently, his bloodshot eyes glaring
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
lips carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with her.
this way? Did you
receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught
he won’t let me
have
shook her head slightly,
With me, you wouldn’t have made it
bit of a scatterbrain
me. My mother was smart, my father was wise,
to be
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days in detention. With the Ellis family’s influence,
even to get me out? Someone is aiding Seth, someone with
Ellis family. Even if I
As long as he refuses to let me be, I
escape.”d2
epiphany. Indeed, there was that
why wouldn’t you let me help you? Why didn’t you let
happening to you.”
let me die, so he definitely will look into my situation, and he
under his surveillance. I don’t want
these three years to make him completely forget
Only then might I have a chance at true freedom after I
stunned, lost for words. This child, what had she
she be so
I am responsible for the deaths of Dad and
be my penance for the lives
your fault,
shook her head, “It is my fault, all my fault. Three years for two
Lana, far
mouth, tears streaming down her face,
word.
it at that. You should head back
be fine in here. I won’t see
Lana
several days afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to see her, but
refused each time.
in
adapt at all.
had been pampered since birth, a true princess in a tower. Her bed had
clothes the most comfortable, her meals of
she used had to be top-notch; she couldn’t lift a finger
a burden. She didn’t have to do anything; everything was laid
before her.
had been raised to be “useless,” but
Everyone envied her.
it weren’t for her own foolishness,
her whole life.
the confidence, and so
wealth for ten generations, the Ellis
is born
Creighton and Millie.
Creighton too. Their daughter Cicely could
envied, but their daughter
they had hoped.
blamed herself, and
every wrong choice she
most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl in
*
found she was
different from the others’, so she tossed the food away,
until her meals returned
assigned to a solitary cell with new, soft bedding, which she
arrived, she soaked it again.
on the hard cot, standard prison
was frequently in the guards’ spotlight, receiving subtle
Sometimes they took photos, sometimes they
and staged a suicide
wrists.
terrified, showed the
Seth’s eyes, dark and cold, seemed as if
video over and over,
a cold laugh.
hesitated, “But she won’t
Then let
his phone with a calm and detached
*
did indeed see
a visiting glass, they looked at each
you want to tell
locked
“If you won’t speak,
reaction from Seth. He smirked, still fixated
or death. Shall
during the visit. Then he
the chair for a long while, eventually letting out a cold
revenge was
him a few times, and now he
at her. It was
*
special arrangements. From now on, I don’t
about her.”
driving, was taken aback, “But it’s
with an indifferent expression and tone. “Living
dying. She won.”
*
couldn’t escape the
locked in the bathroom and drenched
food was
up only to have
pieces from the work
never been one to hold back,
anything. She had seen them drag another
in soap across the bathroom floor, laughing
hands.
alone, she couldn’t stand against them. She was pregnant. So,
she learned what it meant to yield. It was all for
inside her.
moment she discovered the existence
into a whirlwind of panic and confusion. Deep down,
keep the baby, that it would be the right
bear the thought of letting go. She
that this was her child
had nothing else, the baby became
all the more reason to hold on to
to keep the
good enough reason.
preferences, learning to read
own ways to survive in this new reality. She needed
just for herself but for
the untouchable princess of P City, and the transformation
breakthrough, a compromise of actions. But
had to endure.
And endure she did.
know how she ended up hanging out with that
then pitying each other.
most relationships, it was the
*
Cicely again.
her lips. Perhaps the person she
stood a man completely unknown to Cicely.
on behalf of Mr. Harper,”
That was it, then. “I have a
understanding. “Mr. Harper accepts all your
is deeply sorry. He’s willing to meet
on Cicely’s lips. Indeed,
City wasn’t without reason.
hard for him. I have just one
one, especially his dear friend, knows anything about my
nodded. “Of course. You could ask for more,
stood up.
