Pamper her

Chapter 1 You Can Never Become My Mommy!

"Honey, you're so sweet..." The man's voice, deep and resonant, filled the darkness that enveloped Lorelei. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, rendering her helpless against his advances. The chaos of the moment overwhelmed her, leaving her powerless to resist.

With a jolt, Lorelei's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in a cold sweat. For five years, she had been haunted by this recurring nightmare. She pressed her trembling hands against her burning cheeks, attempting to dispel the lingering fear.

Seeking solace, she made her way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face. The refreshing sensation washed away the remnants of her dream, bringing clarity to her troubled mind. Gathering herself, she descended the stairs, grasping a glass to quench her thirst.

"I refuse to do it! I won't marry that wretched old man!"

"Zephyr Carter is nothing but a repulsive creature, known to all. No woman in Rexwell would willingly enter such a union!"

"After the accident five years ago, he transformed into a deranged monster, claiming the lives of two innocent women! I won't be his next victim!"

A sharp female voice echoed from the living room, filled with venomous spite. "And let's not forget, it should be Lorelei who marries him! After all, she's no longer pure. She's even borne a child. Her experience might just be enough to satisfy that old monster!"

"Isabella Turner!"

Kevin Turner's voice seethed with anger as he reprimanded his daughter. "Lorelei is your sister!"

Isabella gritted her teeth, her tearful eyes burning with resentment. "Dad, I'm your flesh and blood. She's just an intruder who stole my place. A mistake was made, and you welcomed her back into our family, granting her a life of luxury. Meanwhile, I suffered through poverty for eighteen years, only now reclaiming my rightful place in the Turner family. You can't force me into this marriage!"

"You're right," Rhiannon Simmons chimed in, coming to Isabella's defense. "Isabella has carved her own path in the business world, bringing honor to our name. How could we sacrifice her like this?"

"And let's not forget, we've raised Lorelei for twenty-three years. It's time she repays us."Simultaneously, the trio lifted their gazes and fixed their eyes upon Lorelei, who stood on the second floor. Lorelei's knuckles paled as she clenched the glass of water in her hand. It was clear to her now.

They wanted to forge a connection with the esteemed Carter family through marriage, but they were unwilling to sacrifice Isabella. Instead, they sought to sacrifice Lorelei herself.

Summoning her courage, Lorelei took a deep breath, descended the stairs, and extended her hand towards Kevin. "Let's make an agreement."

Kevin looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

"If you all want me to replace Isabella and marry him, and claim that I owe you for raising me, then there must be a formal agreement in place, correct? Otherwise, if you use this as an excuse once more to force me into committing heinous acts, am I obligated to comply?"

Kevin froze momentarily, while Isabella and Rhiannon stood frozen behind him.

"Aren't you going to write it down?" Lorelei asked.

Taking the paper and pen, she swiftly jotted down a few lines and signed her name. "Alright, you can stop pretending now. I'll marry him."

With those words, she headed to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and turned to ascend the stairs.

Isabella hurriedly picked up the piece of paper.

The words inscribed upon it read:

"Lorelei will wed Zephyr in place of Isabella, thus fully repaying the Turner family for their upbringing."

Things had fallen into place with unexpected ease.

Isabella glanced up at Lorelei's retreating figure and whispered, "Mom, has Lorelei lost her mind? She just agreed to marry Zephyr. Doesn't she care about her boyfriend anymore?"

Rhiannon swiftly covered Isabella's mouth, her gaze fixed anxiously on Lorelei's back, fearing that she would come to regret her decision.

Little did they know, Lorelei had heard every word.

Just two days ago, she had indeed been in a relationship. For six long years, she had been deeply in love with him, and he had been willing to give up everything for her.

But now, it was all gone.No matter who she would marry, Lorelei knew that her life would be uprooted. A new place awaited her, and it made no difference who her husband would be.

Three days later, Lorelei found herself in the care of the Carter family. Zephyr Carter hadn't obtained a marriage license, but he invited her to live in their grand villa while she made her decision.

In Rexwell, not many women dared to marry Zephyr. He wasn't one to settle for just anyone.

Lorelei's orders from Kevin were clear: she had to please Mr. Carter so that he would marry her and invest in the Turner Group.

As night fell, Lorelei sat alone in her bedroom, anxiously awaiting Zephyr's arrival. Suddenly, the villa plunged into darkness as the electricity failed.

Lorelei couldn't help but tremble. Darkness frightened her like nothing else.

Ever since that fateful night five years ago, Lorelei couldn't face the darkness alone. She always kept a night light on by her bedside, seeking solace in its gentle glow.

Now, in this unfamiliar environment, fear gripped her. And now, with the power out, her anxiety reached its peak.

