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“All he’s ever wanted was to get into the Sinclair family, and now that Renee can’t live without him, he just took off like this?” Charles said.
“Yeah, we managed to get his flight info,” one of the staff replied.
“Check with the airport, see if he really boarded,” Charles demanded.
“Already checked. Blake Alston did board the plane,” the staff reported.
Charles rubbed his temples, suspicion gnawing at him–did something serious just pop up for Blake out of the blue?
Just then, May called again.
“Charles, any progress catching him? Blake sure knows how to play games, huh? Pulling a disappearing act just to get us to treat him nicer. And now, with Renee so dependent on him, I bet he’ll be asking for the moon any minute!” May said.
Charles had thought exactly that at first, but now that Blake really was gone, he started to doubt whether it was all just a scheme.
May was still ranting on the phone, and Charles suddenly heard a loud crash coming from upstairs.
“Just get Blake back within half an hour, no matter what it takes. Whatever he asks for, we’ll give it to him,” May urged.
Money’s never been a problem for us anyway.
“Mom, Blake’s already left the country,” Charles said.
May sounded incredulous, almost mocking, “He just left the country? Didn’t bother to say a word to us?”
She’d thought Charles was kidding, but he wouldn’t joke at a moment like this.
May’s voice suddenly took on a worried edge. “So what do we do? Renee only wants Blake.”
Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. “If we really can’t find him, maybe we should get a psychologist over
here.”
There wasn’t much else they could do, anyway.
The Sinclair family wasted no time calling in a psychologist, but as soon as Renee realized Blake wasn’t there, she went wild–screaming, curling up on her bed, hurling pillows, smashing whatever she could grab, and more than once threatening to throw herself out the window. The whole house was thrown into chaos by her breakdown.
May tried to hold her back, but ended up with several scratches on her arm for her trouble.
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Renee tuned out everyone else, just crying out for Blake over and over again.
“You killed Blake! You all just want to ruin my life! If he doesn’t come back, I swear I’m jumping” Renee shricked at the top of her lungs.
With Rence shutting everyone out, even the psychologist couldn’t do a thing.
By now, Renee’s room was a disaster zone–barely anything was left whole, and she even chucked the food at the walls whenever someone tried to bring her a meal.
It only took half a day for the Sinclair household to turn into complete chaos–people running around, shouting, no one knowing what to do.
That’s when May remembered Yolanda. She dialed her up instantly, insisting that she needed to get back ASAP and deal with Renee.
“You need to be here within the hour. It’s on you to look after the Sinclair family,” May urged.
Yolanda was still over at Ian’s place, coordinating with a few Starlight execs.
She also had to play her part in front of Charles, so now really was the time to head over to the Sinclair house.
She stood up, put her tablet away, and made her way upstairs.
Through the open crack of a door, she heard Ian talking on the phone.
“Of course I want them to suffer. I can only feel better when they’re miserable, understand?” Ian’s voice came through.
Yolanda’s hand hesitated for a split second as she prepared to knock, but honestly, she wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Ian had such a domineering, almost menacing side to him.
Knock, knock.
She knocked twice, her tone cool and detached. “I’m heading back to the Sinclair family.”
Ian hurriedly hung up and turned around, the fierce edge in his demeanor vanishing instantly. “Leaving
now?”
“Yes.”
Ian couldn’t bear to let her leave, so he grabbed her from the hallway, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her, gently cupping her face.
Yolanda let out a muffled gasp of surprise.
He pinned her against the door; her hand pressed against his chest, trying to steady herself.
‘I swear, you can literally tell he’s gotten way better at this,‘ Yolanda thought.
“They’re going to make things difficult for you again,” Ian murmured.
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Yolanda turned her head away, feeling lan’s lips teasing along her neck. “Don’t leave any marks,” she reminded him.
Earlier, he’d been a little too eager, going over the same spots and leaving some new, deeper hickeys, practically walking a tightrope–who knew when Charles would notice?
Neither of them could risk Charles blowing up at them right now.
“I won’t, I promise,” Ian replied, a hint of mischief in his voice.
His lips grazed slowly over her skin, his lashes lowering to hide the burning heat in his gaze.
