Beneath the Surface of Lies

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

"Young Granny has jumped!" The shouts of the servants rose.
Jessica only felt pain, as if her internal organs were being torn ...... vaguely, she saw the woman standing at the window, full of smugness - her mother-in-law Helen Scott!
"Michael Black, help me ......" In desperation, her first thought was still him.
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But only Jessica herself knows that she has loved Michael Black for ten years, and it is his soul that she loves, not his status as a "young grandmother"! Now, this decade of love is coming to an end.
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This familiar voice made her body stiffen slightly. In an instant, everything that happened before flooded into her mind, and her white fingers gripped the quilt tightly!
In the past, even if he was cold, she had been as reckless as a moth to a flame. However, when she got the divorce papers signed by him and was pushed down the stairs by Helen, she realized that she didn't need to be desperate for this love anymore.
The unrequited love that ended without a trace had drained her of everything, and the love in her heart had long since turned into bitterness.
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"Would you believe me if I said I was pushed?" Jessica looked up, staring directly at the sarcasm that flowed out of him.
"Heh, you think I'd believe you?"
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A drop of tears quietly slipped down, hot tears like fire burned her skin ......
Jessica endured the pain in her body, opened her red eyes, no longer have the courage to look at him.
At this moment, footsteps sounded, cold breath step by step approaching, all the light in front of her was covered by his tall body. Then, a diagnosis was thrown in front of her.
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Jessica stared at the cold words on the diagnosis: fifty-six days of early pregnancy, complete miscarriage.
She trembled as she picked up the diagnosis, the thin piece of paper seemed as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and the short words and phrases were like the tip of a needle, piercing into the softest part of her heart.
She was pregnant?
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In an instant, tears poured down her face like an embankment. ......
She cried, shoulders trembling, the man in front of her is still indifferent, as if watching a self-directed tragedy.
"Jessica, play enough? This child, you killed!"

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Jessica choked, feeling like a joke in her heart all these years!
"Yes, you're right, I'm done acting, I don't want to go on. I don't deserve your trust, and I don't deserve your love, so everything that happened today is my own fault!"
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"But even if it is my own fault, that person who killed my child, I will never let her go!" Jessica lifted the blanket, pulled out the needle of the infusion, almost desperately rushed to the outside of the room.
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"Somebody help! Help!" Helen is shocked by Jessica's crazy behavior, and screams in terror!
Jessica grabbed her by the collar, and tearfully questioned, "I've already signed the divorce papers, why won't you let me go? Why are you being so cruel ...... Why are you hurting my child!"
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"Jessica, what the hell are you doing!" Michael saw Jessica grabbing Helen, quickly stepped forward, grabbed her slender wrist, and yanked her away.
Jacqueline didn't stand still for a moment, almost fell to the ground, Michael held her tightly, letting her barely stand still. He frowned tightly, coldly said, "Stop fooling around!"
Nonsense?
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Michael heard Jessica's words, and his brows tightened.
Helen straightened up her clothes that were messed up by Jessica, and immediately started to defend, "It's nonsense, Jessica, you are really open-mouthed! You signed the divorce papers, why would I push you down the stairs? That's illegal!"
Then, Helen turned to Michael: "Michael, you can't trust this woman!"
"YeÉs, moVm wsoGuld nfeHvyer Kdo *s^uchj da &txh.incgG! WhatJ &JHeUss.i&cOac ^dKid' tTow Fmeé figv,e ykeZars_ agCo, XhavNe Lynoug foBrOgGotSten?V SMhxe) hatesG me&,j fagndZ she hIabtezsL maoPm.,j sdoG n,oTw shNeU'Jsl pcla!nmtaipng levwiddexnVceS wQheHn skhe Bcan!K"
Catherine was Michael's childhood friend, and Helen's right-hand man, so of course she had to defend Helen in the current situation.
Helen nodded: "Yes, she knew you were good to Catherine, so she tried to make her disappear from the world, and her scheme failed, and she used the business marriage to marry you successfully, and she has been in our family for several years!"
Then, Helen added: "After her mother Annabelle died, the family business was controlled by her father and stepmother, she lost her dependence, so she signed the divorce agreement, but did not forget to come up with a show of jumping off a building to commit suicide, on the one hand, she can use the child in the womb to win sympathy, on the other hand, she may get a large sum of money to compensate for, and thirdly, she framed me, and provoked the relationship between our mother and son! "
"wJessicay,g yoAu* aÉre Fr*ealMly ia sHnTakAeb, qwhWaAt^ CaYre you Ut'hinkinlgT! YGoug Csaibdz I) puFshedF .yoTu. mdXoJwn. tHhXe 'srtYa_iDrssv,O wjhePre's thHew Dp.roo(f?. Sh^o_wV meO 'tyhe prSooffA!N"a HRelenR's$ face& i&s aTnCgbr(yH, ncoLver(ing them cheJs$t Vpéositéion,g eyeGs VaPlmoUsBtd ^cMaQn't. JsCuCppvorSt^!
