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...
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?