A year ago, Sera Thorne found out she was nothing but a stand-in for Julian Knight’s long-lost first love. She turned right around and agreed to date her college classmate. They spent the night together, and the very next day, he dragged her home to meet his parents. “Dad, this is my girlfriend now, my future wife, Sera Thorne!” I played coy, head bowed, but my face was twisted into a knot of disgust. That’s when I realized he was Julian Knight’s adopted son. Julian’s voice was a low growl, laced with a danger I almost missed: “Sera… Thorne?” I feigned a stomach ache, then scrambled over the wall and vanished. I’d spent a year abroad, even had some subtle work done on my face, before I dared to come back. But I never expected that soon after landing, I’d be bound to Julian Knight’s bed, and then, inexplicably, married to his adopted son. Our reunion was shockingly dramatic. Right after returning home, I’d just landed a new job. My manager, without a word, pushed me into the penthouse suite on the top floor: “I had no choice. This… important person, somehow ended up here, drugged with something powerful.” “If this isn’t handled properly, I’m finished, you won’t get paid, and your mother’s medical bills won’t be covered.” The moment Julian’s eyes locked onto mine, I knew he recognized me. His gaze was deep, authoritative, even without a trace of anger. He didn’t look sedated at all. Instead, he gripped my throat. “You dared to come back?” Julian’s hand clamped over my mouth. He spoke, mostly to himself, a low, furious murmur, “And you dared to use these pathetic tricks?” That was the first time Julian had ever touched me. A night of pure madness. A year ago, I’d yearned for him, and now, it was happening in the most twisted way possible. Daylight poured in from outside. I cautiously rose. The next second, my wrist was seized brutally. He stared at me, his eyes burning with a raw, terrifying crimson. He really must hate me, right? But I never expected Julian to drag me straight to the registrar’s office. I knew something was wrong. Yet, as I was pushed into the marriage registration booth, my lips curved into an uncontrollable smile. I had to admit, a secret thrill pulsed through me. A year had passed, and I had never forgotten Julian, the first man I’d ever loved. Julian had saved me once, in a bar. Learning about my past, he’d waved a hand and sent me back to college. On my birthday, fireworks exploded across the sky, just for me. He’d said: “Sera, I wish you a smooth and easy life from now on.” On Valentine’s Day, acres of flowers bloomed, just for me. He’d said: “Sera, these are Eustoma, also known as thornless roses, symbolizing eternal love.” Could it be that after a year apart, Julian realized *I* was his true love, and he’d forgiven me? If that were the case, I could forgive him for treating me as a substitute… But the fleeting fantasy that had just bloomed was brutally ripped apart by Julian himself. “You didn’t actually think I was marrying *you*, did you?” He gripped my chin, his eyes blazing with pure hatred: “You like throwing yourself at men, don’t you? You’re so desperate to get into the Knight estate?” A cold sneer twisted his lips. “I’ll grant your wish.” The words had barely left his mouth when a group of men in dark suits stormed through the door. One of them pushed a wheelchair forward, and my eyes widened in shock. Sitting in the wheelchair was Leo Sterling! The once vibrant, carefree college student. Now, his eyes were vacant, and a drool-stained bib was tied around his neck. Julian’s voice drifted from behind me, laced with infinite coldness: “A year ago, he got into an accident looking for you, and he became like this.” My knees buckled, sending me straight to the floor. Just before I hit the ground, Julian grabbed my throat, yanking me into his arms. There was no tenderness for his adopted son, only a mocking, humiliating laugh for both of us. “You should take responsibility, shouldn’t you?” I closed my eyes. Julian knew this was my sign of impatience, my urge to resist. He scoffed: “You can try to say no, but the hospital where your mother is being treated? I just bought it.” My eyes snapped open, pupils constricting in horror. “I’ll marry him.” I tried to comfort myself: there’s no hate without love. Julian was retaliating like this because he cared. But I wasn’t the type to sit back and let things happen. I wouldn’t be pushed around. In between taking our wedding photos, I sent a message to an international number: “I accept all your conditions. Help me one more time.” A voice message quickly came back. Deep and magnetic: “I’ll handle everything. I’ll pick you up in five days.”
