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This was another idea from Yolanda for Michael Finnian. Today’s media no longer speaks up for ordinary people. Most reporters will do anything for traffic. When he was still a star, he enjoyed a brief period of fame.
As long as he let slip that he was willing to risk his life for justice, the media drawn to the scent would swarm.
They love to feast on the misfortune of others, as long as there’s traffic.
He had sworn to Yolanda that he would risk his life to take revenge on Vivian.
He did not disappoint her.
Yolanda watched the live stream. The camera focused on the corpse on the ground. A reporter went forward to check Michael Finnian’s pulse, and someone shouted out.
“Someone’s been killed!”
The scene instantly became chaotic, and the camera started shaking wildly.
Primecrest recently won a massive contract, and photos of Vivian shaking hands with government officials stirred up a huge buzz online, full of praise.
Now the body lay in her hospital room, and she was speechless.
Microphones were shoved in front of Vivian’s mouth. Her face turned pale, as if she wanted to faint right then and there.
She had to come up with an excuse quickly, or Primecrest would be dragged into this.
But everything happened so suddenly that she spat out blood and actually passed out.
The guards at the Andrade manor drove all the reporters out, and their angry faces were all caught on
camera.
In no time, news of Vivian, Primecrest’s CEO, committing murder trended on social media. Everyone was following the story, and at this moment, Michael Finnian’s personal Twitter automatically posted a pre- written message.
This was a condemnation of what Vivian had done years ago.
He complained about losing a leg, about Vivian’s ruthless abuse of power, and about the unfair society. He wanted to survive quietly but was thrown into the abyss without peace.
He cursed Vivian and the Andrade manor with his soul, condemning them to never recover in this lifetime.
The post was so tragic that some people even cried.
An underdog who refuses to give up, someone once glamorous but ultimately fallen into ruin, always gains more sympathy.
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Primecrest quickly became the target of widespread criticism.
Vivian was rushed into the emergency room and has not woken up yet.
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Grady Andrade stood in the hospital corridor, pounding the wall in anger, “Who on earth has such means!”
If it were just sending Michael Finnian to assassinate, that would have been easy, but the follow–up arrangements were so tight and interconnected that it was almost impossible to handle.
What did Vivian do to offend such people?
Cedric Andrade’s face also looked grim. The company got dragged into the trending topics, and its market value kept dropping.
Moreover, many members of the Andrade manor hold positions in the political circle. If this situation continues unchecked, all their statuses will be in serious jeopardy.
This move is truly ruthless; it’s hard to imagine just how deep the schemer’s cunning is.
Because Vivian hasn’t woken up yet, the Andrade manor urgently held a meeting. To protect the others‘ standing in politics, they must suppress the issue with Vivian. Otherwise, if netizens keep digging, no one will come out unscathed.
The elder of the Andrade manor spoke, “Although Vivian is capable, she must keep a low profile for now. Also, have the hospital cooperate by releasing a report claiming that Michael Finnian was the one who tried to harm Vivian and, out of fear of retaliation, slashed his own throat. As for the leg injury from years ago, just find an excuse and blame someone else.”
“Cedric, this position is yours. Vivian will guide you from behind the scenes. You have a quick temper and lack business talent, so from now on, just do whatever she tells you.”
Cedric Andrade breathed a sigh of relief–this meant his sister would rule from behind the scenes.
That’s not bad; at least their branch hasn’t lost power in the Andrade manor yet.
He didn’t notice the grim looks on the faces of the others in the Andrade manor, especially after Jonathan Andrade said those words.
When Cedric walked out of the Andrade manor, his back was drenched in sweat. He quickly asked Grady Andrade, “Dominic, you need to lay low too. You saw the looks on everyone’s faces just now–everyone wants this position. With Vivian causing this upheaval and still getting the chance to rule behind the scenes, I bet a lot of people are unhappy.”
If they stir up more trouble at this critical moment, their branch will be completely out of power in the Andrade manor.
Grady Andrade had been roaming around Raventon for so many years that the smell of blood on him was impossible to hide. Upon hearing this, he touched the gun hidden in his pants.
“Enough. I’m not blind to this situation. Let’s wait until Vivian wakes up before doing anything.”
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At the same time, the Andrade manor issued a statement confirming that the male star, Michael Finnian, died by suicide and also removed all of Vivian’s positions.
Yolanda read the message that popped up with a smile, doubting that the public would believe it.
That evening, Charles returned.
Even with Vivian in trouble, his face showed no sign of anxiety; he remained as calm as ever.
Charles had always been like this–unhurried and unruffled, as if nothing could shake him, except for the occasional moments in bed when he showed a hint of fierceness.
He casually tossed his elbow’s jacket onto the sofa, leaned his neck back, his Adam’s apple moving several times. Catching sight of Yolanda out of the corner of his eye, he patted the space beside him.
“Come here.”
This gentle yet playful gesture was more like calling over a small pet.
Yolanda didn’t walk over but poured him a glass of water.
He didn’t take it; instead, he pulled her close, trapping her in his arms. “Almost two weeks without seeing each other. Don’t you miss me?”
His lover was still being cursed by thousands. If people didn’t know his connection with Vivian, they would really think there was nothing between them.
Charles was really heartless.
She sneered inwardly but lowered her lashes. “I’ve been busy with studio matters lately.”
There was no other woman’s perfume on him tonight; that was really a first.
He held her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Why not just relax at home? Why go out and make things complicated?”
He was just stating a fact, holding her briefly before letting her go,
But that brief embrace made Yolanda’s heartache a little.
Charles was truly a master. He probably realized she’d been cold lately and deliberately showed a few seconds of vulnerability.
Women can’t stand it when a man in a high position shows weakness; it gives them a false sense of being
loved,
She stood up, her tone unchanged, “I’m going upstairs.”
“Sleeping in separate beds tonight?”
His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his neck slightly.
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Yolanda felt a sudden shock all over, her expression instantly changing.
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There was no way around it; she’d been married to Charles for two years, and he had only ever given her a pitifully small amount of romance.
She wasn’t someone without desires in this regard.
She took a deep breath and turned to go upstairs, while Charles chuckled softly on the sofa.
Yolanda felt inexplicably annoyed and went back to her room.
She went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. When she heard her phone ring, she saw it was a photo sent by Ian.
Not even Yolanda could have imagined that the quiet and cold Ian would send something like that.
And right at this critical moment.
She was so mad her mind was buzzing. She immediately blacklisted him.
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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.
