Chapter 141 Arthur and Agnes never expected Emily to threaten to expose their secret plot, so the decision to silence her was made on the spur of the moment But when Emily tumbled down the stairs, hitting her head and bleeding profusely, both Arthur and Agnes panicked. Murder was a crime, and Agnes had no … Read more
Chapter 140 Camila’s accusations hit Enoch and Abigail like a crushing weight, leaving them paralyzed with guilt Their faces turned ashen. Their lips trembled as they instinctively tried to defend themselves. But the brutal truth silenced them before they could speak. After all, it was their secret orders that led to Camila’s disability. The guilt … Read more
Chapter 139 Chapter 139 e vibrant scenery The craft mom on the second floor offered a perfect view of the garden below. With just a push of the window, the unfolded completely. Giovani had specifically arranged for the craft room to face the garden. He imagined that whenever Camila felt tired from her needlework, she … Read more
Chapter 138 William slumped into the cold iron chair, his hands hanging limply at his sides. His eyes were clouded with confusion, as if lost in a fog he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t understand how things had spiraled to this point. He had always prided himself on keeping the bigger picture in mind, tirelessly working … Read more
Chapter 137 Inside the detention center, dim yellow lights filtered through the iron bars, casting fragmented shadows on the ground and filling the air with a stifling sense of oppression. Enoch and Abigail sat side by side outside the cold, hard iron bars. The barrier felt like a wall that couldn’t be crossed, separating them … Read more
Chapter 136 The crystal chandelier cast sharp shadows across Giovani’s brow. His gaze, cold as ice, locked onto Enoch, as though he were staring at a lifeless corpse instead of a living man. Under her intense gaze, Enoch felt a chill crawl from his feet to his head, freezing him in place and leaving him … Read more
C Chapter 135 Facing Camila’s Fury Her sound lingered softly in the stillness of the kitchen without a response, like a pebble sinking into the ocean with no ripples. Lucy froze for a moment, doubt flickering in her mind. ‘Did Camila not hear me? she thought. Her brows furrowed slightly as she called out again, her voice now carrying a mix of affection and urgency. “Camila!” But the only reply was the gentle bubbling of the oatmeal in the pot. Camila remained focused, her hand moving slowly as she stirred the thick mixture. The oatmeal had been simmering for a few minutes. Its rich aroma walted through the air, accompanied by soft wisps of steam Lucy’s eyes locked on Camila’s frail figure, her unease growing stronger with each passing second. She raised her voice, calling out again, “Camila!” This time, she nearly shouted, her voice bouncing off the kitchen walls. But Camila remained unaware, lost in her own world, and completely unresponsive. Lucy’s eyes went wide, and a chill ran down her spine. It hit her in an instant–Camila couldn’t hear her. The last time I saw Camila at the hospital, she was perfectly fine. How did things spiral so quickly? How could she have lost her hearing in such a short time?‘ she wondered. Lucy’s fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She wondered what the Jackson family, William, and Owen had done to Camila. Lucy seethed with fury, her eyes burning with deadly intensity, as if she could make them pay for every bit of pain they had caused Camila. Right then, Camila suddenly turned around. The second her usually calm eyes landed on Lucy, they lit up with surprise and joy. A gentle smile spread across her lips. “Lucy, what brings you here?” Lucy instantly buried the sharpness in her gaze, replacing it with a bright, innocent smile that felt as warm and radiant as spring sunshine. “I missed you, so I came.” But her eyes locked on Camila’s face as she scrutinized every tiny flicker of emotion, as if trying to uncover the pain hidden beneath her composed exterior. Camila stepped forward with a smile, affectionately taking Lucy’s hand. Her touch was soft and warm. “Come on, Lucy. Have a seat. The oatmeal’s almost ready,” she said, gently tugging her toward the living room. Lucy hesitated, her gaze still fixed on Camila. The doubts in her heart refused to fade. Tl help you in the kitchen, she offered. Camila’s smile deepened, her tone filled with indulgence. “The kitchen’s full of smoke and grease. I can handle it myself.” Lucy froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. ‘Could I have been wrong? Is it possible Camila could actually hear me?