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It was almost midnight; his birthday was just half an hour away.
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Yolanda turned away, her smooth hand pressed lightly against his chest, gently pushing him back. “I’ve got something for you,” she said.
She took out the gift box with the ear studs and set it down in front of him. “Open it and see.”
Instantly, Ian’s eyes lit up and a small smile curved his lips. He opened the box, saw the ear studs, and handed it over to her.
“Put them on for me,” he said, leaning closer. “I’ve got another scene in an hour and a half.”
A bold red like his could totally pull off these studs.
The act of putting the ear studs on was practically electric–he sat in the chair, watching his own reflection in
the mirror.
Yolanda opened the box and set it aside. She carefully removed his old studs and replaced them with the new ones she’d bought.
Her scent drifted over, and it sent heat coursing through him.
She handled him with such care, like she was afraid of hurting him.
Ian kept quiet, his gaze fixed on Yolanda’s fingers, and didn’t move a muscle until she’d fastened both studs.
He took a quick look in the mirror–sitting there with that wild red hair and the silver–blue studs, his face looked sharper, even more unforgettable. The new accessories just made him pop.
Yolanda leaned in from behind, her breath warm by his ear. “Well? Pretty handsome, right?”
The studs might’ve been icy and cool, but they shimmered with a luxury vibe. On someone this good- looking, they couldn’t steal the spotlight–they simply made him stand out even more.
Ian leaned back in his chair, lifting his chin up in that teasing way, and tugged Yolanda down toward him.
Yolanda, standing behind him, was gently pulled forward, and just like that, she found herself swept into a
tender kiss.
When it was over, she checked her phone–it was midnight.
“Happy birthday, Jan,” she whispered, her words melting with affection.
Ian spun his chair around, his eyes tracing a slow path from her neck down to her waist, then lingering on her legs hidden beneath her casual pants.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he reached out, his hand settling gently on her thigh. “I’ve got a gift for you too, but you’ll have to wait until I get home.”
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He was sure she’d love it.
But he still had a shoot to finish, and it wouldn’t wrap up until around five in the morning.
“Ms. Grant, could you wait for me at the villa?” he asked, his voice low, tinged with hope.
The villa he mentioned was the place he’s staying at now.
Yolanda nodded, noticing Charles had already called twice, but she didn’t pick up.
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She gently patted Ian’s head. “Alright, just focus on filming. Once I join Starlight, I’ll find you an assistant.”
Letting him handle everything alone was never a good idea–he’d get hurt too easily.
Ian wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I don’t want an assistant.”
He just wanted her.
She could tell now–the more she spoiled him, the more he asked for.
It was like he was constantly pushing, seeing how far she’d let him go.
His chin pressed against her, gaze sliding upward, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Not allowed?”
Yolanda tweaked his ear. “Ian, are you hiding something from me?”
Ian stiffened for a moment, a subtle pause betraying him. “No,” he replied quickly.
Yolanda let out a light, teasing sound, brushing a gentle kiss against his ear stud. “I’ll wait for you at your place,” she promised.
Ian’s hand drifted downward, his fingertips lazily drawing circles over the curves of her body, his Adam’s apple working as he swallowed–twice.
He carried a kind of rare, youthful vibe–almost pure, like he hadn’t been tainted by the world yet.
Yolanda turned away, letting out a soft yawn. “I’m heading out. I need to set aside some time for Starlight soon. If anything comes up, just message me.”
“Ms. Grant, kiss me again, please?” Ian pleaded, his voice soft and just a little bit whiny.
Yolanda thought to herself, I’ve never met a guy who could act this cute–especially with that ice–cold, arrogant face of his. The contrast is unreal.‘
She ended up pressed against the door, locked in another ten minutes of kisses before she finally managed to break free, slipped on her mask, and drove off.
Once she got in the car, she finally called Charles back.
Charles’s voice was chill, almost distant. “Where are you?”
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“I’m at Aunt Simone’s, picking her brain about a few things,” she replied smoothly.
With Simone as her witness, Charles wouldn’t worry she was up to anything.
Plus, since she was about to start at Starlight, it made sense to learn a thing or two from Simone.
“Honey, I’m crashing at Aunt Simone’s set tonight. I’ll be back in the morning,” she added.
“Working that hard, huh?” Charles asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I just don’t want you looking down on me,” she shot back, her tone playful.
Charles gave a low laugh and ended the call.
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Yolanda made her way to the villa. She’d already stashed a bunch of clothes in the guest room that morning, so after a quick shower, she crashed on the bed.
She’d been deep into Starlight’s materials these past few days, and tonight was no exception–she dug through files for another half hour before finally falling asleep.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out when someone started nudging her awake.
She opened her eyes to find Ian sprawled at her bedside, the ear studs she gave him glinting on his ears, wild red hair vibrant as ever. His face was so flawless and sharp, he looked less like a man and more like a devilish fox spirit who only showed up after dark.
Just as she tried to fall back asleep, he caught her hand and brought it to his lips.
He nipped gently at her fingertips, and in that instant, she snapped wide awake—there was no way her nerves could ignore that.
Seriously, who could keep sleeping in this situation? Especially with this guy–a fox demon disguised as a man, pure trouble and impossible to resist.
Yolanda was about to ask what he was trying to do, but with the bedside lamp throwing warm light over everything, the whole vibe was way too suggestive–she could practically feel the tension in the air.
Ian cupped her wrist, slowly guiding her hand from his own lips, down to his chest.
He kept moving, letting her fingertips trace down over his chest, all the way to his waist and abs, where she could feel the taut lines and the faint pulse of veins beneath his skin.
It was only then that Yolanda realized there was something encircling his waist.
Her eyes flew wide open when she saw a silver chain hanging low across his hips, glinting in the soft lamplight.
With that killer body and the sultry chain wrapped around his waist, any normal woman would’ve had a nosebleed on the spot–this was just too much to handle.
Ian’s gaze burned into her, hungry and a little dangerous. “Do you like it?” he murmured, his voice a teasing
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Yolanda’s fingers instinctively drew back, but ended up flicking the warm chain–she hadn’t even meant to, it just happened.
The chain fell back into place, leaving a lingering, shivery trace across his bare skin.
“Heard some folks in the crew saying girls totally lose it over stuff like this,” Ian tossed out, eyes locked on her, shameless and self–assured.
Yolanda was a woman, after all–who wouldn’t go crazy for a sight like that?
Her heart thudded, and she suddenly felt a wave of heat–all flustered and way too warm to be normal.
Ian’s abs and that sharp Adonis belt flexed with every slow breath, the dim light making those lines look even sexier, almost unreal.
Seriously, this was enough to make anyone lose control.
She finally gave in and reached out to touch him, letting herself get swept away.
There was a sly glint of triumph in Ian’s eyes, the look of someone who’d just gotten exactly what he wanted. “I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and playful.
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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.
