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Yolanda felt the cool night breeze brushing against her cheeks, and it actually lifted her mood a bit. Realizing Leo was still lurking nearby, she couldn’t help but frown. ‘What’s he still hanging around for?‘ she wondered.
“Leo, what the hell do you want?” Yolanda snapped, unable to hold back her irritation.
‘Seriously, did he really chase me outside in the middle of the night just to throw a few insults? There’s no way it’s just for that,‘ she thought to herself.
Yolanda’s mind was a bit foggy, and Leo’s words made her pause. ‘Wait, does he mean I can do whatever I want right now?‘ The question bounced around in her half–tipsy head, and she just stared at him for a second, not quite sure if she’d heard him right.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but she leaned back, feeling a little dizzy. “Uh… well…”
‘I mean, it all depends on what he actually wants,‘ she thought warily. ‘No way he expects me to help him chase after Joelle Monroe. I would never agree to something like that.’
But before she could even get the words out, Leo couldn’t wait any longer and lunged in to kiss her.
Yolanda had dealt with this twice already, so she instantly slapped her hand over her mouth, stopping him in
his tracks.
Leo just switched targets and started smooching her hand, showering it with a whole bunch of noisy pecks, not bothered in the slightest.
The sound only made Yolanda’s head swim even more, and as she tried to turn away, Leo just got more fired up and eagerly pressed kisses to her neck.
She finally came to her senses and slapped him—hard—right across the face.
She didn’t hold back at all; five bright finger marks bloomed across his cheek.
“Leo, it’s not like there’s some huge grudge between us. Why do you have to humiliate me like this?” Yolanda yelled, her voice trembling with anger.
Leo hung his head, licking the blood off the corner of his mouth. Damn, that hurt.
But what really pissed him off was that he’d taken the slap and still didn’t get a kiss out of it.
Leo scoffed, “Humiliate you? Seriously?”
“A couple kisses on your hand count as humiliation now?”
“Then what do you call all that stuff you do with your little boyfriend?”
Leo pressed his lips together, frustration all over his face. “Yeah, I’m humiliating you. So what? It’s not like you’re choosy about who gets to kiss you anyway! What’s the deal with you and that Maine guy? I heard his girlfriend tearing into you just now.“”
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“Just who the hell are you to grill me about this? What, you think you have some kind of authority over me?” Yolanda fired back, voice trembling with fury.
Yolanda was so angry she felt dizzy, but Leo stalled for a few seconds before suddenly jumping up and shouting, “Why do you care? I just love sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong! I’m worried you’ll piss off Charles, and when he goes off, no one’s gonna be there to bury what’s left of you!”
Yolanda let out a bitter laugh, more exasperated than amused, and started to walk away.
But Leo suddenly pulled her into a hug, pressing his face heavily against her neck. “Don’t go…” he murmured, his voice muffled and desperate against her skin.
Just then, her phone rang–it was Charles.
Yolanda shoved Leo away, quickly answered the call, and stepped into the elevator. “I’m on my way down. Yeah, everything’s fine.”
The elevator doors slid shut, and she didn’t even glance back at Leo’s face.
When Leo returned to the private room, Xavier was busy apologizing to the girl. “I swear, I’ll beat the crap out of him when we get back.”
Just as he finished speaking, Xavier spotted Leo walking in–now sporting a huge, red handprint splashed across his face.
“Damn it!” Xavier cursed. “Who the hell slapped you?”
Leo might be a total screw–up, lazy as hell, and good for nothing, but the only people allowed to slap him around were the Lawson family.
Leo was annoyed as hell, so he plopped down in a chair nearby. “Are we done eating yet? Can I bail now?”
Seeing Leo looking so down, Xavier hustled the girl out to her car, then came back and plopped himself right across from his brother, all business now.
“Alright, spill it–got your eye on someone? Was it her who laid that smack on you?” Xavier asked, eyebrow raised.
Xavier knew his brother too well. Leo always acted chill, like nothing ever got to him, but truth was, he had a major attitude. If anyone pissed him off, he’d snap right back on the spot.