Instinctively, she curled up, hugging her knees tightly, shivering in the oppressive darkness.

Unbeknownst to her, the door to her room creaked open.

In the pitch-blackness, something brushed against her foot and covered her hand. A sticky, cold sensation sent chills down her spine.

Lorelei's face drained of color, her blood turning to ice.

She let out a piercing scream and recoiled, her back colliding with the unforgiving wall, pain shooting through her body.

But in the darkness, the unknown mass crept closer towards her.

A raspy, rough voice filled the air, "Darling, my wife... I am your husband..."

With those words, the lights in the room flickered on.

Finally, Lorelei could see what loomed before her in the darkness.

It was a man with a grotesque face.

Perhaps, he couldn't even be considered human...The man before her was hunched, his stature reminiscent of a dwarf. His arms and legs were as dark as night, blending into the shadows, making it difficult to discern where his knuckles lay.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, he reclined on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed upon her with eyes as dark as the abyss. His face, if it could even be called that, was a testament to the horrors he had endured. Scars crisscrossed his features, rendering him akin to an evil spirit that had clawed its way out from the depths of hell.

Lorelei couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, despite mentally preparing herself for the sight before her. The man chuckled, a twisted amusement evident in his voice. "Honey, why the fright? Does my appearance unnerve you?"

"But you promised to marry me..." Lorelei's voice quavered, her desperation palpable.

She scrambled off the bed in a panic, trembling uncontrollably as she fled from the house, refusing to cast another glance at the man who had shattered her dreams. Unbeknownst to her, her leg bled from colliding with a flower pot in the hallway.

"Hahaha..." The man watched as Lorelei's figure disappeared down the hallway. He discarded his bathrobe, revealing a fair and cherubic face beneath the gloves and mask. "Never will anyone want to be my mommy!"

With excitement coursing through his veins, he bounded towards the study. "Brother, yet another woman scared away!"

In the small study, his identical twin sat with his head bowed, engrossed in a book illuminated by the glow of a lamp. "Oh."

Jeffrey Carter, not pleased with the turn of events, took a seat on a small chair. "Can't you show more concern for daddy? He despises women, yet Grandpa insists on finding him one fiancée after another. This is the third."

Fletcher Carter looked up, his young face exuding a maturity beyond his years. "I am aware."

Jeffrey was left speechless.

His brother possessed a remarkably high IQ, but he remained aloof and curt, much like their father.

Pouting, Jeffrey scampered off to the grand study on the third floor. He pushed open the door with determination. "Daddy, your third fiancée lacks boldness as well!"

Chapter 2 Mr. Carter Will Be My Husband

The expansive study was bathed in a warm, inviting light that illuminated every corner. The room exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, much like the man who occupied the main seat. Dressed in a pristine white shirt, his cuffs revealed a glimpse of an exquisite timepiece. He commanded attention with his handsome features and poised demeanor, engrossed in a business document that lay before him.

With a soft voice that carried authority, he spoke, his words laden with purpose. "Tomorrow, I want the funds that were injected into the Turner Group to be recovered."

The butler, respectful and dutiful, bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Yes, sir."

However, a hint of hesitation lingered in the butler's voice as he continued, "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, sir, but I can't help but notice that Ms. Turner... she seems different from the previous women."

During the day, it was the butler who had brought Lorelei into the household. She possessed an ethereal beauty, her fair complexion and clear eyes giving her an innocent and sweet appearance. Throughout the journey from the Turner family to the Carter estate, she had remained mostly silent, her only inquiries revolving around Mr. Carter's preferences and dislikes. It seemed as though the rumors swirling outside held no sway over her.

Ever since the two young masters had spread news of Mr. Carter's alleged involvement in the demise of two women, finding a woman who wasn't afraid of him and willing to serve him had become a near-impossible task. The butler couldn't bear to see such a promising candidate go unnoticed by Mr. Carter.

However, the man in the main seat dismissed the notion without a second thought. "She couldn't even pass such a simple test. There's no room for pity."

The butler was rendered speechless.

Was this really just a simple test in Mr. Carter's eyes?

Even as a man in his fifties, the butler himself would tremble at the sight of Jeffrey in that menacing attire, let alone an innocent young woman in her twenties.

A heavy sigh escaped the butler's lips. If things continued on this path, when would they ever find a suitable wife for Mr. Carter?

Worry etched onto his features.

Just then, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

Lorelei's heart skipped a beat as she mustered the courage to press the doorbell at the grand entrance.

