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When the car pulled away from the Bishop estate, Mrs. Bishop was inconsolable.Chloe’s eyes were rimmed with red. There was an old saying: A married daughter is like splashed water. From this day forward, she was a guest in her own childhood home, a woman belonging to another family. She wouldn't be coming back here to live for a very long time."I want to bring my father home. I’m not comfortable leaving him alone at the hospital," Chloe said once her emotions had settled. She looked at Xavier, terrified that Arthur might try another assassination attempt under the cover of the night.Xavier was leaning back against the leather seat, eyes closed as if resting. He radiated a sense of dangerous lethality even in repose. "Do whatever you want," he replied, his voice low and magnetic."Do you know the man from tonight?" Chloe asked, a shiver of revulsion passing through her at the memory of Marcus’s face. "Letting him go like that... won't he come back for revenge?""He wouldn't dare."I

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When Chloe stepped into the room, she was paralyzed by the sheer carnage.Every piece of furniture that could be overturned was flipped. Anything that could be smashed lay in a million jagged pieces. Quilts, bedsheets, and designer clothes were strewn across the floor like a landfill.Beyond that, the room was a mosaic of destruction: shredded book pages, pulverized plastic toys, and glass shards. A heavy wooden stool lay cracked and twisted in a corner.Most shocking of all, every single leather surface—from the headboard to the accent chairs—had been gouged with deep, jagged holes. The pristine white walls were pockmarked with dents, and the expensive mahogany desk and wardrobe were crisscrossed with deep scratches.If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Chloe would never have believed that the shy, doll-like "little puppy" she met yesterday possessed such terrifying destructive power. This wasn't a tantrum; it was a disaster zone.Xavier isn't raising a son, she realized, a chill

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Chloe took a moment to center herself, then walked toward the wardrobe. She leaned in close to the heavy oak doors and whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "Liam Jr., it’s Chloe. I'm..."Auntie? Mother? Stepmother?The titles felt heavy and premature. She caught herself and pivoted. "Liam Jr., do you remember me? We met last night. I held you, remember?"Silence."Liam Jr., I’m staying here tonight, but I don't know anyone else in this big house. Could you come out and keep me company?"Still nothing.Chloe didn't let the rejection sting. Instead, she adopted a tiny, pathetic tremble in her voice. "I just got here and I’m so lost. Your daddy was just being so mean to me. Sniff... Poor me! What am I going to do? Sob..."Xavier: "..."He watched her with an expression that bordered on disbelief. Was this woman serious? He began to harbor genuine doubts about why he had brought her into his home. Was her IQ even in the double digits?But then, the impossible happened.The heavy wardrobe

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However, the regret hit Chloe almost as soon as she picked up her chopsticks.Sitting between these two "refrigerators" was agonizing. Throughout the entire meal, neither father nor son uttered a single word. The silence was heavy, awkward, and cold. Chloe felt a sudden pang of dread realizing that this was to be her life from now on.Still, she had to admit that Xavier possessed a natural, aristocratic grace. Watching him eat was like watching a masterclass in etiquette—refined, precise, and visually captivating.By the time dinner concluded, Chloe glanced at the wall clock. It was 11:00 PM.These two really know how to starve, she thought.After a night of chaos, the little boy was finally fading. When Xavier moved to take him for a bath, the "little puppy" gripped Chloe’s hand with surprising strength, refusing to let go. It took three repeated promises that she wasn't going anywhere before he finally released his hold."Is their life always this... unregulated?" Chloe asked, turni

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Chloe had no idea why the little guy was so drawn to her—it was more than just liking; it was a desperate dependency.Could I look like his biological mother? she wondered.After placing him on the bed, his small hand still gripped her sleeve with an iron will. She had no choice but to lie down beside him, gently patting his back. "Sleep, Liam Jr. I’ll stay right here with you."Liam Jr. stared at the gentle face before him, his eyelids fluttering. After a few moments, his heavy lids finally closed. He shifted his small body, burrowing deeper into Chloe’s embrace. She continued her soothing strokes until the sound of even, rhythmic breathing filled the room.Once she was certain he was deep in sleep, she carefully lifted the hem of his shirt...Chloe didn't have words for the horror she felt. That tiny body was a roadmap of agony. Scars—some jagged, some circular—crisscrossed his chest and abdomen. Even the areas hidden by his shorts were marred by old wounds. There were long welts th