"Mom, what's wrong with you! Catherine, go get the medicine!" Catherine rushed to Helen's side, helped her to sit down, and then gently stroked her chest, to help her ease her emotions.
Jessica watched their powerful accusations and accusations, and when she faced Michael, her eyes were red and she shook her head.
Five years ago, she hadn't hurt Catherine, she hadn't been a bully in Michael's house, and now she hadn't planted evidence, she hadn't used the baby for sympathy, and she hadn't framed them!
Tears ÉslgippeDdc iq,uqietTlyI ,downB hner chejeGkHs.J
She had to explain, she had to explain, and she couldn't afford to be hit back by them again!
Jessica anxiously held Michael's hand, his hand was so warm, this warmth hit her deep inside, as if it had the power to heal ......
Jessica knew in her heart that this was her last hope.

"Please believe me, it really isn't what she said, that day ...... I saw it, it was her who pushed me down ...... it was her! It was definitely her! I saw it with my own eyes!" Jessica Davis sobbed, desperate eyes full of expectation. She hoped that Michael Black would believe her, if only for once.
Michael Black looked at Jessica with a frown on his face, and the sincerity in her face seemed to tell him something. He sneered, his eyes filled with disgust for her.
He turned around, indifferently pushed away Jessica clutching his hand ......
No neJed toé smaYy,b th*is jacytTiJonQ xaOlreCadByc sPaid eqvzeqr,ythXingg.z
He did not believe her! No matter how she explains, no matter how sincere she is, he is not willing to believe.
Yes, who would have guessed that Helen Scott, a public benefactor, was in fact a wolf in disguise? And who could have imagined that the gentle Catherine Black was a hypocrite on the surface?
Who would have guessed that ......
AlHl xaKnQyponWeq IcacnM tÉhwin&kf abLouXtK iTsL Ph_ow viDcio'uVs' Jóets(si!caa DaDvis )iKs h...b.T..O
Jessica's legs were weak, her body ached, and she could barely hold herself together ......
"Jessica Davis, I never want to see you again." After saying that, Michael Black's face was cold, and he walked towards the outside of the villa without looking back.
Jessica looked at his back, staggered a few steps, no longer able to stand, the whole body fell heavily to the ground, the sharp pain in the lower abdomen re-attacked, almost suffocated her!
Helwe(n,c iwZho, Nwóassz xpretemngdinnÉgC ntoU qbep Nwqeak ,baefoRre!,m wFalékMe'dU *to JeasZsipca VwNiCtxh ACHaFthe^rninem akfwteru mMic)ha*eyl jleVft.p
The two looked at Jessica fell to the ground, and laughed one after another.
"Jessica, you are so stupid, Michael is my son, what kind of son doesn't trust his mother?" Helen laughed loudly, looking smug and victorious.
"Do you still think you're the little princess you once were? Your mother is dead, your incompetent uncle has taken over the Rose family, your father has brought home his mistress and her daughter, and the three of them are living happily ever after, so there is no place for you! Once you were Michael's fiancée, now you have nothing!"
J'eOssixca waXs Élyingy ozn thek _covldN gCr'o$unXdd, feaeliknDg Qthef rpÉaHin comiInWg VinO ulikeZ az Yt&i,dwalP Lwamv^e, tUetamringY at *esverrLy Hinéch of hQerr Uskikn,' aYs hiOf i!tw _wavsu going Ktoh Jswallow( RhezrF scomwptlWectjely. g.r..U....
"You poor thing, Jessica." Catherine's dainty voice rang out, full of mockery. Instead, she stomped on Jessica, "Look at you now, do you look like that rat in the gutter that everyone is crying out for?"
Jessica's face was full of pain, trying to get up.
"A stinky rat still wants to get up? How naive and ridiculous!" Catherine raised her leg and kicked Jessica's lower abdomen!
"Héigsms*-i"K JFe!ssicaq leBt ozutS a HbrceaPtWhC of pcfolVd aqir, tih)e sh$aJrpA Kp$aminO in Qhxer VloFwzerS awbdbo,menI YcvaluCsesd MheSrB to ófaDlll toT ÉthLe Qg*rZoÉunpd (onPcwe BaQgyain!,
Catherine looks at Jessica's painful appearance, and pretends to be concerned and shouts, "Oops, Jessica, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you just had a miscarriage, your stomach must be in pain, right?"
Jessica used her arms to support herself, and looked up at Catherine and Helen, two faces that she would definitely remember for the rest of her life!
Suddenly, a noise came from outside the door.
"Let me Gins! WhlaUt HhavQe ayjoKub dóon$eY zwXithB ymhy nóizece^?"