In truth, she had come from afar, fleeing a past that haunted her every step.Carter was a recluse, rarely seen in public, but they had no idea of the true extent of his seclusion. His burns had left him disfigured, turning him into a living monster. Only Lorelei knew the truth, and despite her initial fear, she had made a promise to marry him and vowed not to run away.

After much hesitation, Lorelei found herself standing at the door of Mr. Carter's villa, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't bear to face his terrifying appearance, but she knew she had to overcome her fear if she wanted to live with him.

When Lorelei rang the doorbell, she expected Mr. Carter or the butler to answer, but to her surprise, it was a young boy who opened the door. With his handsome yet indifferent face, he appeared to be only four or five years old. If it weren't for this being the only villa in the neighborhood, Lorelei would have doubted she was in the right place.

The little boy glanced at Lorelei before turning and walking into the living room. He pointed to the sofa, silently instructing her to sit down. Lorelei hesitated for a moment before obeying. Though she didn't know where the boy came from, she sensed that he meant no harm.

As Lorelei settled onto the couch, shivering with anticipation, the little boy brought her a cup of hot water. She took it gratefully, feeling the warmth slowly soothe her nerves.

Observing her closely, the little boy disappeared into a nearby cupboard, rummaging for something. Suddenly, he exclaimed, capturing Lorelei's attention. Looking up, she saw him standing on the second-floor railing, staring at her with wide eyes.

"She's actually back?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Daddy, should I scare her again?" the boy asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The tall, stern man emerged from the shadows, his gaze shifting between Lorelei and his son. He furrowed his brow slightly before speaking in a low voice, "No, don't."

Outsiders only knew Mr. Carter as a recluse, but they had no idea of the complexity that lay within him.Carter, scarred by the fire half a decade ago, had become an enigmatic figure, his demeanor veering towards ruthlessness. But little did people know that hidden beneath his hardened exterior were twin sons, born out of that very same inferno.

Fletcher, the elder of the two boys, had always been distant and taciturn. Jeffrey, on the other hand, possessed a mischievous and playful nature.

In an unexpected turn of events, Fletcher, who had always maintained an air of indifference towards others, found himself offering water to a mysterious woman. He scoured the premises for a medical kit, driven by an uncharacteristic concern.

A hiss escaped Lorelei's lips as the cold disinfectant-soaked cotton swab made contact with her wounded leg. The pain reminded her that she had pushed herself too hard, resulting in a broken limb.

Her gaze lowered, and she beheld the young boy before her, diligently tending to her injury with the disinfectant and cotton swab in hand.

The glow of the glazed lamp above cast a radiant beam, causing his long lashes to cast delicate shadows upon his lids.

He was but a child, and yet his attentiveness spoke volumes.

Lorelei's heart softened, and her voice took on a gentler tone as she inquired, "What might your name be?"

"Why have you come here?" she added.

With the task completed, the young boy looked up at Lorelei, meeting her gaze directly. "Fletcher," he replied simply, introducing himself.

Lorelei couldn't help but admire his adorable face and tiny hands, prompting her to reach out and touch him. However, he evaded her touch, swiftly retreating to the nearby couch where he climbed up and settled himself.

His eyes, clear and mature beyond his years, fixed upon her. "Why have you returned?" he asked curiously.

Why had she returned?

Lorelei offered a smile. "Because this is where my future lies," she responded.

"Mr. Carter will be my husband, after all. It is only fitting that I come back."

Fletcher lowered his gaze, fiddling with his small fingers. "Aren't you afraid of him?" he inquired.

Lorelei paused, taken aback by the child's perceptiveness. Nevertheless, she answered earnestly, "I am afraid, but there is no turning back."

"I made a promise to marry him, and I cannot go back on my word."She possessed a determination that would not easily allow her to flee. Furthermore, if she were to make a mistake this time and cause Kevin to lose his investment, her future prospects would be bleak.

"Even if Mr... Mr. Carter is unattractive and intimidating, I will attempt to overcome my reservations and become his wife."

She couldn't fathom why she was confessing this to a young boy she had just met. Surely he couldn't comprehend her words, could he?

Yet, in this unfamiliar place, it seemed as though there was no one else she could confide in. No one except for the little boy standing before her.

"He's not unattractive."

Fletcher gazed up at Lorelei with a serious expression. "Don't worry."

Lorelei was perplexed. He wasn't unattractive?

But he had certainly appeared unsightly when she had first laid eyes on him!

However, considering the boy's tender age, perhaps Mr. Carter never revealed his true appearance in his presence.

Taking a deep breath, Lorelei offered a smile. "Are you hungry? I can prepare something for you to eat."

Lorelei may not have excelled in many areas, but she was a skilled cook.

Confronted with such a charming and kind-hearted young boy, the only way she could express her gratitude and form a closer bond was through the art of cooking.

