His feelings for her were love at first sight. Ricard William took care of her when she was only six months old. His domineering nature meant that from the beginning, he was determined to live with her, never leaving her side. Throughout this process, anyone she had feelings for, he killed. There was even a time when he broke her leg for trying to escape. Ricard, being a lonely person, realized he needed someone to warm his heart. Only she made him feel less lonely and happier. He knew her from when she was six months old, easily recognizing her uniqueness, and decided to raise her, making her life entirely under his control. No one was allowed to interfere in his and her matters. Because of her youth, she wanted to be free, and once when she tried to escape, he threatened her without mercy. Will she find happiness with this man?
Night.
A light drizzle fell, and the wind rustled the branches, producing strange sounds. The small two-story house was shrouded in darkness. About a hundred meters away were several black cars, the person in the first car exuding an exceptionally powerful aura.
Ten minutes later, a man in his forties came out of the little house. In one hand, he held an umbrella while cradling a few-month-old newborn girl in the other. His face was stiff, and his steps were heavy.
The man struggled to reach the first car, where several bodyguards in black suits jumped out and surrounded him. The car window slowly lowered, revealing an elderly face. Although the old man was over fifty, he exuded a regal demeanor.
"Master, I present your granddaughter," the middle-aged man bowed slightly, his voice filled with reluctance. The old man gestured, and a bodyguard came to open the car door, taking the baby girl from the middle-aged man's arms and handing her to the master.
The old man's expression was terrifyingly cold. Ignoring the man, he shut the car door and closed the window. The baby girl, removed from the familiar arms, started crying as soon as she was in the car.
A ten-year-old boy sitting next to the old man reached out to hold the baby. "Abigail, don't cry!" The child, though only ten, spoke with maturity beyond his years, his face serious and cold.
Hearing these four words, the old man's icy face softened a bit. Indeed, this six-month-old baby girl had made the boy speak for the third time. Strangely, the baby seemed to have a connection with the boy, as his words immediately stopped her from crying.
"Abigail! Good girl." The boy, expressionless, patted the baby girl's head. At that moment, not only did the girl stop crying, but she also smiled, her rosy lips puckering as drool dripped from her mouth.
The boy took out a handkerchief and wiped the drool from the baby's lips, his gaze peculiar. Despite being only ten years old, his face lacked any childish innocence; instead, his eyes carried a cold and murderous aura.
"Ricard, you've got this child as you wished. I hope you'll keep your word," the old man spoke, not understanding what attracted his grandson to the child. "Stop the nonsense," the boy scoffed, looking at him disdainfully.
The old man's words were highly disrespectful, yet instead of anger, the old man smiled-a rare sight. The conversation between the grandfather and grandson in the car was unusual, especially the boy's attitude, which was even colder than the rain outside.
The rain grew heavier, and the cars gradually disappeared into the downpour. The middle-aged man remained where he was, his eyes wet with rain, staring helplessly ahead. "My daughter, you've only been in this world for six months, and now you have to leave your parents. When you grow up, don't blame the family; we were forced into this." The man murmured.
...
Eight years later, in country A.
On the deck of a luxurious yacht, a young man in a black coat leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance. A cold figure stood in the back, his face hidden. His long coat fluttered in the wind, and his hair was tousled, exuding a lonely and sinister aura.
Several bodyguards stood beside the young man. Despite the icy wind blowing, none dared to advise him to go inside the cabin. The yacht continued to glide along the river, the surrounding mountains passing by quickly. The young man's eyes never blinked. Against the wind, his hair gently blew forward, looking somewhat unnatural. Suddenly, he turned his head, revealing a clear view of his face.
A face as cold as carved from stone, narrow phoenix eyes lacking any seductive charm, yet exuding a faint chill of danger. "Is the old man really dying?" The moment he spoke, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze, dropping the temperature to its lowest point.
"Yes, master," Henry finally looked up, but still dared not meet the young master's gaze, despite the boy being only eighteen. The young man lowered his eyes, admiring the ring on his left hand, a slight smile on his lips, "Not much difference."
His words revealed no emotion. In theory, the old man was his grandfather, and as the only remaining relative, he should feel sorrow at the impending death, but he appeared indifferent. Henry could only sigh inwardly. Having followed the young master for over a decade, he knew the young man let no one into his heart, except for the doll-like girl.
Oh, no.
The girl had grown up, now an eight-year-old girl. The young man finally moved, leaving the deck. As he walked, he asked, "What has she done in the two days I've been away?" Henry, following behind, knew exactly who the young master referred to.
"The young lady..." He hesitated but quickly continued, "She said she wanted to go to school like other normal children." "She's grown up," the young man replied indifferently, entering the cabin.
In the cabin, the male servant saw the young master enter and immediately brought the prepared refreshments. The young man glanced at the fruit on the tray, noticing the red cherries, her favorite. Thinking of her rosy face and soft lips, his expression softened momentarily, but the smile quickly faded, returning to his haughty demeanor.
He reached for a cherry, popping it into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste. He didn't know how many cherries he had eaten when the yacht docked. Surrounded by several bodyguards, the young man disembarked. On the shore, a large crowd stood respectfully, parting to make way for him.
This was a river on a small private island, with imposing buildings amidst the mountains. The mountains were not tall, but the stone steps were enough to show the extraordinary status of the owner. The young man walking up the stone steps was indeed the master of this small island. Though he had no parents, he had a grandfather who commanded both the black and white worlds, the cold mafia boss. In a few days, he would become the new master of the island, a new mafia boss.
Each person is born with a predetermined destiny. When she was just born, due to a doctor's mistake, she went from being a wealthy heiress to an orphan. Although Charlotte was found by the Watts family three years ago, things did not turn out as she had hoped. She couldn't integrate into this new family; everything was too different. She didn't feel any love from the people she called father and mother. Charlotte had to live carefully, suppressing her individuality and enduring her days. She thought that by doing so, she might gain a bit of affection, but no. They only saw her as a commodity. Charlotte's life took a different turn when she erased her name and replaced her sister to get married… "If you don't consider me your daughter, then later, please don't blame this daughter for being heartless!" Charlotte stood up abruptly, with not a single tear in her eyes. It was they who plotted against her first, they who pushed her into a marriage full of schemes, they who wronged her...
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.