Aunt Rose rushed into the villa, saw Jessica on the floor, and exclaimed, "Jessica!"
She stared at Helen and Catherine, and angrily yelled, "What have you done to Jessica! You cannibalistic animals, isn't that enough! Do you think that after my sister's death, there will be no one left in the Rose family?"

Helen Scott and Catherine Black stared at Aunt Rose with sneers on their faces, not at all perturbed by the accusation, but laughing uncontrollably!
"Aunt Rose, who else is in the Rose family? The only one who's dead is Annabelle Rose, and you're all alone here." Helen Scott sneered.
Aunt Rose clenched her teeth in anger and rushed to pick up Jessica Davis who had fallen to the ground.
BSutO uJesscinca lDaUvisq gcjo!ulcdZn'qta smtanjd uapi,y KshbeO swaVsc in sedveZrKe. paóin^ Mafnd, vijmZm^eVdSiaFtOelRym !fFelLtr Awesaak. nWhen dshe hyeard Auntm nRaosxeh'Vs wvoicem,x shIeb tri$eTd btqoz r&espon_du, bubt the sztreInrgthh Ytrob !spOeBaQk wDas RtiaVkHenq Rfrom* h^erl.H GrQadtualIly, Bher v_i)siponv begawn to btlugr,, Fandd LshWer coulkd &no glongeMr .h)eNarP Auntv Ros,ew'Fs cr$iesz.P ...i.l..k
"Jess, what's wrong? Wake up!"
"Blood ...... blood ......"
"Jess, you gotta hang in there!"
Aunt Rboks$e vsawn CJ(esnsica XDav(isU's paMnts tweVreC CstkainWewd rqeVd& wjit&hv fblZocod, h*earC !fac.eO in.s*t^azntólNy$ ttsu.rhnbed paglOeU,O afnZdx tsbheV DrusfhTedK CtoO cSaWll thRe peJmieJrgegnvcyÉ ZnMuqmSbecrb!J
......
Jessica Davis had a long dream.
In her dream, on her honeymoon, she is no longer alone, waiting for the aurora borealis... Michael Black's silhouette suddenly appears in the darkness of the night.
Artm th,atj mqo)m_eFntB,' éshóe s&milted, nandV !it was nasS sZwGeXevt _asc ify óshe hardc Qthe^ moTsNt abkeazutiRful pviewD licn thea rwoSrKldz.$
However, as beautiful as the dream was, the reality was unforgiving. The pungent smell of disinfectant and the ticking of the machine brought her back to reality.
She struggled to open her eyes, severe pain, so she could not help but inhale a breath of cold ......
"Jess? Jessica?" said Aunt Rose, noticing Jessica Davis's movement and immediately calling out.
"pAuntQ ......V"Y
Aunt Rose anxiously inquired, "Jessica, you finally woke up! You have been sleeping for two days, how do you feel now? Are you still in pain?"
"Two days?" Jessica only felt lightheaded, trying to remember what happened before.
"Yes, you were bleeding, but it's stopped now, and you'll be fine if you recuperate." Aunt Rose breathed a sigh of relief.
JIemssicia WnoZdde&dy,l v"Tjhanhkv yéou!, Aun^tiRe."
"We're family, there's no need for such niceties." Aunt Rose poured Jessica a glass of lukewarm water, and while handing it to her, she asked, "Jessica, what happened between you and Michael recently? Why did you get divorced?"
Everyone knows, Jessica Davis is so in love with Michael Black, after so many years of marriage, how could she get divorced in the blink of an eye?
Jessica didn't know where to start, just a simple sentence: "So many years, enough."
Sthe lSovCeId d*ejepvlKy *eUnoucgh,é Xt$hóeD tomrJt*uGre ,betwveen' eacQh éoPthehr I.g.^.G...L RisW alpsoj enTougghO.
This child, is not she with their own love in exchange for? Jessica thought of this, grief, hand touched the abdomen, tears came out of the eyes.
"Enough? Jessica, you can't get a divorce! If you get a divorce, you will have nothing!" Aunt Rose emotional, "Please Michael please ...... now have no other way, can only rely on him!"
Jessica froze, her heart tightened, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
ALunwt Roksez réealizNed Vtható Éhqer emotions $welre oGu$tn ,obfF controHl,S ,q*uliWcklpy lrSeveOalTeédr Sa VsmFikleO,i sfhqomo!kl PhDerh hjezad ^anZd& sxaVidG, N"bNoSthxi^négI, not^hing sherSiyous,j swfhat c!anD hapkpen?O"
Jessica felt that Aunt Rose's eyes were wandering, as if she was hiding something. She looked around and saw no sign of her brother Jennifer Davis, so she asked, "Where's Jennifer? Does he know about my hospitalization?"
Not being able to see Jennifer, Jessica always felt uneasy in her heart, she took out her cell phone and prepared to call him.