Fletcher glanced down at his watch and spoke coolly. "You have thirty minutes."

Lorelei was taken aback.

"I cannot eat after eight o'clock. It's currently twenty past seven."

Without further ado, Lorelei hurried into the kitchen.

The kitchen was immaculate and organized. Though the ingredients were scarce, all the necessary spices were readily available.

Observing her flurry of activity in the kitchen, the two men upstairs were both astonished.

"Daddy, what is she trying to accomplish? What are your thoughts on the matter?"

Jeffrey leaned against the railing and gestured towards the woman. "Is she attempting to win my brother over with her culinary skills? She's overthinking it, don't you agree?"

"My older brother is notoriously particular about his food."

Zephyr gazed at Lorelei, his eyes tinged with a hint of melancholy.

There was something about this woman that evoked a sense of familiarity within him.

Chapter 3 I’d Back You up in the Future

In the kitchen, Lorelei bustled about for a good twenty minutes, skillfully crafting a Japanese omelet and a few delectable cheesy potato pancakes. With the aroma wafting through the house, she called out, "Fletcher, come and eat!"

Fletcher glanced at his watch, noting that it was fifteen minutes before eight o'clock. He gracefully rose from the couch, his little legs carrying him to the dining table where he took his seat.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Jeffrey wiped a droplet of drool from the corner of his mouth and grumbled coldly, "They may smell good, but they look unappetizing."

"Yummy," Fletcher mumbled, seemingly hearing Jeffrey's voice from upstairs as he sampled each dish and concluded with a bland remark.

Lorelei smiled warmly and offered, "If you enjoy it, I'll make it for you more often."

This sparked a sudden recollection, prompting her to inquire, "By the way, why do you stay here so late? Where are your parents?"

"Are you the child of one of Mr. Carter's friends?" she added, realizing she had never heard of Mr. Carter having any children before she got married.

Fletcher furrowed his brow and nodded, "Sort of."

"I suspected as much," Lorelei replied, nodding gently. "I never expected Mr. Carter to have such a kind heart despite his unattractive appearance."

The fact that his friend's child felt at ease in their home, as if it were their own, proved that Mr. Carter wasn't as cruel as rumors portrayed him to be.

"He's not ugly," Fletcher interjected quietly, taking another bite of his food.

On the first floor, Zephyr cast a subtle glance at Jeffrey, who was still drooling beside him. His eyes seemed to convey a silent message, saying, 'Look at your brother, and then look at yourself.'

Of his two sons, one strived to maintain a noble appearance, while the other couldn't wait to reveal his monstrous nature to the world.

Jeffrey pouted, feeling aggrieved as he muttered, "I just don't want a stranger to be my mom."

Zephyr furrowed his brow slightly and turned to leave.

Downstairs, Fletcher finished his meal, his meticulous nature evident in his slow eating pace. By the time he set down his utensils, it was already 8:10 p.m.With the last remnants of cheesy potato pancakes resting on a delicate plate, he ascended the stairs, the weight of the night hanging in the air. Casting a fleeting glance at the motionless figure of Lorelei, he uttered in a nonchalant tone, "Don't fret."

"In the future, I'll always have your back."

Though young, there was an air of nobility and arrogance about him. When he turned to face her, his gaze exuded dominance far beyond his five years.

Lorelei found herself momentarily captivated, her thoughts interrupted by his cool demeanor.

In this unfamiliar environment, she couldn't fathom being protected by a child of his age, could she?

Turning away, Lorelei set about cleaning the kitchen and dining room, avoiding the dreadful bedroom at all costs.

Finally, she let out a sigh and sank into the couch, wrapping herself in her jacket.

Upstairs, in the children's room...

Fletcher placed the fragrant potato pancakes on Jeffrey's nightstand.

But Jeffrey, facing the wall, coldly rejected them. "I don't want to eat."

"Very well."

Fletcher moved the plate to his own nightstand.

Jeffrey was left speechless.

He pouted and muttered, "We agreed never to let any strange woman be our mom."

"I didn't expect you to betray me so soon. Traitor!"

Fletcher settled onto his bed, observing Jeffrey's turned back. "She cooks exceptionally well."

"She's not our mom, even if she can cook!"

Jeffrey, with his tiny fingers, scratched the wallpaper in frustration. "I want my birth mother, my real mom!"

Across from the bed, Fletcher sighed and gazed at the ceiling, whispering, "But our birth mother is no longer with us."

His mind was more mature than Jeffrey's, understanding that their birth mother would never return.

And their father shouldn't remain a bachelor forever.

The woman downstairs seemed rather pleasant.

