She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned.
He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned.
Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law.
Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, "We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair."
He pursed his lips in silence.
The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride.
(Declaration of Ownership Chapter)
"Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company." Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past.
Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party.
He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, "Wife, tell him, who am I to you?"
Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something.
(Cherishing Her Chapter)
"Young master, the young mistress said something strange today." The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities.
"What did she say?"
"The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful." The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June?
Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs.
The next day.
As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.

In a hotel in the center of the Maldives, within a certain room.


Nicholas Coldwell's lips were tightly pursed. A cold shadow flickered across his tense, handsome face, but it was fleeting. Diana Powell didn't catch that flicker of coldness at all. Nicholas lay down beside her and pulled the blanket over them both.


After ten minutes, Diana was fast asleep.


Only then did he sit up, put on his robe, and walk out to the balcony to gaze at the night view.


His and Diana's honeymoon journey had begun in Hawaii, with the second stop in Paris, France, and the third being the Maldives. Today, they had just flown from Paris to the Maldives. He didn't know that Julia Bluen, the woman he couldn't forget, had just departed from the Maldives for Paris; their planes had practically brushed past each other.


The beauty of the Maldives was somewhat intoxicating, yet a sting remained—Julia Bluen's words, her claim that she had gotten married.


Chapter 124 - Chapter 124: Threads of Affection, Seemingly There and Not (4)_1