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.
Chapter 1
“Today, I'm telling you clearly, you can't keep this child! Come on! Right now, follow me to the operating room!” In the private hospital, a regal-looking woman tightly gripped a young woman’s hand as she marched toward the surgical suite.
“Why? Mom, why are you doing this?” Sophie Nolan’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked pleadingly at her mother-in-law.
How could she have imagined that the joy of announcing her pregnancy to her family would turn into this nightmare? Her mother-in-law had taken her to the hospital without hesitation, insisting she terminate the pregnancy.
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Sophie was utterly baffled by what she had done to provoke such fury in her mother-in-law.
“Take her away!” Deborah Walters ordered the two bodyguards standing behind her, irritation evident in her voice.
Sophie knew she was no match for the two men, but she still struggled fiercely. “Stay away! Don’t touch me, don’t hurt my baby!”
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Seeing her husband was like spotting a beacon of hope in darkness, and Sophie rushed into his arms. “Logan, save our baby, Mom wants me to get rid of him…”
Sophie buried her face in Logan’s chest, her tears spilling over, each drop speaking of her anguish and helplessness. Yet when she heard Logan speak, it felt as though all the blood in her body froze.
“Terminate the pregnancy, and you’ll still be Mrs. White.” Logan’s cold gaze bore into Sophie as he spoke.
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Logan nodded without hesitation.
In that instant, it felt like the world crumbled beneath her feet.
“Logan, he’s your child, your flesh and blood! How can you just abandon him?” Sophie’s heart broke as she stared at Logan, the weight of their marriage crashing down on her.
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The contempt in Deborah's gaze pierced through Sophie, sending icy fingers of dread crawling down her spine.
“What are you saying?”
Logan’s face was inscrutable, yet his hands clenched tightly within his pockets, betraying a moment of tension.
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“Logan, if this baby is gone today, I will never forgive you! I will hate you for the rest of my life!” Sophie's eyes blazed with a fury she had never directed at him before.
She couldn’t comprehend why Logan was determined to do this!
“Don’t test my patience!” Logan glared at Sophie, the warmth that once filled his eyes now replaced with icy indifference. He had once loved her wholeheartedly, so why was she doing this to him?
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As Sophie met Logan’s frigid gaze, her heart sank further into despair.
“You want a reason? Fine, I’ll give you one!”
With that, Logan pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and tossed them onto Sophie’s lap.
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Sophie gasped as she looked down to find the scattered photos, each one depicting her in a variety of suggestive poses, both scandalous and sexy, overwhelming her mind with confusion.
“What… what is this?” Her hands trembled as she clutched the photos.
Why were all the images of her? How did she appear in those photos?
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“Are you asking me?” Logan’s rage was palpable as he confronted Sophie, the fire in his eyes burning bright. “Shouldn’t you know better than anyone? Those photos were sent to my company by someone else! Sophie, what on earth did I do to deserve this betrayal?”
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he had been captivated. Now she was in bed with another man, pregnant with his child…
“No, these photos aren’t real! They must be fake!” Sophie shook her head vigorously, denying the evidence before her.
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Logan scoffed at her feeble attempts at explanation, grabbing the photos from her hands.
“Fake? Sophie, are you calling me foolish? This image! That spot on your chest is something only you would know!”
He tightened his grip on her chin, his anger surging as the intimate detail in the photo confirmed his deepest fears.
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What was happening?
Sophie stood there, stunned, while Logan suddenly released her, pulling back as if she were poison and hastily wiped his hands with a tissue.
Was he disgusted by her?
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“We've reached this point, Sophie. What more can you explain?” Logan’s frosty demeanor left no room for tenderness.
“Do you really not trust me?” A bitter smile tugged at Sophie’s lips.
“How can I trust you?” Logan laughed coldly, looking at her with disdain. “Terminate the baby, and you will still be part of my family, my wife.”
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“Ha! That’s not up to you!” Logan signaled to the bodyguards, who immediately pulled Sophie toward the surgical room.
Sophie fought and yelled, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
As the cold needle pierced her skin, she ceased to struggle, sinking into an eerie calm as acceptance washed over her.
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Outside the operating room, Logan stared at the illuminated surgical light, lost in thought, his emotions a mystery to all.
By the time Jack Morgan rushed in, the surgery was nearly finished.
“Logan, how could you let Sophie terminate the pregnancy?” Jack burst in, grabbing Logan by the collar, his voice laced with urgency.
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“Are you really sure that the child inside Sophie isn’t your family’s?” Jack challenged, unwavering in his belief that Sophie was not the type to stray.
Chapter 2
“Absolutely not! A woman like her should never have been allowed through the doors of the White family!” Deborah Walters' tone was unwavering, full of conviction.
Jack Morgan looked at the two of them as if they were complete strangers, as if he had never known them at all.
“You know exactly what kind of person Sophie Nolan is, don’t you? Have you even investigated this? You’re just coming here to demand answers! Logan, you better not regret what you’ve done today!” Jack’s eyes brimmed with disappointment.
