The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 2061-2070
Seth returned to the Diaz residence.
The somber funeral parlor was nearly empty, with only a few servants silently
bustling about.
Dressed in a sleek black suit, Seth stood rigid and silent before the hall, his
gaze solemnly fixed on Patty’s black and white portrait. It was unclear what was
going through his mind.
Time seemed to drag until Charlie burst in with urgency, “Mr. Diaz, the Ellis
family has sent someone.”
“Considering we’re practically in-laws, it seems rather harsh to leave me out in
the cold, doesn’t it?” Lana’s icy, sarcastic voice cut through the silence, and
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seconds later she appeared at the entrance to the hall, flanked by two muscular
bodyguards.
Seth remained motionless.d2
Lana stepped inside, moving to one side. She picked up a flower, approached
Seth, and without so much as bending, nonchalantly tossed the flower in front of
Patty’s portrait.
“I’m so happy for you that your son has such a good mother. Got what you
wished for. Your son personally sent his beloved woman straight to jail. Are you
pleased with him now? What’s the look on your face? Happy? Relieved?
Joyful?”
Seth stood still, silent as a grave.
Her biting remarks soaked Charlie in a cold sweat. “Ms. Lana, the deceased
deserves some respect.”
Lana let out a cold laugh, “Which word of mine has disrespected her? I’m
helping her leave without worries. And I’ve brought her a gift that will surely
make her grin from ear to ear down below.”
With that, she raised her hand and one of the bodyguards handed her a
document. She tore open the envelope, pulled out its contents, and turned them
towards Patty’s portrait.
“See clearly now? Divorce Settlement Agreement. And Share Transfer
Agreement.” She enunciated each word with venomous precision, her laughter
revealing a profound loathing. “Aren’t you so happy now? Look how reasonable
Cicely was to get you such a thoughtful gift.”
Charlie watched on, heart pounding, glancing at Seth who stood like a lifeless
statue.
Divorce settlement agreement and share transfer agreement. These documents
alone inspired dread.
Lana’s smile eventually faded as she stepped closer to Patty’s portrait, gently
caressing the warm, generous smile on her face. “Now that you’ve got your gift,
shall we settle our own scores? Did you really love my brother that much, hmm?
Tod lied to you, didn’t he? Was he unkind to you after the wedding? He didn’t
love you, but did you love him? Your actions, where did they leave him? You
wanted everyone to love you, yet you couldn’t love anyone in return. You chose
to die, but why, why drag my brother down with you? How could a selfish
woman like you ever be worthy?!”
In a furious motion, Lana smashed Patty’s portrait to the ground. The frame
shattered on impact, its breaking echo unnaturally clear in the empty hall. She
proceeded to knock down all the flowers and anything else within sight,
unleashing her boundless rage.
Had it not been for Patty’s selfishness and obsession, would the Ellis family
have ended up like this?
“Ms. Lana!” Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to intervene but was blocked
by the men Patty had brought.
“Mr. Diaz!” With no other recourse, Charlie turned to Seth, who remained
impassive, coldly observing Lana’s tirade.
The funerary arrangement was minimalist, and Lana’s destruction was
devastatingly simple. Chaos reigned. She seemed not to have vented enough
but had no choice but to stop.
Her anger still apparent, her hair slightly disheveled. She picked up the
documents from the floor and thrust them into Seth’s chest pocket. “She said to
sign these as soon as possible, and she’s eager to get back to her cell.”
Seth’s dark, calm eyes flickered imperceptibly at her words.
Lana’s lips curled with cruel satisfaction. “I finally understand why Cicely, even
as she was about to be taken by the police, needed to confirm over and over if
you loved her.”
Despite her words, Lana was overwhelmed with an infinite sadness.
Using love as punishment, wasn’t this the most intangible yet most heartwrenching method?
So much love, yet inflicted with such cruelty.
Shaking her head, her cold, thin smile was a boundless irony. “Perhaps you
were right to be confident. Cicely did love you. So, do you feel it now? The more
she loved you, the more she hates you.”
Seth’s chest heaved violently, his pupils contracting, fists clenching tightly.
Lana left, and Charlie, taking in Seth’s demeanor, began to restore order to the
desecrated hall.
Only after a long while did Seth move. He took out the documents Lana had left
him, unfolded them, and saw the words ‘Divorce Settlement Agreement’ in bold.
The contract was straightforward: mutual incompatibility, no children, no
financial disputes, a voluntary separation.
Below, in familiar handwriting, flowed the signature he imagined Cicely making.
Was she expressionless? Undoubtedly determined?
He clenched the papers tightly, then abruptly left the hall.
Charlie jumped, following quickly. “Mr. Diaz, where are you going?”
*
Cicely, clad in a sleek black silk suit, her hair gathered low, was an unusual sight
in the hall.
