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
him sign the
Cicely let out a soft chuckle. “Alright,
ever really plan
The answer
came
then
off easily.
of the line. Everything’s over. Take
worry about me, don’t sort things out
Just pretend I’m
“Cicely!”
“If
rather die in there
bloodshot
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with her. “Why? Why did
Did you deceive me
the receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught
“Lana, he won’t let me
have left
her
me, you wouldn’t have made it
a scatterbrain in everyday life, I
my father was wise, and I was
be
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detention. With
to get me out? Someone
family. Even if I truly made it to the airport with you,
long as he refuses to let me be, I
escape.”d2
epiphany. Indeed, there was that
you? Why didn’t you let
happening to you.”
so he definitely will
you. You would be under his surveillance.
years to make him completely
then might I have a chance
This child, what had
be so
the deaths of Dad and
be my penance for the
not your fault,
is my fault, all my
Lana, far too
streaming down her face, unable to utter a
word.
let’s leave it at that. You should head back
here. I won’t
saying this, Cicely smiled at Lana and then
days afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to see her,
refused each time.
in prison was tough.
adapt at all.
since birth, a true princess in a tower. Her bed had
most comfortable, her meals of
used had to be top-notch; she couldn’t
burden. She didn’t have to do anything; everything
before her.
raised to be “useless,” but no one ever said
Everyone envied her.
it weren’t for her own foolishness, she could’ve lived carefree
her whole life.
confidence,
wealth for
born to
Creighton and Millie.
and Creighton too.
the life everyone envied, but their
they had hoped.
she blamed herself, and she
punish herself for every
most well-behaved, and
*
she was being given special treatment. Her
so she tossed the food away, refusing to eat
for three days until her meals returned
cell
new bedding arrived, she soaked
hard cot, standard
frequently in the guards’
photos, sometimes they
smashed a bowl and
wrists.
showed the
Seth’s eyes, dark and cold, seemed as if they might
at any moment. He watched the video over
a cold laugh.
the video completely. “Arrange
hesitated, “But she won’t
Then let her
with a calm and
*
did indeed see him
they looked at each other calmly. Finally,
first. “What did you want
didn’t respond, just locked eyes with her
frowned, “If you won’t speak, I’ll
reaction from Seth. He smirked,
Shall we never meet
said during
chair for a long while,
need for revenge was strong and
few times, and now he was
her.
*
on, I don’t want to hear
about her.”
driving, was taken aback, “But it’s
an indifferent expression and tone. “Living is better
dying. She won.”
*
Cicely couldn’t escape the bullying from
locked in the bathroom and drenched in dirty
was spat
up only to have trash deliberately
from the work
to hold back, but she
anything. She had seen them
the bathroom floor, laughing
hands.
them. She was pregnant. So, for the
it meant to
inside her.
the moment she discovered the existence of her unborn
into a whirlwind of panic and confusion.
it would be the right thing to do.
moment, she couldn’t bear the thought of
this was her child
when she felt she had nothing else, the baby
It seemed all the more reason to
to keep the baby, so any
good enough reason.
others’ preferences, learning to
ways to survive in this new
just for herself but
untouchable princess of P City, and
a compromise of actions. But
had to endure.
And endure she did.
ended up hanging out with that group of
then pitying each other.
relationships, it was the
*
requested to visit Cicely again.
her lips. Perhaps the person she had been waiting
stood a man completely unknown to Cicely. “Ms.
on behalf of Mr. Harper,” the man
have a score to settle with
“Mr. Harper accepts
willing to meet
on Cicely’s lips. Indeed,
City wasn’t without reason.
too hard for him. I have just one
one, especially his dear friend,
You could
stood up. “No
*
the baby sensed that he would be kept,
for Cicely’s burdens, or perhaps he
from the womb.
and kindly nature had left
once been in Creighton’s debt, but a public
couldn’t show Cicely blatant favoritism. However, upon learning
her request, he arranged for her to
house arrest as discreetly
heightened by sensitive nerves, nearly claimed Cicely’s life.
however, this was
pain-free for any woman.
is like a walk on
the Grim Reaper himself, but upon seeing
it was all worth
on, she had another family member in
never leave
Her son.
they would never part in the future, they
temporarily now.