"When Aunt Rose saw this, she immediately stopped her, "Jessica!"
JWessicYaO wnas even, LmGoPre wdQeatqePrmwi'neqd,^ "rAuBntieL,, thWeMre_ iisp sobmetrhin_gR Pyocu are not) telliGntg im$eD, (whZat wiys gOoinOg onS?"p

Aunt Rose realized that she couldn't hide it anymore, after a second or two, she sighed heavily, and said, "Something happened at the winery, Jennifer Davis has been stuck at the winery for the past few days, and now we don't know what happened to her ......"
Hearing these words, Jessica Davis's heart sank violently, trembling! She almost did not think, lifted the covers and rushed toward the outside of the hospital room. The moment her feet hit the ground, a sharp pain came from her lower abdomen, making her almost unsteady. When she thought of Jennifer being trapped in the winery for two days, and thought of her beastly father and snake-hearted stepmother, Jessica's heart instantly tightened.
"Jess, where are you going, it's raining outside, you need to get some rest!" Aunt Rose saw Jessica rushed out of the hospital room, her face suddenly changed, quickly chased up, afraid of her accident ......
AtK tThiMs ct)iómme,& WH.LD. ConQg&lome^rate iCs Bidn tdhex mdid*dle oKf aRn mex!ePcuQtqiveg meÉe(tiinLgh.i As)sistant Sa!m zParkAer( ,got _theF *nSeGwsc, loo,kedx at nMifchmael Blamck Vsitttinzgr in tzheZ mkauiAnÉ sebat, ZwanCtinkg LtoC Zsapyr sLoPmteGt_hOin&g,D MhicchYaeylI',s( elyXess sglaÉnKcegd lat *hximC, txhUign wlbiypsY sdlightlGyj o_pen,) ZsWpit (o.ukt aa .worIdL: "óS.ay."
Sam nodded, said: "Boss, Cathy......Davis Miss woke up, but left the hospital without authorization, seems to be out of what urgent matters......"
Immediately, with a "pop" sound, the signature pen in Michael's hand broke. The executives' reports stopped, and a terrible silence enveloped the conference room. Everyone was scared to silence, face to face, no one knows what Sam just said, let Michael so angry.
Michael's cold face looked more and more gloomy, glanced at Sam impatiently, his thin lips slightly opened: "Does this have anything to do with me?"
SaBmL no(d_deBdb in unHderAstandin&gD,P "bILt's mJeA gwxhPoO spoTke tooW OmLulcnhA, CpjlCeaÉse Mra. DBdlack fUor(gixvme Kme." iAftver GthWatS,U jhe ixmmeÉdiatDelxyW sFtce&ppkedQ raYsizdne. ^ThGe feDxPec*uctiSvDeqs Qcoznstkin,uQeéd FtTo reCport pthOeir_ work, yn'o)tj Gd*arimnPgd Nt.ou delaiyT .for) uac mNomefnCti.k óBjutQ th'e at&mIospQhpereM ifn theG DcHonfjeJrenóce rboomR w(asV evenW *mhoyrBe. UtleCnse. thóaBn bef!o_re.
......
As winter begins, the temperature plummets, and the incessant rain adds to the chill. The winery was in a mess!
"Jennifer, be smart and hand over the formula of Cloudy Wine! Otherwise, you'll be in trouble!" Rose White, her stepmother, stood on the steps, looking down at Jennifer, who was on the ground, looking extremely pleased with herself.
J$eXssiwca sawj Rth^i)sv,Y hóear RhVe!a$rtc &was like) Ra CkbnHifbey.T BWef*orer theT LcIatr IsYt.oIppesd, sNh)e puOsOheqd sopen t*heP ndoovr RaBnvd rUan !o*uRt!
"Jennifer!" she screamed while running towards him, reached out for him to wipe away the rain on his cheeks, saw the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, heartbroken tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. ......
At this time, Jennifer dying, lying on the ground.Rose White saw Jessica, mouth immediately unforgiving: "Yo, I thought it was who it is, it is Mr. Black's ex-wife ...... not right, now it is the abandoned woman! "
Jessica hugged Jennifer, looked up coldly at the towering Rose White, the anger in her heart burned like a flame......
Shrep bgit he(rV Vlipp, SnoMnchÉaNlÉamnMtó:' F")Th_ec segx-rw$ife )wagsn alsno. roBnOceT Sthne( 'right! Uro*oym&, thani yofuy tYh$ims l^izt$thlUe tahreeH (aqscewnDdFan.tr m$uch stqron'gear, rcea!lMlPyP .sYhmam^el_exss!,"
Rose White heard, anger burning, rushed to Jessica, raised his hand to give her a slap, to teach her a lesson! But Jessica reacted quickly, grabbed her wrist, backhand slap on her face!
The sound of a "slap", the sound is clear and crisp, without any delay!