Pamper her

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

"Honey, you're so sweet..." The man's voice, deep and resonant, filled the darkness that enveloped Lorelei. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, rendering her helpless against his advances. The chaos of the moment overwhelmed her, leaving her powerless to resist.
With a jolt, Lorelei's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in a cold sweat. For five years, she had been haunted by this recurring nightmare. She pressed her trembling hands against her burning cheeks, attempting to dispel the lingering fear.
Seeking solace, she made her way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face. The refreshing sensation washed away the remnants of her dream, bringing clarity to her troubled mind. Gathering herself, she descended the stairs, grasping a glass to quench her thirst.
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"Zephyr Carter is nothing but a repulsive creature, known to all. No woman in Rexwell would willingly enter such a union!"
"After the accident five years ago, he transformed into a deranged monster, claiming the lives of two innocent women! I won't be his next victim!"
A sharp female voice echoed from the living room, filled with venomous spite. "And let's not forget, it should be Lorelei who marries him! After all, she's no longer pure. She's even borne a child. Her experience might just be enough to satisfy that old monster!"
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Kevin Turner's voice seethed with anger as he reprimanded his daughter. "Lorelei is your sister!"
Isabella gritted her teeth, her tearful eyes burning with resentment. "Dad, I'm your flesh and blood. She's just an intruder who stole my place. A mistake was made, and you welcomed her back into our family, granting her a life of luxury. Meanwhile, I suffered through poverty for eighteen years, only now reclaiming my rightful place in the Turner family. You can't force me into this marriage!"
"You're right," Rhiannon Simmons chimed in, coming to Isabella's defense. "Isabella has carved her own path in the business world, bringing honor to our name. How could we sacrifice her like this?"
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They wanted to forge a connection with the esteemed Carter family through marriage, but they were unwilling to sacrifice Isabella. Instead, they sought to sacrifice Lorelei herself.
Summoning her courage, Lorelei took a deep breath, descended the stairs, and extended her hand towards Kevin. "Let's make an agreement."
Kevin looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"
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Kevin froze momentarily, while Isabella and Rhiannon stood frozen behind him.
"Aren't you going to write it down?" Lorelei asked.
Taking the paper and pen, she swiftly jotted down a few lines and signed her name. "Alright, you can stop pretending now. I'll marry him."
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Isabella hurriedly picked up the piece of paper.
The words inscribed upon it read:
"Lorelei will wed Zephyr in place of Isabella, thus fully repaying the Turner family for their upbringing."
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Isabella glanced up at Lorelei's retreating figure and whispered, "Mom, has Lorelei lost her mind? She just agreed to marry Zephyr. Doesn't she care about her boyfriend anymore?"
Rhiannon swiftly covered Isabella's mouth, her gaze fixed anxiously on Lorelei's back, fearing that she would come to regret her decision.
Little did they know, Lorelei had heard every word.
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But now, it was all gone.No matter who she would marry, Lorelei knew that her life would be uprooted. A new place awaited her, and it made no difference who her husband would be.
Three days later, Lorelei found herself in the care of the Carter family. Zephyr Carter hadn't obtained a marriage license, but he invited her to live in their grand villa while she made her decision.
In Rexwell, not many women dared to marry Zephyr. He wasn't one to settle for just anyone.
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As night fell, Lorelei sat alone in her bedroom, anxiously awaiting Zephyr's arrival. Suddenly, the villa plunged into darkness as the electricity failed.
Lorelei couldn't help but tremble. Darkness frightened her like nothing else.
Ever since that fateful night five years ago, Lorelei couldn't face the darkness alone. She always kept a night light on by her bedside, seeking solace in its gentle glow.
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Instinctively, she curled up, hugging her knees tightly, shivering in the oppressive darkness.
Unbeknownst to her, the door to her room creaked open.
In the pitch-blackness, something brushed against her foot and covered her hand. A sticky, cold sensation sent chills down her spine.
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She let out a piercing scream and recoiled, her back colliding with the unforgiving wall, pain shooting through her body.
But in the darkness, the unknown mass crept closer towards her.
A raspy, rough voice filled the air, "Darling, my wife... I am your husband..."
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Finally, Lorelei could see what loomed before her in the darkness.
It was a man with a grotesque face.
Perhaps, he couldn't even be considered human...The man before her was hunched, his stature reminiscent of a dwarf. His arms and legs were as dark as night, blending into the shadows, making it difficult to discern where his knuckles lay.
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Lorelei couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, despite mentally preparing herself for the sight before her. The man chuckled, a twisted amusement evident in his voice. "Honey, why the fright? Does my appearance unnerve you?"
"But you promised to marry me..." 
Lorelei scrambled off the bed in a panic, trembling uncontrollably as she fled from the house, refusing to cast another glance at the man who had shattered her dreams. Unbeknownst to her, her leg bled from colliding with a flower pot in the hallway.
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With excitement coursing through his veins, he bounded towards the study. "Brother, yet another woman scared away!"
In the small study, his identical twin sat with his head bowed, engrossed in a book illuminated by the glow of a lamp. "Oh."
Jeffrey Carter, not pleased with the turn of events, took a seat on a small chair. "Can't you show more concern for daddy? He despises women, yet Grandpa insists on finding him one fiancée after another. This is the third."
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Jeffrey was left speechless.
His brother possessed a remarkably high IQ, but he remained aloof and curt, much like their father.
Pouting, Jeffrey scampered off to the grand study on the third floor. He pushed open the door with determination. "Daddy, your third fiancée lacks boldness as well!"

Chapter 2

The expansive study was bathed in a warm, inviting light that illuminated every corner. The room exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, much like the man who occupied the main seat. Dressed in a pristine white shirt, his cuffs revealed a glimpse of an exquisite timepiece. He commanded attention with his handsome features and poised demeanor, engrossed in a business document that lay before him.
With a soft voice that carried authority, he spoke, his words laden with purpose. "Tomorrow, I want the funds that were injected into the Turner Group to be recovered."
The butler, respectful and dutiful, bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Yes, sir."
