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.

for words. In the end, she left messages

writing, she tucked the farewell

particularly heavy. Cecilia’s phone sat on the coffee table,

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 meticulously applied her

reflection in the mirror, Cecilia saw a radiant

the car, she held an umbrella against the rain and slowly made her way to her father’s

howled, leaving only

voice trembled as she continued, “I admit, I’m a coward,

go ahead.”

uttering her words, Cecilia settled herself next to the tombstone, hugging her body tightly. She unlocked her phone and was greeted

think you

think someone as influential as Mr. Larke would let you off the

It’s far better to willingly marry tomorrow than to be discovered

good for

each message

pick me up from the west

give it much thought. She assumed Cecilia had accepted her fate and

the moment of tranquility. She spent

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 to

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

the morning, with trembling hands, she pulled out a bottle of pills from her bag.

was so weary that he pressed his temples and closed his eyes, only to be jolted awake by another

his phone, he realized it was only four in the morning. Nathaniel was deep in thought, knowing

to Cecilia: Don’t forget, we’re