‘ she wondered. Feigning nonchalance, Lucy said, “It’s fine.” Seeing Lucy’s persistence, Camila didn’t push further. She turned back to the stove, her spoon moving in slow circles as she stirred the oatmeal. “Then, Lucy, fry a few eggs, she said casually. Lucy took a step back, positioning herself behind Camila. “I don’t like fried eggs,” she said. Normally, Camila would have turned to her with concern, asking what she wanted to eat instead. But this time, she simply said, “The eggs are in the fridge.” That simple response hit Lucy like a heavy blow, confirming her suspicions. Camila wasn’t hearing her–she was reading her lips. Every earlier response had been from interpreting her mouth movements, not from actually hearing her words. She couldn’t shake the thought of what Camila must have endured in prison. It pierced Lucy’s heart, fueling a storm of rage inside her. The anger grew with each passing second. She believed anyone who dared harm Camila deserved no mercy Lucy watched Camila intently, tracking every movement. She couldn’t help but notice the uneven pace of Camila’s steps, each faltering stride feeling like a knife twisting in her chest. Her eyes welled with tears, a bitter mix of sorrow heartbreak swelling within her. Lucy forced herself to push down the wave of emotione threstasien to norwhelm her. She took a deep breath, opened the refrigerator, and took out some eggs Successfully unlocked! She moved to the stove, heating the pan before poise eggs hit the pan with a sharp sizzle, and the sound was quickly followed by the rich aroma of cooking eggs that filled the kitchen. After a while, the oatmeal was ready. Camila carefully ladled the thick, creamy oatmeal into a large bowl. Holding it steady with both hands, she walked toward the dining table, her steps slow and slightly unsteady. Chapter 135 Facing Camidal Fury As soon as Camila stepped into the dining room, a piercing scream erupted, “You wretched woman! What are you doing here?” Then came a loud crash. The bowl of oatmeal slipped from Camila’s hands, shattering on the floor as oatmeal splattered everywhere. She let out a startled cry. Carrying a plate of freshly cooked eggs, Lucy stepped out just in time to see a crazy woman with gaudy makeup raising her hand to strike Camila. Camila scrambled to dodge, but some scalding oatmeal splashed onto her hand, making her gasp in pain. Her bowl fell from her grasp, shattering into pieces on the floor. Lucy’s gaze hardened, cold and cutting, like two blades slicing through the air as she fixed her eyes on the audacious woman. At that moment, she only had one thought. That was to protect Camila To Lucy, Camila was family, someone she would defend with her life. But now, this brazen woman dared to lay a hand on Camila. Lucy wouldn’t allow it to happen. Fueled by rage, Lucy stormed forward, slamming the steaming eggs onto the woman’s heavily made–up face without hesitation The woman shrieked, her voice piercing like nails on a chalkboard. The eggs burned her skin, leaving it red and swollen as she clawed at Lucy’s hands in desperation. Her face was contorted in pain and fury But Lucy didn’t flinch. She lunged again, grabbing the woman’s head and delivering a swift kick to her knee. The woman cried out in agony and collapsed to the floor with a sickening thud. Without missing a beat, Lucy pressed the woman’s head down into the mess of shattered porcelain and spilled oatmeal. The shards sliced into her skin, and blood oozed out, mingling with the steaming oatmeal in a mess The woman thrashed wildly, her cries turning into hysterical wails, but Lucy remained steadfast, her eyes burning with disgust and fury. The man who came with the older woman finally snapped, his eyes blazing with fury as he raised his foot, ready to kick Lucy away. At that, Camilla’s heart tightened. Without a second thought, she stepped in front of Lucy and shouted, “Mr. Connor, this is the Campbell residence, not your Connor family’s territory!” … Read more
