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
make him sign the divorce
anger, Cicely let out a soft
you ever really plan to
tightly. The answer was obvious. Of course
anguished, suddenly came to a realization
then that Seth wasn’t going
off easily.
is the end of the line. Everything’s over. Take
about me, don’t sort things out
Just pretend I’m dead for three
“Cicely!”
“If anyone
die in
his bloodshot eyes glaring at her.
threatening me?”
“Hopefully.”
of her lips carrying a cruel edge. Lana immediately requested another meeting with
Did
receiver, Cicely looked into Lana’s distraught
won’t let me
could have left
her eyes and shook her head slightly,
you wouldn’t have made
a scatterbrain
me. My mother was smart, my father
to be a
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spent three days in detention. With
get me out? Someone is aiding Seth, someone with
power than the Ellis family. Even if I truly
to block me. As long as he refuses to
escape.”d2
an epiphany. Indeed, there was
you? Why didn’t you let
happening to you.”
let me die, so he definitely will look
from you. You would be under his surveillance. I don’t
about me. Using these three years
a
lost for words. This child,
she be so incredibly
for the deaths of Dad and Issac. These three
my penance
your fault,
is my fault, all my fault. Three years
short, Lana, far too
down her face, unable to
word.
at that. You should
here. I won’t see
this, Cicely smiled at Lana and then hung up the
days afterward, Seth repeatedly
refused each time.
in prison
adapt at all.
had been pampered since birth, a true princess in a tower. Her
the most
she used had to be top-notch; she couldn’t lift a
to do anything; everything was
before her.
to be “useless,” but
Everyone envied her.
foolishness, she could’ve lived carefree
her whole life.
Creighton had the confidence, and so
for ten generations,
her. A daughter is born to be
Creighton and Millie.
too. Their daughter Cicely could
envied, but their daughter didn’t turn
they had hoped.
blamed herself, and she was using three
every wrong
Cicely, was the kindest, most well-behaved, and most heartwrenching
*
expected, Cicely found she was being given special treatment.
others’, so she tossed the food away,
until her meals returned to
solitary cell with new,
When new bedding arrived, she
on the hard cot,
the guards’ spotlight,
they took photos, sometimes they recorded videos.
she smashed a bowl and staged a suicide attempt by cutting
wrists.
showed the video
dark and cold, seemed as
moment. He watched the video over
a cold laugh.
video completely. “Arrange a
hesitated, “But
last time. Then let her
with a calm
*
see
visiting glass, they looked
did you want to tell
respond, just locked eyes with
“If you won’t
seemed to elicit a reaction from Seth. He
death. Shall
said during the visit.
the chair for a long while,
revenge was strong and
fooled him a few times, and now he was using such a
her.
*
now on, I don’t want
about her.”
was taken aback,
expression and tone. “Living is
dying. She won.”
*
newcomers, Cicely couldn’t escape the bullying
bathroom
was spat
up only to have
pieces from the work detail were sabotaged
one to hold back,
of anything. She had seen them drag another
soap across the bathroom floor, laughing wickedly behind
hands.
against them. She was pregnant. So, for the
learned what it meant to yield.
inside her.
she discovered the existence of her unborn baby,
and confusion. Deep down,
that it would be
she couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. She couldn’t let
was her
she felt she had
more reason to hold
excuses to keep the baby, so any reason
good enough reason.
others’ preferences, learning to read
this new reality.
herself but for her
the untouchable princess of P City, and the transformation
a compromise of
had to endure.
And endure she did.
ended up hanging out with that group
then pitying each other.
it that in most relationships, it was the women who ended
*
had requested to visit Cicely again. It was a
the person she had been waiting for
window stood a man completely unknown to Cicely.
behalf of Mr. Harper,” the man
then. “I have a score to settle with Mr.
nodded in understanding. “Mr. Harper accepts all
is deeply sorry. He’s willing to meet
lips. Indeed,
City wasn’t without reason.
won’t make it too hard for him. I have
his dear friend,
course. You could
up.