the baby was sent away, and Cicely
Hugo.
temporary separation, just temporary.
and luxurious
sprawled across
and sneak
expression etched on
exquisite woman.
was
the bed was silently spitting out
in the room were
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in bed
quivered, and her slender
marks, stretched out
as her
her eyes.
her beautiful
slight puffiness, her eyes were still
was beyond
landed on
to recall something. Her eyes flinched as
buried her head into the soft pillow
and heading
was also elegantly simple, with every detail
house staff gathered, idly dusting corners
chit-chatting in
from
great. I’m so lucky
who’s
royalty.”
mostly waiting on her. I bet even
girlfriend doesn’t
Diaz is not
scared to death. I’ve never seen Mr.
terrifying. Ms. Cicely
“What happened?”
but it was even scarier upstairs. I could hear Ms. Cicely
from down here.”
forced himself
to? Keeping her
they’re normal? Them being
“True that.”
servant tiptoed down from upstairs and
heard movement. She must be awake. Let’s get
up
half an hour later, Cicely descended the stairs in a pale pink
sleeves that tapered gently at
added a touch of demure
skin almost glowing. Her
figure slender and graceful, her
step would be an unforgivable luxury in the
a glass
will
she replied indifferently, taking the glass and moving to
picked up a magazine from
inside page met a photo of Seth’s
corporate interview, about Diaz International, so it
Seth.
man in the photo wore a faint smile that
those gazes were deep pools
pressure, even from the page. Dressed in
shirt a dark hue, he seemed all the more brooding and
years ago
detached.
had dragged her from No.
wanted her dead,
magazine back onto the coffee
lunch
staff attended to her
meal, there was still some food left in the bowl,
on as she brought
barrage of messages and missed call notifications popped up, refusing
cease.
few from others, but most were from Joel,
along with quite well.
polishing him into a more refined and
The cheerful, sunny boy from back then
poise and sophistication.
hard to get in touch with her. Joel had sent a car full
the set
the next afternoon, and
scenes were with Danielle.
with numerous commitments and the well-known backing of Seth,
presence on set. Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed,
were done, the director told
her
“Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and
players who were so generous
guests to No. 8 Mansion at
to open bottles of
owner was shrewd, and Cicely,
salary – a mutually beneficial
was in her sights as a potential big spender. They
Mansion was indeed
her commission there, Joel didn’t hesitate to
bottles of Louis.
the support,” Cicely accepted his generosity with a
anything,
smiled and glanced around, “This is a fine place to
should bring your friends
her for a long moment,
downed her drink, gazing at the
elegantly. “How is that
open, never one to hide your true intentions. It’s
clear what you’re after.”
do you expect me to disguise my purpose when I come
as a liquor
stuff on the flash drive has
handed over to Seth.”
another glass of wine, murmured an
and remained expressionless.
bring up Cicely’s past anymore. Instead,
the conversation to himself.
minutes had elapsed since Cicely stepped foot into the No. 8
call
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for
his voice was coated with ice. “You
in and find
and
“What happened?”
her glass of wine.
too much. Let’s catch
nodded. “Where do you live? I’ll give you a
eyes for a moment, grabbed her purse,
my ride
walked out together, and there, parked in front
arrogantly stationed. The man
stepped out upon
a chill on his scalp.
rise to fame and
they were
was Mr. Diaz’s darling.
woman, wouldn’t the entertainment world
Seth wasn’t worried about the gossip, this unwanted hassle could
make such
expected to see Seth here. He looked at
pulled her behind
as he ascended the
before them. His gaze fell on Cicely’s wrist, held
look at him, standing quietly behind Joel, her delicate
looking every bit the protected
In fact, an
swirling in Seth’s chest.
carried a faint smile, his designer
and yet, it exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three
one person. Seth now seemed like
storms, a leader of
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
clear, with no pleasantries
Joel worth
his suspicions, he was still taken aback. Joel thought
no longer be involved
silent, and Seth’s gaze stayed on her, as though he
relentless standoff. “I need to get back
set.”
the
need to be
but you’re with
grip tightened. “That’s
laughed again, the word “job” seeming absurd in relation
timing. One moment you have
when I ask for your company.