Chapter 134 Lucy Plans To Take Camila Away Lucy stared at him, her face completely blank. Tumer immediately realized he had said the wrong thing: After what almost happened last time, she probably wanted nothing to do with him. She would never agree to go home with him. He quickly dropped his teasing tone “How about I take you to the hotel instead?” he offered Lucy didnt object, and she walked toward his car Inside the car, the mood was subdued Lucy gazed out the window, her expression unreadable as the streetlights flickered by Their dim glow cast fleeting patterns across her face. Turner glanced at her through the rearview mirror letting out a helpless sigh when he saw her icy demeanor. It seemed his actions last time had really scared her He couldn’t blame her in his mind, Lucy was just a college student, naive and timid. He made a mental note to avoid any Inappropnate jokes in the future The last thing he needed was for her to think he was some kind of creep. What Turner didn’t realize was that if Lucy hadn’t mistaken him for being gay, she would’ve already made her move on him The car soon pulled up to the hotel. Turner parked, got out first, and opened the door for Lucy He then walked her inside and handled the check–in process. Once everything was sorted, he pulled out the bank card he hadn’t managed to give her the last time and held it out to her. “About last time. I was out of line, Turner said, his voice low and sincere, tinged with guilt. “I really want to make it up to you. This card is just a small token of my apology. Please take it.” He softened his tone as much as he could and firmly placed the card in Lucy’s hand. Lucy froze for a moment, her gaze dropping to the card. She hadn’t expected him to actually bring it up again, let alone insist on giving it to her. “1… I don’t need this, she said slowly, her voice as cool as eve But deep down, only she knew how much she craved that money. Still, appearances had to be kept up. Her image couldn’t afford to crack. When it was time to act, she had to act. “Take it back,” she said, pushing the card back toward him. Tumer had expected her to refuse. He thought she might be a bit stubbom and headstrong, but she still had the untainted simplicity of a college student. Turning down 300 thousand dollars without batting an eye wasn’t something just anyone could do. Turner’s impression of Lucy improved even more. All the errands he’d done for her tonight suddenly felt worth it. Turner didn’t back down. He shoved her hand away. “I said it’s yours, so take it. Don’t want it? Toss it in the trash for all care,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. His gaze carried a hint of dominance. “Alright, it’s late. Get some rest. I should head back now” Turner added, turning to leave. As he walked away, he raised an eyebrow, feeling secretly pleased with himself. He thought his commanding demeanor just now was definitely cool. Maybe he’d even managed to charm her a little. Unbeknownst to him, Lucy was watching his retreating figure with a smirk. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, her eyes ginting with mockery and amusement. She thought he was silly, clueless, and fun to mess with Because of his willingness to play along, she decided to temporarily forgive him for hanging out with scumbags like Harry and Michael. As long as he didn’t cross Camila, she’d let him off the hook. Lucy tucked the bank card securely into her pocket, feeling elated. Tomorrow, she’d find Camila to discuss their plans to leave the country. Despite her mother’s claims that the Campbell family treated Camila well, Lucy knew trusting others, especially men, was too risky. Today, they might shower women with affection, but tomorrow, if their interest waned, they’d do cruel things to reclaim everything they’d given, even with interest. She was certain that after everything Camila had been through, she must have given up on men. The night passed without dreams, and the sky Successfully unlocked! Lucy woke up early, quickly freshened up, and heaucu uur op residence. She had already gotten the address from her mom the day before. The close bond between Lucy and Camila wasn’t without reason. For Camila, in the entire Jackson family, only Hazel had ever shown her genuine kindness. 1/2 Luy Pani Ta Take Camila Ai Lucy once braved a heavy rainstorm to deliver Camila’s SATS admission ticket, riding her bike through the downpour. She ended up falling and breaking her right hand. The injury slowed her down during her own middle school exams. She had the potential to get into a top high school, but she ended up at an average one instead. This incident left Camila feeling quilty for a long time. Neither Hazel nor Lucy owed her anything, yet they had always treated her with sincerity That was why, after her release from prison, when the Jackson family used Hazel and Lucy to threaten her, she chose to endure it all in silence. She couldn’t bear the thought of Hazel or Lucy getting hurt because of her To Lucy Camila wasn’t just a friend. She was also her mentor. When Camila was a high school freshman, Lucy had just started middle school. Before she met Camila, Lucy’s