"She's not dead.Jeffrey's tiny hand curled into a tight fist as determination flashed in his eyes. "Mom must still be alive and waiting for us to find her!" His voice quivered with hope.

Fletcher, however, closed his eyes, shutting out Jeffrey's whispered words. The room grew eerily quiet, save for the lingering scent of cheese that hung in the air.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Jeffrey climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards Fletcher's nightstand. There, he spotted a tantalizing piece of potato pancake. Without hesitation, he picked it up and took a bite.

The moment the crispy pancake touched his tongue, Jeffrey's eyes lit up with pure delight. It was a thousand times tastier than anything the housemaids ever cooked! He couldn't resist having another bite.

"Take the plate downstairs," Fletcher's childish voice broke the silence, startling Jeffrey. "And promise me, you won't scare her again."

Jeffrey was left speechless. Why was Fletcher suddenly so protective of this woman? In the past, he never seemed to care about Jeffrey's mischievous pranks. Was it just because her cooking was incredibly delicious?

Lost in thought, Jeffrey took another hearty bite of the potato pancake. It was undeniably delicious.

With the empty plate in his hands, Jeffrey descended the stairs and caught sight of Lorelei, peacefully asleep on the couch. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was cold.

Approaching her cautiously, Jeffrey studied her serene face. She was undeniably beautiful, and her culinary skills were unmatched. If only she could be his birth mother...

In her slumber, Lorelei sensed someone's gaze upon her. Startled awake, she found herself face to face with the little boy from earlier. He stood there, plate in hand, staring at her intently.

Rubbing her drowsy eyes, she asked, "Not satisfied? You want more to eat?"

Confused by her misunderstanding, Jeffrey nodded anyway. He really did want more.

As Jeffrey's handsome face and chubby cheeks melted Lorelei's heart, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing.She reached out and playfully pinched his cheek, her voice filled with affection, "Well then, I'll whip up some more delicious food for you."

With those words, she gracefully made her way into the kitchen, her mind swirling with thoughts. "Didn't he mention not eating anything past eight o'clock?"

And yet... she had just finished cooking an extensive meal.

Lorelei had simply prepared a light dish, something suitable for a child, but Jeffrey devoured it all without hesitation.

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

This kid's appetite... Wasn't it a bit voracious?

He even handed her the empty bowl, requesting more rice.

After finishing his meal, Lorelei couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She gently asked, "Fletcher, do you think... your appetite might be a little too big?"

Jeffrey paused for a moment, mischief dancing in his eyes as he replied, "Yeah, I'm quite the eater."

He extended his small fingers, emphasizing his point. "From now on, you'll have to double the portion whenever you make something delicious for me!"

However, he quickly reconsidered, concerned that Fletcher might serve him less appetizing meals. "Oh, and they must be identical, okay?"

Lorelei was taken aback by his request, but she nodded nonetheless. A smile graced her lips as she cleared the table. "I understand. It's time for you to grow up, after all."

She presented Jeffrey with a gift, a box of homemade cookies she had initially prepared for Mr. Carter. "This is for you."

With that, she gently rubbed his head, her voice filled with warmth. "May you grow up safely and in good health."

Jeffrey blushed and scurried upstairs, clutching the cookies tightly.

Only then did Lorelei release a deep breath, sinking back into the couch, ready to drift off to sleep once more.

Meanwhile, upstairs...

A luxurious and expensive phone buzzed twice on the table.

The man delicately picked it up, his slender fingers gliding across the screen as he read the message.

It was from Fletcher: 'She passed.'

Jeffrey, on the other hand, had sent a voice message. As he savored a cookie, his voice sounded casual yet revealing, "Well, she passed for now, but I can't say I'm particularly fond of her."

"But her cooking is so good that, for the sake of my stomach, I'll make an exception this time."

Setting the phone down, the man raised an elegant finger, tapping it lightly against the desk. "Prepare everything. I want to obtain a marriage license with her tomorrow."

Chapter 4 Must We Sleep Together Tonight?

The following morning, Lorelei was roused from her slumber by Josiah, the affable butler of the house. Having met him the previous day, she found herself facing him now, clad in a formal female attire.

"Ms. Turner, why did you fall asleep here?" Josiah queried, his tone laced with concern. "Get up and get dressed. The staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau will be arriving shortly!"

Lorelei massaged her temples, her restless night's sleep leaving her feeling groggy and disoriented. Furrowing her brows, she gazed at Josiah, perplexed. "The staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

Josiah nodded, a smile gracing his features. "Congratulations! You've passed the test, and Mr. Carter intends to marry you. From this day forth, you shall be the mistress of this place."

Lorelei's mind snapped to attention.