The once vibrant girl, now in such somber attire, stood out starkly even in the
mourning atmosphere.
She knelt quietly, staring at Creighton’s portrait with a calm, vacant gaze, her
eyes bone-dry, devoid of tears.
When Lana returned, seeing Cicely unchanged from the moment she left, her
heart twisted with sorrow. “Cicely, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the
natural order. Each life has its destiny. No matter the grief, there is a limit. Think
of how dearly your father loved you. If you’re not well, how can he rest in
peace?”
Cicely’s body moved slightly, her gaze calm as she spoke, “Did he sign?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I see.” Cicely’s voice was a mere whisper, devoid of emotion as she turned her
gaze away.
“Don’t be a fool, Cicely. Patty’s death wasn’t your fault. I’ll file an appeal for this
case. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your life, do you understand? You have a whole life
ahead of you. Without Seth, you’ll find a fresh start. You’ll meet a kind man,
have a couple of beautiful kids, and lead the simple life everyone dreams of.”
Cicely’s eyes flickered at the mention of children. She closed her eyes,
momentarily forgetting the unborn life stirring within her.
The housemaid entered quietly, peeking at Cicely before softly informing Lana,
“Mr. Diaz is at the front gate.”
Despite the hushed tone, Cicely overheard. “Don’t let him in. My father doesn’t
want to see him.”
Addressing Cicely directly, the housemaid relayed, “Mr. Diaz insists on seeing
you.”
“I said no. If he’s brought the signed divorce papers, just take them from him,”
Cicely replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
Lana gave the housemaid a look before stepping out herself. At the gate, she
faced Seth, “You still have the nerve to see her after all you’ve done? Planning
on locking her away for life?”
Through the gate, Seth met Lana’s gaze with a steady one of his own. “You’re
filing an appeal, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed, “She’ll have to request it herself.”
Seth stood still, the divorce papers in his grip already creased from the tension.
The veins on his hand stood out, a silent testament to the force he’d used.
Time seemed to slow before Seth finally spoke, “Charlie, give me a pen.”
Charlie flinched, and even Lana was taken aback.
“Mr. Diaz…” Charlie hesitated, not sure what to say. But even without a divorce,
how could Seth and Cicely possibly move forward under these circumstances?
“Give it to me!”
Seth’s command left no room for doubt. Charlie pulled a pen from his pocket
and handed it over.
Seth took the pen and signed his name outside the gate, his usual confident
script now shaky. The pressure of the pen against the paper was palpable, his
signature flowing from the pen as if branded by fire.
Once he finished, he folded the papers and passed them through the gate to
Lana. “If she agrees to the appeal, give this to her.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hand it to her?”
Clutching the pen tightly, Seth’s voice was stiff and solemn, “I think you want her
to appeal even more than I do.”
Taking the papers, Martha looked at the signature, a wave of bitter sorrow
washing over her. She didn’t even know how to hate this manSeth returned to the Diaz residence.
The somber funeral parlor was nearly empty, with only a few servants silently
bustling about.
Dressed in a sleek black suit, Seth stood rigid and silent before the hall, his
gaze solemnly fixed on Patty’s black and white portrait. It was unclear what was
going through his mind.
Time seemed to drag until Charlie burst in with urgency, “Mr. Diaz, the Ellis
family has sent someone.”
“Considering we’re practically in-laws, it seems rather harsh to leave me out in
the cold, doesn’t it?” Lana’s icy, sarcastic voice cut through the silence, and
Enter title…
seconds later she appeared at the entrance to the hall, flanked by two muscular
bodyguards.
Seth remained motionless.d2
Lana stepped inside, moving to one side. She picked up a flower, approached
Seth, and without so much as bending, nonchalantly tossed the flower in front of
Patty’s portrait.
“I’m so happy for you that your son has such a good mother. Got what you
wished for. Your son personally sent his beloved woman straight to jail. Are you
pleased with him now? What’s the look on your face? Happy? Relieved?
Joyful?”
Seth stood still, silent as a grave.
Her biting remarks soaked Charlie in a cold sweat. “Ms. Lana, the deceased
deserves some respect.”
Lana let out a cold laugh, “Which word of mine has disrespected her? I’m
helping her leave without worries. And I’ve brought her a gift that will surely
make her grin from ear to ear down below.”
With that, she raised her hand and one of the bodyguards handed her a
document. She tore open the envelope, pulled out its contents, and turned them
towards Patty’s portrait.
“See clearly now? Divorce Settlement Agreement. And Share Transfer
Agreement.” She enunciated each word with venomous precision, her laughter
revealing a profound loathing. “Aren’t you so happy now? Look how reasonable
Cicely was to get you such a thoughtful gift.”
Charlie watched on, heart pounding, glancing at Seth who stood like a lifeless
statue.