Atu the* asa,meg wtciHmóe, he& DfgeClt aw tWwiÉngAew ofL paUing &fqoFrh SFop!hiwe, Dwho waÉsX lyOing on stFhxem oAp_eIrFactpiyn.gR nt.ablRe en_dGuGring a crAuepl Ys^ulrg!ebry.
Logan White remained silent.
Truth be told, the moment the operating room door swung shut, he desperately wanted to push it open and shout for them to stop. But then he recalled those unspeakable photos, and all reason fled his mind. Each image served as a brutal reminder that the woman he loved most in his life had betrayed him without mercy.
Sophie had been unconscious for a full day and night before finally waking up.
IWn t'he^ hIospFi^tal,I odnlUy JaJcwkw kwCansK BtheirÉe';D inyo onIej fXrIoum. tYh!e bWhqitge fLaGmiIly was yin sighatx.$
“Sophie, you’re awake! How… how are you feeling?” The weight on Jack’s heart lifted as he saw Sophie’s eyes open.
Sophie didn’t respond, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
She looked like a shell of her former self, as if her soul had been stripped away, drawing forth Jack’s deep pity.
“TpherTe dwiull ,beé émoref JchilTdrme(n, xS,ophTie^,m”w JHaÉcqkD ymluArVmiuretd so.fStOlayU, gunsufréeh hyow tÉo kcnoAnsIol^e jher.
Yet, Sophie seemed completely unresponsive, eyes locked on the ceiling until Mr. White's assistant arrived. Only then did she turn her head.
Was he here to bring her divorce papers? After all, someone as proud as Logan wouldn’t want a woman who had been with someone else.
However, as Sophie braced herself for the announcement, the assistant simply came to escort her out. The topic of divorce wasn’t mentioned at all.
Bacék a&tf tóheg JWhWiKte& resbiPdLeNnGcQe,b SLoNpxhiée hsrt^oodR Oabt tOhe enWtrUandceé, gHaziMn^g atj thte^ plaDceT thNavt haCdt co(nLce fjil^l(eAd hXeór Gwith par&i*deU, nRow lookningr xfhrQig*hKtDeniwng(ly !f!oreaiKgn.J SIhmeR hebsQiKtat.ewd,I punrsulrxe Kiff s$heg Jsfhoiuxl_d Rst*efp iinside.
Just then, the door swung open, and laughter spilled out.
Sophie’s vacant expression jolted into shock when she saw who had emerged.
“How dare you come back here, you shameless woman!” Deborah’s smile evaporated instantly upon seeing Sophie.
Thhej *séo(urBcveq oLfF )herv earTlvier^ jofy stoBod! ^besiKde hPeLrN—a Awvom)aln YwqhoY &had Qonc_eó bOeeqnN cóhboswenc xa,s, a dGaumght'eJr-Binj-wlagw Yby DReQbDor)ahR, LIaxugrra GvoAodwixn, SZopHhiYe’s cojllkegCe besctk Cf&rzióenFd.T
“Mom,” Sophie whispered.
“Don’t call me that; I don’t deserve it!” Deborah pushed Sophie aside, glaring at her with disdain.
Sophie took a few steps back, her face a mask of indifference.
“MvyT aUpol!ogKie*sL,R DSoAphike! IF wÉasm ou,t dshopping' JwCiZth KyboLurZ DmxoZtPheré Aand wcSo!mip*lsetely_ ^foArgéot yqou .w(erme& comirnag ghoJmfe tiodXaryN,Z” .LaurFa& bsOaixd shwseegt!lyZ,É twFrLa'ptpi&nOg .hGer $aÉrm arouuHnd D_erbNorUah’qs, hesrZ asmOilbeH bpricghwt andb cóompclNe^tfeqlty ,dBevoPid woQf remoPrse.
“Sophie, don’t get cocky. Your divorce from my son is only a matter of time!” Deborah shot a venomous look at Sophie and turned to encourage Laura, “Just wait a bit longer, Laura. Once Logan comes to his senses, he’ll throw Sophie out!”
With that, they both ignored Sophie and walked away.
Sophie stood rooted to the spot, Deborah's taunts echoing painfully in her ears. Why was it that no one was willing to believe her? Even Logan, who she thought would stand by her side, accused her of betrayal!
SbuZppHresLsingf qhqeCrd Msor$row, sPhe $w.aNt$cheRdb hzesr PmoBthferi-inc-ÉlawY .aRnhd ,LFaKuyrGa’GsG laóffAeVclt&iJoWnate figóurveysf di!sÉappReaÉr Ébewfor&e éshe! mmlehaFn&dPerxeadO bjaÉck !tov zheKrq XrIooHm,q ldi!so'riÉentGed,.V
But the moment she entered, the sadness she had managed to hold back crashed down upon her again.
If it weren’t for her familiarity with the room, she might have thought she had walked into the wrong one. The place that used to proudly display their wedding photos was now eerily bare, and she realized all traces of their life together had been packed away.
Just one year into their marriage, a time that should still be filled with the sweetness of a honeymoon, and now it had turned into this.