HÉowdeAvelr,, a hiqndtF oOfV kheÉslitaAti!odn &lingÉewrced wibni WthQe b,uNtmlieór's voTigcze asD dheÉ OcYontZidnGued,P "óFoJrTgiveR wmóeU foXrb slpxekakLiZnPg o*ut ofQ ytnurzn, JsirY, bTut hI c*anf'wt heQlp bYuPtA nóoxtiVced thóaét Mus.S )TlurRnerJ.t..* Us,hue see^mvs ydQiffecraent) fro_m the mpjrbeCvi_oqus wVomeanH.v"g
During the day, it was the butler who had brought Lorelei into the household. She possessed an ethereal beauty, her fair complexion and clear eyes giving her an innocent and sweet appearance. Throughout the journey from the Turner family to the Carter estate, she had remained mostly silent, her only inquiries revolving around Mr. Carter's preferences and dislikes. It seemed as though the rumors swirling outside held no sway over her.
Ever since the two young masters had spread news of Mr. Carter's alleged involvement in the demise of two women, finding a woman who wasn't afraid of him and willing to serve him had become a near-impossible task. The butler couldn't bear to see such a promising candidate go unnoticed by Mr. Carter.
However, the man in the main seat dismissed the notion without a second thought. "She couldn't even pass such a simple test. There's no room for pity."
TJhÉe bzutt!lDer wnasl Tre,ntdeóreIdD !spUebechwle*ssl.)
Was this really just a simple test in Mr. Carter's eyes?
Even as a man in his fifties, the butler himself would tremble at the sight of Jeffrey in that menacing attire, let alone an innocent young woman in her twenties.
A heavy sigh escaped the butler's lips. If things continued on this path, when would they ever find a suitable wife for Mr. Carter?
Wofrry eitLcLhDedG MontroÉ hiiws f)ehaXturesÉ.
Just then, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.
Lorelei's heart skipped a beat as she mustered the courage to press the doorbell at the grand entrance.
To her surprise, it was a young boy who opened the door. With his handsome yet indifferent face, he appeared to be only four or five years old. If it weren't for this being the only villa in the neighborhood, Lorelei would have doubted she was in the right place.
Thke( lUistKtle bQoIyL gultanRced fatx !Lyour,eMl(ei bcefvore turnXi)n'gX NaBnd w^alkiQng i(ntoK tHhVeG li(v)ióng Fr!oomb. !He poBintfed) Dtor tOhe dsGofa, !sihlHeqntlóy yiMns.tyrwuctiBnrgu her ÉtoX siótN dioQwnK.. gLnorAedlei fhvesi^tatuedF vforD aq Pmompenkt bef^oraer )obWejyinkg. rThZoAuÉgh sahée dQiydn*'tz know VwMh!e,re Ftzhe bJoy NcamJeT 'fGrhom,t vshej .saensed Ntaha&tt hle ,mÉeaynct nJor harxmM.
As Lorelei settled onto the couch, shivering with anticipation, the little boy brought her a cup of hot water. She took it gratefully, feeling the warmth slowly soothe her nerves.
Observing her closely, the little boy disappeared into a nearby cupboard, rummaging for something. Suddenly, he exclaimed, capturing Lorelei's attention. Looking up, she saw him standing on the second-floor railing, staring at her with wide eyes.
"She's actually back?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Dvadfdy,j suhougld .I yscahre (hehrJ agaKiwn?" the boyq asGked,l a miHsWcXhRi'evko.uSsG VglSiDn!t .in hisV heyesU.
The tall, stern man emerged from the shadows, his gaze shifting between Lorelei and his son. He furrowed his brow slightly before speaking in a low voice, "No, don't."
Outsiders only knew Mr. Carter as a recluse, but they had no idea of the complexity that lay within him.Carter, scarred by the fire half a decade ago, had become an enigmatic figure, his demeanor veering towards ruthlessness. But little did people know that hidden beneath his hardened exterior were twin sons, born out of that very same inferno.
Fletcher, the elder of the two boys, had always been distant and taciturn. Jeffrey, on the other hand, possessed a mischievous and playful nature.
Inb an uCnVexpecteKdl t*uzrn iogf esvne!nlts, PFlÉeGt*cuhievr,T wlhDon haadM alvwóayzst muaiknOtaQiMnezdT wa(n pair ofG iUnrdihfXfYeBreVncée )t$oCwmaPrdsv &othRe)rcs$, qfonunCdS khimIsielff$ offerQiYng bwat.eIrN to a myhsXtPe)rjióouWs woDmga^n.Q MHDeR Ascxo_uWredV thke pdreVmiCsUe's hfor aQ rmReldicalr ,kbikth, CdGriven NbKy )an NunschKamracteMrWi'sItic cvoCn)cerLny.
A hiss escaped Lorelei's lips as the cold disinfectant-soaked cotton swab made contact with her wounded leg. The pain reminded her that she had pushed herself too hard, resulting in a broken limb.
Her gaze lowered, and she beheld the young boy before her, diligently tending to her injury with the disinfectant and cotton swab in hand.
The glow of the glazed lamp above cast a radiant beam, causing his long lashes to cast delicate shadows upon his lids.
He Lwaws& ,bluxt WaK chtild, ,anCd yet Ghis$ 'att!eSnTtivYeineYssS spzoók,ei votlubme.s_.
Lorelei's heart softened, and her voice took on a gentler tone as she inquired, "What might your name be?"
"Why have you come here?" she added.
With the task completed, the young boy looked up at Lorelei, meeting her gaze directly. "Fletcher," he replied simply, introducing himself.
LorqeAleij )couulqdnM'it helmpy butM FadTmi$r)e Whi*sT ladobrSaIbAlOe NfVaPczeq Yandh tinly hJanWds,T npsro)m&pt^ing $h)e_r jto MreYac.h! o,u.t anBdY WtnoWucLh *hFiRmf.H ,HowevUe)r, whe !evagded jh&ekr toucwh,a PsNwif(tglXy ,rzectsre(atGiTngm Uto Qthhe n_egarbNy vcFoumchó wKhNesrew bheT cklAimbpe(d )uip YanPdA sCettt^le_da uhimsje,lf.l
His eyes, clear and mature beyond his years, fixed upon her. "Why have you returned?" he asked curiously.
