Nancy could not shake the feeling that Yaacob's deep voice possessed some sort of enchanting power. Every time he spoke, coherent thought seemed to elude her. As she stood, the urgent knocking at the door felt like the summons from the reaper itself. Right as she turned her head slightly with the instinct to answer the door, Yaacob's hand suddenly fell over her shoulder. His right hand tightened just enough to send her dress strap slipping down her arm. "Go now," Yaacob said, his voice tinged with a hint of malice. Nancy gritted her teeth. As she opened the door, she was greeted by a beautiful young woman standing outside. "Get… son...?" Yoana Yack stammered, shocked to see Nancy instead of Yaacob, leaving her with words stuck in her throat. Yoana's shock soon turned to displeasure when she noticed Nancy's disheveled appearance. "Who are you? Why are you in my fiancé's room?" Yoana demanded. Nancy did not respond but simply wiped the corner of her lips. Her red, lusci
Nancy's words struck Yoana like lightning, causing Yoana's face to contort violently in surprise. A month ago, when she had come to catch a cheating partner, something had seemed off. At the time, a mob of reporters had rushed in to cause a commotion, and she had fled the scene without thinking too much about it. But now, as Nancy spoke, a disturbing realization began to dawn on Yoana. Nancy was not the escort girl that she hired that day. 'But if that's not the case, then how did she know what happened?' Yoana wondered, her eyes flickering in alarm. Avoiding eye contact with Nancy, Yoana looked away, confusion and suspicion etched across her face. "I… I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered. Nancy, her voice edged with the triumph of a detective cracking a case, responded, "A month ago, you came with people to catch a cheater, and without asking anything, you slapped me, assuming that I was having an affair with your fiancé, Mr. Getson." She continued, "You repe
"Shut up! I don't understand a thing you're saying!" Yoana snapped, interrupting Nancy, fearing that she might reveal more embarrassing truths at any moment. However, at this stage in their fiery confrontation, was a single rebuke really going to silence either woman? Nancy ignored Yoana completely and addressed Yaacob instead, "I remember something strange about your body temperature that night. Were you, like me, a victim of someone's secret plot? You had just returned to the country then, so news of you staying here couldn't have spread widely. The person who drugged you should be someone you already know." Yaacob seemed oblivious to her words, still savoring his red wine leisurely. Nancy frowned. Yaacob was absolutely sly and cunning. He told Nancy to handle it but refused to interfere. Was he not the one who stirred up this fight between the two women in the first place? Even without his response, Yoana's face had turned white with rage, much to Nancy's relief. Yoa
"For the money!" Nancy answered directly. After sizing up the disparity in status between herself and the mysterious man before her, Nancy realized that there was nothing to hide from him. She had come to understand that, with this enigmatic man, a straightforward approach was less likely to backfire. After all, she used to be a public figure, and if he were truly interested in her, it would not be hard for him to find information about her. Upon hearing her answer, Yaacob looked her up and down, his expression revealing a trace of disbelief. Nancy noticed his gaze lingering on her limited-edition handbag, and explained, "This is the last designer bag I have left. The others were pawned to pay off debts." "All that's left are the clothes on my back, preserving the last bit of stubborn pride of a washed-up actress," Nancy said wryly. "After my divorce, I lost all sources of income. I was used to the good life, but now poverty hits me every day like a never-ending nightmare. Give
Nancy's current home was a small house of less than 40 square meters in a low-rent district. Upon returning from the hotel, she stopped to buy dinner. When she reached her temporary rental house, she had to push aside half of her bed, filled with clothing and random belongings, just to lie down. There was no space for much else. After moving out of the Shaw family home, she found that she simply could not fit her life into this tiny space. She now slept hunched in a corner against the wall, the cramped bed laden with remnants of her former existence. She needed a place to call her own, a haven. That was why she had endured Yaacob even knowing that he was using her. She hoped he was not merely toying with her. Otherwise, she might just lose her temper and confront him with a bucket of red paint. Even if the marriage proposal was uncertain, at least she had helped him drive away his troublesome fiancée that day. She expected some compensation, at least enough to get a bigger place.
Nancy's eyes sparkled at the sight of the new limited-edition yellow dress that was just released that day. It was a strikingly well-designed piece. She was drawn to it as soon as she stepped into the store. The shop assistant, noticing her interest, promptly fetched the dress for her to try on. "Miss, you should try this on! With your figure, you'll look even more beautiful!" Nancy had only planned to make a quick purchase and leave with her face hidden behind a mask. However, as many women knew, it was never that easy to walk away from an appealing piece of clothing. Besides, she had just waited three hours in line outside for this exclusive item. Trying on the dress, even if she could not afford it, would be a small reward for her patience. Nancy could not resist it, so she took the dress into the fitting room. Her face was still covered by her mask when she emerged from the fitting room. Her slender figure did nothing to hide her beauty. The shop assistant was nearly brea
"Spencer, I saw this store when I was driving by yesterday. There's this incredibly beautiful yellow dress in the window. I want it so much!" Teresa's eyes sparkled, her voice gentle and feminine, filled with longing. She grabbed Spencer's sleeve and tugged it, the way a child might beg for candy. Her face was bright, hopeful, and irresistible. Spencer looked at her with a smile, his gaze softening as he said, "You could have it sent directly to our home. Why even bother coming to the store?" "But it's not the same! I love shopping with you. I only buy things if you say they look good on me!" Teresa's voice was authoritative yet playful, full of the youthful zest of a woman demanding her boyfriend's company while shopping. Her tone was so sweet it could melt a man's heart, making one want to reach out and pat her head as if she were a pretty little cat, and that was exactly what Spencer did. Nancy turned away, unwilling to watch their flirting. Perhaps this was how a normal r
"What do you want with me?" Nancy's voice was as frigid as the chill in the air. Her eyes met Spencer's, and all she could see was a replay of the past month. The car accident, the hospital bed, the narrow escape from death, and then the divorce papers. His signature was already there, but he was nowhere to be found. The pressure had come from all sides. The Shaw family's parents had visited the hospital several times, not to see how she was recovering, but to insist that she sign the papers. Their fake concern later turned into outright threats and bribes. Nancy had left the Lawson family, given up her career for Spencer, and played the dutiful housewife for six months. Now, she had no power and no way to fight back. Ultimately, she had signed the papers. But it was not over. Even divorced, they would not leave her alone. The subsequent disputes with the agency were like a relentless pursuit to destroy her. Did Spencer know? Was he aware of what was happening? Was Teresa, no