Divorce settlement agreement and share transfer agreement. These documents
alone inspired dread.
Lana’s smile eventually faded as she stepped closer to Patty’s portrait, gently
caressing the warm, generous smile on her face. “Now that you’ve got your gift,
shall we settle our own scores? Did you really love my brother that much, hmm?
Tod lied to you, didn’t he? Was he unkind to you after the wedding? He didn’t
love you, but did you love him? Your actions, where did they leave him? You
wanted everyone to love you, yet you couldn’t love anyone in return. You chose
to die, but why, why drag my brother down with you? How could a selfish
woman like you ever be worthy?!”
In a furious motion, Lana smashed Patty’s portrait to the ground. The frame
shattered on impact, its breaking echo unnaturally clear in the empty hall. She
proceeded to knock down all the flowers and anything else within sight,
unleashing her boundless rage.
Had it not been for Patty’s selfishness and obsession, would the Ellis family
have ended up like this?
“Ms. Lana!” Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to intervene but was blocked
by the men Patty had brought.
“Mr. Diaz!” With no other recourse, Charlie turned to Seth, who remained
impassive, coldly observing Lana’s tirade.
The funerary arrangement was minimalist, and Lana’s destruction was
devastatingly simple. Chaos reigned. She seemed not to have vented enough
but had no choice but to stop.
Her anger still apparent, her hair slightly disheveled. She picked up the
documents from the floor and thrust them into Seth’s chest pocket. “She said to
sign these as soon as possible, and she’s eager to get back to her cell.”
Seth’s dark, calm eyes flickered imperceptibly at her words.
Lana’s lips curled with cruel satisfaction. “I finally understand why Cicely, even
as she was about to be taken by the police, needed to confirm over and over if
you loved her.”
Despite her words, Lana was overwhelmed with an infinite sadness.
Using love as punishment, wasn’t this the most intangible yet most heartwrenching method?
So much love, yet inflicted with such cruelty.
Shaking her head, her cold, thin smile was a boundless irony. “Perhaps you
were right to be confident. Cicely did love you. So, do you feel it now? The more
she loved you, the more she hates you.”
Seth’s chest heaved violently, his pupils contracting, fists clenching tightly.
Lana left, and Charlie, taking in Seth’s demeanor, began to restore order to the
desecrated hall.
Only after a long while did Seth move. He took out the documents Lana had left
him, unfolded them, and saw the words ‘Divorce Settlement Agreement’ in bold.
The contract was straightforward: mutual incompatibility, no children, no
financial disputes, a voluntary separation.
Below, in familiar handwriting, flowed the signature he imagined Cicely making.
Was she expressionless? Undoubtedly determined?
He clenched the papers tightly, then abruptly left the hall.
Charlie jumped, following quickly. “Mr. Diaz, where are you going?”
*
Cicely, clad in a sleek black silk suit, her hair gathered low, was an unusual sight
in the hall.
The once vibrant girl, now in such somber attire, stood out starkly even in the
mourning atmosphere.
She knelt quietly, staring at Creighton’s portrait with a calm, vacant gaze, her
eyes bone-dry, devoid of tears.
When Lana returned, seeing Cicely unchanged from the moment she left, her
heart twisted with sorrow. “Cicely, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the
natural order. Each life has its destiny. No matter the grief, there is a limit. Think
of how dearly your father loved you. If you’re not well, how can he rest in
peace?”
Cicely’s body moved slightly, her gaze calm as she spoke, “Did he sign?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“I see.” Cicely’s voice was a mere whisper, devoid of emotion as she turned her
gaze away.
“Don’t be a fool, Cicely. Patty’s death wasn’t your fault. I’ll file an appeal for this
case. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your life, do you understand? You have a whole life
ahead of you. Without Seth, you’ll find a fresh start. You’ll meet a kind man,
have a couple of beautiful kids, and lead the simple life everyone dreams of.”
Cicely’s eyes flickered at the mention of children. She closed her eyes,
momentarily forgetting the unborn life stirring within her.
The housemaid entered quietly, peeking at Cicely before softly informing Lana,
“Mr. Diaz is at the front gate.”
Despite the hushed tone, Cicely overheard. “Don’t let him in. My father doesn’t
want to see him.”
Addressing Cicely directly, the housemaid relayed, “Mr. Diaz insists on seeing
you.”
“I said no. If he’s brought the signed divorce papers, just take them from him,”
Cicely replied, her voice barely above a murmur.
Lana gave the housemaid a look before stepping out herself. At the gate, she
faced Seth, “You still have the nerve to see her after all you’ve done? Planning
on locking her away for life?”
Through the gate, Seth met Lana’s gaze with a steady one of his own. “You’re
filing an appeal, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed, “She’ll have to request it herself.”
Seth stood still, the divorce papers in his grip already creased from the tension.