On our wedding night, I looked at Leo Sterling’s face, still as sharply chiseled as ever. He bore no resemblance to Julian Knight at all—one was reserved and composed, the other bright and cheerful. Despite a sixteen-year age gap, who would have thought they were adopted father and son? I sighed and reached out, covering Leo’s clear, innocent eyes. “You’re such a fool. Why did you come looking for me? If I needed money, I would have come back myself.” Back then, I had just returned to college, and Leo had been instantly smitten. If Julian was a seasoned player in the game of love, Leo was like a clumsy newcomer. He had cautiously shown me affection, awkwardly pursuing me. I only had to crook my finger, and the boy would rush to me impatiently. But I was a bad woman. My conscience had long been lost on the path I’d taken to get here. I truly only saw Leo as a pawn to be used. Watching Leo in his vacant, simple state, I closed my eyes. Then, I kicked him onto the floor. With a thud, Leo hit his head and fell unconscious. In the next room, the sounds of a man and woman making love paused for a moment. Then, the rhythm grew even more intense. I turned off the lights, a bitter ache in my heart. Julian’s first love was back. Tonight was my wedding night with Leo, and it was Julian’s reunion with his ‘white moonlight.’ Earlier today, the moment I stepped through the doors of the Knight estate, they looked at each other. Celeste took the suit jacket from Julian’s hand. Even seeing me, she merely raised a delicate eyebrow, not asking a single question. Julian, however, gently put his arm around her and explained: “This is Leo Sterling’s new wife, Sera Thorne.” Celeste smiled and greeted me, perfectly poised and gracious: “I’m Celeste. We’re not that far apart in age, so feel free to call me ‘Celeste’ if you’d like.” Celeste’s voice was soft, her manner refined and graceful. She stood beside Julian, perfectly matched. I had thought I wouldn’t feel pained by being a “substitute.” But the moment I saw the real deal, I understood. That year abroad, I hadn’t forgotten the pain; I’d just been too busy to dwell on it. Now that I was back, I realized it still hurt. I forced a bitter laugh. Leo’s incoherent murmurs drifted from the floor. I reached out and tossed a blanket over him. Then, I turned and went to sleep, but in my dreams, it was still Julian. What truly made me fall for Julian wasn’t his lavish spoiling, but his sheer gentleness. In my world, which was tattered and stained with ugliness, Julian seemed like a gift from the heavens. Our most intimate gesture was a simple hug. For three whole years, I finally decided to take the initiative. I’d plied Julian with warming wine, but he would rather take a cold shower than touch me. I couldn’t understand why, until I saw his wallet fall from his suit pocket. An old, yellowed photograph slipped out. I picked it up with trembling hands. The woman in the photo looked seven parts like me. That’s when I understood. Fate had always disfavored me. This was poison disguised as sweet nectar. But I still believed Julian cared for me, so I’d acted out of spite, getting together with Leo. I hadn’t known they were adopted father and son. It had all gone horribly wrong.
Before dawn, Mrs. Gable, the housekeeper, dragged me up and pushed me into the kitchen. “Mr. Knight ordered it. As a new bride, you have much to learn.” I expressionlessly shook her off and began picking vegetables. With my back turned, I tossed all the good leaves, leaving only the bitter, unwanted roots to drop into the pot. Halfway through, a sweet, clear voice suddenly called out from behind me: “Sera! I’ll join you.” Celeste, in a white house robe, looked so young, despite being quite a bit older than me. An unwelcome pang of inadequacy twisted in my gut. She had already walked to my side, her eyes curving into a smile as she spoke: “I’m just using you as an excuse to get into the kitchen. Otherwise, Julian always cooks for me, and I never get a chance to show off my own skills.” The words pierced through me like daggers, leaving me momentarily disoriented. Before, I had nothing to give Julian, so I started learning to cook. My most frequent act was bringing him meals. He would always ruffle my hair and say: “Thank you, my Sera. I promise to eat every bit.” Celeste, oblivious, continued to list all the dishes Julian had cooked for her, her tone brimming with happiness. My mind went utterly blank, a deafening roar echoing in my ears. Those were *my* memories, *my* dishes for *him*. My heart clenched, followed by a dense, suffocating ache. Julian, cooking for