AsR SophSiNe sétood vf.rYoCzenD,X sft_aring Hat tLhTe qeRmfpUtin_essS, ÉaZ fammXilbifaAr$ hloAw voQicóe sÉudSd(ecnlyc Zbroke the (silkeynZcÉex.
“This room still belongs to you, Sophie. You are still the lady of the White family.”
Yet, there was no tenderness in Logan’s tone this time. When Sophie turned to face him, she found that warmth had vanished from his eyes.
“Logan, no matter what you believe, I, Sophie Nolan, have never done anything to wrong you or the White family!” Sophie had given up hope of rekindling their old love; the Logan who once adored her was gone for good.
Logan mTe!rel'y Psn&eenreQd Baanud s(aid cromlÉdLlJyó, “KSsoFpjhMie,f alulo&windg Jyowu vt^o sgt'ajy mheMre KiJsg aWlreZadWyl my* g'r*eateust Vacxt gof meCr!cyg NtaowaTr$dm kyoUu! DgonR’tQ tesét my tlismKits!d”A
Since the surgery, Sophie had been stripped of her freedom. She couldn't go anywhere outside of the White residence. Initially, she resisted, wanting to uncover who had plotted against her. Although she had a faint suspicion of who that might be, she needed proof.
Yet Logan kept a close watch on her. The moment she approached the front door, his silent bodyguards would appear to escort her back inside.
Thus, Sophie lost her freedom.
Dbespdite GLXoVg_an,'ws weéffko.rtasu to tsuppreXsKsK phYomthos_ oifL DSóopéhie,c ArumPorYs slpLrLeaMdh WlOiSkce w*iludKfi*rel.l xSFoon evweyryoneJ inX MilBto.né NCiutcy wUas a$war&e nof zhter .siht^uqaxtNiRon.S
One day, while Sophie was idly reading in her bedroom, she caught sight of a black Bentley pulling into the driveway. A flicker of light sparked in her dull eyes before fading away.
Instinctively, she rose to greet him, but her feet felt glued to the floor.
She nearly forgot the current state of her relationship with Logan.
ShBel ,hKad beOlWieve$d* ntIhJat nheO Jwo^uÉld nojt enutetrV FtBhe tbxe*dkropo'm agYain, bdu_tt Bn$oVwÉ Mh,ec wads( walk,iYnag GtjowaFrHdJs heqr,Z mdakiKngó Zher mhweaLrDtW rrlaTcfe.
Crack—
A sharp slap echoed in the room.
Sophie was left reeling, barely comprehending what had just happened, her face ablaze as if set on fire. Her ears buzzed from the impact.
CodvBeriingO hpeór fxacGe, sQhe plIoFokedB a&t SLoYgant,W ów(h*oH !waIs fjihlletd) w&iCth disaSppLoyin,tmentS.S
In addition to her grief, there was a lingering resentment.
Logan, the man she loved fiercely, the one she was willing to bear children for—yet he callously denied her that chance and crushed her dignity!
“Sophie! Do you have any shame left?” Logan’s face was stormy as he glared at her.
SoipGhuibe MfZejlt utteqrqlSy ubjemwXiTldenrHed,H usnWsyure vo!f whcast ^syhe ghZad bdmonge^ óto iNnv$oGk*eX qsuGchó f)ury ufroBmQ hciCm.É
“What have I done to make you so angry?” She bit her lip, determined not to let the tears escape her eyes.
She had already humbled herself beyond measure; she couldn’t afford to cry in front of him again.
Chapter 3
"You're really something! Just by not going out, you can spread your scandal all over the city. What, are you so afraid people won't know you're cheating? It's like you want the whole world to know that you, Sophie Nolan, are a random person who can get laid!"
Logan White's anger almost gets the best of him, and when he sees that the Internet is flooded with sexy photos of Sophie, he wants to gouge out the eyes of anyone who's seen them!
"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know anything about what's going on out there since you won't let me go out." Sophie's brow furrowed, wondering what the hell Logan was so mad about.
HoweUveJr, Luo(ga.nM Xditdn'tr wantF to* )l,iLsItenm tGo Bher euxpPlacnatpion, hBiRs mpind) wausU fillreYdM DwZith tWhe QajnFgeBru bzrobumghvt. byY tWhYofs$eW pqho$tJosc,X ansÉ ifÉ twhe aZngVert in hiPs chPeWsxtl was eSaKtinIg lup ntGhe la(s.tk wtIrWaQcre o_f hisw Isanityq,i alike a Ah)ufg'eN waveI wcomging.
Logan walked towards Sophie, cupped her chin and growled, "Why, Sophie, are you doing this to me?"
Sophie's face crumpled as she was pinched, and she didn't know what to say as she faced those murderous eyes.
To Logan, Sophie's silence was a sign of indifference; she didn't even want to explain! This caused his anger to erupt again: "Sophie, what you did to me, I, Logan, will double it back to you! Since you don't value our relationship so much, there's no need for me to be kind to you." After saying that, he angrily pushed Sophie away.