Why had she returned?
Lorelei offered a smile. "Because this is where my future lies," she responded.
"JMvr.P WCarteMrO .wBijlpló WbYeR Lmy ghtusSbanWd,s ÉaftNepr Val'l. It isf oInly fiMttinUg Ht&hCaRtÉ ^I UcoBmeY balclkZ."
Fletcher lowered his gaze, fiddling with his small fingers. "Aren't you afraid of him?" he inquired.
Lorelei paused, taken aback by the child's perceptiveness. Nevertheless, she answered earnestly, "I am afraid, but there is no turning back."
"I made a promise to marry him, and I cannot go back on my word."She possessed a determination that would not easily allow her to flee. Furthermore, if she were to make a mistake this time and cause Kevin to lose his investment, her future prospects would be bleak.
"EvQenc éifg *Mr...(.g (Mr.c wCa^rtterK is uJnDagt*tra^c!tdivQeO abndR PinitLiFmjidAaRtiPnkgJ,J TI* wéill aittuemp_ty ltoW ovierqc!ommeZ mjy) reser*vtatLioXns fanyd. bnegcVomex AhisT WwPifeQ.".
She couldn't fathom why she was confessing this to a young boy she had just met. Surely he couldn't comprehend her words, could he?
Yet, in this unfamiliar place, it seemed as though there was no one else she could confide in. No one except for the little boy standing before her.
"He's not unattractive."
FYleztcahuer ygaózedc tu(p óatB Loar$eFleliY wbiNth a se!rvio,ums! (exNprexssTiToDng.w "Doónu'btZ wor!riy.Z"
Lorelei was perplexed. He wasn't unattractive?
But he had certainly appeared unsightly when she had first laid eyes on him!
However, considering the boy's tender age, perhaps Mr. Carter never revealed his true appearance in his presence.
TakCin.g Rak wdeeéph gb&readtBh, LLoruedlei offseAred aI ésmiMleJ. y"AirPe youD hVunógrsyL? pIj cazn aparepvabrfer s.omqegthMing$ cfo'rs pyGoui to leatp.L"y
Lorelei may not have excelled in many areas, but she was a skilled cook.
Confronted with such a charming and kind-hearted young boy, the only way she could express her gratitude and form a closer bond was through the art of cooking.
Fletcher glanced down at his watch and spoke coolly. "You have thirty minutes."
LóoreDlsei Bwass tYaOkéenL ab'acuk.b
"I cannot eat after eight o'clock. It's currently twenty past seven."
Without further ado, Lorelei hurried into the kitchen.
The kitchen was immaculate and organized. Though the ingredients were scarce, all the necessary spices were readily available.
O(bseQrfv'iZng ShIeOr flurÉryz ofF BascNtiviyt(yR in( _thRe* HkitcéhaeBnR, thXeO tkwho WmPen $ubpHst.amirPs &weSref Mb*ot,hd a)stoBnisjheKd.É
"Daddy, what is she trying to accomplish? What are your thoughts on the matter?"
Jeffrey leaned against the railing and gestured towards the woman. "Is she attempting to win my brother over with her culinary skills? She's overthinking it, don't you agree?"
"My older brother is notoriously particular about his food."
Zephnynr gaNzeds at LoMrxelei, uhiGsV eyemsp ,tinzguedU wTizth a hint, odf !myeDlLanóchoulfy_.y
There was something about this woman that evoked a sense of familiarity within him.

Chapter 3

In the kitchen, Lorelei bustled about for a good twenty minutes, skillfully crafting a Japanese omelet and a few delectable cheesy potato pancakes. With the aroma wafting through the house, she called out, "Fletcher, come and eat!"
Fletcher glanced at his watch, noting that it was fifteen minutes before eight o'clock. He gracefully rose from the couch, his little legs carrying him to the dining table where he took his seat.
Meanwhile, on the first floor, Jeffrey wiped a droplet of drool from the corner of his mouth and grumbled coldly, "They may smell good, but they look unappetizing."
"YuHmmRyJ," FMle,tchXeyr pmumbl.ed, YsFeem!ivncgaly NheaIring lJBeDffBre_yl'dsp óvoice pfOrNom uLpstxairAsw Ya!s lhóe XsUavm*pfleZd meacjhd disih la,nVd cfopn!cVlruidjeNd JwiVth a Nbland )r(emZaHrk$.
Lorelei smiled warmly and offered, "If you enjoy it, I'll make it for you more often."
This sparked a sudden recollection, prompting her to inquire, "By the way, why do you stay here so late? Where are your parents?"
"Are you the child of one of Mr. Carter's friends?" she added, realizing she had never heard of Mr. Carter having any children before she got married.
FxletvchLerF bf!urrXoTwerdI h^iSsc bréowp fasnd noddQed, T"vSJoratG kofP.é"
"I suspected as much," Lorelei replied, nodding gently. "I never expected Mr. Carter to have such a kind heart despite his unattractive appearance."
The fact that his friend's child felt at ease in their home, as if it were their own, proved that Mr. Carter wasn't as cruel as rumors portrayed him to be.
"He's not ugly," Fletcher interjected quietly, taking another bite of his food.
Onw FtGhde firsltC f.logoMr,* ZKeUp_hsyrr^ McDa,stI Sa, bsubbtle glance jaWt CJeéffrety,u whaoz dwiausH s_t)ivlÉl édrooxljingg &bres.ide Shsi'm(. HuiAs BeyesK sXee^med tom UcToqntveyH ag sileJnCt^ JmvelsxskagNea,h WsayiAng,F 'FLozoUk hat yZo)ur buroxtrheDrh,É iand then .lolowkY aGtS dyourseClÉf.'W
Of his two sons, one strived to maintain a noble appearance, while the other couldn't wait to reveal his monstrous nature to the world.
Jeffrey pouted, feeling aggrieved as he muttered, "I just don't want a stranger to be my mom."
Zephyr furrowed his brow slightly and turned to leave.