Celeste? The high and mighty, untouchable magnate had never done such a thing for *me*. I forced myself to stop thinking about it, turning to boil water. Still seething, I poured an entire bottle of salt into the pot. Celeste even came over to help, her innocent and kind demeanor only irritating me more. I sighed, about to wave her away, when she gasped first. “So hot!” I frowned, grabbing her hand and plunging it into a basin of ice water. The next second, a furious roar came from behind me: “You dare hurt her!” Julian walked toward us, his face so dark it could drip ink. He yanked me away. Celeste said, her eyes red, “I just accidentally burned myself.” “Don’t speak for her.” Julian’s gaze swept over me. “I know exactly what kind of person she is—malicious, and she’ll stop at nothing!” Celeste froze, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. I stared at Julian, blinking a few times, my eyes glistening. He was already escorting Celeste to the dining table, carefully applying ointment to her hand. I closed my eyes, then opened them again. Leo bounded down the stairs, calling out “Wifey!” with a vacant, innocent grin. I pinched his mouth shut. I forced a strained, ugly smile. In the end, Mrs. Gable finished making the meal. But just as I was about to pull out a chair, Julian set down his utensils: “You made a mistake, you should be punished. Do you have the nerve to sit down?” “Take this bowl of soup, kneel, and only get up when you admit your fault and apologize to Celeste.” I stared at the man before me. Time had left few marks on his stern face. He used to redden at the sight of my small cooking burns, calling in the best doctors for me. A group of housekeepers came to try and force me, but I waved them away, picking up the scalding bowl of soup myself and kneeling by the dining table. I obeyed because of my mother. Leo didn’t understand what was happening. He walked over, wanting to play with me. In an instant, his hand reached for the scalding water above my head.
“Stop!” I screamed, but it was too late. The scalding soup was about to spill. Julian instantly shot up, instinctively kicking the soup bowl away to protect Celeste, who was closest. But the entire basin of scalding water flowed down my neck. “Ah—!” A piercing scream of agony ripped from my throat. The next second, huge red blisters welled up on my neck and chest, the pain so intense I couldn’t straighten my back on the floor. Leo was also terrified, screaming. Celeste covered her mouth. Julian’s brow furrowed, an inexplicable emotion flashing across his face. Celeste was the first to react, rushing to give me emergency treatment on the sofa. She gently applied burn cream to me, her voice soft: “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why, but Julian’s temper has been terrible these past few days.” I lowered my eyes, saying nothing, but the image of what had just happened replayed in my mind. Julian’s instinctive move to shield Celeste, not caring if the scalding water poured over me instead. Honestly, if he hadn’t kicked the bowl, the soup would have, at most, splashed onto Celeste’s shoes. But he wouldn’t even risk that small inconvenience. I suddenly realized: I really couldn’t compare to Celeste. An inexpressible pain welled up in my heart. Celeste carefully took a silver needle to puncture a large blister. The sharp pain made me yelp and instinctively pull my arm away. Celeste stumbled backward, hitting her lower back on the corner of the table. I quickly whispered, “I’m sorry.” Celeste shook her head, her eyes red. Not far away, Julian immediately noticed the rapidly swelling bruise on her lower back. His gaze was almost devouring. As he approached, he gritted his teeth and said: “You heartless monster! Celeste was trying to help you, and you dared to push her?!” The next second, Julian’s bodyguard roughly grabbed me and shoved me outside. My burns still throbbed, and the push made cold sweat stream down my face, my consciousness blurring. Julian scooped Celeste into his arms and sat on the sofa, his eyes full of worry: “You’re not well. Don’t go near her again.” I was forced to kneel on the lawn by the bodyguard. It was scorching hot, and the lawn was covered in burning hot pebbles. In an instant, a piercing pain shot through my knees. Julian paced over: “You’ve tested my patience again and again. This is your lesson.” I gritted my teeth, glaring at him. I knelt outside for half a day, but he showed no pity. The bodyguards around me changed shifts due to the intense heat. But every time I nearly collapsed, someone would yank me up by the back of my neck. The burns on my body felt like they were being scorched by fire under the sun, waves of excruciating pain washing over me. Sweat trickled into the wounds, making it almost impossible to speak. Finally, Celeste spoke first, “Enough! She didn’t do it on purpose. Let it go.” Julian immediately cooed, “Alright, anything you say. Don’t upset yourself.” With a wave of his hand, the bodyguards released me. I collapsed onto the ground, vomiting violently, feeling like my insides were being torn out. My mind was a blur, my heart torn to shreds. I couldn’t tell if my heart hurt more, or if my body was in more agony. My consciousness gradually faded. Through the haze, I saw someone running towards me…