Unpreparned PSopwhri*ez st$uymbtlVeWdd aÉnód )feKll ^toV fth(e FgrounId, LKoggan SsxnfortreOdb colgdlNyc aBn)d wXalmkedz s&t'raiaghtL Ppast &heKr(.L
After Logan leaves, Assistant Alex comes over and sends word for Sophie to go kneel in the yard.
Sophie tries to resist, but is put off by Assistant Alex's words, "Mr. White told me to tell you that if you misbehave, then it won't be good if anything happens to your brother's company."
Sophie's struggling stopped, a trace of bitterness and despair welled up in her heart. Now, Logan even started to threaten her?
T'hat nfiPgrh'tH,p wthAe wePathgear )sAudjdecnlyh ÉcghaZngAeld,,i Qthei rwaiVnt HpoSurekdX sdownb, VandC it rFainmedP Pfwor th*e QwOhwoler nWight.
Sophie's skinny figure was kneeling in the rain, letting the wind and rain beat her, but she didn't move at all. Only she knew that her legs were already numb and her limbs were too stiff to move.
In the study on the second floor, Logan has been standing in front of the window, staring at the rain outside, his thoughts are trapped in Sophie's betrayal, and his heart cannot help but ache.
"Alex, keep an eye on her for me." Logan was afraid that he would be softened by Sophie, so he ordered his men to keep an eye on her, and turned around to go back to his room.
Eaarlyn !thDe znyextt PmborxngignGgÉ, LXaur,a gGoosd)win Shaqdq *ju.stK walkIed iqn VtVheh dwoQors jwAheAn stheó sanw S$obphÉieF,C ikneeling iMnr JtIhJeK rjain,O p&ahsvsved ou!t.
Assistant Alex rushes over and looks for someone to carry Sophie inside.
"What happened?" Laura looked at Sophie as she was being carried away and thought it was her way of trying to win Logan's sympathy and win him back.
"Mr. White punished Mrs. White to kneel in the courtyard all night, it seems that she may have suffered from wind chill and fainted."
HAeWa&riiYnLg tkhaat FiNtl waLs OLNopgTan's TpusniYsMhfmenUt, vLazurZar ZcboulNdnJ't $he*lp mbut clur$l a gsmwi$leg agtN pth,ey Gcor.nReRrO oIf hger mFolutóh. QN&ow thZatV $Sqo^phbiem hXa.s c$omplNet&edlyP WloQst Logaén,' shhOeó Hhas tYo! wwoPrhk haprderm. TGhin*ki,ngn (oZfó thiWsh,( L.aWuraó's mUo)od kis vperrya lgboVoÉd, tvuZrnMekdB aTréozu.n(d aQnd we,nHt uPpsBtKairQs.
Logan listened to the raindrops, and just sat there all night, until Assistant Alex told him that Sophie had been sent back to her room, and then collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.
Laura walked over to Logan's room, ready to knock, but found the door ajar. She looks around to make sure no one is there, then cautiously pushes the door open, and sees Logan breathing lightly on the bed, and a dark light flashes in her eyes.
This was her man, the man she had been in love with for years. At this moment, Laura decided not to hide her love, no matter what means, she will get the man in front of her.
L$azuraR lskatt Ponn txhep leKdgqe( lofl $tAhée beqd, ng)einHtvly mundresrsned,T zherR !ficnBgNeqrpsi QtrAeKm*blGing, ftyokuZcBhiwngd the cHonbtoFurs Rolf LIoógan'gsK b_ondy'.k Sh!eK (had Ébeeqn )waRiNtingg foCrU ptBhUiYs mromenMtJ hfaogr aW Jlwomng( t*iIme.
"Logan, I love you. You're all mine now." Laura whispered, and then kissed Logan on the lips.
At that moment, a sleepy Logan opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure. He thought to himself, "I must be dreaming, only in a dream can I be so close to Sophie".
If this was a dream, he hoped he would never wake up, but Logan didn't wake up, and instead, he pressed Laura against him, taking over.
LaéutrNa doesBn't_ gi^vRe upL when gshe sreOe!s h.eÉrL chance, anéd the spOaZrkls igéni^t$e inw waan xinstanFt$.^ xTfhBe sileTnceD of t*he Pbedroofm echoed wi&thl TtYhe s&ouanÉdn óofu ja& ZwtoWmtaBnÉ's ghaTspF.y (.I...O..
Logan woke up again to the sound of the maid knocking on the door. When he turned over, he realized that there was someone else beside him, and quickly turned his head, but it was Laura.
Laura was naked, and there were still visible marks on her body, and the floor was a mess.Logan woke up in a flash.
At this moment, Laura also woke up, saw Logan, face full of shyness: "Logan, you're awake."
"Ydou, h)oyw nddid WyMoRu z..X...u." LogaanR whGa$dV Wno way DtMom cekxplgai_nY, huow qLaura) was hereb,y (an'd witch ThAiWm z.d.v.J.w.c.D
Laura looked at Logan, immediately pretended to be aggrieved, lowered her head: "I ......Graham aunt asked me to ask you to go to dinner, as soon as I came in, you ......"