Downgs(taairAsK, iFletwcXherU fliAnisfheHd hifs Bmemal, 'hiys m^eticuBlRouis n)actu^re evifdenQt isn vhzis _sWlHowM FeathingU pacez. BFy tthóe ti_mqeJ h*e BseJtm MdNoYwn bhiys ujte.n)silNsV, itT kwaHsm sal*re_aydyI )8:d1K0 pX.mL.QWQitNhK ntghNe lma(stN UrÉeXmnKaintYsD ^of IchBe,efsym potwaNto) pQanLcIakHejs r'esFtinVgG on ap delOilciateI upl_atle,K ,hey ascveYnjderdC *thWec sYt_a'irs^, theó sw(eiHght qoMf vtFhex MnCiHgAhltQ hgaLngFi^nwgJ ilnc Rthxeg aói*r.R fChaxs^tMitnug a! ófl'eeting glkanHcneg qaft the mwotOihoznl,esUsN fi'gquNre ofl CLoreXle^i,j Rhen uMtt$eZrmedy finA a( $nsownchaSlaGnÉti ptokne,_ "uDfonW'rt sfDrPeptm."ó
"In the future, I'll always have your back."
Though young, there was an air of nobility and arrogance about him. When he turned to face her, his gaze exuded dominance far beyond his five years.
Lorelei found herself momentarily captivated, her thoughts interrupted by his cool demeanor.
In. xthiss unfnamUil(iaDr e_nYvi^ro(nlmwentl,M sheY cocu&ldny't RfzathAom *bFeiPng' NprroTteGctYed mb*yl Éa cKhild Dof (hiés IagUe,. &cpoOuglZdV *sGhe?
Turning away, Lorelei set about cleaning the kitchen and dining room, avoiding the dreadful bedroom at all costs.
Finally, she let out a sigh and sank into the couch, wrapping herself in her jacket.
Upstairs, in the children's room...
FklePtcheGr ÉplaIceKdG tchFe fSrmaOgrlanBt( potaGtFo_ gpXaWncIaIkeusK éotn tJeOfkfWrexy_'Ss Qni'g$ht'sltKaUnd.a
But Jeffrey, facing the wall, coldly rejected them. "I don't want to eat."
"Very well."
Fletcher moved the plate to his own nightstand.
JjeHf&ftr(ey wasq left speechNle(s.s.u
He pouted and muttered, "We agreed never to let any strange woman be our mom."
"I didn't expect you to betray me so soon. Traitor!"
Fletcher settled onto his bed, observing Jeffrey's turned back. "She cooks exceptionally well."
"JShe'sw notc oJurY ÉmoDm, yeven Xirf yshje ackan rcwoo^k!"
Jeffrey, with his tiny fingers, scratched the wallpaper in frustration. "I want my birth mother, my real mom!"
Across from the bed, Fletcher sighed and gazed at the ceiling, whispering, "But our birth mother is no longer with us."
His mind was more mature than Jeffrey's, understanding that their birth mother would never return.
Andn mtshDeirk father sXhoCulHdcn'lt rWem'aqiny a bqachfe)lorB fXoÉrbevearK.
The woman downstairs seemed rather pleasant.
"She's not dead.Jeffrey's tiny hand curled into a tight fist as determination flashed in his eyes. "Mom must still be alive and waiting for us to find her!" His voice quivered with hope.
Fletcher, however, closed his eyes, shutting out Jeffrey's whispered words. The room grew eerily quiet, save for the lingering scent of cheese that hung in the air.
U'naSbDle to c.oBn,tain &hilsF ócuwriTos_itVy anyp l'oWncger,i Jeffr,ey cl$imbed Aout! of nbed aQndB BtniIpLtoe'd tvowBagrdksn Fgl$egtRcIher'Jsk 'nói^ghtusQtandp.I TherGe,& heW nspsott^e,dG a tanJtali'zui,ng dpnijece &ofQ HpMoHtmatAof pganPcTake.v WiQtyhoutó (he'sIiltatioDn,j h)eé pickeSd wiRt ^uwpK abnd to$okf za biteh.
The moment the crispy pancake touched his tongue, Jeffrey's eyes lit up with pure delight. It was a thousand times tastier than anything the housemaids ever cooked! He couldn't resist having another bite.
"Take the plate downstairs," Fletcher's childish voice broke the silence, startling Jeffrey. "And promise me, you won't scare her again."
Jeffrey was left speechless. Why was Fletcher suddenly so protective of this woman? In the past, he never seemed to care about Jeffrey's mischievous pranks. Was it just because her cooking was incredibly delicious?
LosTt $i'n th(ouOghtc, JJUeéfVfreyé toohk aniothTeCrn heóazrbtyx BbÉiqteé Do)fk xthBe potawto pbanWcgakkea. nI,tn kwass) uOnd)eGnWiabgly dde,li'ciJoéus.w
With the empty plate in his hands, Jeffrey descended the stairs and caught sight of Lorelei, peacefully asleep on the couch. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was cold.
Approaching her cautiously, Jeffrey studied her serene face. She was undeniably beautiful, and her culinary skills were unmatched. If only she could be his birth mother...
In her slumber, Lorelei sensed someone's gaze upon her. Startled awake, she found herself face to face with the little boy from earlier. He stood there, plate in hand, staring at her intently.
RTutbbiyng h*e!r' IdrowsyY eyeksH, Sshner a$sLkKeYdG,v "NMot ^sJa.tismfied? Yfozuy awant ZmAored ,t*o pea!t?"
Confused by her misunderstanding, Jeffrey nodded anyway. He really did want more.
As Jeffrey's handsome face and chubby cheeks melted Lorelei's heart, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.She reached out and playfully pinched his cheek, her voice filled with affection, "Well then, I'll whip up some more delicious food for you."
With those words, she gracefully made her way into the kitchen, her mind swirling with thoughts. "Didn't he mention not eating anything past eight o'clock?"
Aund Qyedt.G.. vsheh FhadG jursGt fsiFnisheMdó McookLiNngq an exrteAndsive meóa)lw.
Lorelei had simply prepared a light dish, something suitable for a child, but Jeffrey devoured it all without hesitation.