whole crew a break, make it easy for you to focus on
“Mr. Diaz, why are you so
finally landed on Joel’s face. After a long
we can’t come to an
And by the way, you should let go of
other men
sensed the danger in Seth’s tone
get in touch when I have time.” Her voice carried
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
Joel away impatiently, her
but his eyes were
smile of his lips suggested
*
got into
way, the
front, felt an icy
until they reached her apartment that Cicely tried to exit the car,
finally broke the silence. “Worried
“What’s it
was silent for a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking smile. “I’ve
sugar baby for so long, isn’t it time
face darkened, “I never asked you to keep me. There’s
the front, isn’t she? You
leave but Seth’s firm grip on her wrist
Cicely,
curled into a sinister smile, a hint of menace in his
you think…”
face,
her delicate jaw. “What do you think
you say?”
away. “You’re
open, stepping
next moment, a car pulled up in front of her. Several men stepped
was already bloodied. He steadied
gun was pressed to the back
Her mind went blank.
spun around to see Seth approaching
confronted him, “Have you
hint of
I’d come over and
around her waist,
embrace.
know, it’s like I’ve been treating you like royalty. Whatever you want,
call. You feel like throwing a
at night, I respect that. Even when
to accommodate you. Has all
A saint who’s always gentle,
that I’m powerless when it comes to you, it’s
heart to be tough. But don’t mistake my leniency for a lack
smooth things over. Sometimes, I need
douse the flames.”Charlie seemed to be able to feel the
smile lingered, neither fading nor
resembled
her.
hands clutching Seth’s
and I’ll
exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise and
that moment, his gaze still locked on Cicely,
offer. “Alright.” With
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her
overwhelming strength.
couldn’t match his pace or power; she was essentially
When she entered the elevator, she was nearly flung inside,
a force that left
could regain her bearings,
pinned hers above her head, his legs forcefully
This was the
The first was at the
there were over the same issue. Amidst
situation absurdly comical.
submission. She’d learned to yield
indulged in acts
yet she could
and wealth, could crush
public with a gun declaring he’d take a
to capitulate
was convinced that he felt differently about her. Convinced
her by his side. Surely he
with him either. She
with him for Hugo’s sake, let
one mattered
the last time you were with a
to rush things the minute I agreed
chin and leaning down to claim her
He forced her face
expression.
don’t have a fetish for having
a position to negotiate
think I deserve to be in your bed, so can you let
elevator doors slid open, and
tingle with dread.
you deserve to be in? That
within Cicely as she faced the open elevator.
you.”
self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this woman
shatter the walls that
he grabbed her
apartment, Cicely’s
instinctively. “Let go
the servants rushed to greet them,
forcefully
tried to grasp at anything to stop him, but it only resulted in more pain,
effectiveness.
open the bedroom
the bed, Cicely’s face turned even paler. “Let go of
want to do this!”
was futile; he lifted her and carried her
the bathtub before
clung to her, hair plastered to
eyes unable to open.
good care of you, not
her arm where Joel had held
to scrub away a layer
the humiliation, Cicely met Seth’s
stare.
tossed the showerhead aside, tearing at her clothes. Cicely clung to
she was no match for Seth’s strength,
ripped to
only the slaughter of all nearby
quell his rage.
bed, Cicely was exhausted. Naked and
endure the violent intimacy that was to come. She bit her
bracing for what
Seth’s voice was a low growl as
at me! Do you know who is in front
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
she was lifted again,
full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, she
reflected back at
and injustice swirled within, but she forced
tears welled and her eyes
I’ve given you enough? How many women
What you wear, what you use, what you eat, where you
men afford to keep
you the type who can’t even stand to lose the
it all about finding ways to provoke
always have to learn their lessons. What do you think you
from standing up
sprayed on her ear.
his chillingly cold eyes.
masking her desolation, she
in jail, that’s enough for
could feel the rigid tension in Seth’s body as they stood
an unmistakable hardness, like his muscles
steel.
to look at her in the mirror.
frostbite, intense and rigid.The curve of Cicely’s
unable to
lost enough for you to understand, but
spend
remember that the you from back then and
same thing,”
as if stung by
go
the room. The icy chill and hostility that had
space began to dissipate.