Yolanda’s phone started ringing again—this time it was Charles. She guessed he wanted her to head straight over to the Sinclair place, since he was tied up and she’d have to cover for him.
She tapped the answer button and shot Ian a warning glare.
He instantly calmed down, but couldn’t fully hold back, still stealing little pecks at her neck.
“Babe,” Yolanda greeted him.
“Yolanda, did Mom call you yet?” Charles asked.
“Yeah, Mom called. I’m heading over now. What’s going on with Renee?” Yolanda asked, acting clueless but sounding sincerely concerned.
Charles didn’t say anything for a moment. Honestly, Renee had brought this whole mess on herself, and it was probably for the best if Yolanda stayed out of the details–save her from holding any grudges.
“Her mood’s pretty rough. Go check on her, but just be careful not to get hurt yourself,” Charles said.
“Will do,” Yolanda replied.
She hung up, pried Ian’s hand off her waist, sending him a clear warning to behave.
His favorite place was always her waist–his hands fit around it perfectly. She wasn’t just skinny, she had curves that could turn anyone’s head. Just a glance was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
Yolanda needed to leave, so she tidied up her outfit in the bathroom mirror, making sure everything looked flawless and crease–free.
Ian leaned in the doorway, half–casual, his eyes locked onto her gentle, delicate profile.
He swallowed hard, muscles visibly tense as he stepped over, sliding up behind her, surrounding her between his arms and the sink.
“You’re really beautiful…” Ian murmured, his voice rough with emotion, pressing his face into Yolanda’s neck.
He breathed in her scent, voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing.
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Yolanda buttoned up her shirt, knowing when enough was enough.
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Ian lingered for a moment before pulling away, his eyes still wet at the corners. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
She just gave him a look, not denying it, then pushed him away.
“I gotta go,” Yolanda said.
He didn’t dare get in the way, just gave a soft “Okay” and hooked his pinky with hers. “Don’t forget to text me back.”
He looked genuinely worried she might not reply–with both of them so busy, texting was all they had to stay
close.
“I will,” she replied.
She gave him a quick smile and went to change in the next room–there was no way May would let her show up in this business suit.
She switched to something soft and elegant, almost debutante–like.
When Ian saw her come out in that lotus pink dress, his gaze instantly brightened.
Yolanda was about to head downstairs when he slipped his arms around her waist from behind.
“Yolanda, you’re not allowed to have any other pets but me, got it? Or else…” Ian murmured, sounding half- joking but with an edge.
Even with his playful, vulnerable tone, there was a hidden intensity in his words—something dark and fiercely possessive, lurking just beneath the surface.
Yolanda didn’t notice the hidden edge in his voice–she just went, “Mm–hmm,” while checking her phone. “Let go, it’s getting late.”
“I’m serious,” Ian said firmly.
“Yeah, got it,” Yolanda replied, brushing him off without much interest.
She barely spared him a glance as she nudged him away and headed straight downstairs.