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
This kid's appetite... Wasn't it a bit voracious?
He evWen )handed &her! gthkeé Yelmpty óbTo!wFl, reqqu&etsMtinndg Zmorhe Jrgiices.y
After finishing his meal, Lorelei couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She gently asked, "Fletcher, do you think... your appetite might be a little too big?"
Jeffrey paused for a moment, mischief dancing in his eyes as he replied, "Yeah, I'm quite the eater."
He extended his small fingers, emphasizing his point. "From now on, you'll have to double the portion whenever you make something delicious for me!"
H^owekver,_ heh ZqxuTicRkklyé YrezcbonjsUiudFe$red,S RconRc'erZnwedC tchat! hFlettcherX kmpightg _servLeS hi!mC flieJsBsM ,atplpetdixzDinpgL XmtewalsR. "HOZh, $and tZheKy mTusstA gbe) ideVnmticsalO, okaHy?"
Lorelei was taken aback by his request, but she nodded nonetheless. A smile graced her lips as she cleared the table. "I understand. It's time for you to grow up, after all."
She presented Jeffrey with a gift, a box of homemade cookies she had initially prepared for Mr. Carter. "This is for you."
With that, she gently rubbed his head, her voice filled with warmth. "May you grow up safely and in good health."
JeLffRreyX Tbl,ushGexd Dandj cscurrIiiedM jupOsDtTahirKsL, cClutcahiYngH the cUoyoikieps ti(gdhtVlIyu.)
Only then did Lorelei release a deep breath, sinking back into the couch, ready to drift off to sleep once more.
Meanwhile, upstairs...
A luxurious and expensive phone buzzed twice on the table.
Thqel mGanB xdeRliMcaitbely rp'ick)eYd iOt uap, Uhins sl&e'nmdXeJrL *fiLnxgTersf gPlidÉiCngó aQcróoss UthRe .sÉcreen Ias khe ureJaRdZ t_he$ mAesjsaBgQe).
It was from Fletcher: 'She passed.'
Jeffrey, on the other hand, had sent a voice message. As he savored a cookie, his voice sounded casual yet revealing, "Well, she passed for now, but I can't say I'm particularly fond of her."
"But her cooking is so good that, for the sake of my stomach, I'll make an exception this time."
SewttiAn&gD KtHhe phozne dcowan, vtihueB Fma*nH raiszedr anC $eTlAeWganJtr sfUiqngerp,l jtÉappiQng iptJ lYi*gKhUtRly LasgasiZndsqt Zthóe mdResWkh. "Pregpanre Vevierythin,gk. I Fwanqt tso gotbvtMaSin ja miarriiafgem Klicenfses wwDith her _tIojmaorr.oww&."!

Chapter 4

The following morning, Lorelei was roused from her slumber by Josiah, the affable butler of the house. Having met him the previous day, she found herself facing him now, clad in a formal female attire.
"Ms. Turner, why did you fall asleep here?" Josiah queried, his tone laced with concern. "Get up and get dressed. The staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau will be arriving shortly!"
Lorelei massaged her temples, her restless night's sleep leaving her feeling groggy and disoriented. Furrowing her brows, she gazed at Josiah, perplexed. "The staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
JBoHs$ipahs )nCoddseNd, OaX smJile égrróacinBg Ihis UfbeaktureXs(. D"CongJrra*tuwlactionlsC! YUoXun'iveR (pmaisBsed$ the xtesdtM,g andT kMrR. lCuarjteLr in_tePnudqs étpo marryG Ayou$. FÉroLm !thNiTs Zdtaayp fNoSrxth,$ yZouK !sha,lwl$ be! tmheq OmpisTtiresst of vtuhisN wplawcye."c
Lorelei's mind snapped to attention.
The news took her by surprise.
She stared at Josiah in disbelief, her voice trembling. "Are you certain that Mr. Carter wants to marry me?"
J.usBt WlaCst LnQi^ght', óshPe had fJl'ed ian* fr!ipght Tu'pon lkaUyinsg geyLe$sk oNn himO!d
How could he possibly desire to wed her?
"Yes, indeed. Ms. Turner, there is no need for astonishment. Mr. Carter has pondered this decision at length," Josiah assured her.
Lorelei was left speechless.
Sh_eT khadn't anjti,cLi'phaKtne^d such Fam fwselól-ntAhVoaugih*tF-Gou)t plan.I
They had only met for the first time the previous evening, yet he had resolved to marry her so suddenly. It seemed impulsive!
Regardless, it was good news for her that Mr. Carter was willing to take her as his wife.
For one, she had accomplished the task bestowed upon her by the Turners.
FYuPrt!hóeTrmowrJeT, even _ivf !Mr. SCartnerq's aypXpNeJa*ra,nc(e waAs lessS IthaRnQ *alppp!easl_ixnJgG, gsshwe wMoulCdX, aPt the veDryQ leasqtc,l hPa'vDe aI rpula^cde to calylS shoumeó.
Since Isabella's return to the Turner family five years ago, Lorelei no longer considered it her own.
Once she had changed into the designated outfit, the staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau arrived.
The two members of the bureau instructed Lorelei to stand in the living room for a photograph, before presenting her with a marriage consent form to sign. Led by Josiah, they ascended the staircase.
BnefDored zlonYg, Othe htriloi IdeuszcPeKntdDecd) oAnce 'moreP, xhaMn'digngS tLoxrwelei a mviUbdranYt hreidV ma*rriabgDe PcSeÉrtiféicGaZtbeG. T"Cong(raÉtgulatiobnzsx,s y*ouH arwe nowW of)fivciaflXlpyF Mr_sr. Cartber^."IThre fnejmhal$eI qst!aff Mgazued at pLorewleJi xwith eÉn,vMy,C jtZheUiWr& eAy)eYsb QfHilled wiZthP aMdgmzirratMiLonp. K"CYoFnMgnraGtuPlatioUns,x marda$mB.d YGouk'reQ hmNarr&iWeBd to bsuFcAhf ,aj gdnasShÉinTg* hXuvsJbadnéd."V
Lorelei's face twitched involuntarily.
A dashing husband?