grades were pretty average Thanks to Camila’s patient one–on–one tutoring, Lucy’s grades improved dramatically. For three years, Camila never missed a single session to help her. From her first to her third year of middle school, Lucy maintained her top ranking, earning scholarships every year and easing her mom’s financial burden. Even during her high school entrance exams, when her injured hand slowed her down and she couldn’t finish several major questions, leading her to attend an average high school. Camila never forgot about her, even from prison. When Lucy’s mom visited Camila in prison, Camila specifically asked her to bring all her high school notes to Lucy. Those notes became Lucy’s lifeline, helping her get into Sancho University of Science and Technology, a top–tier institution. … Read more
Chapter 133 Lucy Had To Stay With Him Lucy froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by Turner’s sudden appearance. Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise with her usual composure. Before Daniel could even react, Turner closed the distance between them in a flash. His fist cut through the air with force, heading straight for Daniel’s face A dull thud echoed as Turner’s punch landed squarely on Daniels face. The impact sent him reeling to the side, and a dark bruise began to bloom around his eye, swelling up like an overripe grape. Daniel stumbled back several steps, barely managing to keep his balance. His face twisted with a mix of fury and disbelief as he bellowed, “Who the hell are you?” Turner didn’t say a word. His lips pressed into a tight line, and his eyes burned with fierce intensity. Without hesitation, he threw another punch, aiming for Daniel’s stomach this time. Daniel was livid. As a young guy of Sancho’s elite, he was used to having everything go his way. Aside from the occasional humiliation at Lucy’s hands, no one had ever dared to treat him like this. He didn’t even know who Turner was or why he was suddenly being attacked. The sheer absurdity of the situation only fueled his anger Grinding his teeth, Daniel managed to block Turner’s punch and quickly retaliated, lifting his leg to aim a kick at Turner’s knee. Having snapped out of her shock, Lucy took a few steps back and leaned casually against Turner’s car. With her arms crossed, she watched the fight unfold with an amused smirk as if it were a show just for her Turner’s movements were lightning–fast Before Daniel’s kick could connect, Turner grabbed his ankle and twisted sharply. flipping him onto the ground with ease. Daniel hit the ground hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body and leaving him drenched in cold sweat. Turner stood over him, his gaze cold and unwavering His voice was eerily calm as he warned. “If you want to keep your family from going bankrupt, stay away from Lucy” The night breeze ruffled Lucy’s bangs as she stared at Turner His Adam’s apple bobbed with the anger simmering beneath his skin, veins protruding along his neck. The sheer intensity of his presence made one word flash through her mind: sexy. Her fingers idly twirled a strand of her hair while her eyes swept over his lean, powerful waistline, silently admiring him. He was tall, broad shouldered, with a narrow waist and long legs–all complemented by those gold rimmed glasses that gave him an air of sophistication But Lucy never guessed that when it came to fighting he was so brutal. If she didn’t know he was gay, she might have found herself drawn to him again Lucy sighed to herself. This type was definitely her favorite, but she wasn’t about to get involved with someone who was gay. Just as she was lost in thought. Tumer suddenly turned around, his gaze meeting hers. What he saw was Lucy’s casual, appraising look. In his mind, Lucy was just a sweet innocent college student. Every time he saw her, she was being harassed by men, always seeming so fragile and defenseless How could she possibly look like that? No way. I must be imagining things, he thought Turner stared at her intently, but Lucy quickly realized her slip and immediately switched to a wide–eyed, trembling look. Her body tensed, hands instinctively clutching the hem of her clothes. Her lips pressed tightly together, and her eyes filled with feat making her look pitiful and vulnerable Tumer let out a breath of relief, thinking, “See? He had to be imagining things. Without giving her a chance to react, he walked over and unceremoniously pushed her into the car. Then, he slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The tires screeched against the pavement, leaving a