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, she

writing, she tucked the

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

calls were all from Paula, asking where she was. They encouraged her

brand–new dress

wasn’t unattractive–just too thin, with a face too pale. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Cecilia saw a radiant and exquisite version of herself,

headed toward the cemetery. Stepping out of the car, she held an umbrella against the rain and slowly made her way

cold wind howled, leaving only the

sorry… I didn’t intend to come here, but I really had nowhere else to go.” Her voice trembled as she continued, “I admit, I’m a coward, scared of going alone. That’s why I chose to come to you… If you wish to scold me,

go ahead.”

hugging her body tightly. She unlocked her phone

Did you really think

money. Do you really think someone as influential as

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

what’s good

read each

go back. Tomorrow, come pick me up

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

the moment of tranquility. She

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 shield it from the darkness

clock struck twelve. The day had arrived–it was the fifteenth. Cecilia gazed up at the endless, dark sky, a bitter taste lingering

morning, with trembling hands, she pulled out a bottle of

closed his eyes, only to be jolted awake by another nightmare–again about Cecilia. This time, he had

he realized it was only four in the morning. Nathaniel was deep in thought, knowing that day was the day the cooling–off

a text to