*
baby sensed that he would be kept, or maybe he felt
Cicely’s burdens, or perhaps he inherited Seth’s
nature from the womb. He caused
had left Cicely with
warden had once been in Creighton’s debt, but a public servant’s life
couldn’t show Cicely blatant favoritism. However,
and honoring her request, he arranged for her to serve
under house arrest as discreetly as
nerves, nearly claimed Cicely’s
doctors, however, this was a
pain-free for any woman.
that giving birth is like a walk on the
grazed the nose of the Grim Reaper himself, but upon seeing her child,
that it was all worth
another
never
Her son.
to ensure they would never part in
temporarily now.
was sent away,
Hugo.
was only a temporary separation, just temporary. At
simple and luxurious
sprawled across the slate-gray duvet
peek-a-bo and sneak beneath them. Even
the serene expression etched on
exquisite woman.
was blocked out
humidifier next to the bed was silently spitting
and humidity in the room were
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the woman in bed
reveal delicate veins, quivered, and her slender arms, speckled
out from
her smooth
moment, she reluctantly opened her
illuminating her
the slight puffiness, her eyes were still
was
landed on the slightly
to recall something. Her eyes flinched as if stung, closed
buried her head into the soft pillow for
and heading to the
also elegantly simple,
gathered, idly dusting corners
and chit-chatting in hushed
laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just cooking now
great. I’m so lucky to have landed
lady upstairs who’s
royalty.”
or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet
doesn’t
Diaz is not likely
last night, nearly scared to death. I’ve never seen
Cicely
“What happened?”
even scarier upstairs. I could hear Ms. Cicely
from down here.”
think Mr. Diaz forced
would he need to? Keeping her
think they’re normal? Them being normal would be the real
“True that.”
servant tiptoed down from
gossiping, I heard movement. She must be awake.
straightened up and scattered
later, Cicely descended the stairs in a pale pink
gently at the
a touch
her skin almost glowing. Her hair
graceful, her eyes
would be an unforgivable luxury in
servant hurried over with a glass of warm water,
will be ready
the glass
up a magazine from the coffee table.
the casually opened inside page
interview, about Diaz International, so it was normal to
Seth.
in the photo wore a faint smile that never quite
were deep pools
the page. Dressed in a black suit,
seemed all the more brooding
years ago
detached.
furiously he had dragged her from
if he wanted her dead, her
onto the coffee
Cicely, lunch
attended to
still some food left in the bowl, so she
on as she brought
missed call notifications popped
cease.
were a few from others, but most were from Joel, an
along with quite
years polishing him into a more refined
cheerful, sunny boy from back then now carried himself
poise and sophistication.
touch with her. Joel had sent a car full of
the set
scene to shoot the next
scenes were with Danielle.
and the well-known backing of
on set. Without her,
were done, the director told her
perfect for her to
as “Diamond” at No. 8
power players who
8 Mansion at gatherings, and
to open bottles of
shrewd, and Cicely, ever
salary – a mutually beneficial
was in her sights as a potential big spender. They
Mansion was
there, Joel
bottles of Louis.
the support,” Cicely accepted his generosity with a
anything, just let
smiled and glanced around, “This is a fine place
of your stature. You should bring your
long moment, “You’re
gazing at the empty crystal
brows curved elegantly. “How is that even
been so open, never one to
clear what you’re after.”
disguise my purpose
as a liquor
on the flash drive has been recovered and I
handed over to Seth.”
of wine, murmured
and remained expressionless.
deciding not to bring up Cicely’s past anymore. Instead, he
the conversation to himself.
since Cicely stepped foot into
call
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for a few seconds;
with ice. “You coming out on your own, or
in and
scoffed and
“What happened?”
Cicely downed her glass of wine. “Sorry, I’ve got work tomorrow
much. Let’s catch up
do you live? I’ll
for a moment, grabbed her purse,
my ride is
in front of No. 8
stationed. The
had stepped
his
since Danielle’s rapid rise to fame and Seth was discovered to
they were often
was Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they
wouldn’t the
Seth wasn’t worried about the gossip, this
make such a rookie
had never expected to see Seth here. He looked at Cicely
pulled her behind
narrowed slightly as he ascended the steps of No. 8 Mansion
before them. His gaze fell on Cicely’s
at him, standing quietly behind Joel,
bit the
was somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible tension was
swirling in Seth’s chest.
face carried a faint smile, his
exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three
person. Seth now seemed
a leader of great authority, effortlessly
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
was clear, with no pleasantries for
worth his
Joel had his suspicions, he was still taken aback.
no longer be involved
and Seth’s gaze stayed on
she didn’t move, in a relentless standoff. “I need to get back
set.”