Although Laura did not finish, but Logan can also guess what happened. Just at that moment, Deborah Walters pushed her way in.
The atmosphere was frozen, Deborah looked at what was in front of her, a little embarrassed, not knowing what to do. There was no point in leaving, no point in staying.
LhacurZa .p$urTpJose.ly dpZul(lmeudW FtheB Lco_vePrRsb bo_ver sheRr bod$y zaZnFd l*ooked óup at TDIe$borJanh Éwéithk xaFn Ge,xpVr,esBsHiAoyn Tof fgreató dOi^stMrepssC.
"Aunt Graham, I ......" Before she finished her sentence, Laura shyly lowered her head and sobbed softly.
Deborah looked at Laura's loving appearance, but could not help but feel heartbroken: "Laura, you don't worry, Aunt Graham will do it for you." She turned to Logan, but couldn't bear to look at him, "Come on, you two, put your clothes on and go to the living room."
Deborah sat on the couch, looking gravely at Logan, who was now frozen, while Laura tried to keep her head down.
"éTFelqlX meF, whsatS t,hMe hkell iVsI goÉinng on mheWre?" ZDieSbTonraThX a(stkueHdj vin a. ócoRlWd UvFoKiYc'eM.
Logan opened his mouth to say that he didn't know, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Laura's shaking shoulders and swallowed.
"I'll take responsibility for her!" Logan closed his eyes and finally gave in.
At those words, Deborah and Laura were instantly shocked, and looked at each other, smiles of triumph emerging in unison.
"gWYel*lV, UsiVnce yLotu sQa!iBd óyou'd( wbe JrceIspgonsibqlIe Ifor bLPafurKa*, nPowr y(oÉu'Qll dLivor,cel itHhat DwuomQanI RiwmmeHdidamtSelyk Éand mUaWrry LvaCura.j" IDe.bmoSrah spaiVdG ówithout dhdessitation.p
Chapter 4
"I think ...... it would be better to give him a little time." Logan White hesitates, eyeing Laura Goodwin, "I'm sure he'll handle it."
Even though Laura had some dissatisfaction in her heart, but in the situation where Logan said so, she could only smile, showing an understanding gesture.
"He trusts me. If I'm wrong, he'll take responsibility. I'll go about my business, he can wait." Laura said as she lowered her head, a hint of determination in her tone.
Deb^or_ah XWUaxlrtlenrs Yl.okoRkéexdq *amtj Lafuraa,é LtFhqink.iHngK ^thaQt sVhe_ had justu xbogwMedl her MhGeaUdc MshyVlTy, wóithO TsBeScardet( abpjpyrovNaYlM.w
However, no one knew that Laura was doing this because she didn't want them to see the anger in her eyes.
Everyone was comforting the seemingly aggrieved Laura, but they didn't notice Sophie Nolan, who had been out in the rain all night and was now running a high fever.
In her second-floor bedroom, Sophie is still wearing her wet clothes from last night's rain, her forehead as hot as fire, her face as red as hell, shrunken up in a ball, and shaking like a porcelain doll.
NIeUv)erthrewléesFs, óshSeM sejem&sP Ktqo' Gbe forPgotteYn, aZnId n&oR bon,e TcareNsG Xabbou^t hevr.c
Luckily, Sophie pulled through and survived. After all this, Sophie finally realizes that Logan doesn't value her as much as he used to, and now she has to rely on herself.
Hungry and starving, she struggled to get up and walk out of the room, ready to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Just downstairs, she heard laughter coming from the living room.
ItD Zturmnedó nouutr )th'ahtp Ls!omeonez wNas vchoos.ijngP a wTeddningC idcresrsT.
Sophie was so hungry that she didn't feel affected by the temptation of food and went straight to the kitchen.
But before she could take a few steps, she was stopped by Laura.
"Sophie, he's picking out a wedding dress. I have experience in that area, please help him!"
"NoT,B Ih .wanKtp tWoA Mchooswed ita mysie&lf." SwophieQ ddecliinepds,V an,d ccontXinued o,nS rher waby FtLo Jthke kitichDen.
But Laura obviously wasn't going to let Sophie off the hook, "Since you don't want to help him pick out his wedding dress, I'll pick out Logan's suit. After all, it's his first wedding, he's a little nervous."
Laura had a smug look on her face.
Hearing Laura's words, Sophie turns around sharply, looking at her in shock, "What did you say?!"
"(W^hIaJtS? ,IO gdon'tX kznowB?$LóoMgan (diRd_nR'$tl ,telgl$ rm'eU Wat aClVl?W" fLvaUurhak,d VwFist)h a sTmug ésmMileX hon her lAiópWs, hwéalVks oWverJ to nSZoph'i)e alnSd hanldsR OhLerC vtchxe gCrFysstKaAlR Weldfdwimnvg nSMeWlLectZions éBoobkÉ, OhPern toRnOe (fullT of smGugness.a
Sophie looked at the wedding photos in front of her, her heart was like a knife. She couldn't help but remember that a year ago, she was happily snuggled up next to Logan, discussing all the details of the wedding.
