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8 Chapters
Chapter 10 Chew thoroughly img
Chapter 11 You've been fired. img
Chapter 12 Pure disgust img
Chapter 13 How are you doing img
Chapter 14 A deathly silent cage img
Chapter 15 I apologize img
Chapter 16 Useless! img
Chapter 17 How did you get in img
Chapter 18 Signs of impending death img
Chapter 19 Marry a dead man img
Chapter 20 Seeking Miracles img
Chapter 21 Please wake up quickly img
Chapter 22 Are you crazy! img
Chapter 23 Dicken woke up img
Chapter 24 You are a burden img
Chapter 25 Exposed img
Chapter 26 I'll go up by myself img
Chapter 27 I got married img
Chapter 28 What happened img
Chapter 29 A little 'accident' img
Chapter 30 Please img
Chapter 31 Stealing img
Chapter 32 What is this img
Chapter 33 Leave him img
Chapter 34 She's manipulating you! img
Chapter 35 How to deal with him img
Chapter 36 Clean up the family img
Chapter 37 You hit me! img
Chapter 38 Stop! img
Chapter 39 Competition img
Chapter 40 You can't play anymore img
Chapter 41 Sell them! img
Chapter 42 It's really beautiful img
Chapter 43 Stay away from me img
Chapter 44 I took it seriously img
Chapter 45 Attraction img
Chapter 46 I am so sorry! img
Chapter 47 You overestimate yourself img
Chapter 48 This is a trap img
Chapter 49 The saddest thing img
Chapter 50 She's waiting for me img
Chapter 51 Stop img
Chapter 52 Take responsibility yourself img
Chapter 53 Does it make you feel disgusted img
Chapter 54 Close your eyes img
Chapter 55 Sexual harassment img
Chapter 56 You guys are busy img
Chapter 57 Don't sit there img
Chapter 58 My wife is sleeping in my bed img
Chapter 59 Step on the gas, crash into it img
Chapter 60 Please don't be too harsh on her img
Chapter 61 Why do you lie img
Chapter 62 Aggressive insults img
Chapter 63 Rude img
Chapter 64 Historical value img
Chapter 65 High concentration of aphrodisiac img
Chapter 66 Accidents always happen img
Chapter 67 The illness flares up severely img
Chapter 68 Her face is only a few inches away img
Chapter 69 Your career has ended img
Chapter 70 Please, touch me, don't stop img
Chapter 71 Follow me img
Chapter 72 She was bribed. img
Chapter 73 Who gave you the guts img
Chapter 74 Exile img
Chapter 75 That's enough! img
Chapter 76 Thank you img
Chapter 77 A pathetic man img
Chapter 78 You don't need to do that. img
Chapter 79 Let me see. Please. img
Chapter 80 You did not disappoint me. img
Chapter 81 I hate her! img
Chapter 82 Of great importance img
Chapter 83 Why don't you refuse img
Chapter 84 Are you alright img
Chapter 85 Worried img
Chapter 86 Sweep out the door img
Chapter 87 Don't be so harsh. img
Chapter 88 Control the discourse img
Chapter 89 You are not afraid img
Chapter 90 Let her give it a try. img
Chapter 91 You forgot img
Chapter 92 Admiration img
Chapter 93 The Ignorant Beast img
Chapter 94 Apology img
Chapter 95 Is it really you img
Chapter 96 Stop interrogating her! img
Chapter 97 It wasn't me! img
Chapter 98 I don't want to do that! img
Chapter 99 What are you doing img
Chapter 100 That's too cruel. img
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Chapter 8 This way please

June 3rd arrived beneath a low, overcast sky.

Inside her Manhattan apartment, Ciel sat silently in front of the vanity mirror while Holly adjusted the thin layer of tulle over her dark hair. The room was quiet. No bridal party filled the apartment with laughter. No photographers crowded the windows. No reporters waited downstairs.

This wedding carried no romance.

Only escape.

Ciel wore a minimalist silk gown tailored close to her figure. No excessive lace. No glittering diamonds. No dramatic train trailing behind her. Everything about the dress was restrained, elegant, and coldly practical.

Outside the apartment building, the deep rumble of engines vibrated through the floorboards.

A convoy of black armored Maybachs had arrived.

The apartment buzzer rang.

Holly hurried to open the door.

Julian Chavez stepped inside wearing a dark charcoal suit. A white boutonnière rested neatly against his lapel, marking him as the representative of the groom's side.

He offered Ciel a polite smile.

"Since Harry is unavailable," Julian said smoothly, "I volunteered to escort you on Deacon's behalf."

Ciel felt genuine relief for the first time that morning.

Julian was calm, respectful, and, most importantly, not Harry.

She stood, gathered the skirt of her gown, and walked out of the apartment without hesitation.

The Maybach door shut softly behind her.

As the convoy moved through Manhattan traffic, Ciel sat motionless in the leather back seat. Her hands rested quietly in her lap. She never checked her phone. Never asked about the main estate. Never mentioned Harry once.

Julian watched her through the rearview mirror.

The complete indifference on her face unsettled him far more than anger would have.

An hour later, the city disappeared behind them.

The convoy turned onto a private road lined with towering redwoods. Thick fog drifted low through the forest, wrapping around the black vehicles as they climbed deeper into the property.

Then the estate appeared.

Massive security walls rose between the trees, lined with cameras, motion sensors, and armed patrol points. The structure itself looked less like a residence and more like a military fortress built from steel, glass, and stone.

The lead Maybach stopped before a circular fountain.

Heavy front doors opened.

A tall man descended the steps with the rigid posture of a soldier. His military buzz cut and black tactical clothing made him look more like private security than household staff.

"Miss Miller," he said in a deep voice. "I'm Flint Novak. General Deacon Chavez's chief aide and head of security."

His sharp eyes examined her carefully.

Ciel met his gaze without discomfort.

Flint clearly expected another fragile socialite.

Instead, he found someone calm enough to stand before him without flinching.

He turned and led her inside.

The estate interior was cold and silent. Marble floors reflected the pale light overhead. No flowers decorated the halls. No wedding atmosphere existed anywhere inside the building.

Everything smelled faintly of antiseptic and cedarwood.

"I'll have your luggage placed in the East Wing guest suites," Flint said while walking down the central corridor. "That section operates independently from the medical floor."

Ciel stopped immediately.

"No."

Flint turned.

"My luggage goes to the master bedroom."

A slight frown appeared between his brows.

"The master suite is currently functioning as a medical facility. The General requires continuous monitoring."

Ciel looked directly at him.

"I married Deacon Chavez," she said evenly. "Where my husband sleeps is where I sleep."

For several seconds, Flint said nothing.

Then the resistance in his expression eased slightly.

"Understood."

He led her deeper into the estate until they reached a set of reinforced acoustic doors at the heart of the mansion.

Flint pushed them open.

The faint sound of medical equipment filled the room.

Monitors blinked softly beside a massive king-sized bed positioned beneath tall windows.

And lying motionless at the center of it all-

was Deacon Chavez.

Ciel stepped into the room slowly.

The doors closed heavily behind her.

For the first time since her rebirth, she was finally alone with the man she had chosen over Harry Chavez.

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