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Nanny White smiled, her eyes lingering on the other honors listed in the report. "The Madam is far more accomplished than anyone imagined."Xavier glanced at Chloe’s transcripts and let out a dismissive snort. "Aside from her mediocre grades, she seems to have excelled in every possible form of play."His implication was clear: Chloe Bishop was a socialite who lacked serious ambition and spent her life chasing hobbies.Nanny White simply nodded in polite agreement.Closing the folder, Xavier gave a stern command. "Keep a close eye on her while I’m away. Nothing can go wrong with Liam Jr. again."The smile vanished from Nanny White’s face, replaced by a mask of professional gravity. "Understood, Master Xavier.""Dismissed."Xavier waved her away and retreated to his bedroom. He tapped a finger against a sleek tablet, and the nursery's live feed flickered onto the liquid crystal screen, showing two peaceful, sleeping faces.Looking at his son tucked snugly in Chloe’s arms, the frost in

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"Liam, please take me away. I’m begging you..."Sara was sobbing in total despair, her frail body racked with violent tremors."Sara, look at me."Liam took her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. "As long as I’m here, no one will ever lay a finger on you again. You hate this place? Then we’ll erase it from the earth."With a sharp wave of his hand, he gave the command. "Level it."He held Sara, making her watch as the heavy excavators roared to life. In a matter of seconds, the damp, rotting shack was crushed into splinters. Next came the small brick house adjacent to it—within minutes, the entire site of her nightmare was reduced to a pile of broken concrete and dust.Watching the walls collapse, Sara finally let out a piercing wail, the tears flowing freely.It was over. Those horrific days were truly over. She would never have to return to that cage, never again have to endure being treated like a piece of refuse that anyone could kick or trample."Cry," Liam whispere

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Inside the ornate halls of the Grayson estate, the Old Madam Grayson—a woman as sharp-witted as she was wealthy—had invited her inner circle of "old sisters" for a game of Mahjong. After several rounds, she was cleaning house, her laughter echoing through the room."Oh, my! I have to say, Master Tyson's prediction was spot on," the Old Madam chirped, stacking her winning tiles. "Chloe just stepped through the door yesterday afternoon, and look at my luck today! She truly is a vessel of fortune for this family."Hearing this, Old Madam Julian pulled a long face and glared across the table. "You old fox! You played me dirty. We agreed you wouldn't compete with me for her. Now that Julian is coming back, how am I supposed to explain this to him?"Years ago, when Chloe Bishop was born, the legendary fortune teller Master Tyson had been recovering in the same hospital. He had proclaimed that this girl was born with a "treasure basin"—whoever married her would see their family, their busine

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The little guy blinked once, twice, his entire face flushing a brilliant crimson. He scrambled off the bed with a speed that belied his small stature and bolted into the en-suite bathroom. "How adorable," Chloe murmured to herself. It was still hard to reconcile this shy, blushing child with the violent psychological barriers and self-harming tendencies Nanny White had described. She walked to the door and gave it a soft, rhythmic knock. "Liam Jr.?" Ten seconds passed in silence before the door creaked open just enough for a small, tousled head to peek out. Chloe stepped inside, squeezed a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto a small brush, and handed it to him. Together, they stood before the mirror, matching each other’s movements as they brushed. Throughout the entire process, the boy's eyes remained crinkled into happy little crescents. Once they were washed and dressed, Chloe led him out of the room, only to find Nanny White standing faithfully by the door. The head housekee

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Chloe had no idea what was brewing in the Old Madam’s mind, but the mere mention of a wedding was enough to startle her. "I really don't think a wedding is that important," she said softly, trying to sound as humble as possible. "There's no need to go through all that trouble. As long as Xavier and I are happy, that’s all that matters."To climb into the Grayson family’s good graces, she had practically been ready to kneel before Xavier. How could she dare dream of a grand, glittering wedding?After speaking, she caught Nanny White's eye. Did I handle that right? she wondered. Nanny White gave a subtle, encouraging nod, and Chloe felt a small wave of relief.But Old Madam Grayson was not so easily swayed. "That absolutely won't do," she insisted, her voice firm despite her smile. "If we don't have a wedding, how am I supposed to look your mother in the eye and explain ourselves?"Chloe went silent. My parents? They would certainly want to see her married off with dignity and prestige.

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