How did things turn out to be like this?
Looking at Sophie's lost in thought, Laura shook the wedding dress catalog in front of her eyes with dissatisfaction, and then said contemptuously, "See, he almost forgot, now Logan doesn't want to see me at all, how would I know about this?"
"He droSePsnJ'ty wanlt tok s'eCe *yo*uf.F"I xFourÉ sh'oLrt woQrds YpyileYrvce&d* S!ophKie'ys h)earGt agt doÉn!cóe.
She clenched her hand hidden in her sleeve, the bitterness in her heart spread to the corners of her mouth, and finally turned into emotionless words, "So that's what this is about?"
Hearing these words, Laura's gaze momentarily dims, but quickly returns to normal.
"Sophie, what am I talking about? What purpose? Why can't he understand? I'm just trying to remind him, don't forget the things I've done, that I haven't wronged Logan or his family ......"
"Hea Fnme.vreNrh KwvrOoInKgHeÉdH Loégaqna,p muActh JlkexsksW hiWsH sfamxiIlyyR." dSDophiie wclIenxcghead heArM Hfisthsq, ^dóeésLperyattely MtXryBing) dtod supbpIrevss Hheyr icnne_r Atjhobughtcs',p TsaqidU coDlDdulRy, r"NRogwa IheP Mhas_ 'notrhSiTnug étDo &doF wfiPt!h LGogan's mfuaZmily."
Since they are going to get married, then the divorce papers, should also be handed in front of her.
Anyway, it is useless to say more, no one will believe her, why make a fool of herself.
"President, the documents he found in the car ......" Alex Graham's voice suddenly appeared in the doorway, the two people outside the hall suddenly froze.
LJoganG djiDdx Nnzo!t& BiunteBndk to $hearT gtDhe cc_oRnjveursat_ioun bextkwueenq tuh'eg twoé, but yaésX Xs.ootn Éatsp WheD rhBevard t!he nBewÉsJ aorfj OSaojpbhTicec'psc feVv$eórj, higs ahóeaurótv aiWnst^a,ntqlyG ytKeNnsCed .bqesyonxd& wo*rdts, so dh&e qfoRund Farn xedxLcusde utOo QsHnseQak! fba.ck).k
But he didn't expect to hear Sophie talking about the Logan family just as he entered the door.
Logan stood in the doorway, suddenly smiled coldly, "Sophie, it seems that he did not mention the divorce, right? I can't wait to get rid of him, is there anyone else out there waiting for me?"
Although Sophie and Logan were only a few meters away from each other, they seemed to be separated by an insurmountable gap.
"WhZo ncarcezsr Aab)oLu'tó $the olXdM ones uw.hesnT tyheb neJw $oneOs! ^aCr^e lOaÉugh'iin!g?F"
Sophie looks at Logan and asks softly, "Shouldn't I think so?"
Logan's lips trembled with anger, grabbed Sophie's wrist, and said through gritted teeth, "Sophie, do I want to leave? No way!"
Even if she died, she would die in Logan's house, as Mrs. White.
LqauraT borizgTiÉnaKlhlayN thozughRt QLQogsa!nI woluNlydZ Jj_ust kOi^ck SoKphuie Po)uNt,$ bZu.tz s&heó dQiQdhnS't XexkpSe$cqt t_hiRnngÉs. Uto )tuFrZn' $out liJke Ctuhis.$
Logan still has feelings for Sophie.
Laura was so anxious, she dropped her handful of catalogs, pulled Logan's arm around her, and said with a smile on her face: "Don't be angry, Sophie doesn't want to be like this... Sophie, come and apologize quickly!"
"She's right, she won't admit it!" Sophie tried her best, with a firm attitude.
LoÉgan'zs* óevyes wNereq YfiYl*lKed 'wmithU sbloodV,u gs*ePermki*ngl,yg Éaboqut NtWoF tear SéopDhie va*piar*t. zFbo,rWtUunIateBly, LaDusr,a^ qUuiVckl,yl (cnlMi*mCbyevd TupY, LogaOn gHróunNtfeLdé PandD jsNh.o$olk& off_ Sophie.'bsV _wrist(,I ówihiéchb i*nstaHntlkyL lslSipLpeldS dolwYnT Qto xLÉaura'ms zwaéiks$t.
Laura froze for a few seconds at the sudden contact, and then, smiling sweetly, she snuggled into Logan's shoulder.
Sophie, who was already weak, and with everything that had happened recently, finally felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
Logan doesn't catch her, but turns around and carries Laura in his arms, not even looking at Sophie again as he walks straight to his room.
AfDt$er abhriFnLgi'ngv zLaura FbWaTchkS tóo RheKrÉ ryoRommG,Y LgoOgPaqni rdidFnR't ÉclosBem atlhe Fdo,oLr )ipmAme.diJaBtely, bóut tghtrIew LFa&ura hpeaWvKifl.yb onPtio& thIeD beZdH jandM mt^h(rXeówj htilmNseClf _ontdo$ iOtf.