“Since when did the set
to be
but you’re
grip tightened. “That’s my
again, the word “job” seeming absurd in relation
timing. One moment you have time to catch
when
crew a break, make it easy
“Mr. Diaz, why are you
face. After a long pause, he spoke
if we can’t come to an
coercive. And by the way, you should let go of her now,
men touching
in Seth’s tone and abruptly
I
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
Joel away impatiently, her voice louder than usual.
were filled
his lips
*
into the car
of them spoke on the way, the atmosphere in
up front, felt an icy chill over his tense
apartment that
voice finally broke
stopped, “What’s it to
silent for a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking smile.
sugar baby for so long, isn’t
asked you to keep me. There’s
at the front, isn’t
door to leave but Seth’s firm grip on her wrist pulled
through Cicely,
into a sinister smile, a hint of menace in his eyes.
you think…”
brushed against her face, his fingers caressing
delicate jaw. “What do you think I have Joel killed
you say?”
then pushed him away.
open,
next moment, a car pulled up in
Joel forward; his face was already bloodied. He
was pressed to the back of his
Her mind went blank.
spun around to see Seth approaching her, his steps
confronted him, “Have you
hint of mischief in his eyes. “You seem a
I thought I’d come over and
arm around her waist,
embrace.
it’s like I’ve been treating you like
feel like throwing a tantrum?
I respect that. Even when
backwards to accommodate you. Has all this made you
A saint who’s always gentle, agreeable, and
it’s not that I’m powerless when it comes to you, it’s just that I
But don’t mistake my leniency for
one to smooth things
to douse the flames.”Charlie seemed to be able to feel the air gradually
fading nor deepening, maintaining
eyes, however, resembled
her.
smiled, her hands clutching Seth’s arms, staring back at his
him go, and I’ll
voice laced with surprise and
his gaze
nod acknowledging her offer. “Alright.” With a single word, he
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on Cicely’s waist, pulling her
overwhelming strength.
or power; she was
elevator, she was nearly
the wall with a force that left her
bearings, Seth’s presence overwhelmed
head, his legs forcefully parting
was the second
The first was at
same issue. Amidst the
situation absurdly comical.
learned to yield
women, resigned to their fates, indulged in acts too dirty
could humble
his power and wealth, could crush others in
a gun declaring he’d take a
refused to capitulate to
he felt
great lengths to keep her
him either. She couldn’t
him for Hugo’s sake, let alone anyone
one mattered more than
were with a woman? Has
things the minute I agreed
chin and leaning
away. He forced her face back, his
expression. “Having second
don’t have a fetish for having sex
in a position to negotiate where
be in your bed, so can you
doors slid open, and Seth’s
tingle with dread.
you deserve to
surged within Cicely as
you.”
restraint crumble before this woman
to shatter the walls
a snarl, he grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of
they approached the apartment, Cicely’s panic became frantic, and
instinctively. “Let go of
the servants rushed
forcefully
him, but it only
effectiveness.
open the bedroom
Cicely’s face turned even paler.
want to do this!”
futile; he lifted her and carried her straight to the
her into the bathtub before dousing her with cold
to
eyes unable to open.
been taking good care of you, not for you to be touched
where Joel had held her until it reddened
to scrub away
the chill, the pain, and the humiliation, Cicely met Seth’s fury with a
stare.
at her clothes. Cicely clung
was no match
were ripped to
was like a lion provoked, only the slaughter of all nearby
quell his rage.
onto the bed, Cicely was
the violent intimacy that was to come. She bit
clenched shut, bracing for what
eyes!” Seth’s voice was a low growl as he pinned
Do you know who
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
world spun as she was lifted again, the chill forcing her
a full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, she saw
reflected back at
and injustice swirled within,
tears welled
given you enough? How many women out there are
you. What you wear, what you use, what you eat, where
men afford to
who can’t even stand to lose the slightest bit? If
isn’t it all about finding
their lessons. What do you
from standing up to
on her ear. Through the
his chillingly cold eyes.
desolation,
jail, that’s enough for a lifetime
rigid tension in
It was an unmistakable hardness, like his muscles were forged
steel.
to look at her in the mirror. His
Cicely’s lips widened
to
haven’t lost enough for you to understand, but
to lose. Perhaps if I spend a few more years
back then and the you now are doing
same thing,” she
Seth’s brow, as if
go of
upon the room. The icy
space began to dissipate.