The veins on his hand stood out, a silent testament to the force he’d used.
Time seemed to slow before Seth finally spoke, “Charlie, give me a pen.”
Charlie flinched, and even Lana was taken aback.
“Mr. Diaz…” Charlie hesitated, not sure what to say. But even without a divorce,
how could Seth and Cicely possibly move forward under these circumstances?
“Give it to me!”
Seth’s command left no room for doubt. Charlie pulled a pen from his pocket
and handed it over.
Seth took the pen and signed his name outside the gate, his usual confident
script now shaky. The pressure of the pen against the paper was palpable, his
signature flowing from the pen as if branded by fire.
Once he finished, he folded the papers and passed them through the gate to
Lana. “If she agrees to the appeal, give this to her.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hand it to her?”
Clutching the pen tightly, Seth’s voice was stiff and solemn, “I think you want her
to appeal even more than I do.”
Taking the papers, Martha looked at the signature, a wave of bitter sorrow
washing over her. She didn’t even know how to hate this manLana returned to Cicely with Seth’s proposition. “He says if you agree to appeal,
he’ll sign the divorce papers.”
Cicely stared at the photo of Creighton, chuckled faintly, “Alright, I agree.”
Lana paused, watching Cicely’s silhouette in silence.
Cicely looked down at the ring she had been caressing on her finger, scrutinized
it for a long while, then, with a deliberate movement, she slid it off. Lifting her
hand, the simple platinum band, devoid of even a single diamond, glinted coldly
under the light.
She gazed at the ring for a few more seconds, then, lowering her lashes, spoke
with an undisturbed calm, “Lana, could you please return this to him for me?”
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Lana stepped forward, hesitated slightly upon seeing the ring, then took it from
Cicely’s hand. Lips pursed, she looked at Cicely, “Cicely, did you…?”d2
“Hmm?”
“Did you know that this was the only way he’d sign the divorce papers? Is that
why you decided to plead guilty in court?”
Cicely smiled again, closing her eyes and shaking her head, her voice
indifferent. “No.”
Lana didn’t say anything, glancing at Creighton’s picture on the hearth in
disbelief.
No one knew how much Creighton loved Cicely better than Cicely herself. So
how could she possibly choose to defy his wishes and ruin her life under a false
accusation of murder?
Maybe everyone had been fooled by this girl.
*
The next day was Creighton’s burial. Cicely had vigil at the wake all night. As
dawn broke, the burial preparations began.
There were many customs to observe at a funeral, and by the time they finished
at the graveside, it was broad daylight.
The weather had been gloomy these past days, and finally, this morning, it
started to rain. It’s a gentle patter, as though reluctant to disturb a world that
seemed a shade too dim.
Cicely stood at Creighton’s gravestone, holding a black umbrella, with Lana by
her side and two uniformed officers behind her. “Ms. Cicely, it’s about time.”
As a convicted criminal, it was only through connections that she was allowed
out, and her 24-hour respite was nearly up.
Cicely blinked slowly and stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch the
gravestone. Her fingers trembled minutely as she leaned in, resting her
forehead against the cold stone.
Tears fell silently.
“Dad, goodbye”
Her calm, soft call made Lana, who had been stoic for days, nearly break down
crying. The day before, Cicely had knelt in the chapel, tearless and silent, her
composure reminiscent of when her mother had passed away.
Lana thought Cicely would weep alone upon returning to her cell, just as she
had cried alone in her room back then, but it wasn’t the same. Back then, Cicely
still had her father; now, she had only herself.
After a long time, she slowly straightened up and stood in silence for a moment
longer with her umbrella before turning and walking over to Lana. “I need to go.”
Lana, noting Cicely’s nonchalant demeanor, nodded softly, “The appeal is in two
days. You’ll—”
“I know.”
Cicely cut her off gently and then hugged Lana, “Thank you.”
Lana patted her shoulder, “Don’t worry.”
“Yeah.”
Then Cicely let go, walked away with the officers.
Lana watched them leave, feeling unease. Something seemed off.
Outside the cemetery, across from the patrol car with its flashing lights, a black
sedan was parked quietly, the rain washing it even darker. Beside it, a tall figure
stood under a black umbrella, his handsome features blurred through the rain.
But how could she not recognize him? For her, it was too easy. Even in a vast
crowd, she’d spot him in an instant.
She stood there, watching him beyond the patrol car, then, with detached poise,
got into the car, folded her umbrella, and threw it to the roadside.
Seth watched the patrol car drive away, then his gaze fell on the umbrella she’d
discarded.
Classic Cicely. One moment, it shielded her from the storm, the next, discarded
like worn-out shoes.
Lana came down from the cemetery, noticing the extra umbrella in his hands,
her brows furrowing slightly. “She said she didn’t want to see you. Why bother?”