*
be kept, or
burdens, or perhaps he inherited
womb.
nature had
warden had once been in Creighton’s debt,
and he couldn’t show Cicely blatant favoritism. However,
he arranged
arrest as discreetly as
nerves, nearly claimed
doctors, however, this was a detached
pain-free for any woman.
is like a walk on the edge of the underworld,
nose of the Grim Reaper himself, but upon seeing her
was all worth
had another family member in this
would never
Her son.
would never part in the future, they
temporarily now.
later, the baby was sent away, and Cicely gave him a
Hugo.
temporary
simple and luxurious
across the slate-gray duvet
and sneak beneath them. Even with her
the serene expression etched on her face rightfully belonged to
exquisite woman.
blinding light outside was blocked
humidifier next to the bed was silently spitting
temperature and humidity in the room were maintained
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while, the woman in bed slowly
quivered, and her slender arms, speckled
out from under
as her smooth brow furrowed slightly,
she reluctantly opened her eyes. Her eyes gradually
illuminating her beautiful resting
slight puffiness, her eyes were still seductive and
was beyond
landed
eyes flinched
her head into the soft pillow for a moment before
heading to
also elegantly simple, with
staff gathered, idly dusting
chit-chatting
so laid back. Aside from
great. I’m so lucky to
Isn’t it the lady upstairs who’s lucky?
royalty.”
or six, mostly waiting on her. I bet even Mr.
girlfriend doesn’t get this
Mr. Diaz is
night duty last night, nearly scared to death.
Ms. Cicely was almost
“What happened?”
was even scarier upstairs. I could
from down here.”
forced
need to? Keeping her
think they’re normal? Them being normal would be the real
“True that.”
down from
heard movement. She must be awake. Let’s get lunch
straightened up and scattered
an hour later, Cicely descended the stairs in
lace sleeves that tapered gently at the wrists. The dress’s
a touch of demure
was luminous, her skin almost glowing. Her
figure slender and graceful, her eyes
taking an extra step would be an unforgivable luxury
with a glass
lunch will
replied indifferently, taking the glass and
she casually picked up a
inside page met
interview, about Diaz International, so it was normal
Seth.
photo wore a faint smile that never quite reached his
deep pools of
pressure, even from the page. Dressed in a black suit,
shirt a dark hue, he seemed all the more brooding
since three years ago but had
detached.
had dragged her
night, as if he wanted her dead, her expression chilled, and she
onto the coffee
lunch
attended to
still some
turned it on as she brought each bite to
and missed call
cease.
most were from Joel,
recently reconnected with and gotten along
him into a
from back
poise and sophistication.
hard to get in touch with her.
to the
the next afternoon, and
scenes were with Danielle.
and the well-known backing
her, Crysti couldn’t proceed,
the day were done, the director told her to
timing was perfect for her to
still known as “Diamond” at No. 8 Mansion, and now she
who were
to No. 8 Mansion at gatherings, and when
to open bottles
and Cicely, ever the opportunist, worked solely
set salary –
her sights as a
8 Mansion was indeed a fine
her commission there,
bottles of Louis.
support,” Cicely accepted his generosity
need anything,
glanced around, “This is a
your stature. You should bring your
moment, “You’re
downed her drink, gazing at the empty crystal glass reflecting
curved elegantly. “How is that
open, never one to hide your true intentions.
clear what you’re after.”
me to disguise my purpose when I come up
as a
flash drive has
handed over to Seth.”
of wine, murmured an
and remained expressionless.
up Cicely’s past anymore.
the conversation to himself.
Cicely stepped foot
call finally came
Cicely answered, “What’s up?”
“Done reminiscing?”
“Not yet.”
for a few seconds; when he
was coated with ice. “You coming out on
in and
scoffed and hung
“What happened?”
Cicely downed her glass of wine. “Sorry, I’ve got work
Let’s catch up another
nodded. “Where do you live? I’ll give you
a moment, grabbed her purse,
my ride is
there, parked in front of
stationed. The man who should have
had stepped out
his scalp. What
fame and
were often
Diaz’s darling.
another woman, wouldn’t the entertainment
the gossip, this
make
Seth here. He looked at Cicely in
her
ascended the
them. His gaze fell on
quietly
looking every bit
scene was somewhat irritating. In fact, an invisible
swirling in Seth’s chest.
carried a faint smile, his designer suit accentuating
exuded a chilling, persistent pressure. Three years
one person. Seth now seemed like
a leader of great authority, effortlessly quelling
signs of defiance.
