When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 11 Give It Back To You

Cecilia felt a warm sensation in her right ear, as if fresh blood was trickling out. She stood frozen, unable to move.

Paula looked at her daughter, so feeble and incapable, and felt a profound sadness—not for Cecilia, but for herself.

She picked up the documents from the coffee table and handed them over to Cecilia. “Take a good look,” she said. “This is the choice I’ve made for you.”

Cecilia took the documents and read the bold title: Prenuptial Agreement.

She opened it and skimmed the contents: Ms. Cecilia Smith shall willingly marry Mr. Randy Larke, promising to care for him until old age, never to leave his side. Mr. Randy will ensure the well-being of Ms. Cecilia Smith’s family by providing three hundred million in funds to the Smith family…

Randy Larke was a seventy-eight-year-old seasoned entrepreneur from Tudela. A string in Cecilia’s mind felt as if it were wound too tightly, ready to snap.

Paula continued, “Mr. Larke has stated that he doesn’t mind this being your second marriage. As long as you marry him, he will help the Smith family rise again.”

Paula’s hopeful eyes bore into Cecilia as she stepped forward, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t let me and your little brother down, would you?”

Cecilia’s complexion grew increasingly pale. She clenched the agreement in her hand. “Nathaniel and I aren’t fully divorced yet,” she replied.

Paula waved off the concern. “Mr. Larke suggested that you could have the wedding ceremony first and register it afterward,” she said. “Besides, Nathaniel doesn’t love you. I respect your decision to divorce him.”

Realizing that she couldn’t salvage Cecilia’s marriage to Nathaniel, Paula had decided to heed her son’s advice—while her daughter was still young, she would maximize her worth.

Cecilia felt as though her throat was clogged with cotton. “May I ask you something?” she paused before continuing, “Am I really your biological daughter?”

Paula’s expression stiffened. The facade of her pleasant demeanor vanished as she began to chide Cecilia. “Had it not been for giving birth to you, do you think my figure would have changed? That I would have fallen from my pedestal as a world-renowned dancer? You truly disappoint me!”

Growing up, Cecilia could never understand why other mothers loved their children unconditionally, without any resentment or regret. Yet, her own mother wouldn’t spare her a shred of love.

Even now, she didn’t understand. But she had come to accept one thing—she no longer yearned for others to love her.

She carefully placed the contract aside. “I can’t agree to this,” she said.

to outright refuse and was instantly infuriated. “How dare you reject me?

give my life back to

was taken aback.

were to return my life to you, would you cease to be my mother? Would I no longer owe you the debt of giving

ears and scoffed coldly. “Fine. As long as you return that life to me, I won’t force you! But

to have made up her mind. “Give me one

if she had lost her mind. She pushed the agreement back toward Cecilia. “If you’re too scared to

walked out in her high heels. Magnus was waiting at the door, having overheard the conversation. “Mom, she’s not going to contemplate taking her own life, is

expression remained indifferent. “If she dares to die, I’ll give her credit for that! After all, she was

every word clearly. She rubbed her aching ears, sometimes wishing

as though her life had been a complete failure—as if she had never truly lived

emotions. That evening, she made her way to a bar. Seated in a corner, she nursed her drink,

with strikingly attractive eyes and handsome features

some unseen force,

man was puzzled. “What are you

took another sip of her drink. “The doctor told me I was sick and needed to cheer up,

Reese—felt a pang

she not remember me? Also, what sort of illness is she suffering from that she

the place you should be,” he advised. “Let me

smiled at him. “You’re

her bitter smile, his emotions

past few years?

from Cecilia, he had been letting

late and everyone was preparing to leave, Stella noticed a familiar figure in

and saw a man standing in front of Cecilia, engaged in

bar and picking up men? I overestimated her. So, she’s just like that after all. Who was it that once

to confront

coldly

manage on