When I opened my eyes again, it was early morning the next day. My throat felt like it was on fire, and my head was pounding. I should have let go long ago, but I just couldn’t. I had to see it with my own eyes. Now I understood. Julian no longer loved me; only hate remained. I walked to the corridor and made a call. The person on the other end was eager to take credit: “I’ve taken care of your mother’s situation.” “See you in three days.” I breathed a sigh of relief. What I didn’t notice was Celeste standing not far behind me. At this moment, the usual gentleness was gone from Celeste’s face. She bit her lower lip, a flicker of jealousy quietly crossing her eyes. Celeste had returned on her own initiative. Julian was pleased, but she could tell he was a bit distracted. Even when she brought up marriage, he seemed uninterested, changing the subject several times. But yesterday, she had seen with her own eyes Julian frantically scoop me up and call a doctor to treat me. His eyes held a worry he might not even have noticed himself. She finally understood. Julian’s distraction and repeated hesitation were all because of Sera Thorne. A young, beautiful, temperamental girl. Someone unique enough to make him pause. Celeste took a deep breath and stepped forward: “You’re awake? How are you feeling?” I hung up the phone, turned to look at her, and gave a casual smile. Celeste continued to chat with me: “I heard you and Leo were college classmates.” “Julian and I were too. Back then, his pursuit of me caused such a scandal, Grandfather Sterling was furious.” “But he took ninety-nine lashes just to be with me.” I listened to Celeste, my heart a tangled mess of emotions. My head was still hazy. Feeling the ache in my heart, I closed my eyes. Celeste didn’t stop, suddenly taking my hand: “We’re fated. You can call me by my nickname, ‘Celeste,’ from now on.” The name “Celeste” made my eyes widen instantly. I was momentarily dazed, my heart feeling like it was being cruelly squeezed. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t utter a single word. I leaned on the railing, only hearing her last sentence: “Did you see the Eustoma in the yard?” “That’s my favorite flower. Julian just loves these romantic gestures…” I had never felt my heart ache so much, as if it were being torn out of my chest. “Sera, these are Eustoma, also known as thornless roses, symbolizing eternal love.” “Sera, do you like them?” Compared to the thornless Eustoma, I probably preferred thorny red roses. But because of the words “eternal love,” My heart had surged, and I’d embraced him, saying “I love them” with tears for the first time in my life. But now. Sera, Celeste. It turned out I had never truly entered Julian’s heart. Not for a single second! No hate, no love, nothing! Every time Julian called my name, he was just calling someone else through me. I was merely a vessel for his longing. More painful than having and losing was never truly having it at all, yet foolishly believing I did, secretly rejoicing over thin air. Just then, Leo pushed open the door. Seeing me in tears, he immediately rushed to hug me. I tried to push him away, but I saw the boy’s eyes were also red. Even though he couldn’t speak, I knew it was worry. On the other side, Celeste watched us, then suddenly smirked: “Leo loves you this much, even in his condition, so why are you still trying to steal *my* Julian?” At her words, I recoiled in shock, startled by the jealousy on her face. But Celeste held on tight. I forcefully yanked my arm away. Celeste’s lips curved into a smile. She deliberately stumbled backward, dragging Leo with her as they tumbled down the stairs. Several loud thuds shattered the morning quiet of the old mansion. Julian rushed out of his room. Seeing the terrible scene on the ground, his eyes blazing crimson, he charged over. Julian shoved me away. My waist hit the railing, my knees buckled, and I fell down after them.