“Get in the car.”
was clear, with no pleasantries for Joel.
worth
suspicions, he was
no longer be
and Seth’s gaze stayed
move, in a relentless standoff. “I need to get back to
set.”
when did the set become so
need to be there
but you’re with me
tightened. “That’s my
the word “job” seeming absurd in relation
timing. One moment you have time to catch up, the next
of the month when I ask for your company. How about
break, make it easy for
in, “Mr. Diaz,
landed on Joel’s face. After a long pause, he spoke
if we can’t come to an understanding,
by the way, you should let go
men touching my
sensed the danger in Seth’s tone and abruptly pulled her hand back.
get in touch when I
imperceptible urgency.
Seth’s expression darkened.
“But Cicely…”
“Leave, now.”
her
but his eyes were
smile of his lips
*
got into the
of them spoke on the way, the
felt an
until they reached her apartment that Cicely tried to exit
voice finally broke the
“What’s it to
silent for a moment, his face bearing a cold, mocking
so long, isn’t
never asked you to keep me. There’s a line
at the front,
Seth’s
through Cicely, “What are you
lips curled into a sinister smile, a
you think…”
breath brushed against her face, his fingers caressing
think I have Joel killed
you say?”
then pushed him away. “You’re insane!” She
door open, stepping
car pulled up in front of her.
forward; his face was already bloodied. He
was pressed to the back
Her mind went blank.
to see Seth approaching her, his steps casual.
him, “Have you
of mischief in his eyes. “You seem a
I’d come over
arm around her waist, pulling her close with an
embrace.
been treating you like
and call. You feel like throwing a tantrum? Go ahead. If you’re
night, I respect that. Even when it
to accommodate you. Has all
pushover? A saint who’s always gentle, agreeable, and
it comes to you, it’s just
be tough. But don’t mistake
to smooth things over. Sometimes, I need
flames.”Charlie seemed to be able to feel the air gradually freezing around
neither fading nor deepening,
His dark eyes, however, resembled icy obsidian,
her.
clutching Seth’s arms, staring
with determination. “Let him go, and
Joel exclaimed, his voice
twitched at that moment, his
With a single word,
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her forcefully toward the apartment
overwhelming strength.
pace or power; she was essentially being
the elevator, she was nearly
the wall with a force that left
she could regain her bearings, Seth’s
above her head, his legs forcefully parting her
the second time she’d
The first was at the
over the same issue. Amidst
situation absurdly comical.
of submission. She’d learned
fates, indulged in acts too dirty
yet she could
power and wealth, could crush others in his
in public with a gun declaring he’d take a life without batting
to
was convinced that he felt
keep her by his side. Surely he wouldn’t kill
didn’t want to sleep with him
mattered more
last time you were with a woman? Has Danielle
causing you to rush things the minute I agreed
sneered, gripping her chin and leaning down to claim her
her face away. He forced her face back, his dark eyes
repulsed expression. “Having
don’t have a fetish for having sex
think you’re in a position to negotiate
be in your bed,
elevator doors slid open, and Seth’s intense gaze
tingle with dread.
bed do you think you deserve to be in?
within Cicely as she faced the
you.”
self-proclaimed restraint crumble before this woman who
shatter the
snarl, he grabbed her
the apartment, Cicely’s
instinctively. “Let go
swung open, and the servants rushed to
forcefully pulling
to stop him, but it
effectiveness.
kicked open the bedroom
Cicely’s face turned even paler. “Let go
want to do this!”
futile; he lifted her and carried her
before dousing her
clung to her, hair plastered to her
eyes unable to open.
taking good care of you, not for you
rubbing her arm where Joel had held her until it reddened
as if trying to scrub away a layer of
and the humiliation, Cicely met Seth’s fury
stare.
at her clothes. Cicely
defying him, but she was no match for Seth’s
ripped
provoked, only the slaughter of all
quell his rage.
was exhausted.
intimacy that was to come.
bracing for
voice was a low growl as he pinned
me! Do you know who is in
Cicely bit harder, unresponsive.
spun as she was lifted again, the chill forcing her
full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom, she saw
reflected
pain, panic, and injustice swirled within,
as tears welled and her eyes
How many women out
you wear, what you use, what you eat, where you
other men afford to keep you? Aren’t you so
you the type who can’t even stand to lose the slightest bit? If
it all about
people always have to learn their lessons. What do
up
breath sprayed on her
his chillingly cold eyes.
smile masking her desolation, she said,
enough for a
tension in Seth’s body as they stood pressed
was an unmistakable hardness, like his muscles
steel.
his eyes to look at her in
Cicely’s lips
unable to
I haven’t lost enough for you
if I spend a
from back then and
thing,”
Seth’s brow, as if
let go of
The icy
space began to dissipate.