Seth spoke evenly, “But she can’t avoid me forever.”
Lana narrowed her eyes, “What do you mean?”
Seth smiled faintly and walked away without a word. Lana hurried after him,
“Don’t tell me you still can’t let her go.”
Seth folded the umbrella neatly and secured it. “I never planned to let go from
the very beginning.”
Lana stood frozen, recalling a comment from Seth. “Do you think I waited all this
time just to drop the case?”
Now it could be rephrased as— “Do you think I waited all this time just to give
up?”
Lana started to feel pained. One wouldn’t compromise. The other wouldn’t let
go. But the more Seth persisted, the more Lana found Cicely’s reactions
peculiar. She couldn’t pinpoint why seeing Seth made her uneasy about Cicely,
but a sense of foreboding lingered.
*
It wasn’t until the day of the second appeal that Lana finally understood. Cicely
was still found guilty, but the case indeed was turned over.
From premeditated murder to manslaughter.
Cicely was sentenced to three to seven years in prison.
At the moment of sentencing, Seth stood abruptly from the plaintiff’s bench, his
gaze dark and stormy, his expression grim. “You lied to me?!”
Cicely smiled faintly, “As if you ever really believed me. Is the case overturned?”
Seth’s arms tensed from clenching his hands.
“It is.” Cicely answered herself, “And I didn’t promise you anything else.”
“Besides, we have Danielle’s testimony.”
Today’s appeal was essentially a continuation of the first trial. If she hadn’t
confessed herself back then, even with Danielle’s testimony at the end of the
first trial, she’d most likely be facing the same outcome as today—a conviction
for manslaughter.
Seth’s eyes were roiling with towering fury. She had deceived him; it was all a
him sign the divorce
Cicely let out a soft chuckle. “Alright,
you. But did you ever really plan to let me
clenched tightly. The answer was obvious. Of
anguished, suddenly came
words. “Cicely, you…” She knew then
off easily.
the end of the line. Everything’s over. Take Grandpa and
sort things out for me, and
me. Just pretend I’m dead for
“Cicely!”
Seth, “If anyone
die in there right
violently, his bloodshot eyes glaring at
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
of her lips carrying a cruel edge.
this way? Did
Cicely looked into
he won’t let
could have left with
eyes and shook her head slightly,
With me, you wouldn’t
a scatterbrain in everyday life, I still
mother was smart, my father was wise, and I was
be a
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detention. With the Ellis family’s influence, how
to get me out? Someone is aiding
if I
As long as he refuses to let me be,
escape.”d2
suddenly had an epiphany. Indeed, there was that to
why wouldn’t you let me help you? Why didn’t you let me
happening to you.”
let me die, so he definitely will look into my
would be under his surveillance.
years to make him completely
have a chance
words. This child, what
be so
deaths of Dad and Issac. These three
be my penance for the
not your fault,
“It is my fault, all my fault.
Lana, far too
her mouth, tears streaming down
word.
it at that. You should head back soon. Please,
here. I won’t see you out. I
Cicely smiled at Lana
several days afterward, Seth repeatedly requested to
refused each time.
her sentence. Life in prison was tough. She really
adapt at all.
true princess in a
softest, her clothes the most comfortable, her meals
Everything she used had to be top-notch;
to do
before her.
to be “useless,” but no one ever said
Everyone envied her.
it weren’t for her own foolishness, she could’ve
her whole life.
confidence, and so
wealth for ten
her. A daughter is born to be cherished, especially
Creighton and Millie.
too. Their daughter Cicely could
but their daughter didn’t
they had hoped.
and she
every
the kindest, most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching girl in the
*
found she was being given special treatment. Her
so she tossed the
days until her meals returned to
was assigned to a solitary cell with new, soft
arrived, she soaked it again.
hard cot, standard prison bedding
the guards’
took photos, sometimes they
video, she smashed a bowl and staged a
wrists.
showed the video to
and cold, seemed as if they
any moment. He watched the video over and over, then
a cold laugh.
deleted the video completely. “Arrange a
“But she
last time. Then
up his phone with a
*
see
by a visiting glass, they looked at each other calmly. Finally,
you want
didn’t respond, just locked eyes with her
“If you
elicit a reaction from Seth. He smirked, still fixated on
death. Shall we never meet
Seth said during the
the chair for a long while, eventually letting out a cold
need for revenge was strong
had fooled him a few times, and now he was using such a
get back at her. It was almost beneath
*
on, I don’t want
about her.”
taken aback, “But it’s
an indifferent expression
dying. She won.”