The news took her by surprise.

She stared at Josiah in disbelief, her voice trembling. "Are you certain that Mr. Carter wants to marry me?"

Just last night, she had fled in fright upon laying eyes on him!

How could he possibly desire to wed her?

"Yes, indeed. Ms. Turner, there is no need for astonishment. Mr. Carter has pondered this decision at length," Josiah assured her.

Lorelei was left speechless.

She hadn't anticipated such a well-thought-out plan.

They had only met for the first time the previous evening, yet he had resolved to marry her so suddenly. It seemed impulsive!

Regardless, it was good news for her that Mr. Carter was willing to take her as his wife.

For one, she had accomplished the task bestowed upon her by the Turners.

Furthermore, even if Mr. Carter's appearance was less than appealing, she would, at the very least, have a place to call home.

Since Isabella's return to the Turner family five years ago, Lorelei no longer considered it her own.

Once she had changed into the designated outfit, the staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau arrived.

The two members of the bureau instructed Lorelei to stand in the living room for a photograph, before presenting her with a marriage consent form to sign. Led by Josiah, they ascended the staircase.

Before long, the trio descended once more, handing Lorelei a vibrant red marriage certificate. "Congratulations, you are now officially Mrs. Carter."The female staff gazed at Lorelei with envy, their eyes filled with admiration. "Congratulations, madam. You're married to such a dashing husband."

Lorelei's face twitched involuntarily.

A dashing husband?

She absentmindedly flipped open her marriage certificate.

Wife: Lorelei Turner.

Husband: Zephyr Carter.

Instead of a group photo of the newlyweds, there was only a single picture of Lorelei.

A wave of relief washed over her as she realized Mr. Carter had chosen not to include his own picture on the certificate. The thought of seeing his face again made her tremble with fear.

"Madam, please prepare yourself," Josiah said, his wrinkled face breaking into a smile. "Tonight is your wedding night with Mr. Carter. You should be ready for his masculine presence."

"I will take everyone out of the villa, leaving only you and Mr. Carter behind."

Lorelei was at a loss for words.

Her excitement had turned into despair in an instant.

The memory of the man's repulsive touch on her arm, still fresh from yesterday, resurfaced in her mind.

She turned pale, her voice filled with misery. "Do we really have to spend the night together?"

The idea came out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She wasn't prepared for it yet. She hadn't even gotten used to Mr. Carter's face...

Josiah nodded earnestly. "Yes, it has to be tonight."

They were already married, after all. How could he let Lorelei remain unaware of Mr. Carter's true self?

It had taken a great deal of persuasion for Josiah to convince Mr. Carter to reveal his face tonight and meet his wife as he truly was.

Lorelei felt a sense of desperation creeping in.

After breakfast, she retreated to her room and sent a message to her friend, Connie. "Can you recommend some horror movies for me? I need to toughen up. Thanks!"

Connie responded, puzzled, "I've never heard such a strange request before."

Soon, Lorelei's inbox was flooded with all kinds of horror movies suitable for all ages.

Under the safety of her covers, Lorelei spent the entire day watching horror movies. Halfway through one film, she even had to rush to the bathroom multiple times to throw up.As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the world, Lorelei felt a sense of strength coursing through her veins. The day had been dedicated to honing her skills and pushing herself to new limits. Now, as darkness settled in, she knew she had become resilient, unyielding.

The mere thought of Mr. Carter appearing before her now no longer evoked fear. She was fortified, ready to face any challenge that came her way. With this newfound confidence, she descended the stairs, seeking solace in a simple act of replenishing her water supply. As she turned on the television, hoping for a change in mood, she found herself drawn to the evening news.

In an instant, her heart sank. The screen showcased Darren Foster and Zoe Flores, captured entering and leaving a hotel together. The reporters wasted no time in confirming their relationship, proclaiming an imminent engagement announcement. Lorelei's discomfort intensified, her emotions swirling within her.

Switching channels in search of respite, she found no escape. Darren and Zoe seemed to dominate every broadcast, their names synonymous with success and love. The weight of it all pressed upon her, suffocating her spirit. Unable to bear it any longer, she switched off the TV, placing the remote control aside. Weary, she collapsed onto the sofa, closing her eyes in exhaustion.

Darren and Zoe...

One was her ex-boyfriend, the man she had loved for six long years.

The other, her best friend, a companion of eight years.

Five days ago, Lorelei had embarked on a visit to Darren's film set, hoping to surprise him. Little did she know, she would be the one caught off guard. As she unlocked Darren's lounge with her spare key, her ears were met with the dissonant sounds of heavy breathing. Darren and Zoe intertwined in a web of secrecy.