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the reflection in the mirror for a
should have said something, but the
like no matter what he said, it
phone came as a
touch with
phone, he turned and left the bedroom. “I’ve
should get some rest.”
opened and closed, and only after
for quite some time did Cicely close
walking over to the bed and
on her lap were still
was
grabbed a nearby throw
on the door,
one fraying her nerves
your
once more. She didn’t respond,
on the nightstand, she took a
traveling abroad for business and won’t
you need anything, please
a sigh of relief. Going abroad meant he wouldn’t be back for
she certainly didn’t want to see him
＊
of P City’s most prestigious
of money. For some people, it’s
who had nothing and had just been
place was her
provide what
here, not accept anything from
Cicely received a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m off for
up and take me to the
might just fire me.”
was nonchalant, “What are you worried about? With your last
dare give
is show business. Even before I make it big, I’m already
tantrums. How am I supposed to survive? Hurry up, there’s an
I
a deep breath and put down her fork, “I thought you’d be
biggest hassle. Is
hard?”
“or maybe you should consider letting my brother keep
money.”
I supposed to cater to his whims? If that’s
germophobe sponsoring a woman seemed less like
like
“In your dreams.”
“I’m heading
snapped, “You
hung up without giving Crysti a chance to go
back for a few days if nothing
her
some peace, but seeing Charlie
face turned dark.
on business and left
“Are you his personal assistant
servant?”
“It’s primarily because Mr. Diaz
Where would you like to go, Ms. Cicely? I’ll drive
the car door Charlie had opened for her, Cicely took a
I say I
might not be
scoff, Cicely slid into the
a breath, wiped the
hurried into the
picked up Crysti and headed to the
practicing the upcoming fight scene with the stunt coordinator and
for her scene with Crysti, the
The director was visibly impatient, and
bore the brunt of his
juice and shaking her head as she
Crysti sweat profusely.
lady have
phone, she
her, who was so desperately in need
to set,
so sorry, everyone. I was at the
back. I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight
don’t be too
hands clasped in a
for anyone to
her,
her or not didn’t matter to her,
her, because she had Seth backing
the schedule was delayed, it was his money
not theirs.
that our big
them off at
glancing over at Cicely, who
with a look of utter boredom. “It’s Seth. He’s off
be back for a few
“Well, that explains it.”
group started to tease, while others cast glances at
Ellis family’s darling, the petite princess of P City.
was her
by the balance in her
contacts, looking for a sucker to lure
both aware and oblivious to the
and then spoke up,
the time I’m
we shoot
and glanced instinctively at Crysti. The
practicing here all
spot; he couldn’t afford to upset either
as a mediator. After all,
the most and would love nothing more than to wrap
at the time on her phone, not bothering to feign ignorance.
back in her chair, crossing her legs with a sly smile.
which might suggest
The girl’s
could wait a couple more hours, but she won’t be at her
it a day and let me
had expected as much from Cicely.
worked hard
pale pink dress accentuating her perfect
and a dab of lip balm, she looked as radiant as any of
Ms. Danielle’s makeup alone
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everyone’s just hanging
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
fell silent. When did she say
the
director, seeing the mood, couldn’t disagree. After all, the
all Danielle’s, and they’d all be waiting on
thanks in advance,
crowd, but Danielle’s
start shooting until 8 PM, and wouldn’t
after 10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner as
she wouldn’t have time
only her agent, a couple of
artists, Danielle clenched her fists, her face pale with
even when
to show up this afternoon, not to get into makeup
seize the moment
to be that easy, not with Cicely as
that Cicely had delivered and the
Danielle couldn’t act as
Cicely by
Cicely
and
to indulge. With a day’s paycheck in hand, she still had
She could thank Danielle for acting
Later that evening, she returned
booked by the crew.
usual on set, but Danielle was
low cough. With no scenes of her own,
day practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant
a cold from working late on the chilly
IV treatment. The
were canceled.
glanced at Crysti, who was also losing her temper,
director, whose face had soured further. Clearly, the
Danielle. This wasn’t
implying consent
Cicely stood and smoothed her hair. “Shall I take
and head out?”
could the
to the city, even
just relying on
Isn’t she taking
of resources not
You should
deep breath, “That would drive the director
act, not get caught up in petty fights. It’s harmful all
sensible you are. But I
It’s too
“Why don’t you just find a job where you can
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