Yolanda looked at Daisy, who was standing there, and took a deep breath. “What brings you to the hospital?”
Daisy shook the medication in her hand. “I’m here to pick up some prescriptions. Remember I had some mental health issues before? I’m doing much better now.”
Yolanda reached out and ruffled Daisy’s hair, treating her like a little sister. “Daisy, do you have any drugs that can amplify emotions? Like something that could make an angry person lose control?”
Daisy narrowed her eyes, recalling that Yolanda had asked her for medication once before.
Noticing her hesitation, Yolanda shrugged. “I’m not a good person, and I’ve told you that before. If someone hits me, I’m going to hit back.”
Daisy glanced around and whispered, “Yeah, I have a close senior who works here at the hospital–she studied pharmacology. I’ll go find her and get it for you, but keep this between us. If anyone finds out, she could lose her job.”
Stuff like that isn’t supposed to be out on the market. Every gram is carefully tracked, and sneaking them out
isn’t easy.
Yolanda hugged her, her tone calm. “Don’t worry. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn’t tell.”
Daisy trusted her. She wasn’t sure why–maybe it was the way Yolanda looked at her, so honest and stubborn.
It felt like if Yolanda wanted something done, she’d make it happen no matter what. That kind of energy just rubbed off on people.
Once Yolanda got the meds, she jumped in her car. She just had a feeling this stuff would come in handy someday.
She headed straight for Ian’s set. He’d been trending non–stop lately, and as her only talent, she couldn’t afford to take her eyes off him.
Even now, she still couldn’t figure Ian out. He acted all cold in public, but when it was just the two of them, he burned hot as magma. She just couldn’t read him at all.
When she got to the set, Simone was busy coaching two actors through their scene, while lan sat off to the side, quietly resting.
Most of the other talents had assistants buzzing around them, but as Ian’s assistant, Yolanda was rarely glued
to his side.
So, on set, Ian usually ended up flying solo.
Whenever Yolanda came to the set, she’d throw on a mask and a hat–no way was she letting anyone recognize her.
She walked up behind Ian and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
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Ian was tall, with striking features and a strong presence. He turned around with his usual cool expression, but the moment he saw her, his eyes lit up and he looked like a puppy wagging its tail.
“Ms. Grant,” he called out softly.
She pressed a finger to her lips. “On set, call me Tessa. Now that you’re getting more famous, people are watching you. In public, you need to keep your distance from your assistant–slash–manager.”
His Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed, his voice husky. “What about when it’s not in public?”
Yolanda was at a loss for words for a moment, her cheeks growing warm.
She quickly grabbed a bottle of ice water and set it in front of him. “Here, drink this.’ I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. Look at everyone else—they’ve got assistants all over them. You’re out here on your own, no one to cool you off when it’s hot or toss you a blanket when it’s chilly. I guess I should think about bringing in more help. Plus, Megan’s pregnant, so she probably won’t be coming to the studio for a while.”
“Megan’s pregnant?”
His eyes widened in surprise, but he just quietly twisted open the water bottle. “I can handle it. I’m tougher
than that.”
Yolanda watched him tilt his head back to drink, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. She quickly looked away. “I’ll try to be around more until we get someone else on board. Before I came, I had a van ordered for you. That way, when you get tired between scenes, you can rest in the car.”
Anyway, Charles had just handed her ten million dollars, which was more than enough to keep lan well taken care of.
Ian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he nodded. “Mm–hmm.”
It was Ian’s turn for the next scene. He set his water bottle aside, touched up his makeup, and got ready to go
- on.
He was playing a street thug, and when he gripped the steel pipe, his face was all menace. The vivid red scar slashed across his cheek, and there was a savage beauty in his brutality.
Yolanda stood there with her arms crossed, watching, when she heard the leading lady talking nearby.
“He’s got some serious acting chops. Hand him my hotel card later,” she said, twirling her hair.
Her name was Raelyn Cullen, a rare combination of talent and beauty. No wonder Simone had picked her.
Simone had always had high standards, especially when it came to the leads.
Raelyn had just snagged an award recently, and if some tabloid rumors linked her with Ian, it would only boost his career.
Yolanda sat quietly to the side, saying nothing.
By the time Ian finished his scene and came back, Yolanda was already holding the hotel key card Raelyn’s
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The agent’s tone was cool and all business. “As a fellow manager, you know what this is about.”
Yolanda nodded. She knew.
Raelyn was clearly trying to get Ian into her bed–and maybe get some headlines out of it too.
Hookups like this were just another day in showbiz–totally normal in the industry.
Raelyn adjusted her sunglasses, a sly smile on her lips. “I’ll be waiting for him tonight.”
With that, she left with her agent, even her back giving off major boss vibes.
Ian came over to Yolanda, noticing the card in her hand but having no idea what it was.
Yolanda tucked the card away, a faint smile on her lips. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
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When they stepped outside the set, the six–hundred–thousand–dollar van she’d ordered was already waiting.
She opened the door and peeked inside. She’d picked out every detail herself, and everything was made from the best materials. There was no strong leather smell–just a light touch of perfume lingering in the air.
She glanced at Ian. “So, what do you think? You like it?”
Ian climbed in, and the next second, he reached out and dragged her in too.

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.