"Darren, when will you end things with Lorelei? I can't wait any longer," Zoe pleaded.

"It's only a matter of time. Please be patient," Darren reassured her.

"Lorelei is so beautiful, I fear you may change your mind," Zoe confessed her insecurities.

"Don't worry, my love. How could I ever change my mind? Lorelei carries the burden of another man's child from five years ago. How can I marry such a tainted woman?" Darren's words pierced Lorelei's heart like a thousand needles.

Five years prior, Darren had suffered a devastating blow to his career, facing ruthless attacks from his competitors.In her relentless pursuit of evidence to exonerate Darren, Lorelei tirelessly raised funds to support him in this grueling battle. But as fate would have it, Isabella returned to the Turner family just when Lorelei needed them the most. Kevin and Rhiannon seemed to have forgotten about her entirely, leaving her feeling too ashamed to ask for their financial help. Instead, she turned to Zoe, who offered her a rather unconventional solution – selling her eggs.

However, things took an unexpected turn when the promised artificial insemination fell through, leaving Lorelei in a state of confusion. Locked in a dark room, she endured the torment inflicted upon her by an unknown man for an entire day and night. And then, finally...

She emerged from that harrowing experience with the funds she needed and the ability to clear Darren's name, propelling him to the pinnacle of his career. It seemed like a triumphant victory, but little did she know that five years down the line, when Darren had become the reigning star of the entertainment industry, he would abandon her for her best friend, Zoe.

His reasons were cruel and unforgivable. He resented her for losing her virginity before him, and he resented her even more for giving birth to someone else's child. But who was it all for? In that moment, as Lorelei lay on the sofa, tears streaming down her face like an unending downpour, she questioned the worth of the six years she had devoted to loving Darren.

How could so many precious years of a woman's life be squandered like this? The weight of her heartbreak crushed her, reducing her to a sobbing mess for hours on end. Eventually, she glanced at the clock and realized it was past 9 p.m. Mr. Carter, her only solace in this bleak existence, hadn't arrived yet. Would he even come at all?

With a sniffle, Lorelei's gaze landed on the wine cabinet in the living room. It held an assortment of wines she couldn't identify. Normally, she didn't drink, but in that moment, she craved the temporary relief it could offer. Impulsively, she grabbed a bottle, uncorked it, and began to gulp it down.

The acrid liquid burned her throat as she continued to cry and drink simultaneously. "Darren, you despicable bastard!" she exclaimed through her tears. "I hope you never win that best actor award! I curse you to fade into obscurity, to become nothing more than a washed-up has-been!"

"You may be handsome, but your heart is tainted with filth! You can't even hold a candle to the ugly Mr. Carter!"

Unbeknownst to Lorelei, outside her door, Zephyr's hand paused mid-turn as he unlocked it with his key. He heard her passionate outburst, and for a fleeting moment, he hesitated.

Chapter 5 Get Ready to Be Bullied?

Zephyr's countenance darkened as he swung open the door, revealing a sight that sent a chill down his spine. The pungent stench of alcohol permeated the air, assaulting his senses. His prized collection of vintage bottles, meticulously amassed over the years, now littered the long, narrow table. Each bottle, worth millions, now stood empty, mocking him.

On the sofa, a woman sprawled lazily, her face flushed with anger as she berated a man. Every venomous word dripped with disdain as she uttered the name "Zephyr Carter."

The scene before him was a chaotic mess, mirroring the state of his heart. This was her true self, now that they were officially bound in matrimony, he thought bitterly.

Lorelei hiccupped and turned her head, her bleary eyes squinting at Zephyr's entrance. She staggered towards him, her unsteady steps betraying her intoxication.

The man standing before her possessed a chiseled nose, slender lips, and perfectly arched eyebrows. He was undeniably handsome, reminiscent of Darren.

No, it couldn't be Darren. How dare he appear before her?

Anger surged through Lorelei as she pursed her lips, her hand poised to strike. But before she could make contact, Zephyr swiftly caught her wrist, his wintry gaze burning with fury.

"How much have you had to drink?" he demanded, his voice laced with irritation.

Her body weakened under his grip, causing her to sway unsteadily. "I haven't had anything to drink," she slurred.

Suddenly, she lunged at him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Darren, I miss you," she murmured, her cheeks flushed with a girlish blush. Her voice softened, taking on a sugary, cutesy tone. "Please don't resent me, Darren. I'm not impure. I didn't mean for any of this to happen..."

Her tears stained his shirt, the thin fabric clinging to his waist, dampened by her despair.

Zephyr's expression darkened further, his face resembling the stormy sky outside.Gazing downward, he observed her petite hands clinging to his waist. Adorable, she appeared, with her loving gaze. Yet, her lips uttered the name of another man.