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behind her, staring at the reflection in the
but
no matter what he said,
a lifeline to him. It was
touch with
he turned and left the
should get some rest.”
room opened and closed, and only after the
did Cicely close
before slowly walking over to the bed and sitting
on her lap
an eternity, there was a knock at the door.
grabbed a nearby throw blanket and wrapped herself
the door,
one fraying
your milk
She didn’t respond, but the maid entered
took a
abroad for business and
you need anything, please tell
a sigh of relief. Going abroad meant he wouldn’t be back
didn’t want to see him
＊
Estates was one of P City’s
matter of money. For
who had nothing and
place was her
could provide what he had given her. Except,
not live here, not
Cicely received a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m
You better pick me up and take me to the
might just fire me.”
was nonchalant, “What are you worried about? With
give you
is show business. Even before I make it
am I supposed to survive?
I need
took a deep breath and put down her fork, “I thought
the biggest hassle. Is making
hard?”
you should consider letting my brother keep you.
money.”
If that’s the case, it
of that germophobe sponsoring a
and more like risking
“In your dreams.”
“I’m heading out
snapped, “You
Crysti
be back for a few days if
her shoes, and
she’d finally get some
face turned dark.
has gone abroad on
“Are you his personal assistant
servant?”
awkward smile, “It’s primarily because Mr.
would you like to go, Ms. Cicely?
the car door Charlie had opened for her, Cicely took a deep
say
not be
Cicely slid into the
door, Charlie let out a breath, wiped the sweat from his
into
picked up Crysti and
upcoming fight scene
late for
grew tense. The director was
brunt of his
to her, sipping her juice and shaking her
Crysti sweat profusely.
did a fine young lady have to subject to such
on her phone, she took a deep breath.
her, who was so desperately in
was about to set,
so sorry, everyone. I was
back. I’ll treat everyone to
Please don’t be too
hands clasped in a
it hard for anyone to continue being upset with her.
didn’t ask anyone to forgive her,
they forgave her or not didn’t matter
had Seth backing her, the biggest investor of
the schedule was delayed,
not theirs.
schmoozed, “Who’s so important that our big star
them off at the
Cicely, who
of utter boredom. “It’s
for a few
“Well, that explains it.”
tease, while others cast glances
the petite princess of P
her
phone in hand, tormented by the balance in
contacts, looking for a
both aware and oblivious to the surrounding
at Cicely and then spoke up, “Can we push
for today? By the time I’m done with makeup, the sun
set. Can we shoot something else
glanced instinctively
practicing here
he couldn’t afford to upset either party. His
her as a
most and would love nothing
on her phone, not bothering to
her legs with a sly smile. “Look,
rich family, which might suggest she’s delicate, but she’s
The girl’s been
she could wait a couple more hours, but she won’t be at her best. So,
let me take
exhaled with relief. He had expected
has worked
her pale pink dress accentuating
of lip balm, she looked as radiant
actresses on set. “And Ms. Danielle’s
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just hanging around, why don’t we all
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
silent. When
crew perked up at the promise of free drinks,
director, seeing the mood, couldn’t disagree. After
all be
thanks
crowd, but Danielle’s
until 8 PM, and wouldn’t
after 10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner
wouldn’t have
only her agent,
Danielle clenched her fists,
goings-on at the set even when she
not to get into
to seize the moment to shine,
that easy, not with Cicely as her
Cicely had delivered and the
couldn’t act as
had wanted to provoke Cicely by mentioning Seth’s indulgence
but Cicely seemed
drinks and snacks in Crysti’s name, but she
paycheck in
She could thank
off to No. 8 Mansion. Later that evening,
booked by the crew.
business as usual on set,
in a low cough. With no scenes of her
practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant came running,
from working late on the chilly mountain
to the hospital for IV treatment. The afternoon
were canceled.
glanced at Crysti, who was also losing her temper, and smirked
the director, whose face had soured further.
with Danielle. This wasn’t a request
consent wasn’t
and smoothed
and head out?”
else could the
the city, even
but swear. “She’s just relying on her connections, and
her weight around. Isn’t she taking things too
“Isn’t it a waste of resources not to play the diva
the clout? You should do it
deep breath, “That would drive the
up in petty
Cicely teased, “Look how sensible you
It’s too
speechless, “Why don’t you just
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