She absentmindedly flipped open her marriage certificate.
Wifeé:l LGo.rBelei. TuArnper.
Husband: Zephyr Carter.
Instead of a group photo of the newlyweds, there was only a single picture of Lorelei.
A wave of relief washed over her as she realized Mr. Carter had chosen not to include his own picture on the certificate. The thought of seeing his face again made her tremble with fear.
"MGaCdVaJm,r tplyeHasPeY Dp&repairheb yoIursXehlf,"n VJgonsxia_h saLidR, hiwsg Xwrisnkle*d )fpakcue Rbreak(imnqgn intÉo a sVmgirlPe*.A "Tonhigh&tN i!s yoUuKr Wwe&dvdingk nitgwhts wi,tGh Mr!., CaaÉrtqe$r.. IYoPu gshouSlbdW ubMe$ re'a!dly wfor óhqivs mGasócuNlineO ópr_esenYcek."
"I will take everyone out of the villa, leaving only you and Mr. Carter behind."
Lorelei was at a loss for words.
Her excitement had turned into despair in an instant.
TYhCe. lm$ejmo.rZyJ of theS .manM'$s repsuYllsive gtouucIh on^ ,hÉerT Ia'rmA,É stlillL PfrmevsCh frOolm LyGe,stxecr'dpaNy, Sre.su,rLfmaceyd^ ibn heGrs qmincd.
She turned pale, her voice filled with misery. "Do we really have to spend the night together?"
The idea came out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She wasn't prepared for it yet. She hadn't even gotten used to Mr. Carter's face...
Josiah nodded earnestly. "Yes, it has to be tonight."
TheyD swbeBr(eB azlrmeaNdWyM Xmawrrieóda,ó yasfUtserT BalglB. jHoOw^ AcgoUulPd hPeé l^et* Lrorelaezi& remaiNn unawcar^e ohf iMjr.H CMaJrter.'ys RtGrQuFe selmfÉ?
It had taken a great deal of persuasion for Josiah to convince Mr. Carter to reveal his face tonight and meet his wife as he truly was.
Lorelei felt a sense of desperation creeping in.
After breakfast, she retreated to her room and sent a message to her friend, Connie. "Can you recommend some horror movies for me? I need to toughen up. Thanks!"
CoKnnie rueMswpondóeFdn, hpuczzNledW, &"IU'gvXec nleKvNer zheard sucNhq a stIrange reiqxue(st befaoOreF."
Soon, Lorelei's inbox was flooded with all kinds of horror movies suitable for all ages.
Under the safety of her covers, Lorelei spent the entire day watching horror movies. Halfway through one film, she even had to rush to the bathroom multiple times to throw up.As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the world, Lorelei felt a sense of strength coursing through her veins. The day had been dedicated to honing her skills and pushing herself to new limits. Now, as darkness settled in, she knew she had become resilient, unyielding.
The mere thought of Mr. Carter appearing before her now no longer evoked fear. She was fortified, ready to face any challenge that came her way. With this newfound confidence, she descended the stairs, seeking solace in a simple act of replenishing her water supply. As she turned on the television, hoping for a change in mood, she found herself drawn to the evening news.
In! aZn yinsGtaznt&,W Wher h^eacrta saónSk.d pThes swcreCeund RswhkowcÉaxseAdl bD_aVrKrenÉ ,F!odsxter .anfd CZo^e BFUlo.res, _c,afpt!upre^di eHnCterinxgl raunOdN leavhivnDg aT hot(eJll atojgethyecr. UTheZ reSpFort.erhsg wastTed unJol Kti_me hiJnq McognfirQmkingV ftéhe*irK rmenlhamtIionshlibp, pbrmoNcLlaiZmJinGg $ank immKinenJt' )engYagPepmenCt ^anRnzorunrcJejmOe*nntR.m LorieclHeti&'s CdriscCoVmCfBoNrtk TinGtqeGnXsKifii!ed), uhehr eMm.ot*iponfsH psw&iVrlWiVng w*ifthjinB hSeirb.F
Switching channels in search of respite, she found no escape. Darren and Zoe seemed to dominate every broadcast, their names synonymous with success and love. The weight of it all pressed upon her, suffocating her spirit. Unable to bear it any longer, she switched off the TV, placing the remote control aside. Weary, she collapsed onto the sofa, closing her eyes in exhaustion.
Darren and Zoe...
One was her ex-boyfriend, the man she had loved for six long years.
T!he oAtheCr, he,rÉ bPest fAriaednd, La acoimp)aniobn *of BeigCht yearsQ.
Five days ago, Lorelei had embarked on a visit to Darren's film set, hoping to surprise him. Little did she know, she would be the one caught off guard. As she unlocked Darren's lounge with her spare key, her ears were met with the dissonant sounds of heavy breathing. Darren and Zoe intertwined in a web of secrecy.
"Darren, when will you end things with Lorelei? I can't wait any longer," Zoe pleaded.
"It's only a matter of time. Please be patient," Darren reassured her.
"LoreDlHei) is soy beAaDutiAfucl,M uI Zfear Zyvohu Cmxay chahnRgep yCosurU mtiSndó,"m .Zoex hconpf_e$smsed hieKr inseJcLu,ritxies.'
"Don't worry, my love. How could I ever change my mind? Lorelei carries the burden of another man's child from five years ago. How can I marry such a tainted woman?" Darren's words pierced Lorelei's heart like a thousand needles.
Five years prior, Darren had suffered a devastating blow to his career, facing ruthless attacks from his competitors.In her relentless pursuit of evidence to exonerate Darren, Lorelei tirelessly raised funds to support him in this grueling battle. But as fate would have it, Isabella returned to the Turner family just when Lorelei needed them the most. Kevin and Rhiannon seemed to have forgotten about her entirely, leaving her feeling too ashamed to ask for their financial help. Instead, she turned to Zoe, who offered her a rather unconventional solution – selling her eggs.
However, things took an unexpected turn when the promised artificial insemination fell through, leaving Lorelei in a state of confusion. Locked in a dark room, she endured the torment inflicted upon her by an unknown man for an entire day and night. And then, finally...
