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Chapter 3 The Stolen Bedroom Chapter 3 The Stolen Bedroom "Did you forget, or did I?" Grace's gaze stayed calm. VPN 76 He hadn't offered a single apology for hitting her. Instead, he was still picking on her. +5 Free Coins Before, she had always obeyed him. After work, she played the role of the perfect housewife. She worked tirelessly at the company, and no matter how late he finished socializing, if she was free, she'd always go pick him up. It wasn't just because of the bond they had built through years of hardship. It was also because of... Ethan's father.

The Miller family owed the Carter family a life. When Grace's mother passed away, she and her brother had taken her ashes to the mountain. On the way down, her younger brother Ryan was so grief-stricken that he slipped and tumbled halfway down the slope. Ethan's father, who was there helping, had rushed down without hesitation to save him. But climbing back up, his strength gave out. One slip, and he fell, never to return. From then on, Ethan's mother cursed Grace every time she saw her. If not for saving Ryan, their family wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was gratitude. Either way, Grace endured Ethan's worsening temper year after year. Even when she earned money, she never argued about whose account it went into. Her gentleness and compliance seemed to convince Ethan she was weak. But he had never seen her true nature. She was a hunter too, never anyone's trapped prey. "So now you dare talk to me like this?" Ethan laughed, studying her. "Because you think you've got connections with powerful men now?" Grace pulled away from his hand, eyes flashing with resistance. "Aren't you busy looking after Ethan?

Someone has to care about whether I live or die." Ethan fell silent for a long time. "So you're resenting me." "I..." 11:35 Mon, Feb 16 Chapter 3 The Stolen Bedroom 0:0 VPN 76 +5 Free Coins "My son, why are you still wasting words on this jinx?" A sharp, bitter voice cut in from outside the ward. "One life wasn't enough, now she wants to drag us all down too? You owe this family. Whatever my son says, you obey! If not for my husband, would your brother even be alive to attend college?" It was Ethan's mother. Beside her stood his recently divorced sister, Evelyn Carter.

Evelyn looked Grace up and down with open contempt. "Today, anyone with half a brain would know to hold back until after the event. But you? You actually picked a fight with my brother in front of all those CEOs. Why is it that every time you're around, disaster follows us?" In the Carter family's eyes, Grace was nobody, just a woman with no background who had risen by clinging to Ethan. To them, if she hadn't known embroidery and hadn't clung to him under the pretense of repayment, Ethan would never have looked at her twice.

Ethan, on the other hand, had come from a wealthy family that drove luxury cars and lived in mansions decades ago, back when most people still rode bicycles. Though her parents were gone, their connections remained. Those ties could help Ethan in his career. Compared side by side, Ethan's mother naturally favored Laney. Even back in his youth, she had hoped to connect with the White family. Now, given the chance, she was eager for Ethan to throw Grace away, the "jinx" holding him back. Ethan frowned, turning on his mother and sister. "Can't we stop bringing this up? My dad chose to save Ryan.

No one wanted it to end that way. And as for Grace and me, stay out of it. Go home." He was domineering, arrogant. To be fair, Ethan was smart. But his sharpness was also his flaw, too sensitive, too suspicious. Afraid of angering him, his mother quickly dragged Evelyn away. Ethan looked back at Grace and ordered, "From now on, don't contact Titan Group on your own." Grace clenched the business card still in her palm. He bent down toward her. "Alright? I told you I'll marry you. I will. Just trust me to make you Mrs. Carter.

Leave the business dinners with CEOs to me." 2/4 5 11:35 Mon, Feb 16 Chapter 3 The Stolen Bedroom race closed her eyes and said nothing. Outside the door, Ethan bit her lip. le actually meant to marry Grace? VPN 76 +5 Free Coins The thought stung. She remembered how she once looked down on Ethan, yet now he had uilt Pinnacle Designs into a company strong enough to stand against Titan Group. Ier own family had fallen. The estate was dwindling year by year. he needed Ethan not just to pay for her treatments, but to belong to her completely. he had lived a pampered life.

The idea of clocking in and out like an ordinary worker? Inthinkable. omething dark flickered across her mind as she turned and left quickly. ack at the villa. race walked in first, her mood heavy. Miss?" a maid asked. I'm fine. Go on with your work." he sat in the living room, gazing up at the house. he and Ethan didn't live together regularly. He traveled often, so his own place was near the irport. his villa was a new purchase, less than half a year old. Grace had paid half the cost, intending t to be their future home. than followed her in and sat down.

"Grace, I need to tell you something. Laney, she..." Grace cut him off. "Where's my toast gown?" Sorry, Grace. After you went to the hospital, I suddenly felt unwell. Things got urgent, and the loctors shredded it." aney set down a shopping bag. Grace's eyes locked onto the ruined gown inside, cut into hree pieces. t was her mother's final gift, stitched with her last breath. 3/4 11:35 Mon, Feb 16 Chapter 3 The Stolen Bedroom Unlike any ordinary keepsake. In that moment, even the air seemed to hold its breath.

VPN 76 Grace kept staring at the shredded gown as she asked, her voice flat, "Why is she here?" +5 Free Coins "That's what I was going to say. Laney has a cleanliness issue. She's not comfortable at the hospital. My place is too far from both the hospital and the office, so I thought she could stay here for a while." So? Was this a notice? Grace said nothing. She picked up the ruined gown and carried it upstairs. In the study. Half the room held office supplies, the other half embroidery tools.

She sat silently before the embroidery frame, hands trembling as she threaded a needle and tried to piece the gown back together. Her tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them down. The silk threads were so fine, split into hundreds of strands, lighter than air. Embroiderers couldn't breathe heavily, or even work in summer, when sweat would warp the threads. Tears were even more dangerous. But in the end, she couldn't hold them back. Tears streamed as she dropped the needle, clutching the frame with shaking arms.

Ten years of raising her brother, paying for his college, working day and night with her embroidery, none of that had ever broken her. Only Ethan's betrayal, again and again, was enough to shatter her. 4/4 11:35 Mon, Feb 16 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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