My eight years 10

Chapter 10%  Yes. The moment Everett knelt before me, I truly felt fear. It struck me then–maybe I had never truly known this man.”  He was willing to risk his life for power, willing to cast aside his dignity and kneel before me.“]  If not for that bet that we made six months ago–If my … Read more

My eight years 9

It was as if Everett had forgotten–he joined the Richardson Group as my father’s personal assistant.  I still remember the first time he spoke at the company’s annual gala. He stood on stage and said confidently, “I believe men are more suited to be personal assistants than women–braver, more decisive, more rational…“)  He listed a … Read more

My eight years 8

That was how I showed my determination to be with Everett.§  And, as I expected, my father didn’t stop us again.§  We naturally began dating, and eventually, we got married.”  In the beginning, our love story was the talk of the entire social circle.  Everyone said we were a living fairytale- couple who shattered the … Read more

My eight years 7

I looked at my exhausted, hollow–eyed father by my side–and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears poured out as I broke down in sobs.  After a long while, I reached my trembling hand slowly toward my belly.  The moment my fingertips touched the flatness beneath the blanket, I completely collapsed.  “Dad… the baby…”  … Read more

My eight years 6

It was said that those who tried to investigate my father never returned.  In those early years, when others saw the Richardson family’s business crumbling, many tried to frame or sabotage him. But every single time–before they even made a move–their own businesses suffered a backlash a hundredfold.}  In just three short years, my father … Read more

My eight years 5

The blood drained from everyone’s face as they heard that voice.  They tried to turn around, but the cold press of gun barrels against their heads froze them in place.  Everett’s expression collapsed in an instant. He looked toward the cold storage room and shouted furiously, “Laura! What the hell are you up to?! Haven’t … Read more

My eight years 4

Seeing Everett explode with rage, the people behind him didn’t dare utter another word.”  They silently turned the freezer’s temperature down to negative 100 degrees.}  In an instant, a wave of bone–chilling wind blasted through the air vents, hitting me like knives made of frost.  The cold robbed me of speech–my teeth chattered uncontrollably, and … Read more

My eight years 3

“Everett, pouring water over ice will make it stick to skin like glue,” she said timidly. “If she moves even a little, her flesh will tear. She’s due any day now–something terrible could happen…”  His hand, mid–gesture, paused in the air.  He hesitated.§  But before the moment could shift, a soft, pitiful voice came from … Read more

My eight years 2

Fainted from the cold?    All I did was turn on the air conditioner for thirty minutes. When I left Everett’s office, Maeve was still smiling, making plans with her girlfriends to hit the bar that evening.§  I opened my mouth to explain–but Everett’s expression became indifferent in an instant. His voice dropped several degrees … Read more

My eight years 1

Eight months pregnant, I went to Everett’s office to deliver some documents.  The temperature inside was scorching 46°C. Just as I reached to turn on the air conditioner, his secretary stopped me.§  “Ma’am,” she said sweetly, “I’m on my period. I get cold easily–please don’t turn it on.“}  I glanced sideways at her. My baby … Read more