But now, Leo just sat there with that big ol‘ handprint on his face, not a flicker of anger, not even talking about payback. The only way he’d take that lying down was if it’d come from a girl he really liked.
“Shit!” Xavier muttered to himself. “My kid brother actually likes someone?”
‘No way, Leo’s got a crush?‘
“Who is she? Look at you finally growing up! If Mom, Dad, and Grandma hear about this, they’ll lose their minds with joy. You should’ve said something earlier–would’ve saved you from all those dumb blind dates. Come on, tell me who it is! I swear, I’ll tie her up and toss her into your bed if that’s what it takes!”
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Leo knew Xavier was just joking around, but hell, if he actually blurted it out, Xavier would probably haul him straight over to Charles and make him kneel and confess for coveting his own brother’s girl.
‘Lusting after your brother’s woman? God, I freaking deserve to be thrown in a cage and dumped in the river,‘ Leo cursed to himself.
It was all Yolanda’s fault–why did she have to be so damn gorgeous, so fun to mess with, and have lips that just begged to be kissed?
Annoyed as hell, Leo gave himself a quick slap on the forehead.
Xavier narrowed his eyes. “Seriously, who the hell has you so messed up right now?”
“Nobody! I don’t like anyone, alright?” Leo shot back, maybe a little too fast.
‘Me? Into Yolanda? As if! There’s no way in hell I like her. What a joke,’ Leo sneered inwardly, convincing himself with every word.
‘As if! That’d only happen if I drop dead, Leo scoffed to himself.
When Yolanda finally got back to the car, Charles was clearly getting antsy.
As soon as she climbed in, he told Jack to hit the road and then pulled her into his arms.
Yolanda was right beside him, but her mind was already off in work mode. Frank Doyle’s shares were practically hers now–just one last obstacle left, Eric Long.
She closed her eyes and deliberately put on a troubled, anxious look.
Charles cupped her face in his hands. “What’s wrong? Not happy?”
“No way, I’m actually super happy for Megan–she’s just being a worrywart. With all the drama online lately, she’s scared I’m gonna end up all messed up in the head,” Yolanda replied.
Charles totally knew what was blowing up on the internet, but he purposely stayed out of it. It wasn’t because he couldn’t be bothered–it was because Yolanda insisted on taking care of Starlight’s business herself and wanted to prove she could really do it.
‘If I don’t let her trip up a little out there, how’s she ever gonna figure out how lucky she is to have a husband like me?’ Charles thought.
Yolanda rested her head on his shoulder. “Honey, Megan kept my studio afloat for two years straight. Eric’s mom actually grew up in the same town as her. Back when Megan was just a kid with no parents, Eric’s mom’s family really looked after her. Honestly, I still feel a bit guilty about it, so when Megan begged me to go easy on Eric, I said yes–I just couldn’t turn her down.”
This was a story she’d barely managed to scrape together. Eric’s mom was actually Frank Doyle’s sister, and she’d passed away ages ago. At least the part about being from the same hometown as Megan was true.
As for everything else? Totally made up.
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Charles always felt guilty about Megan, so he’d never bother digging into the details. He just wanted all the drama with her to be over already.
Sure enough, Charles frowned, a trace of frustration flickering across his face. ‘Of all people, why did it have to be someone from Megan’s hometown?‘ he grumbled inwardly.
Yolanda nuzzled up against his arm. “Megan and I are super tight–she’s been a total mess lately, what with her kid and husband drama. I just wanna see her smile again, okay? Pretty please? Babe, you’re honestly the best.”
Charles leaned back and slid an arm around her waist.
“So… you really want me to let Eric go?”
“Yeah, his uncle is actually a top exec at Starlight. And since Megan asked me, I figured I’d do her a favor and maybe build some good connections–two birds, one stone. What do you think?” Yolanda said.
Charles had definitely already looked into the whole Eric Long and Frank Doyle situation.
If Yolanda didn’t mention it herself, he’d definitely get suspicious.
But by tying those two things together, he’d drop his doubts completely.
Charles was drawn to the playful glint in her eyes and let out a soft chuckle. “You clever little thing.”
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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.
