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Daisy’s expression kept shifting; she’d been bullied by this mentor for a long time and even developed depression.
She dreamt of being pinned down every night, waking up terrified.
Dominic shouted, “You slut, do you think I’m really scared of that video? The principal is my relative, I—”
Before he could finish, Daisy lifted her leg and delivered a fierce kick.
Dominic let out a howl of pain.
For a moment, a spark lit in her eyes as if she found something amusing. She kicked even harder.
The man quickly stopped moving on the ground, like a dead pig.
Yolanda pulled her back into the car, and Daisy trembled as she straightened her clothes.
They both fell silent for a moment, and finally Yolanda said, “Call your dad to let him know you’re safe. He’s worried about you.”
Daisy pressed her lips together and slowly took out her phone.
Her wrists were covered with marks from being tied up, showing how desperately she had struggled.
She lowered her lashes and said, “I don’t want to call.”
Yolanda didn’t press further and took out her phone, calling Hu Tong herself.
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, he suddenly spoke hoarsely, “I’ve let her down.”
When their daughter confided in him about her troubles, he was always too busy with work and told her to bear it.
Over time, she grew more and more withdrawn and quiet.
From now on, she would never tell him about school again. He still thought she had become sensible, not realizing that as a doctor, his daughter’s mental illness had already become so severe.
He was only focused on making money, believing that as long as he gave her enough, it could make everything.
up for
After hanging up the phone, Yolanda asked, “Should I take you back?”
Then she suddenly remembered that Daisy might have a way to get the type of medicine she wanted now since she was studying at medical school and was very talented.
“Daisy, I want to kill someone. Can you get that kind of medicine? That person is currently recovering in the hospital.”
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Daisy’s eyelashes trembled as she calmly turned her gaze to look at Yolanda.
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Yolanda returned her gaze gracefully, “I won’t let her out of the hospital. If you don’t have it, I’ll ask someone else.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Daisy slowly released her grip. The packet of medicine in her hand was squeezed tight, even slightly misshapen.
“If no one saves me tonight, I’ll go down with him.”
Yolanda took the medicine, a slight smile curling at the corner of her mouth. “So foolish. His life isn’t worth as much as yours. Remember, next time you face something like this, protect yourself first, then think about how to take a piece out of him. Even if he succeeds tonight, don’t let this make you feel miserable or ashamed. Purity means nothing compared to life.”
Daisy Thornton froze all over, then suddenly smiled, “What’s your name?”
“Yolanda.”
“From the Grant family?”
“Yes.”
It seemed Hu Tong had told her some gossip.
Daisy closed her eyes and said hoarsely, “A woman from the Grant family swearing? My dad mentioned you— gentle and poised, a true lady from a distinguished family, the epitome of high society. He wanted me to learn from you. He said you’d pave the way for me, maybe even help me take a leap forward.”
No wonder she didn’t like Hu Tong. Hu Tong was too deeply involved with high society, always calculating benefits.
Yolanda lowered her lashes, “I’ll take you back.”
After sending Daisy back, she handed the medicine to the hospitalized Michael Finnian.
Now it depended on whether he could succeed.
But she didn’t expect that Vivian’s uncle, Dominic, would arrive so soon.
And he acted without any hesitation.
Charles was still two weeks away from returning from his business trip. Three days later, right after Yolanda escorted lan into the crew, she turned around and saw a man with a scar across his face.
The large vase above shook twice, almost hitting her head.
Her expression changed slightly, a lingering fear in her heart.
The man wore leather shoes, his eyes looking down on her as if she were an insignificant ant. “You’re Yolanda?”
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Vivian said this woman shouldn’t be allowed to live.
She pressed her lips together, holding her bag, and nodded slightly.
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The man looked sturdy and tough, obviously an overweight guy who worked out. His eyes scanned her recklessly before handing her a business card.
“Come hang out with me tonight. If you keep me satisfied, I’ll make your death a quick one.”
That was a hotel room card.
Before Yolanda could reach out to take it, Dominic’s calloused fingertips slowly dropped the card, which floated lightly to the floor.
“Yolanda, to me, you’re like a high–class prostitute. Don’t be clueless.”
Yolanda had been married to Charles for two years and rarely went out.
She knew no one in this circle respected her, but who was this wanted man hiding out in Raventon to judge
her?
She found it amusing and picked up the card from the floor.
But Dominic had already turned and walked away.
She took a photo of the card and sent it to Charles.
Charles called back. He probably was busy over there, but his tone was still calm and indifferent.
“Feeling like staying in a hotel?”
Her voice was timid and a bit hesitant. “Vivian’s uncle asked me to keep him company. Honey, I’m a little scared.”
A shadow darkened Charles’s eyes.
Yolanda knew he was angry.
“You go back to Moonbay Estate. I’ll handle it.”
After saying this, he added, “Miss me?”
She’s been out for so long, and she hasn’t called even once.
Charles finally realized she wasn’t as warm as before.
“Yes, I miss you a lot.”
She was in the bathroom at the time. When she said this, her eyes showed no emotion.
He chuckled softly, said a few sweet words, and then hung up.
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Yolanda bent over and lifted water to wash her face.
When she turned to leave the bathroom, she saw Ian standing outside.
He had just finished the opening ceremony and arrived, but he must have heard that se

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.