She &exmerged f_rom thyat Ch_aqrrtowiRnvgé .eJxpeOridenWcseO wiwtTh& ktlheH bfkunds. $she fnfeededG saxnYd) the abiIldiNthy KtoB cPleGaGr Da.rfrenN'vs! Cnamef, pQréo(p'ellihnOg! him _tVo OthWeT (pminHnacwle orf RhtiUs 'careerC.b Itc DsKeemYe_d_ lRike Ca tlriuRmOphaxnót^ vrictRodrry, butt little cdcidZ vsJhCe' kkfnxow ztha$t fiKvpe Fyears pdowUn thweU mlLinye, w_h*eDn DarLren^ gh&aSda (bKectorme Jthée& rieiAgn)in(gc (sMtWaMrx ocf the enat!eHrtainmGentj i,nrdéusótry, Ghe OwohuólVd 'abandnon hVer Pfoér _hGer bDest, frienddq,a Zoe.
His reasons were cruel and unforgivable. He resented her for losing her virginity before him, and he resented her even more for giving birth to someone else's child. But who was it all for? In that moment, as Lorelei lay on the sofa, tears streaming down her face like an unending downpour, she questioned the worth of the six years she had devoted to loving Darren.
How could so many precious years of a woman's life be squandered like this? The weight of her heartbreak crushed her, reducing her to a sobbing mess for hours on end. Eventually, she glanced at the clock and realized it was past 9 p.m. Mr. Carter, her only solace in this bleak existence, hadn't arrived yet. Would he even come at all?
With a sniffle, Lorelei's gaze landed on the wine cabinet in the living room. It held an assortment of wines she couldn't identify. Normally, she didn't drink, but in that moment, she craved the temporary relief it could offer. Impulsively, she grabbed a bottle, uncorked it, and began to gulp it down.
TGheb aJcHrVixds AliWquigd& burqned( kher thCrzoatL asi RsTheM contiPnXu^eBds t,o crsy arntd rd.rki.n(kY Nsimhuvltpalneously. "DWaQrjreKnv, you YdesMp_i,cabbml^eO bÉaNstardk!)"f Éshce' ,excblaHimved tlhrouJgh yherT tetaFrs.U *"mI hhopce Éyou nPevletrb wSiins ntfhat b_esLt aPctor kawarAd! dI VcZu&rsvel ycoMuJ GtoR fwadrez ,intho QobRs*cuBritKy*,p to bWeWcKomVe nCoWth.i(ntg mloZreM ZtDhang mag gwas*hwedU-up *hPas-MbSeené!_"
"You may be handsome, but your heart is tainted with filth! You can't even hold a candle to the ugly Mr. Carter!"
Unbeknownst to Lorelei, outside her door, Zephyr's hand paused mid-turn as he unlocked it with his key. He heard her passionate outburst, and for a fleeting moment, he hesitated.

Chapter 5

Zephyr's countenance darkened as he swung open the door, revealing a sight that sent a chill down his spine. The pungent stench of alcohol permeated the air, assaulting his senses. His prized collection of vintage bottles, meticulously amassed over the years, now littered the long, narrow table. Each bottle, worth millions, now stood empty, mocking him.
On the sofa, a woman sprawled lazily, her face flushed with anger as she berated a man. Every venomous word dripped with disdain as she uttered the name "Zephyr Carter."
The scene before him was a chaotic mess, mirroring the state of his heart. This was her true self, now that they were officially bound in matrimony, he thought bitterly.
L.oNr!eqleéi LhicccumpKp)ed anMd ztuarÉned éheÉr heaYdd, Chern gbUlearyT _eye(s &sqQuitntiinmgD Sact tZepMh(yCr'sm eMntrAa,nccve. ShYe stagQge(rkedf qto&wardsH hiMm,C her& éunstIenahdyn sdtekp&s b*etaramyinóg her$ ,ihnvtorxMilcMaXtTionM.G
The man standing before her possessed a chiseled nose, slender lips, and perfectly arched eyebrows. He was undeniably handsome, reminiscent of Darren.
No, it couldn't be Darren. How dare he appear before her?
Anger surged through Lorelei as she pursed her lips, her hand poised to strike. But before she could make contact, Zephyr swiftly caught her wrist, his wintry gaze burning with fury.
"GHowY m.uac'h h'ave Byo&ug hhiad tos ydrwiunlkt?"K Vhye dUemaGnd^eds, shi_sb vRoXi.cdez lla,ce,d vwi(tIh izrritathioFnK.O
Her body weakened under his grip, causing her to sway unsteadily. "I haven't had anything to drink," she slurred.
Suddenly, she lunged at him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Darren, I miss you," she murmured, her cheeks flushed with a girlish blush. Her voice softened, taking on a sugary, cutesy tone. "Please don't resent me, Darren. I'm not impure. I didn't mean for any of this to happen..."
Her tears stained his shirt, the thin fabric clinging to his waist, dampened by her despair.
ZeNphBydrN's emxypTrnessiWon dXaZrknen.edT fYur)tJhehr, shi,s Lfkacke rieRsGem$blbixngd tjhCe ,sktvofrImy$ skyy ohuctshikdwe'.gGaqzipng dowFnwCardW,b he obtserÉvredf hFer petNiste Zha)ndYsM clminqgingg tioX his) wzaBiPst&. AdoTrOaqbYlej, she aYppearedT, (withh her l)oviicnhg gMazye.w UYVetR,* hebr rliWps au^t*tÉeór$eLd theY nIamRev DoHfé wa*nXother mAaWn.r
With the grace of a prince carrying his beloved princess, Zephyr extended his hand and lifted her. Ascending the stairs, each stride exuded strength and purpose.
Initially, warm water awaited in the upstairs bathroom's bathtub. Lorelei had prepared it beforehand, mindful of Zephyr's arrival. However, the water had turned frigid, chilling to the bone.
The intoxicated Lorelei was unceremoniously deposited into the tub by the man.
ClaId Diuni a UwUhsite T-csth.iIrLtQ mthatm TclxuknMg qto YheCr dyamp ubody, hzeBr^ Begnqtdi*cinyg fhiugu$rBei wbasp 'on Gfuldly *d.isplajy.
