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

Chapter 14 The Last Day

After participating in the interview, Stella went to see Paula.

She discovered that Paula and Cecilia’s younger brother had planned to marry Cecilia off to an old man in exchange for three billion.

Seeing that Nathaniel was silent for a long time, Stella decided to stir the pot, saying, “I heard from Mrs. Smith that Cecilia demanded a betrothal gift of three hundred million. I really didn’t expect her to be that kind of person…”

She paused before adding, “They also mentioned that the cool off period isn’t over yet, so it’s not appropriate for her to get married. They’ll just hold the wedding ceremony first.”

Unbeknownst to Cecilia, her mother and younger brother were still busy planning her wedding. They didn’t take her previous words seriously.

Paula was convinced that Cecilia wouldn’t dare to defy them, just as she hadn’t in the past.

She had faced so many hardships growing up and never once considered leaving–this time. would be no different.

Magnus had already persuaded Randy to transfer the three hundred million betrothal gift in advance, which he then used to start planning his new company. He didn’t feel the slightest guilt or that he owed anything to Cecilia.

One day, Cecilia received a text from her mother: Mr. Larke has picked the date; it’s the fifteenth of this month. You have four days left, so prepare yourself well for your marriage. This time, you must capture his heart, understand?

Upon reading those messages, a wave of indescribable emotions washed over Cecilia.

The fifteenth….

It was a day of joyful reunion, the day she and Nathaniel had agreed to finalize their divorce, the day she was forced to marry Randy, and it was also the day she decided to leave the world behind.

Afraid she might forget, Cecilia took notes of these events in her notebook. After noting it down, she began writing her farewell letters.

found herself at a loss for words. In the end,

finished writing, she tucked the farewell letters

later, on the fourteenth, the rain was particularly heavy. Cecilia’s phone sat on the coffee table,

Paula, asking where she was. They encouraged her to go home and

respond. That day, she wore a brand–new dress in a shade of begonia and

thin, with a face too pale. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Cecilia saw a radiant and exquisite version of herself, as if she had traveled back in time to the

umbrella against the rain and slowly made her way to her father’s tombstone, gently placing a bunch of

leaving only the sound of raindrops

really had nowhere else to go.” Her voice trembled as she continued, “I admit, I’m

go ahead.”

to the tombstone, hugging her body tightly. She unlocked

you really think you could

Do you really think someone

You better think it through. It’s far better to willingly marry tomorrow than to be discovered and forced

good for

each

reply, Cecilia wrote: I don’t want to go back. Tomorrow, come pick me up from the west suburb. I’ll be waiting for

thought. She assumed Cecilia had accepted her

of tranquility. She spent the entire

night fell, she took out the small wooden puppet her father had painstakingly carved for her when she was a child. She held it gently against her chest, using her body

away, the distant chime of a clock struck twelve. The day had arrived–it was the fifteenth. Cecilia gazed up at the endless, dark

in the morning, with trembling hands, she pulled out a bottle of pills

to be jolted awake by

knowing that day was the day the

to Cecilia: Don’t forget, we’re