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behind her, staring at the reflection in the mirror
something, but the sight
felt like no matter
of the phone came as a lifeline to him.
in touch with for a
left the bedroom.
should get some rest.”
room opened and closed, and only after the room had
some time did Cicely
slowly walking over to the bed
her lap
there was a knock at the door. Her
nearby throw
on the
fraying her nerves to a
Cicely, your milk is
She didn’t
milk on the nightstand, she took a swift glance at Cicely.
traveling abroad for business and won’t return
you need anything, please
Going abroad meant he wouldn’t
she certainly didn’t want to see him
＊
of P City’s most prestigious
home wasn’t just a matter of money. For some people, it’s merely
However, for Cicely, who had nothing
this place was her recent
was right; not many could provide what he had given
here, not accept
a call from Crysti. “Girl, I’m off for
better pick me up and take me to the set, or the
might just fire me.”
you
dare give you
I make it big, I’m already being
tantrums. How am I supposed to survive? Hurry up, there’s
I need to
deep breath and put down her fork, “I thought
biggest hassle. Is making money
hard?”
“or maybe you should consider letting my brother
money.”
I supposed to cater to his whims? If
germophobe sponsoring
and more like
“In your dreams.”
“I’m heading
“You haven’t left
hung up without giving Crysti
a few days if
her shoes, and
some peace, but seeing Charlie
face turned dark.
on
you
servant?”
offered an awkward smile, “It’s primarily because Mr. Diaz is
to go, Ms. Cicely?
opened for her, Cicely took
I say
not be
scoff, Cicely slid into the
a breath, wiped the
hurried into the
up Crysti and headed to
upcoming fight scene with the stunt coordinator and
for Danielle, who was late for her scene with
tense. The director was visibly
brunt
her juice and shaking her
Crysti sweat profusely.
did a fine young lady have
account on her phone, she
who was so desperately in
to set, Danielle finally
I was at the airport sending
way back. I’ll treat
don’t
clasped in a pleading
hard for anyone to
anyone to forgive her, she just tried
her or not
Seth backing her, the
delayed,
not theirs.
“Who’s so important that our big star
off at
Cicely, who was
a look of utter boredom. “It’s
back for a
“Well, that explains it.”
the group started to tease, while others cast glances
family’s darling, the petite princess of P City. And
was her relationship with Mr.
tormented by the balance in her bank
contacts, looking for a sucker to lure
aware and
Cicely and then spoke up, “Can we push back the
By the time I’m done
set. Can we shoot
brow and glanced
here
he couldn’t afford to
her as a mediator. After all, she
hassle the most and would love nothing more than to wrap up
on her phone, not bothering to feign ignorance.
in her chair, crossing her legs with a sly smile. “Look,
which might suggest she’s delicate, but
of ’em. The girl’s been practicing fight scenes
wait a couple more hours, but she won’t
let me
with relief. He had
has worked hard
her pale pink dress accentuating her
of lip balm, she looked as
on set. “And Ms.
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just hanging around, why don’t we all go
a drink? Crysti’s treating.”
When did she
the promise of free drinks, already buzzing
director, seeing the mood, couldn’t disagree. After all, the
was all Danielle’s, and they’d all be
thanks in
but
she wouldn’t start shooting until 8
after 10 PM. She had just offered to treat everyone to dinner as
she wouldn’t
behind only
clenched her fists, her face pale with
even when she
up this afternoon, not to
to seize the
be that easy, not with Cicely as her
the slap that Cicely had delivered
Danielle couldn’t act as if
wanted to provoke Cicely
Cicely seemed
ordered a bunch of drinks and snacks in
day’s paycheck in hand, she still had
She could thank Danielle
No. 8 Mansion. Later that
booked by the crew.
next day was business as usual on set, but
cough. With no scenes of her
lunch, Danielle’s
a cold from working late on
for IV treatment. The afternoon and
were canceled.
glanced at Crysti, who was also
over at the director, whose face had soured further. Clearly,
Danielle. This wasn’t a request
consent
game app, Cicely stood and smoothed her hair. “Shall I take
and head out?”
else could
drive back to the city, even Crysti’s usual patience was
help but swear. “She’s just relying on her
Isn’t she taking
a waste of resources not to play the
clout? You
would drive the director insane.
act, not get caught up in petty fights. It’s
you are. But
this. It’s too
“Why don’t you just find a
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