sharp, grating sound as the car sped off Daniellay alone on the ground, staring at the car disappearing into the distance. His heart was filled with bitterness and resentment He sobbed, Lucy, I’m your loyal follower! How Successfully unlocked! watch me get beaten up? How could you leave with the guy who beat me? You’re so heartless.” The car sped down the road. Turner gripped the steering wheel tightly while Lucy sat quietly in the passenger seat. Nether of them spoke, and Turner furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, an First, you were dragged inno drinking aber Then now this? if i hadn’t been there tonight, wh A chill ran down Tumers spine atthe thought of what could him to the hospital, he would in bec harassed “You’re a coll student. Don’t you have an [by Lucy listened to his endless lecturing and responded casually, “Yeah, thanks “if the steady know he was dose Timed to ਇ friends with Michael and Harry, she might se thought more highly of him Figures if he’s friends with someone like Harry, he can’t tuck benar the thought. … Read more
Chapter 132 Lucy Beats Owen To A Pulp The flames writhed and roared in the night, consuming blood soaked clothes and gloves until nothing remained but ash The flickering firelight illuminated her face, chiseling out an image of cold perfection–beautiful yet unsettling. Her delicate features were matched by eyes as deep and unknowable as a frozen abyss, exuding an air of detachment and cold indifference Beneath her sharp, elegant nose were lips so thin and frosty that they seemed to carry the chill of winter, exuding an unapproachable aura. She resembled a sculpture, flawlessly crafted, yet distant and untouchable. Wrapped in black, her tall, slender figure moved with a lethal elegance. Every subtle motion revealed the faint ripple of muscle beneath the fabric, a striking contrast to her delicate beauty. She looked both fragile and formidable, a force of nature cloaked in human form Lucy stared at the pile of ashes, and her anger finally abbed away. The reason she had suddenly lashed out at Owen traced back to an incident an hour earlier. It was Friday, and with the weekend ahead, Hazel had been focused on caring for Camila lately. By her reckoning, it had been almost a month since she last saw her beloved daughter. So. Hazel called Lucy, and the two decided to meet at a seafood stew restaurant. As Lucy put fresh seafood into the simmering broth, she asked about Camila’s recent situation with concern. What weighed on her mind the most was whether Camila was doing okay Hazel’s face softened with a warm smile as she shared how Glovani, Lindsey, and Keira took great care of Camila Hearing this, Lucy finally felt a wave of relief wash over her, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest. But when Hazel started talking about the findings from Sean’s investigation, the calm in Lucy’s eyes was instantly replaced by a fiery rage. Her grip on the fork tightened, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to bend it. Lucy had made a vow–anyone who dared to hurt Camila would never escape her wrath Just as her anger reached its peak with no outlet in sight, her gaze drifted through the restaurant’s bright glass windows. There, she spotted Owen, who was slowly wheeling himself past the storefront. In that instant, it felt like the world stopped. Lucy’s eyes locked onto Owen’s familiar figure, and one thought consumed her mind. This man must pay dearly for what he’s done, she thought Lucy forced down her anger, keeping her expression calm as she turned to Hazel and said. “Mom, my professor just texted me about something urgent. I need to head back to school. You should go home and rest. I’ll stay on campus tonight.” Hazel gave a few reminders before watching Lucy out the door. Lucy stepped out of the seafood stew restaurant and quietly followed Owen. On a deserted stretch of street, she swiftly pulled out a sack she had prepared. Without hesitation, she threw it over Owen’s head. What followed was a harsh beating, as if she were unleashing all her pent–up rage. Owen struggled desperately inside the sack, his screams echoing through the empty street, but Lucy showed no signs of stopping. She dragged his defenseless body into a nearby, dimly lit alley. Grabbing a rock from the ground, she smashed it down on Owen’s leg repeatedly. His legs quickly became a mangled mess of blood and broken bones. Collapsing to the ground, barely conscious, Owen could only gasp weakly. Only then did Lucy finally stop. By the time it was over, it was nearly ten at night. Lucy stood beneath the