Chapter 8
His eyes flashed with anger as he swung his fist at Bruce.
Just as it seemed like the two were about to clash, I hurriedly shoved the fitting room door open and stepped in front of Bruce.
“Yuri,” I said coldly, “leave, now.”
Yuri fixed his gaze on me, his eyes full of disbelief. “Freya, you’re actually protecting him?”
Blood was trickling from the wound on his forehead, running down his cheek, mixing with the tears.
His once–handsome face was now swollen and distorted, his white shirt stained with blood and dirt–far from the charming gentleman he used to be.
I furrowed my brows, averting my gaze, unwilling to look at him any longer.
Suddenly, he twisted his face into a painful smile, staggering as he turned to leave.
Just then, warm hands covered my eyes, and Bruce’s low voice whispered in my ear. “Honey, don’t look at him.”
I froze for a moment before letting out a helpless sigh.
This man, who was ruthless in the business world, could also be so childish in his possessiveness.
It seemed that the security I gave him still wasn’t enough.
The scandal between Yuri and Willa continued to spread online, spiraling far beyond what I had ever imagined.
As netizens dug deeper, even more shocking secrets were revealed.
It turned out that Willa had drugged Yuri’s
Yuri had been completely in the dark, thinking he had simply lost control after drinking too much.
Even more astonishing was that Willa had simultaneously recognized eight “honorary brothers,” with Yuri being the one with the best conditions.
In a moment of uncertainty about who the father of her child was, she decisively chose Yuri to be the one.
The Farrar family’s century–old medical legacy was ruined in an instant.
Facing the overwhelming mockery, Yuri finally broke down.
He called me from a new number, but as soon as I recognized his voice, I hung up.
Soon after, I received a text from him:
“Freya, I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again.”
I deleted it immediately, not wanting any further ties with him.
It wasn’t until later that I learned he had overdosed on sleeping pills in an attempt to take his own life.
Though they saved him, he was left with severe anxiety and depression, to the point that at his worst, he couldn’t even care for himself.
Meanwhile, another one of Willa’s “honorary brothers,” a prominent figure in the financial industry, was fired from his company, blacklisted from the industry, and had his wife leave him because of the scandal.
He loathed Willa and, while she was at a hospital appointment, attacked her with a knife.
By the time they found her, she was lying in a pool of blood.
In the end, the child couldn’t be saved, and Willa lost the ability to ever bear children.
Reading that news, I gave Bruce, who was sipping his coffee, a meaningful look. “Did you see that? That’s the price of infidelity.”
“Pfft-”
He spat out his coffee, hastily wiping his mouth. “Honey, don’t worry. I am absolutely loyal!”
The End.
Book 2:
I’m the only daughter of the wealthiest man in the country–born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Worried I’d be taken advantage of, my father arranged not one, but three engagements for me before I was even old enough to spell the word “fiancé.”
Everyone in our social circle envied those three men; after all, marrying me meant gaining access to the entire Windsor fortune.
But my so–called fiancés couldn’t care less about me. Even Liam York, whom I’d grown up with, treated me with icy indifference.
I used to think it was just his nature–until I saw how tender he was toward Jessica Clarke, the underprivileged girl my family had sponsored.
He even gave her the priceless gemstone I had gifted him.
“Jess,” he said, “for the sake of the family, I have no choice but to follow my parents‘ arrangements. But I promise you, after the wedding, I won’t lay a finger on her. The moment the timing is right, I’ll divorce her and marry you.”
“Believe me, Jess. I feel nothing for Eleanor Windsor. You’re the one I love.”
+ 5 Points
The day before the engagement party, my father asked me to choose which of the
three I wanted to marry.
Thinking of everything they’d done, I was exhausted–heartbroken, even.
I paused for a long moment before replying, “Dad, I don’t like any of them. If I have to marry someone, then I’ll marry the best.”
He blinked in surprise. “The Lancaster Family of Westminster is indeed a match for us in power, but Leonard Lancaster… he’s blind.”