With the grace of a prince carrying his beloved princess, Zephyr extended his hand and lifted her. Ascending the stairs, each stride exuded strength and purpose.

Initially, warm water awaited in the upstairs bathroom's bathtub. Lorelei had prepared it beforehand, mindful of Zephyr's arrival. However, the water had turned frigid, chilling to the bone.

The intoxicated Lorelei was unceremoniously deposited into the tub by the man.

Clad in a white T-shirt that clung to her damp body, her enticing figure was on full display.

Despite the icy temperature, Zephyr felt a subtle warmth kindle within him as he beheld her.

He despised women, especially after the incident five years ago. No woman could touch him, not even his sister.

Yet, when Lorelei, in her drunken state, embraced him moments ago, he felt something different. Pleasure, perhaps?

"It's cold," Lorelei murmured, her body shivering within the tub.

Strong liquor had clouded her mind, rendering the cold water ineffective in sobering her. Instead, it seemed to fuel her recklessness.

"Darren," she whispered softly from the tub, her voice meek. "I'm cold."

Extending her hand, she grasped Zephyr's trousers. "Could you hold me?" she implored.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly, her face flushed. She looked at him with a seductive allure. "Carry me out of here. I feel cold..."

Her words, spoken in a silky, baby-like voice, melted Zephyr's heart.

It had been a long time since he felt this way.

Reluctantly, he acknowledged that she was different.

Yet, she still called out Darren's name.Zephyr crouched down, his grip firm on her chin. "Tell me, who am I?"

Lorelei's lips pursed, her gaze hazy and intoxicated. "You're Darren."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. Raising his hand, he forced her head into the tub, submerging her in the ice-cold water. But even then, she remained lost in her drunken stupor, flailing helplessly.

After a moment, he released his hold and stared at her coldly. "Say it again. Who am I?"

"Darren Foster," she choked out.

Once more, he pushed her head under the water.

Tears streamed down Lorelei's face as she gasped for air. Her teary eyes locked with his. "Then tell me who you are!"

Zephyr's hand rose, his fingers grazing her plump lips. "I'm your husband."

"My husband..." Lorelei's voice held a helpless tone.

The moment the words left her lips, an undeniable desire surged through Zephyr.

Lorelei reached out, her trembling hand cupping his face. "I don't want to be in the cold water anymore."

"I called you my husband, so you shouldn't bully me anymore."

She had always been beautiful, but in her drunken and tearful state, she became even more enchanting.

Zephyr studied her, his voice husky. "Drunkard."

"Do you even know what bullying truly means?"

Confusion filled Lorelei's eyes as she shook her head.

"Allow me to show you then," he said, his voice throaty.

And with that, he joined her in the tub.

...

The next day arrived, just like any other morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a bright glow.

The curtains were drawn open, revealing a man standing by the French window. His back was turned to her, his posture exuding an air of nonchalant nobility and icy detachment.

Lorelei awoke with a pounding headache.

Last night, she had dreamt something wild. They were in the bathtub, playing together, on the day they had gotten married.Her dream was a tangled mess, a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to be met with the silhouette of a man. Lorelei was so startled that her words stumbled out.

"You, you, you!"

"Who are you?"

Why was there a man in her room?

He stood tall, his back alone revealing that this couldn't be Zephyr Carter!

Then who was he?

Had she truly betrayed Zephyr last night?

Zephyr rubbed his nose bridge, his expression weary. When Lorelei's shock became apparent, he turned to face her. "No more drinking for you."

Last night, she had downed millions of dollars worth of alcohol.

Even if he wasn't concerned about the money, he felt a pang of disappointment at losing those rare editions he had worked so hard to acquire.

With that, he walked away, his demeanor cold.

Lorelei remained in shock, lying on the bed, unable to fully grasp the situation.

She recalled feeling heartbroken after seeing the news about Darren and Zoe last night. That was why she had resorted to drinking.

And then...

"Seriously?"

She surveyed the bruises and marks on her body, a feeling of powerlessness washing over her.

Last night was meant to be Zephyr's and her first night together as a married couple. Not only did she fail to wait for him, but she had also slept with a stranger in his own home...

Suddenly, the rumors she had heard about Zephyr came rushing back. Rumors that painted him as a violent person.

Lorelei could imagine herself meeting a gruesome fate...

And how dare that man, who had slept with her, have the audacity to remain here this morning and warn her against drinking again.

Even if she were the bravest person in the world, she wouldn't dare take another sip!

She held her head in despair, and just then, the door to the room swung open.

Fletcher, clad in yellow pajamas, entered quietly. "I'm hungry."

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