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
anger, Cicely let out
you. But did you ever really plan to let
The answer was obvious. Of course
suddenly came
knew then that Seth wasn’t going to
off easily.
this is the end of the line.
out for me, and
pretend I’m dead
“Cicely!”
Seth, “If anyone tries to pry into my
in
his bloodshot eyes
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with her. “Why? Why
way? Did
receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught face and
won’t
could have
eyes and shook her head slightly,
me, you wouldn’t
a scatterbrain in everyday life,
was smart, my father was
be a
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days in detention. With the Ellis family’s
get me out? Someone is aiding Seth, someone with
Even if I truly
to block me. As long as he refuses to
escape.”d2
epiphany. Indeed, there
help you? Why didn’t you let me find out
happening to you.”
me die, so he definitely will look into my situation, and he
would be under his surveillance. I don’t
these three years to make him completely forget
perfect. Only then might I have a chance at true freedom
This
she be
the deaths of Dad and Issac.
be my penance for
not your fault,
head, “It is my fault, all my
short, Lana,
her mouth, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter
word.
leave it at that. You should head back
I won’t see
Lana and then hung
several days afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to see her, but
refused each time.
her sentence. Life in prison was tough. She really
adapt at all.
been pampered since birth, a true
the softest, her clothes the most comfortable, her meals of the
to be
have to do anything; everything
before her.
raised to be “useless,” but no one
Everyone envied her.
foolishness, she could’ve lived carefree
her whole life.
Because Creighton had the confidence, and so
Cicely squandered their wealth for ten generations, the Ellis family
born to be
Creighton and Millie.
Creighton too.
life everyone envied, but their daughter didn’t turn out
they had hoped.
herself, and she was using three years
every wrong choice
daughter, Cicely, was the kindest, most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl
*
she was being given special
the others’, so she tossed the food away, refusing to
three days until
assigned to a solitary cell with new, soft
bedding arrived, she
on the hard cot, standard prison bedding was
frequently in the guards’ spotlight, receiving subtle
they took photos,
bowl and staged
wrists.
the video to
dark and cold, seemed as if they might erupt
video over and
a cold laugh.
the video completely. “Arrange
“But she won’t
time. Then
phone with a calm
*
see
by a visiting glass, they looked at each other calmly. Finally,
“What did you want
respond, just locked
“If you won’t
seemed to elicit a reaction from Seth. He
death. Shall
all Seth said during the visit. Then
in the chair for a long while, eventually letting out a
for revenge was strong and
a few times, and
at her.
*
all special arrangements. From now on,
about her.”
was taken aback, “But it’s still a
indifferent expression and
dying. She won.”
*
Cicely couldn’t escape the
the bathroom and drenched
food was spat
only to have trash deliberately thrown in her
few product pieces from the work detail
never been one to hold back, but she
She
the bathroom
hands.
couldn’t stand against them. She was pregnant. So, for the
learned what it meant to yield. It was all for the
inside her.
the existence
whirlwind of panic and confusion.
keep the baby, that it would be
the thought of
this was
felt she had
the more reason to hold on to this
was making excuses to keep the baby, so
good enough reason.
began to adapt to others’ preferences, learning to read between
ways to survive in this new reality. She needed to
not just for herself but for her
princess of P City, and
compromise
had to endure.
And endure she did.
up hanging out with that group of
then pitying each other.
most relationships, it was the women who
*
had requested to visit Cicely again. It
person she had been waiting
visiting window stood a man completely unknown to Cicely.
of Mr. Harper,” the man
have a score to settle with
understanding. “Mr. Harper
sorry. He’s willing to meet any
wry smile danced on Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the Harper
City wasn’t without reason.
hard for him.
dear friend, knows anything about my time
man nodded. “Of course. You could ask
stood up.