*
Cicely couldn’t escape the bullying from the
in the bathroom and drenched
was spat
only to have trash deliberately thrown in her
work detail were
hold back, but she
capable of anything. She had
the bathroom floor, laughing wickedly behind
hands.
them. She
it meant to yield. It
inside her.
discovered the existence of her unborn baby, she
panic and
the baby, that it would be
bear the thought of letting go.
fact that this was her child
had nothing else, the
more reason to hold on to this tiny life. She
making excuses to keep the baby, so any
good enough reason.
others’ preferences, learning to read
ways to survive in this new reality.
not just for herself but for her
once the untouchable princess of P City,
psychological breakthrough, a compromise
had to endure.
And endure she did.
how she ended up hanging out
then pitying each other.
was it that in most relationships, it was the women who ended
*
to visit Cicely again. It
the person she had been waiting for
stood a man completely
of Mr. Harper,” the man
have a
man nodded in understanding. “Mr. Harper
willing to meet any demands
Cicely’s lips. Indeed, the Harper family’s
City wasn’t without reason.
worry。 I won’t make it too hard for him.
no one, especially his dear friend, knows anything
You could
stood up. “No
*
he would be kept, or maybe he felt
or perhaps
the womb. He caused no more
generous and kindly nature had left
once been in Creighton’s debt, but a
couldn’t show Cicely
request, he arranged
arrest as discreetly as
nerves, nearly claimed Cicely’s
however, this was
pain-free for any woman.
that giving birth is like a walk on the edge of the
the nose of the Grim Reaper himself, but upon
it was all worth
she had another family member in this
never
Her son.
would never part in the future, they had to
temporarily now.
the baby was sent away, and Cicely
Hugo.
was only a temporary separation, just temporary.
simple and
across the
sneak
the serene expression etched on her face rightfully belonged to
exquisite woman.
light outside was blocked out by
the bed was silently spitting out a fine mist,
room were maintained at a
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bed
delicate veins, quivered, and her slender arms, speckled
marks, stretched out from under the
gently as her smooth brow furrowed slightly, and
moment, she reluctantly opened her eyes.
illuminating her
slight puffiness, her eyes were
was beyond
lazily swept the room, landed on the slightly disheveled bed,
to recall something. Her eyes flinched as if stung, closed once
into the soft
and heading to the
was also elegantly simple,
house staff gathered, idly dusting corners already
chit-chatting
here is so laid back. Aside from cleaning, it’s just cooking now
I’m so lucky to
the lady upstairs who’s lucky? A pampered
royalty.”
of five or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even
girlfriend doesn’t
know the half of it. Mr. Diaz is not
night duty last night, nearly scared to death. I’ve never
terrifying. Ms. Cicely was almost dragged
“What happened?”
was even scarier
from down here.”
think Mr. Diaz forced himself
he need to? Keeping her for that purpose is
Them being
“True that.”
tiptoed down from upstairs
must
servants straightened up and scattered
an hour later, Cicely descended the stairs
tapered gently at
touch of
her skin almost glowing. Her hair fell carelessly
slender and graceful, her eyes half-lidded
be an unforgivable luxury in the eyes
over with a glass of warm water, saying
will
indifferently, taking the
a few sips, she casually picked up a magazine
glance at the casually opened inside page met a photo of
about Diaz International,
Seth.
photo wore a faint smile
deep pools
even from the page. Dressed in a black suit,
he seemed all the more brooding and
since three years ago but had also become colder
detached.
dragged her from No. 8 Mansion
wanted her dead,
back onto the coffee
lunch is
staff attended to her
the meal, there was still some food left
phone and turned it on as she brought each bite to her
of messages and missed call notifications
cease.
few from others, but most were from Joel, an old
with and gotten along with quite
him into a
sunny boy from
poise and sophistication.
her. Joel had sent a
the
the next afternoon, and most of the
scenes were with Danielle.
and the
presence on set. Without her, Crysti
the day were done, the director told
perfect for her
at No. 8 Mansion, and now she
power players who were so generous
Mansion at gatherings,
to open
and Cicely, ever the opportunist,
set salary –
in her sights as a potential big spender. They
8 Mansion was indeed a fine
there, Joel didn’t
bottles of Louis.
for the support,” Cicely accepted his generosity with
you need anything,
around, “This is a fine
should bring your friends here
long moment, “You’re just the
drink, gazing at the empty crystal glass reflecting
curved elegantly. “How is
so open, never one
clear what you’re after.”
disguise my purpose when I
a
chuckled, “The stuff on the flash
handed over to Seth.”
glass of wine, murmured an indifferent
and remained expressionless.
bring up Cicely’s past
the conversation to himself.
since Cicely stepped foot
call finally came
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
left Seth silent for
“You coming out on
in and find
and
“What happened?”
