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 left messages for Martha.

finished writing, she tucked the farewell

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

asking where she was. They encouraged her to go home and b properly prepare

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

with a face too pale. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Cecilia saw a radiant and exquisite version of herself, as if

umbrella against the

whispered. The cold wind howled, leaving only the sound of raindrops

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

go ahead.”

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

think you could escape by

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

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

good for me,

read each message

me up from the west suburb. I’ll be waiting for you

much thought. She assumed

tranquility. She spent the entire day

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 and the

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

hands, she pulled out a bottle of pills from her bag. At that same time,

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

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

send a text to Cecilia: Don’t