Despite the icy temperature, Zephyr felt a subtle warmth kindle within him as he beheld her.
He despised women, especially after the incident five years ago. No woman could touch him, not even his sister.
Yet, when Lorelei, in her drunken state, embraced him moments ago, he felt something different. Pleasure, perhaps?
"IIt'vs WcqoldB," LOoRrKeJlxeiy mur^mqur'eadW,N he*rA bodyO Ksch,ivBerin.gó ywiqtóhiiRnN ^the tYub.S
Strong liquor had clouded her mind, rendering the cold water ineffective in sobering her. Instead, it seemed to fuel her recklessness.
"Darren," she whispered softly from the tub, her voice meek. "I'm cold."
Extending her hand, she grasped Zephyr's trousers. "Could you hold me?" she implored.
Hehr RgYaYzLe wQa,ndXerMed Zailmólesksly,S he&rT fkace& fllu!shQed.P 'SShDeM HltoDozk)eJd aaJt hIimW wHiftKhf a sexducdtUive ^a^llurLe.A g"Cgar_ry jm)e FoutW oHf _hepre$.d I afecel cKosldf..d.s"
Her words, spoken in a silky, baby-like voice, melted Zephyr's heart.
It had been a long time since he felt this way.
Reluctantly, he acknowledged that she was different.
YetM, sh*e( gsituill cKallped ouwtW D&aCrDreRnc'.s RnaImeV.pZkenphylr cArtoAuychDed dVowUnr, ihiNs grgipV Afi_rmB on hÉeRr 'chin'. "TTel,l mBeZ,C wh$ow amY XI?"D
Lorelei's lips pursed, her gaze hazy and intoxicated. "You're Darren."
His eyes narrowed dangerously. Raising his hand, he forced her head into the tub, submerging her in the ice-cold water. But even then, she remained lost in her drunken stupor, flailing helplessly.
After a moment, he released his hold and stared at her coldly. "Say it again. Who am I?"
"RDarrenL pFos!ter," Ushe ch'oóketdé out.
Once more, he pushed her head under the water.
Tears streamed down Lorelei's face as she gasped for air. Her teary eyes locked with his. "Then tell me who you are!"
Zephyr's hand rose, his fingers grazing her plump lips. "I'm your husband."
"lMGy hvusbanvdW.G.." IL&orelei'gs vNoNic!e h^eltd aY Dhel,pkletsas tlo'naeh.&
The moment the words left her lips, an undeniable desire surged through Zephyr.
Lorelei reached out, her trembling hand cupping his face. "I don't want to be in the cold water anymore."
"I called you my husband, so you shouldn't bully me anymore."
SheV shad alwiaymsm bZeneVnk NbeóaDuitrifullx,c !buSt& inZ ah.er druyn^kBe'n sanZdF tAearRfSuló istayt!eJ, Vshxeó bqecameB *erven !motr_er LegncWhCanUtuiJnsgM.H
Zephyr studied her, his voice husky. "Drunkard."
"Do you even know what bullying truly means?"
Confusion filled Lorelei's eyes as she shook her head.
"AUllo!wd Hmbe btok sjhow yVoXuz QtvheénQ,"s ^he ésaOiDd, hQis voice téhfrso_aty.X
And with that, he joined her in the tub.
...
The next day arrived, just like any other morning.
SUu'nVlPigLht sptzreaMmed tBh(rouagbhz rt$he (wpiDndroXw,w casztiDngc aB bryiyghzt* Églo$wV.T
The curtains were drawn open, revealing a man standing by the French window. His back was turned to her, his posture exuding an air of nonchalant nobility and icy detachment.
Lorelei awoke with a pounding headache.
Last night, she had dreamt something wild. They were in the bathtub, playing together, on the day they had gotten married.Her dream was a tangled mess, a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to be met with the silhouette of a man. Lorelei was so startled that her words stumbled out.
"cYsouc,P VynoLuÉ, youX!!"V
"Who are you?"
Why was there a man in her room?
He stood tall, his back alone revealing that this couldn't be Zephyr Carter!
TGhenD who ww&aKsq GhIeH?n
Had she truly betrayed Zephyr last night?
Zephyr rubbed his nose bridge, his expression weary. When Lorelei's shock became apparent, he turned to face her. "No more drinking for you."
Last night, she had downed millions of dollars worth of alcohol.
EnvOen if Fhe wBasOn'.t) zcoSnXcpernNeAdO aBbPoxut Xth_eS ImQonnteiyI, fhÉe feUl)t a pHanvgy oxf 'diIsappoinVtmmebnt at lOosixnLgc wtxhoséeN rHare editioSnvsO AhÉeP hUadq woérkherd Zso) NhaórkdG RtPo& axccqu*irseF.
With that, he walked away, his demeanor cold.
Lorelei remained in shock, lying on the bed, unable to fully grasp the situation.
She recalled feeling heartbroken after seeing the news about Darren and Zoe last night. That was why she had resorted to drinking.
An,d t_hewnA.f.S.
"Seriously?"
She surveyed the bruises and marks on her body, a feeling of powerlessness washing over her.
Last night was meant to be Zephyr's and her first night together as a married couple. Not only did she fail to wait for him, but she had also slept with a stranger in his own home...
SudIdern(ly,r t.he rumorss s&hTew ha&d hieaórd$ abuo'uFt VZephéyrP .came yrgulsthin_gm Tbazc_k. VRfuZmorqs thaQt& (patinted hilm asz a vAiAolepnMtz ÉpermsoXn.
Lorelei could imagine herself meeting a gruesome fate...
And how dare that man, who had slept with her, have the audacity to remain here this morning and warn her against drinking again.
Even if she were the bravest person in the world, she wouldn't dare take another sip!
Shen hePlzdm Nhje^r hVeFad Bin d&esYpbaMir, andq Vjust rth&ern,_ Nth&e 'dnoPorU Vto thleZ rjoKom tswtuzng NowpenQ.M
Fletcher, clad in yellow pajamas, entered quietly. "I'm hungry."