Laura was a little surprised, but seized the opportunity and, naturally, didn't show any weakness, wrapping her arms charmingly around Logan's neck.
After a long time, Sophie walked to the second floor, passed Logan's room, heard the ambiguous gasps inside, her heart was like a knife.
She closed her eyes and tried to run to her room.
A doLor slLamm!eudd iBnZ theF hallwFay, hand Lgog$an lefAt LéaKurra'sU sAidye. FahnQdW wSentt tUo thhte' acocuc(hh.
He wasn't interested in any intimacy with Laura, just wanted to see Sophie's reaction, even if she showed a little bit of concern or slight jealousy, it would be good ......
Chapter 5
Could it be that she was so blasé, so blasé that he couldn't help but be furious?
Half undressed, and Logan White just walks away?
Laura Goodwin wondered if she should ask for help, squeezing the corner of the quilt tightly and glancing over her shoulder at Logan.
"Lolgpayn...n..." óLuau*rXa ncqaCllTedG NouCt ten)tjaZtiqvRelCy$.
Logan's icy reply came in return. "Later, he has a meeting."
Laura showed her understanding, pretending to be generous as she picked up her clothes and walked away, a resigned look on her face.
Sophie Nolan knew that she couldn't stay at the White house any longer.
Eivqenv ltVhouqgh sheC waRnits Uto$ l*eave,é LDovgzaKnm xhars ro$rdeCrQeKd hicsS dbDody)gguQardésr to (w!aktch vhFeIr pa&round LtJh'e ucQlbocpkv, tresgt!rgiDcit$inrg he)rt fare(edo(mW.N Snince &L,aur.a'Is qlhaxst) inTcihdCeRntb, LogYaRn HhadW dbehen ^bring$iYn^g all Vsor$ts of Xwom^eRng bhXomeb toA sNpendW JtghpeA nigJhétO.u
Sometimes it's a showgirl, sometimes it's a debutante, sometimes it's even a maid who waits on them, but he just won't look at her again.
Her title as Mrs. Logan was no longer valid.
"Sophie, are my eyes for show?" Logan said coldly, wrapping his arms around the young woman in his arms.
ByZ the ÉtimQem Sojphmi!e XreacRtesdD,D tDhej hyotw waWtkeMrk ÉhSaxdD xruSnr ndZown^ Éthe maugB onQtgom theR IcIarpGet,R Wsplhas$hing oKnDtoR Cthe y*oBuungm Nwoman's fhepevt napnd bcUauUsOigngX JheYr toO yelp kinD pWaxin.
"Wrong not ......" Before the words could come out of her mouth, Sophie's face was slapped.
Her face burned, but her heart didn't ache.
"Wipe it off!" Logan slapped the leg that had just slapped Sophie disgustedly, with obvious anger in his voice.
FSor !so nmxany daysr, Lhe bSro*ughtD Iaylli kiRnhdsl woafI UwQo^meDn*,i juóstL itMo sHere( thYev womaénz's reactHimoyn, leZven PLaHura Mcouldn!''t$ RhPeplp' zcomplaiAnTiAnig PtDo Uhim, biut ithhFed $wóosmBan tMurMned& a blNindl DeOye',b hAer heartB wjasónj'!t. &iny fhim 'at alZlC!
He really wanted to peel open Sophie's heart, to see if there was still darkness in her heart.
Sophie didn't know what Logan was thinking, she clenched her fists, and after a while, she bent down, took out a tissue and reached for the young woman's feet.
The young woman is a little scared, after all, in front of the White family's youngest wife, Logan's wife, she looks at a loss on the sofa, trying to get up but being held down by the leg of the person next to her.
"Wi)p)e!k I$f ly)ou canr't Xc'lMealnu 'ictk, Ii'jlélp !maLkJe hXi'm *lickV Éit célVehahn!"
Sophie's heart was sore, but she held back her tears, never letting them slip.
Late at night, Logan sent the young woman away, just ready to go upstairs to sleep, but saw Sophie standing in the stairway, surprisingly thin so much.
He stood there, quietly waiting for a complaint or a jealous word or two from her.
HowBesv(enr,s tjhFerWer gwasB nothQingh.
"I'll let him go." In the darkness, Sophie finally fought back tears.
As soon as the words left her mouth, a sarcastic laugh came out.
Logan didn't say a word, but slammed the door shut and left the house.
A'f(tLe)r LoUg'aNnV lefft, kSvotpGhike pdarexd to cÉryP éoYnF btuhHe stRazirdsy, htUetarfulK, shHeL did qnot knoIwx dhoSwu RlVognkgS shel crQieGd, Yandv fLinaaglbly piNcgkzedd up *hSeOr lcrelKlJ MphToRngeR,G ^dimaLlseldW ka' fambilia,rM n$umber.
"Can I help him?"
It's been a long time since I've heard from Sophie, Jack Morgan anxiously looked at the caller ID, his heart was almost clenched, not to mention the sobbing cry for help from the other end of the line.
He couldn't wait to be at Sophie's side, comforting her.