*
baby sensed that he would be kept, or maybe he felt too
burdens, or perhaps he inherited Seth’s quiet
the womb. He caused
generous and kindly nature had
Creighton’s debt, but a public servant’s
he couldn’t show Cicely
he arranged for her to serve
house arrest as discreetly
by sensitive nerves, nearly
however, this was a detached observation.
pain-free for any woman.
like a walk on the edge
of the Grim Reaper himself, but
that it was all
on, she had another family member in this
would never
Her son.
would never part in
temporarily now.
the baby was sent away, and
Hugo.
was only a temporary separation, just
simple and luxurious
sprawled across the slate-gray duvet
and sneak beneath them.
serene expression etched on her
exquisite woman.
light outside was
the humidifier next to the bed was silently spitting out a fine
room were maintained at a
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a while, the woman in bed slowly turned over. Her pale
to reveal delicate veins, quivered, and her slender
stretched out
as her smooth brow furrowed slightly,
opened her eyes. Her
her
were still seductive
was
landed on
to recall something. Her eyes flinched as if stung, closed
buried her head into the soft pillow for a
heading
decor was also elegantly simple, with
gathered, idly dusting corners already devoid
chit-chatting
laid back. Aside from
I’m so lucky to
it the lady upstairs who’s lucky? A pampered mistress living
royalty.”
or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even Mr.
doesn’t
don’t know the half of it. Mr. Diaz is not likely to treat his girlfriend like this.
nearly scared to death. I’ve never
Cicely was
“What happened?”
was even scarier upstairs.
from down here.”
Diaz forced
would he need to? Keeping her for that purpose is
you think they’re normal? Them being normal would be the real
“True that.”
another servant tiptoed down from upstairs and whispered
I heard movement. She must be awake. Let’s get
up and
Cicely descended the
gently at
touch of demure
almost glowing. Her hair
figure slender and graceful, her eyes half-lidded with languor,
extra step would be an unforgivable luxury in the eyes
over with a glass of warm water,
lunch will be ready
see,” she replied indifferently, taking the glass and moving
a few sips, she casually picked up a magazine from the coffee table.
at the casually opened inside page
was a corporate interview, about Diaz International,
Seth.
man in the photo wore a faint smile that never quite reached his
those gazes were deep pools of ice, radiating
from the page. Dressed in a black suit, with
he seemed
had matured since three years ago but had also
detached.
dragged her from
as if he wanted her dead, her expression
onto the
lunch
attended to
still some food left
on as she
messages and missed call notifications
cease.
were a few from others, but most were
reconnected with and gotten along with quite
abroad, the years polishing him into
The cheerful, sunny boy from back then now
poise and sophistication.
with her. Joel had sent a
the
the next afternoon, and
scenes were with Danielle.
and the well-known backing of
set. Without her, Crysti couldn’t proceed, so
the day were done, the director
perfect for her to meet Joel
was still known as “Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and now
by serious power players who were so generous that
No. 8 Mansion at gatherings, and
open bottles of
and Cicely, ever the opportunist, worked
no set salary – a mutually beneficial
her sights as a potential big spender.
8 Mansion was indeed a fine
her commission there, Joel didn’t hesitate to store
bottles of Louis.
accepted his generosity with a
anything, just let me
“This is a fine place
should
watched her for a long moment, “You’re just the same as
downed her drink, gazing at the empty
brows curved elegantly. “How is
been so open, never one to hide your true intentions. It’s
clear what you’re after.”
you expect me to disguise my purpose when I come up
a
stuff on the flash drive
handed over to Seth.”
herself another glass of
and remained expressionless.
deciding not to bring up Cicely’s past anymore. Instead,
the conversation to himself.
stepped foot into the No.
call finally
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for
coated with ice. “You coming
and
scoffed and
“What happened?”
wine. “Sorry, I’ve got work
Let’s
you live? I’ll give you a
her eyes for a moment, grabbed her purse, and stood
my ride is
walked out together, and there, parked in
The man
inside had stepped out upon seeing
driver, felt a chill on his scalp. What if the
and Seth was
were often followed
was Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they found
wouldn’t the entertainment world
about the
make such a rookie
see Seth here. He looked at Cicely in
her behind
slightly as he ascended the steps
before them. His gaze fell
at him, standing quietly behind Joel, her delicate wrist in
looking every bit the protected
was somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible
swirling in Seth’s chest.
faint smile, his designer
and yet, it exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three
one person. Seth now
leader of great authority,
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
words was clear, with
worth
his suspicions, he was still
no longer be
Seth’s gaze stayed on her, as
didn’t move, in a relentless standoff.
set.”
when did the set become so important
be there
you’re with me
tightened. “That’s my
word “job” seeming
timing. One moment you have
when I
a break, make it easy for you
chimmed in, “Mr. Diaz, why
finally landed on Joel’s face.