Ian just stood there, eyes locked on her retreating figure, a complicated mix of longing and possessiveness flickering deep in his gaze, even after she’d gone.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Part 1: The Discovery of BetrayalYolanda Grant’s marriage was built on patience, sacrifice, and quiet endurance — but that illusion shattered in one night. It was late when she arrived at a dark, empty alley after receiving a mysterious message with an address. At first, she thought it was a misunderstanding. After all, her husband Charles Sinclair — a man of wealth, power, and refined taste — would never lower himself to something so vulgar. But when she saw him holding a young woman in his arms, kissing and touching her like a man possessed, every ounce of denial drained from her. Charles, the proud and disciplined businessman, was cheating — and in a filthy alleyway, no less.Part 2: The Scene of HumiliationFrom the safety of her car, Yolanda watched as the scene unfolded. The woman clinging to Charles was frail, trembling, and emotional, like a flower blooming in the mud. The surroundings — the stained floor, damp walls, and suffocating darkness — mocked everything Charles had always claimed to be. This wasn’t just infidelity; it was degradation. Yolanda’s mind swirled with disbelief. Her husband, who obsessed over class and perfection, had become a man of impulse and dirt. She didn’t confront him or make a scene; she didn’t even cry. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, numb, realizing that her marriage was already over in spirit.Part 3: Two Years of DevotionAs she sat there, flashes of the past flooded her mind. Two years of marriage — two years of her trying to please him in every way. She had known from the start that Charles didn’t love her. On their wedding day, he had made it painfully clear that his heart already belonged to another woman. Still, Yolanda married him out of hope, out of love, out of the foolish belief that devotion could melt even the coldest heart. She gave up her career, her ambitions, and her independence, just to prove she was worthy of him. She cared for him like a nurse for her patient — cooking his meals, planning his wardrobe, and tending to every detail of his life. And in return, she got nothing but distance and silence.Part 4: The Breaking PointNow, watching him entwined with another woman, everything she had built inside her — the patience, the sacrifice, the illusion — collapsed. The man she had once called her husband had become unrecognizable. He had torn off his noble mask and revealed himself as nothing more than a beast driven by desire. Yolanda felt like she’d been slapped, her dignity shattered into pieces. But instead of screaming or crying, she felt an eerie calm. Her pain was too deep to express. All she could think was: This marriage must end.Part 5: Charles’s UneaseWhile Yolanda drove home, Charles suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t know whose car it was, but unease stirred in his chest. The girl in his arms whimpered for his attention, but his mind was already elsewhere. Straightening his clothes, he pulled away coldly. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said flatly. “The company’s got big projects. I can’t afford divorce rumors right now.” His words revealed not love, but calculation — every move guided by image and control. The girl, blinded by her feelings, agreed softly, claiming she would wait. But to Charles, it was just another temporary indulgence.Part 6: The Return HomeWhen Yolanda returned home, the villa felt colder than ever. She had just come out of the shower when Charles entered the bedroom, carrying his jacket. He looked as immaculate as always — tall, handsome, commanding — but tonight, his arrogance seemed cruel. On his pristine white shirt, Yolanda noticed a faint smear of pink lip gloss. She had never worn lip gloss; she hated its stickiness. That small, shiny mark told her everything she needed to know. As she dried her hair, she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.Part 7: The Cold ConversationCharles glanced at her and asked casually, “When did you get back?”“This afternoon,” she replied.He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as if nothing had happened. “I was out playing golf tonight,” he added. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Through the reflection in the window, Yolanda saw the dirt on his back — proof that golf wasn’t the only game he’d been playing. With quiet fury, she shot back, “Then I guess you scored plenty of holes. Congrats.”Her sarcasm caught him off guard. For the first time, he frowned, slightly unsettled. He wasn’t used to this tone from her — the woman who once worshiped him now sounded indifferent, almost mocking.Part 8: His Cruel ArroganceInstead of apologizing, Charles smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you mad? I told you when we got married that I didn’t love you. If you’re that unhappy, find someone else to cheat with.” His words cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just betrayal anymore — it was humiliation. He treated her heartbreak as an inconvenience, as if her pain were irrelevant. Inside, Yolanda’s chest felt like it was being strangled with wire, every breath searing. Yet she stayed silent. Her quietness, once a sign of love, now turned into armor.Part 9: The Memory of InnocenceIn that moment, Yolanda’s mind drifted back to when she first met Charles. She was young, freshly adopted into the Grant family, and he was already the picture of perfection — disciplined, confident, untouchable. Back then, she looked at him with admiration and love. To her, he was everything she aspired to be. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this same man would someday make her feel worthless. All those years of love, of marriage, of giving — they now felt like a cruel joke.Part 10: A New Beginning Hidden in the Word “Fine”Charles chuckled when she finally said, “Fine.” To him, it was just another empty threat, another outburst that would fade with time. He kissed her cheek, confident that her love would keep her shackled to him forever. What he didn’t realize was that this time, “Fine” wasn’t surrender — it was goodbye. Behind her calm eyes, Yolanda had already made her decision. The love that once bound her had turned to ash, and from that ash, something new was forming — strength.Chapter 1 ends with Yolanda’s quiet determination to take back her life. She won’t cry or beg anymore. This time, she’ll walk away — not as a broken wife, but as a woman reborn through betrayal.
