On their third anniversary, Allison’s husband coldly asks for a divorce solely because his first love has returned. After three years of loyalty and sacrifice, she’s cast aside without hesitation. But Colton doesn’t know the truth: Allison isn’t a simple housewife, but a hidden genius. And walking away may bring the biggest loss to his life.
Colton was so sure of himself because he had meticulously dug into every detail of Allison’s past. There was no denying it-she hailed from a modest, rural background. Abandoned by her birth parents in the bleak days of her childhood, she had been left at an orphanage’s doorstep like an unwanted parcel. She hadn’t even…
Kellan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. No one had ever dared to boss him around, but Allison’s tone was so natural and fearless. She intrigued him. “Count on me,” Kellan said calmly. “Good lad! You’ve been bugging me for days, so it’s only fair you do some work!” Emanuel laughed,…
Kellan, who had been watching the drama unfold with lazy amusement, opened his eyes just enough to stroke a cat’s chin and casually remarked, “I particularly dislike people who don’t keep their promises. Perhaps now would be a good time for my assistant to review our contracts with the Stevens Group, just to ensure everything…
Melany was not consoled by Colton’s casual reassurances. She continued to sob, her voice trembling. “But she truly attacked us without a shred of mercy. It’s too much. I might be fine, but she shouldn’t have harmed you. Weren’t you once married? Doesn’t she understand the effort you put in? Publicly humiliating you and jeopardizing…
Kellan, his brows knitted in worry, grasped the wheelchair’s handles with a grip that bulged the veins on his hands. He had rarely revealed the truth about his legs. With a final push for Kellan to escape, Allison turned her full attention to the assassin. Their movements were a blur of speed and precision. Despite…
Still, he responded smoothly, “You must be quite the prodigy, then.” “And your legs are indeed a marvel of modern medicine, Mr. Lloyd,” Allison shot back, her words carrying a subtle edge. The air grew heavier with tension, further cooling the already strained atmosphere. Allison’s fingers grazed the sharp blade, poised to strike at any…
“I have a niece,” Kellan began, his voice softening. “She’s incredibly bright and charming, though she has autism. Her sole passion is pottery.” Allison noticed the fleeting softness in Kellan’s usually steely expression as he spoke of his niece. It was a rare glimpse of tenderness from the man known for his ruthlessness, and it…
Her brow knitted in concern. No wonder Kellan had mentioned family troubles. The situation there was a tangled mess. His mother died early, and his father, the head of the Lloyd Group, was no pushover. With a host of illegitimate children, it was no surprise that the family was embroiled in fierce power struggles. Kellan,…
Kellan blinked, speechless for a beat. The manager’s tentative tone tugged him back to reality, and he glanced down at the phone, now realizing it wasn’t Allison calling after all. It was Adam Westwood, the general manager of Charisma Company. “What’s going on?” Kellan’s voice shifted, cool and controlled, no trace of the earlier warmth…
“Miss Green, I understand you come from a privileged background, and your family might indulge you, but that doesn’t give you the right to throw insults around. Allison’s deception was really masterful. Otherwise, Colton wouldn’t have fallen for it…” Colton’s expression darkened at Rebecca’s words. Though he was restrained by her social standing, his voice…