discussing with her. But if we can’t come to
to be coercive. And by the way, you should let go of
other men touching
Seth’s tone and abruptly pulled her hand back.
touch when I have time.” Her voice
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
her voice louder
eyes were filled with a
of his lips suggested
*
got into
the way,
up front, felt an
that Cicely tried to exit
voice finally broke the silence. “Worried about
“What’s it
face bearing a cold,
as my sugar baby for so long, isn’t it time you slept
never asked you to keep me. There’s a
at the front, isn’t
but Seth’s firm grip
Cicely, “What are
smile, a hint of menace in his eyes.
you think…”
against her face, his
delicate jaw. “What do you think I have Joel killed
you say?”
froze, then pushed him away. “You’re insane!” She
door open,
moment, a car pulled up in front of her. Several men
Joel forward; his face was already bloodied. He
pressed to the back of
Her mind went blank.
Seth approaching her,
“Have you lost your
of mischief in his
I’d come over and prove
his arm around her waist, pulling
embrace.
been treating you like royalty. Whatever you want, I’m
and call. You feel like throwing a tantrum? Go ahead.
sex at night, I respect that. Even when it comes to work,
you. Has all this
pushover? A saint who’s always gentle, agreeable,
that I’m powerless when it comes
But don’t mistake my
be the one to smooth things
to douse the flames.”Charlie seemed to be able to feel the air gradually
lingered, neither fading nor deepening, maintaining a
eyes, however, resembled
her.
smiled, her hands clutching Seth’s arms, staring
determination. “Let him go, and I’ll sleep with you.”
voice laced with surprise
that moment, his gaze still locked on
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Cicely’s waist, pulling her forcefully toward the apartment
overwhelming strength.
couldn’t match his pace or power; she
elevator, she was nearly flung
a
her bearings,
her head, his
panic spiraled. This was the second time
The first was
the same issue. Amidst
situation absurdly comical.
submission. She’d learned
to their fates, indulged in
could humble herself
Seth, with his power and wealth, could crush others in his grip, and
in public with a gun declaring he’d take a
to capitulate
that he felt
her by his side. Surely he wouldn’t kill
with him either. She couldn’t even bring
with him for
mattered more
you were with a woman? Has Danielle been
rush things the minute I agreed to sleep with
sneered, gripping her chin and leaning down to
her face away. He forced her
expression.
don’t have a fetish for having sex in the
in a position
be in your bed, so can you let me
elevator doors slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze made Cicely’s
tingle with dread.
do you think you deserve to be in?
surged within Cicely as she faced the open
you.”
crumble before
ways to shatter the walls that
grabbed her wrist,
Cicely’s panic
“Let go
open, and the servants rushed
fury personified, forcefully pulling Ms.
anything to stop him, but it only resulted in more pain,
effectiveness.
kicked open
even paler. “Let
want to do this!”
her and carried her straight to
bathtub before dousing her with
clung to her, hair plastered to her
eyes unable to open.
care of you, not for you to
growled, rubbing her arm where Joel had
scrub away a layer of
pain, and the humiliation,
stare.
the showerhead aside, tearing at her clothes. Cicely clung to
was no match for Seth’s strength,
ripped
was like a lion provoked, only the
quell his rage.
Cicely was exhausted. Naked
intimacy that was to come. She
shut, bracing for what was
voice was a low growl as he pinned
know who
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
world spun as she was lifted again, the
front of a full-length mirror in the
reflected back
pain, panic, and injustice swirled within, but she forced
welled
what I’ve given you enough? How many women out there are doing
what you use, what you eat, where you live,
men afford to keep
you the type who can’t even stand to lose the
isn’t it all about
have to learn their lessons. What do you
from standing up to me,
breath sprayed on her
his chillingly cold eyes.
a bitter smile masking her desolation, she said,
in jail, that’s enough
feel the rigid tension in Seth’s body as
unmistakable hardness,
steel.
in the mirror. His
and rigid.The curve of Cicely’s lips widened
to look
enough for you
if I spend a few more
you from back then and the you now are
same thing,”
seized Seth’s brow, as if stung by an unseen
let go of
descended upon the room. The icy chill and hostility that
space began to dissipate.