Cicely downed her glass of wine.
much. Let’s
nodded. “Where do you live? I’ll give you
a moment, grabbed her purse, and stood
ride
and there, parked in front of No.
arrogantly stationed. The
stepped
his scalp. What if the paparazzi caught
to fame and Seth was discovered
they were often followed by
was Mr. Diaz’s darling. If they found
another woman, wouldn’t
the
make such
to see Seth here. He looked at
pulled her behind
narrowed slightly as he ascended the steps of No. 8 Mansion
fell on Cicely’s wrist,
at him, standing quietly behind Joel, her delicate wrist
bit the protected
scene was somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible
swirling in Seth’s chest.
faint smile, his designer suit accentuating his tall,
and yet, it exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three years
than just one person. Seth now seemed
storms, a leader of great
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
his words was clear, with
Joel worth
had his suspicions, he was still taken aback. Joel thought
no longer be involved
silent, and Seth’s gaze stayed on her, as
in a relentless standoff. “I need to get back
set.”
scoffed. “Since when did the set become so
to be there
you’re with me
grip tightened.
“job” seeming absurd in relation
have
month when I ask for your company. How about
the whole crew a break, make it easy for you to focus on
chimmed in, “Mr. Diaz,
Joel’s face. After
her. But if we can’t come to an understanding,
way, you should let
men touching
the danger in Seth’s tone and abruptly pulled her hand back.
go. I’ll get in touch when I have
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
her voice louder than usual. Seth’s
eyes were filled with a chilling
of his lips suggested
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into the car
spoke on the way, the atmosphere in the vehicle
felt an
wasn’t until they reached her apartment that Cicely
deep voice finally broke
stopped, “What’s it
a moment, his face
for so long, isn’t it
to keep me. There’s a line
you, Danielle at the front, isn’t she? You make
but Seth’s firm grip on her wrist pulled her
surged through Cicely, “What are
smile, a hint of
you think…”
brushed against her face, his fingers caressing
you think
you say?”
froze, then pushed him away.
door open, stepping
pulled up in
already bloodied. He steadied himself as
was pressed to the
Her mind went blank.
Seth approaching her, his steps
him, “Have you
up beside her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You seem
so I thought I’d come over
wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close
embrace.
know, it’s like I’ve been treating you
call. You feel like throwing a tantrum? Go ahead. If you’re
respect that. Even when it comes to
you. Has all this made you think
pushover? A saint who’s always
powerless when it comes
mistake my leniency for
smooth things over. Sometimes,
seemed to be able to
neither fading
dark eyes, however, resembled
her.
her hands clutching Seth’s arms, staring back at
with determination. “Let him go, and I’ll sleep with you.”
his voice laced with surprise and
moment, his gaze still
her offer. “Alright.” With a single word, he
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her forcefully toward the apartment
overwhelming strength.
the elevator, she was nearly flung inside,
with a force that
regain her bearings, Seth’s presence overwhelmed
above her head, his legs
was the
first was
issue. Amidst the
situation absurdly comical.
incapable of submission. She’d learned to yield all too
to their fates, indulged in acts
and yet she could humble herself before
and wealth, could crush others in his grip, and
in public with a gun declaring he’d take a life without batting an
to
he felt differently about
to great lengths to keep her by
she didn’t want to sleep with him either.
intimacy for money with him for Hugo’s sake, let alone anyone
mattered
the last time you were with a woman? Has Danielle
the minute I
her chin and leaning
her face back, his
expression. “Having
glared defiantly, “I don’t have a fetish for
a position
to be in your bed, so can you let me
slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze
tingle with dread.
bed do you think you deserve
surged within Cicely as
you.”
his self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this
ways to shatter the walls
With a snarl, he grabbed her
Cicely’s panic became frantic, and
instinctively. “Let
open, and the servants rushed to greet them, only
personified, forcefully pulling Ms.
him, but it only resulted in more
effectiveness.
open the bedroom
turned even paler. “Let go of me! Seth,
want to do this!”
was futile; he lifted her and carried her straight
bathtub before
clung to her, hair plastered to
eyes unable to open.
care of you, not for you to be touched by
Joel had held her until
as if trying to scrub away a layer of
and the humiliation, Cicely met Seth’s fury with
stare.
showerhead aside, tearing at
she was no
were ripped to
like a lion provoked, only the slaughter of all
quell his rage.
bed, Cicely was exhausted. Naked and
prepared to endure the violent intimacy that
clenched shut, bracing for what
eyes!” Seth’s voice was a low growl as he
know who is in front of
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
was lifted again, the chill forcing her
full-length mirror in the
reflected
within, but
as tears welled
I’ve given you enough? How many
wear, what you use, what you eat, where you live,
afford
who can’t even stand to
it all about finding ways to
to learn their lessons. What do you think
standing up
breath sprayed on her ear.
his chillingly cold eyes.
her desolation,
in jail, that’s enough
the rigid tension in Seth’s body as they stood
hardness, like
steel.
at her in the
curve of Cicely’s
to look
for you to understand,
I spend a
from back then and
thing,” she
brow, as if stung by an unseen force.
let go
descended upon the room. The icy chill and hostility that had filled
space began to dissipate.