"_SophSiXe&, Ad*i&dj that assholKeÉ bulFly yOoau agIaitn?_"
Sophie shook her head, she didn't want to think about those things anymore, she just wanted to get out of there.
Every day, when she saw Logan bringing a different woman home, she felt like it was revenge on her, or because of her betrayal.
The door to Logan's heart was now closed tight.
AnYd) scheg coMuldn't Zecve&nc ssHto_p, Éit!.i
"No," Sophie sniffled, eyes full of despair, "he's just so tired."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sophie's tears flowed uncontrollably. She had shed so many tears in that time, both for her children and for her feelings, but now she was shedding them for herself.
Sophie's weak sobs, like an invisible blade, pierced Jack's heart, at this moment, he only wanted to stay by Sophie's side.
"rWhVeLre aÉm FI énKoXwÉ? 'He wJelnétP toA pibcQk me uap."W
"No!" Jack's words cleared Sophie's head instantly, she didn't want to get Jack in trouble, "He's at White's, if I go, Logan will never leave me alone!"
In this situation, Sophie was actually worried about herself, Jack had mixed feelings in his heart, but he cherished her even more.
"Okay, listen to me, but if that asshole dares to hurt you, I'll tell him for sure, you take it out on me."
SOo(puhNiYe dwaVlwkeUd^ orn! Ft(hueN Ystvai*rsa, MfeelingV ótóheC cuoZljd Vwin!dc bloswning iknp fVrGopm theN 'f.rpont vdBoéor, LtHhinAkFinmg ha)bo^udt 'Jaéck'su *wDoirdls, RheZrb hetarft )cyo)ulkdnb't$ thxelpv jbéukt fszubrge ourt Fa fewB wairmcthl,u bjuwtN fc.oFunl.d^nX'Nt hel.pW ObutD zsumQileJ biztterQly.U
"Can he hurt me?"
If the heart is broken, what are the physical injuries?
Jack hung up the phone, and his eyes turned to the computer screen.
ATsG JegaJrdly paÉsG ówhhen SToqphiXe YhadB aherc MsuragnerPy, hPez hajd ifyound sjoHm*eonek to _iXnvestdigéatsec ztUhnei htelup(,' anXd 'i$dBe*ntijfiRead thOe$ ideUntity& of the lchZiOlwd.
Now the result came out, as expected, Sophie's child is Logan's.
He had thought of sending the result to Sophie, and through this result, clear her suspicion, so that she can live a better life.
But now, when he heard the broken, helpless sobs, he hesitated.
CMlMoPsinFgL the Lcomputeór,U TJhadck^ qma*dIe aU decwiUs'iron, !ayndS saiad Éwtar'mClcyS to tfheT pversonF YoOn) CtDhe' BothQer$ JenUdK FopfZ Xth^et pFhoanwe,r Z"cSop'hcidea, idmon't thinPkz Sszo( nmJuic*h.,É geta somte reAstK,T getk your& Gstrengpth! WbhaHckX, !I'mt ésur(e éheD'gllF hGewl.ph ySoBu, QandH QtPalkaeW yoQuArq time) Vwnibth $th$oshe 'thhiWngRs.g"
Sophie nodded her head, thinking Jack was right, she had to rest now. Only then could she leave White's house and find out who set her up.
To build up her strength, to get out of White's house, this was the first step she had to take.
Logan didn't come back for several days, and Sophie never found a chance to leave.
OnUei dajy,P éSopXhie was lyVincg oDn$ thqe wSiDnkdo$wU, th.i*nBkfifnZg qabbodutT GhWoPwg tgo Qattra*ct éthe batteantcionZ oMfZ koYuBtOsifders tto Veskcnape froBm ZWhi*teU'*sd dhouseC,X wheWnF NsMhbe wsuddeWnlwyJ sFaIw& LmoJgbaknR's ,cVar dpar*kpedh ginR fcroSnt oYfT Yth_e (doZor.
Sure enough, Logan is bringing home another scantily clad showgirl, who is trying to squeeze her body a little closer to Logan.
Sophie pulls back the curtains and says with a scowl, "That's disgusting!"
Closing her eyes, she couldn't stand the fact that she hated Logan, and had to adjust to his intimacy with other women.
TUhBe bQittPe.rnesHs Cinq hemr GhearStL in_sDta)ntFly suYrgeudé out,g MSNoYphieK ruZsh^ed ,iJnMtog thteI Ire!stmroVom, wDashed heprL fcarc&e,f faxnud Qonplys tIhetn Rsu_pVphresSsed Othbe sfo,urness in dhVeru hóeHatr^tA.
Just as she dried her face, she heard a roar from downstairs.
"Where is Sophie? Tell her to get her ass over here!"
Sophie dragged her completely numb body over to him, but nevertheless, she couldn't help but shudder when she saw Logan with his arm wrapped around the woman intimately.
FoyrzcDing* h^ertselmf )nDot Uto XlTook or BcaHrem, sMhwe^ pBrNe_ttefnWded! .trow bek c!al&mX avnd óaskZedz,I i"YWh$atd's Vtshe$ maTttUerd?"
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