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her, staring at the reflection in the mirror
something, but
like no matter what he
as a lifeline
with for a long
the phone, he turned and left the bedroom.
should get some rest.”
room opened and closed, and
quiet for quite some time did Cicely
slowly walking over to the bed and sitting
her lap were still vaguely
was
nearby throw blanket
on the
each one fraying her nerves to
your milk
more. She didn’t respond, but the maid
the milk on the nightstand, she took a swift
for business and
need anything,
a sigh of relief. Going abroad meant he
didn’t want to see
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Valley Estates was one of P City’s
a matter of money. For some people,
Cicely, who had nothing and had just
was her recent
was right; not many could provide what
not accept anything from
call from Crysti.
You better pick me up and take me to the set, or
might just fire me.”
you worried about? With
dare give you
before I make it big, I’m already
to survive? Hurry up,
I need
took a deep breath and put down her fork, “I
worries, but you’re the biggest hassle. Is making money supposed to
hard?”
should consider letting my brother keep you. It’s
money.”
supposed to cater to his whims? If that’s
of that germophobe sponsoring a woman
more like risking
“In your dreams.”
“I’m
frustrated, snapped, “You haven’t
without giving Crysti
for a few days if nothing unexpected comes up.” She
changed her shoes,
some peace, but
face turned dark.
has gone abroad on business and
laughed in anger, “Are you his personal assistant or his
servant?”
awkward smile, “It’s primarily because Mr. Diaz
you. Where would you like to go,
opened for her, Cicely took a deep
say I don’t need
might not
a scoff, Cicely slid into the
let out a breath, wiped the sweat from
hurried into
up Crysti and headed
the upcoming fight scene
for her
tense. The director was visibly impatient,
the brunt of
sipping her juice and shaking her head as she
Crysti sweat profusely.
a fine young lady have to subject to
account on her phone, she took a deep breath. Crysti
so desperately
to set, Danielle finally arrived, apologizing profusely
so sorry, everyone. I was at the airport sending
way back. I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight as
Please don’t be
continuously, her hands clasped in a pleading
making it hard for anyone to continue being upset with her.
ask anyone to forgive her, she
truly, whether they forgave her or not didn’t matter to her, nor did their
Seth backing her,
if the schedule was delayed, it was his money being
not theirs.
schmoozed, “Who’s so important that our big star has
them off at the
over at Cicely, who was sitting there,
with a look of utter boredom. “It’s
for a
“Well, that explains it.”
to tease, while others cast
renowned Ellis family’s darling, the petite princess
her relationship with Mr.
hand, tormented by the balance
through her contacts, looking for a sucker
both aware and oblivious to
glance at Cicely and then spoke up,
scheduled for today? By the time I’m done with makeup, the sun
set. Can we shoot something
director furrowed his brow and glanced instinctively at Crysti.
here all
a tough spot; he couldn’t afford to upset either
on Cicely, hoping to use her as a mediator. After
hassle the most and would love nothing more
at the time on her
her chair, crossing her legs
a rich family, which might suggest she’s delicate, but
The girl’s been practicing fight scenes all
hours, but she won’t be at her best. So,
let me
had expected as
worked hard
pale pink dress accentuating her perfect complexion.
of lip balm, she
actresses on set. “And Ms. Danielle’s makeup
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everyone’s just hanging around,
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
When did she
crew perked up at the
director, seeing the mood, couldn’t
Danielle’s, and they’d all be waiting
then, thanks in
but Danielle’s
until 8 PM, and wouldn’t be
after 10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner as an
clearly, she wouldn’t have
only her agent, a
her fists, her face
set even when
not
wanted to seize
going to be that easy, not with
slap that Cicely had delivered
Danielle couldn’t act as if nothing
to provoke Cicely by
Cicely
and
a day’s paycheck in hand,
money. She could thank
Mansion. Later that evening, she returned to the
booked by the crew.
usual on set,
in a low cough. With no scenes of her own, Crysti
practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant came
had caught a cold from working late on the chilly mountain and had
the hospital for IV treatment. The
were canceled.
who was also losing her temper, and smirked as
face had
a loss with Danielle. This wasn’t a request for leave;
consent
her game app, Cicely stood and smoothed her
and head out?”
could the
to the city, even Crysti’s usual patience was
but swear. “She’s just relying on her connections, and
Isn’t she taking things
of resources not to play the
clout? You should do
took a deep breath, “That would drive
not get caught up in petty fights. It’s
sensible you are.
this. It’s too
“Why don’t you just
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