No one paid me any attention. Everyone was busy rushing the unconscious Leo and Celeste to the hospital. I got up, clutching my waist, and stared at the bloodstains on the ground, momentarily dazed. I was dragged to the hospital with them. I explained: “She threw herself down on purpose.” “She seems to be jealous of me. Julian, isn’t that ridiculous?” Julian’s eyes were closed, and a suffocating low pressure emanated from him. Everyone else hung their heads, but I wasn’t afraid. I wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to be burdened by anything else. Just then, the doctor rushed out, his face anxious: “Mr. Knight, Ms. Dubois is pregnant, but she’s bleeding heavily now. She needs a blood transfusion.” In an instant, everyone present gasped. I gripped the wall, my pupils constricting. Julian’s voice was low and hoarse: “Sera Thorne’s blood type is the same as Celeste’s. Someone!” Hearing this, my eyes widened in fury, and I screamed: “Why?! I told you I didn’t push her! I won’t donate!” Julian gripped my throat, gritting his teeth: “Why should I believe you? Drugging me, seducing my adopted son—have I ever wrongly accused you of anything?” My pupils trembled violently. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. But he wouldn’t let up: “Born in a place like that, it’s not surprising what you’d do, is it?” His words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into my heart. He once pitied my background, pitied that I was born in a red-light district. Now, his true thoughts were exposed. I struggled to yank myself free, then sneered at him, my voice dripping with the malice I’d long mastered: “Don’t pretend to be so virtuous! Are you a saint? You manipulate your own daughter-in-law…” Julian’s eyes were bloodshot, veins throbbing. He slapped me across the face. I staggered and fell to the ground, my ears ringing instantly. This was the first time Julian had ever hit me. Yet, I lowered my head and began to laugh, my laughter growing more and more desolate. Julian turned his back, waving a hand, and his men dragged me away to draw blood. Watching his resolute back, everything I once held dear vanished into thin air. Bag after bag of blood was drawn, and I felt my life force draining away with it. I was utterly weak, my legs so wobbly I could only rely on the nurse to sit upright. My vision blurred. Before I passed out again, I heard the doctor say Celeste’s condition was stable. I collapsed downward, a cold smile on my lips. *Julian,* I thought. *I owe you nothing now.* I don’t know how much time passed. A low male voice reached my ears: “Why isn’t she awake yet? Give her the best medicine!” The next second, I coughed sharply twice on the hospital bed, slowly waking up. Julian immediately cut himself off, then snorted coldly and left the room. This time, I didn’t spare him another glance. Whether fate had given me a gift or poison, I no longer cared. The sky was vast, the sea wide. Would I die without Julian’s love? Clinging to a sliver of strength, I trembled as I rose. Julian walked back into the room. His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t decipher. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: “Leo’s awake. He wants to see you.” I frowned, sensing something was off, but followed him to Leo’s room.
The once vacant, drooling boy now had clear eyes. I froze. Julian instinctively reached out to steady me. Where I couldn’t see them, Leo stared intently at Julian’s hand on me, his eyes filled with displeasure. Julian reciprocated the look. Adopted father and son, reuniting with no warmth, only overt hostility. Finally, Leo spoke, his voice low and hoarse: “I want to talk to my wife alone.” He deliberately emphasized the word “wife.” Julian frowned, his face darkening as he turned to leave. I sat beside Leo, a rare hint of apology in my voice: “I’m sorry about your accident, but it wasn’t my doing.” “If you insist on blaming me, I won’t take responsibility.” The man on the hospital bed laughed, a sorrowful sound: “Sera, I know everything now.” “Is there no place for me in your heart, not even a tiny bit?” I frowned, turning my face away, my meaning painfully clear. He clutched the bedsheet tightly, staring at me, the corners of his eyes reddening: “You like Julian, but he’s old, fifteen years older than you!” “What can he give you? Only I can give you everything you want!” I frowned, surprised that Leo, who had been incapacitated for a year, was now so perceptive. I bit my lower lip, my tone resolute: “What’s past is past. I don’t like anyone right now.” “Are you really that heartless?” He grabbed my hand, his voice growing firmer. I yanked my hand away. “Yes, I am that heartless. It’s not too late for you to see it now. I was always a bad person.” I turned to leave, but Leo grabbed me from behind, his voice trembling: “Whether you’re good or bad, I like you. Don’t leave me again, okay?” My heart fluttered, but I still broke free and hurried out. Leo insisted on moving from his original room to the bed next to mine. Even late into the night, he kept murmuring, but it was just the same old clichéd words. “You can rely on me to declare war on both of them. Grandfather Sterling really likes me, his grandson.” “Shut up. If you say one more word, I’m divorcing you.” I slept through the night, but my steps were still a bit shaky as I walked. I saw Julian smoking in the corridor, so I turned around. I’d barely taken two steps when he grabbed me. “He’s awake. He doesn’t need your care. I’ve scheduled your divorce registration.” I had my back to him, scoffing. “What’s wrong, Dad? Neither of us really wants a divorce.” “Dad, Leo said he’s going to declare war on you to get revenge for me.” I spoke with deliberate malice, finding a strange comfort in it. “Don’t call me that.” Julian’s voice was displeased, barely suppressing a simmering rage. I turned my head and saw a fleeting look of pain on his face, which I found utterly ironic. He had used such disgusting methods to torment me, never imagining the boomerang would one day strike himself. I glanced over Julian’s shoulder, spotting Celeste being escorted by others not far behind him, and a playful glint flickered in my eyes. The next second, I took Julian’s hand, ignoring his startled gaze. I leaned in, brushing a barely-there kiss on his cheek. Then, I whispered softly in his ear: “I hear you and Celeste aren’t officially married yet, but my marriage has already been ruined by you.” “Your peaceful life will have to pay a price, too, won’t it?” Instantly, Julian’s forehead veins throbbed, his voice hoarse: “What do you want?” A sudden gasp erupted from behind Julian—it was Celeste’s voice. My hands clenched Julian’s lapels, stopping him from turning around. He stumbled, and I rose onto my tiptoes. Our lips met.