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stood behind her, staring at the reflection in
said something, but the sight of her
like no matter what he said, it would
of the phone came as a lifeline to him. It
touch with for
the
should get some rest.”
and closed, and
Cicely
before slowly walking over to the bed and sitting
lap were still vaguely
like an eternity, there was
throw blanket and wrapped herself
on the door,
each one fraying her nerves to a
your
relaxed once more. She didn’t respond, but
milk on the nightstand, she took a swift glance at Cicely. “Ms.
traveling abroad for business and won’t return
you need anything, please tell
of relief. Going abroad meant he
and she certainly didn’t want to
＊
Estates was one of P City’s most prestigious addresses,
wasn’t just a matter of money.
However, for Cicely, who had nothing and had just been
prison, this place was her recent best, absolutely splendid
was right; not many could provide what he had given her. Except,
not live here, not
from Crysti.
pick me up and take
might just fire me.”
are you worried about? With
give you
is show business. Even before I make it
I supposed to survive?
I
her
biggest hassle. Is making money supposed
hard?”
letting my brother keep
money.”
whims? If that’s
germophobe sponsoring
and more like risking
“In your dreams.”
“I’m
“You haven’t left
giving Crysti a chance
a few days if nothing unexpected comes
changed her shoes,
she’d finally get some peace,
face turned dark.
Mr. Diaz has gone abroad on business and
in anger, “Are you his personal assistant or his
servant?”
“It’s primarily
would you like to go, Ms.
had opened for her, Cicely took
I say I don’t
might not be
a scoff, Cicely slid into
Charlie let out a breath, wiped
hurried into the
Crysti and
upcoming fight scene with
was late for her scene with Crysti, the
director was visibly
bore the brunt of
her, sipping her juice and shaking her head
Crysti sweat profusely.
lady have to
phone, she
was so desperately in need
about to set, Danielle
so sorry, everyone. I was at the airport sending someone off,
got stuck in traffic on the way back. I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight
don’t be too
bowed continuously, her hands clasped in a pleading and
hard for anyone to continue being
ask anyone to forgive her, she just tried to quell
her or not didn’t matter to her,
because she had Seth backing her, the biggest investor of
if the schedule was delayed, it
not theirs.
so important that our big star has
them off at
smiled, glancing over at Cicely, who was sitting there, idly chewing on
a look of utter boredom. “It’s
back for
“Well, that explains it.”
started to tease, while others cast
Ellis family’s darling, the
exactly was her relationship with Mr.
hand, tormented by the balance in
a sucker
both aware and oblivious to the
Cicely and then spoke up,
for today? By the time I’m done with makeup, the
set. Can we shoot
brow and glanced instinctively at Crysti. The
here all
tough spot; he couldn’t afford to
on Cicely, hoping to use her as a mediator. After all, she was
love nothing more than to wrap up
glanced at the time on her phone, not
crossing her legs with a
which might suggest she’s delicate, but she’s
’em. The girl’s been practicing fight scenes all
couple more hours, but she
a day and let me take
with relief. He had expected as
Crysti has worked hard enough
her pale pink dress accentuating her perfect complexion.
lip balm, she looked as radiant as any
actresses on set. “And Ms. Danielle’s makeup alone will
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hours. Since everyone’s just hanging around, why don’t we
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
When did
crew perked up at the promise of
mood, couldn’t disagree. After
all
then, thanks in advance,
up from the crowd, but
wouldn’t start shooting until
She had just offered to treat everyone to
clearly, she wouldn’t
cleared, leaving behind only her agent,
makeup artists, Danielle clenched her fists, her face pale with fury.
set even when she wasn’t there. She
up this afternoon, not to
afternoon, wanted to seize the moment to
that easy, not
for the slap that Cicely had delivered
Danielle couldn’t act as if nothing had
Cicely by
Cicely seemed
had ordered a bunch of drinks and
With a day’s paycheck in
She could thank
off to No. 8 Mansion. Later that evening, she returned to the
booked by the crew.
as usual on set, but Danielle was visibly
low cough. With no
day practicing. After lunch, Danielle’s assistant
working late on the
hospital for IV treatment.
were canceled.
glanced at Crysti, who was also losing her temper,
director, whose face
loss with Danielle. This wasn’t a request for
implying consent
her game app, Cicely stood and smoothed her hair. “Shall I take
and head out?”
could the
to the city, even Crysti’s usual patience was tested, and
“She’s just
weight around. Isn’t
resources not to play the diva when
the clout? You
would drive the director insane. Besides,
not get caught up in petty fights. It’s harmful all
you are.
It’s too
just find a job where you can
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