streetlamp in the alley, its dim yellow light casting a long shadow of her across the pavement. She pulled out her phone, ready to call a cab, when suddenly, a pair of blinding headlights lit her up without warning Instinctively, she squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes. Moments later, a sleek Porsche with a flashy design came to a smooth stop right in front of her. The car door opened, and a man in his twenties stepped out The guy was undeniably handsome, but there was a roguish charm in his demeanor. With a grin that seemed both playful and ingratiating, he said, “Lucy, waiting for a ride? Heading home or back to school? Let me give you a lift.” Lucy focused on him and immediately recogni Successfully unlocked! Walker, the same man who had forced her to drink with him the first time she met Turner. That night, he was completely wasted, reeking of alcohol and rambling about being dumped by his girlfriend. He had come to the bar to drown his sorrows, but after a few too many drinks, he started acting out He insisted she drink with him, and when she refused, he splashed a glass of red wine on her. Chapter 132 Lury I y Beats Owen To A Pub His friends, emboldened by his behavior, joined in the chaos. When she still wouldn’t comply, they started getting physical Lucy prepared to smash a wine bottle over their heads when Turner appeared unexpectedly Noticing Turner’s polished appearance and his obvious intent to play the hero, Lucy quickly adapted. She feigned vulnerability, putting on the act of a helpless girl in distress. This clever move led to Turner escorting her back to school, which later gave her the opportunity to return his umbrella and subtly outmaneuver him. She had thought her encounters with Daniel would end there, but fate had other plans. Even stepping out of the school gates seemed to lead her straight to him While Daniel might not remember her from that drunken night, his friends certainly did–they recognized her the moment they saw her. They thought they could save face after failing to force her to drink last time. So, in the middle of the mall, they grabbed her and dragged her into the men’s restroom, determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget. However, Lucy wasn’t one to back down. With a butterfly knife in hand, she struck without hesitation. Then, she shoved their heads into the toilet, forcing them to gulp down filthy water. She grabbed a mop and beat them up, leaving their faces bruised and swollen as they cried out in agony. After delivering her “Tesson, Lucy clapped the dust off her hands, turned on her heel, and walked away with a swagger. leaving behind a group of battered men groaning in misery on the restroom floor. But the next day, these men somehow managed to dig up her school and name. They threatened her, saying that if she didn’t show up at the bar to drink with them, they’d make sure she couldn’t survive in Sancho. So their third encounter happened at the bar. Inside a private room, the table was covered with expensive bottles of alcohol Daniel and his crew smirked as they pointed at the bottles and said, “Finish all fifty of these, and we’ll call it even for everything that happened before.” They thought Lucy would be scared and that she’d cave under pressure. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. Lucy wasn’t the type to bow to threats. The second they tried to intimidate her she was already prepared to go all out. She would never drink with them. Before they could even react, Lucy grabbed a bottle and smashed it over their heads, sending shards of glass and blood flying everywhere. Then, she pulled out her butterfly knife and forced them to drink every last drop of the remaining alcohol. “Listen up! I’m scared, and I won’t forgive. If I can beat you today, I can kill you tomorrow. Go ahead. Call the cops. But you better be ready for the day I get out of jail because I’ll come for your entire family.” What Lucy didn’t realize was that these men were heirs to Sancho’s wealthiest families, accustomed to throwing their weight around and bullying others. This was the first time they’d ever been humiliated–and by a woman. Rich kids fear nothing but death, but for Lucy, death was the least of her fears. After being beaten twice and threatened with their lives, these pampered heirs were quickly silenced. Strangely, they seemed to develop a twisted kind of admiration for Lucy. Despite their fear, they couldn’t help but be awed by her wild, fearless nature. In private, they found themselves respecting her, albeit with terror and reluctance … Read more