His eyes widened in shock. Julian Knight, who had remained calm facing billion-dollar gambles, who could retaliate even when pursued by enemies, who had dominated the business world for years—now, his mind went utterly blank from a fleeting kiss. A wicked smirk played on my lips. “You started it. Now clean up your own mess.” Behind me, Celeste’s scream echoed through the entire corridor, gone was her former gentle composure. Julian kept staring intently at my retreating back, his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest. It took a loud shout to snap him back to reality. But I was already far away. Under the setting sun, Julian sighed heavily and told Celeste, “Let’s go back.” Julian didn’t know how to explain to Celeste. The woman was completely enraged, not speaking to him all night. He frowned, listening to the doctor explain the key points for maintaining the pregnancy. The first point was emotional stability. He took a deep breath. Julian told Celeste he would pick her up from the hospital and that he would hold a grand engagement party for her. Celeste’s mood stabilized. And news of this engagement party naturally reached Leo Sterling and me. “I’m not going.” I was looking for my passport; I was leaving tomorrow. Leo trailed behind me, step for step, as if trying to completely extinguish any lingering hope I had for Julian. He kept trying to convince me. I finally got annoyed and stopped what I was doing. “I didn’t want to say it, but are you faking it, or are you really that naive?” Leo frowned, looking at me. I quietly slipped my passport into my pocket before continuing: “Julian can have children and raise them, so why would Grandfather Sterling adopt a child for his own son? Unless…” I paused, then a smirk played on my lips. “Unless you’re Grandfather Sterling’s illegitimate son, lost somewhere, so he found a nice excuse.” Leo’s eyes widened, blazing with fury. I leaned closer, my index finger tapping Leo’s chest, and chuckled softly. “Besides, how much truth is there to your feelings for me?” “Don’t tell me you’ve been at the Knight estate for ten years and never met Julian’s ‘white moonlight,’ Celeste Dubois!” Leo froze, his pupils constricting violently. He seemed truly oblivious to everything I had just said. When I walked out of the villa, he didn’t even try to chase me, remaining in a daze. It wasn’t until a sudden thunderclap, and an inexplicable sun shower began to fall, that he snapped back to reality. He clutched his chest and dialed Grandfather Sterling’s number. Meanwhile, Julian and Celeste’s engagement party was about to begin, and all invited guests had arrived. Julian stood at the entrance, watching the sun shower outside, an inexplicable unease bubbling within him. He pulled out his phone and dialed my number, but it went straight to voicemail. He clutched his phone tightly, his eyes showing a hesitation he’d never had before. At the airport, I extinguished my cigarette and smiled faintly at the tall, imposing man who had come for me. I let him put an arm around me as we boarded the private jet. The second before boarding, I looked at the numerous missed calls on my phone. A smirk played on my lips. I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it into a trash can. *Julian, since there’s no love between us, the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies on the battlefield of business.* I hadn’t gone to just anyone; I’d gone to the Moreau family, the Knight family’s century-old sworn rivals. On the other side, Julian finally sensed something was wrong. He abandoned the engagement party. He immediately began tracking my phone’s location. “Mr. Knight, Sera’s phone signal is gone!” “What?!” Julian sat at his desk, his brows tightly furrowed. He opened his eyes, which were a furious crimson.
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