Back when Jason and I first fell in love, I believed in him. I believed in us. He promised me the world—a life of partnership, power, and passion. We were supposed to conquer everything together, side by side. 

But as the years passed, his love turned into control, and his promises became chains.

Jason wasn’t the man I fell in love with anymore. His touch, once warm and reassuring, became cold and calculating. He used me as a pawn in his endless games of power, parading me around as his perfect fiancé while secretly betraying me with her—Shane, the woman who haunted every corner of my life.

At first, I tried to fight for us, for the dream we once shared. But Jason’s love wasn’t love anymore—it was suffocating. He’d pull me aside, his grip bruising, his voice a venomous whisper in my ear…

“Don’t forget who you belong to, Marla.”

But I wasn’t his. 

I planned my escape, faking a smile by day and plotting my freedom by night. 

The wedding day approached, but I knew one thing for certain—I wouldn’t be walking down that aisle.

Because by then, I’d already be dead.

——

Marla’s POV

"Is it ready?" I asked, my voice cold and emotionless.

My butler, a tall and muscular man, nodded. Without a word, he moved closer, pulling away the white blanket that covered the long stretcher. As the fabric slipped off, my breath hitched. My mind went blank for a moment as I stared at the body lying there.

It was me.

My corpse.

"It’s ready, Lady Marla," he said calmly.

I stepped closer to the lifeless body, examining it carefully. The resemblance was perfect—down to every detail. My face, my hair, my features, even the butterfly tattoo on my thigh. It was all there.

I turned to the butler, my expression firm. "Good. Make sure everything is flawless. No one must ever find out about this. If the truth comes out..." I paused, my voice dropping into a lethal tone, "I will do whatever it takes to kill whoever betrays me."

The butler bowed deeply. "Yes, Lady Marla."

Without hesitation, he returned to his task, ensuring the corpse was prepared for the upcoming wake. I watched him for a moment before my gaze drifted into the distance. My thoughts spiraled back to the reason behind all of this.

I had to fake my death.

It was the only way to escape my impending marriage to Jason, the ruthless mafia kingpin of this city—and my fiancé.

I knew this might not make sense to anyone else, but to me, it was the only option. I clenched my fists, the memories of everything we’d been through flashing before me. Our union was supposed to symbolize the merging of two powerful mafia dynasties.

But everything fell apart when I discovered something—something unforgivable.

Now, I had to make sure my plan was perfect. The world had to believe I was truly dead. Only then would Jason suffer for the sins he’d committed against me.

"Lady Marla," the butler’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"It’s ready."

I straightened myself, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I walked toward him. Each step echoed with purpose, a reminder of the price everyone would pay if my plan went wrong.

Nothing and no one can stop me from carrying out my plans.

Once upon a time, I was deeply in love with him. I gave him everything. My body, my soul, my heart. Everything a woman could possibly give to a man in the name of love—I gave it all to Jason.

And what did I get in return?

Betrayal.

He cheated on me.

The audacity of that man, to cheat on me. I couldn’t accept it. I still can’t. For years, I tolerated his nonsense—his excuses, his lies, his absence. But it was her, Shane, his mistress, who shattered every hope I had left.

That shameless woman didn’t just steal him from me. She flaunted it.

She had the nerve to send me pictures and their messages. Every word they exchanged about their secret meetings felt like a dagger to my chest. She made it sound like some grand victory, like cheating on me was her greatest achievement. And the timing—God, the timing—it was right before our wedding.

“Lady Marla, I know this is heartbreaking... but are you really sure about this?”

The voice of my butler, Matthew, pulled me out of my thoughts.

I turned to him, my gaze as cold as steel. “Don’t you dare say a word about this.”

He bowed quickly and stepped back. “Yes, Lady Marla,” he said, his voice trembling as he hurried away.

The wedding is drawing closer now. My resolve to leave everything behind has only grown stronger. I know what we built together. I know we created an empire. But that empire—and everything it stands for—is part of what I am leaving behind.

A smirk curled on my lips as I grabbed a glass of red wine. I took a long sip, the bitter sweetness warming my throat. My fingers traced the rim of the glass, absentmindedly swirling the liquid inside.

Our wedding is in two weeks.

And I know they’ll be stunned when the bride who shows up is already dead.

Chapter 2

Marla’s POV

I went home, pretending like I wasn’t up to anything. The moment I arrived at our mansion, I was caught off guard. Waiting for me was my fiancé.

Jason. The man who would soon be my husband. The same man who was a cunning, unapologetic devil in disguise.

"Marla," he said, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the silence. "Where have you been? You’ve been avoiding me."

His gaze pinned me in place like a predator sizing up its prey. Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, pulling me into a possessive embrace. His arms locked around me like chains, and he buried his face in the curve of my neck. His breath lingered against my skin, deliberate and invasive, as though claiming me as his own.

I stiffened, a knot forming in my throat. Forcing myself to play along, I returned his embrace. My mind screamed at me to push him away, but I couldn’t.

When he finally released me, his dark eyes bore into mine. I painted a bright smile on my face, masking the rage I was feeling inside.

"I just went to the mall," I said lightly. "Looking at jewelry for the wedding."

I hoped for a flicker of guilt, a sign that he might confess. But Jason was unreadable, his expression calm and calculated.

"You didn’t need to bother," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I’ve already arranged everything. The finest jewelry money can buy, handpicked for you. I don’t leave things to chance, Marla. You should know that by now."

His arrogance was suffocating, yet undeniably commanding. He didn’t ask for gratitude—he demanded it, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before I could respond, he seized my hand, his grip firm. "Come," he said, leading me toward the door. "We’re going to the farm. I have something to show you."

"Jason, I—"

"Don’t argue," he cut me off, his voice smooth but dangerous. "You’ll want to see this."

Reluctantly, I followed.

The drive was quiet, his presence heavy and impossible to ignore. When we arrived at the farm, the sight was almost overwhelming. Horses stood dressed in perfect gear, showing just how much Jason controlled every detail.

He strode ahead, his movements purposeful, and stopped near a stall. "Marla," he said, gesturing toward a chestnut-colored horse, "meet Chestnut. I bought him for you."

His tone carried no warmth, only a smug satisfaction that made my stomach churn. Jason wasn’t giving me a gift; he was reminding me of his power, his ability to control every aspect of my life.

Before I could respond, someone called out to him.

"Jason, is that you?"

We turned to see Dave and a few others approaching. Jason’s demeanor shifted.

"I didn’t see you there."

Their conversation turned to business, the details as ruthless as the man himself—profits, leverage, control. I barely listened, my attention drifting to Chestnut.

I leaned closer to the horse, whispering under my breath, "I want to kill that man."

My voice was low, but the venom in it was unmistakable. I watched Jason from afar, his commanding presence dominating the group, every word calculated to assert his dominance.

And then she arrived.

"Jason!"

Shane’s voice cut through the air, her approach a deliberate performance. Her laughter was too loud, her smile too bright, and the way she touched Jason made my blood boil.

Jason turned back to me with that maddening, yet, composed authoritative looks of him.

"Marla," he said, his tone edged with authority, "give me Chestnut."

I froze. "What? Why?"

"I need him for today’s race."

I glanced at Chestnut. The horse looked weak, exhausted. He didn’t have the strength for a race.

"Jason, he’s not—"

"I didn’t ask for your opinion," he said coldly, cutting me off. Without waiting for my consent, he took the reins and walked toward Shane.

"Watch me race," he said to her, his smile predatory.

Shane, of course, was all too eager. She laughed, leaning into him as though I didn’t exist.

I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. Jason’s disregard for me was undeniable. But as anger burned in my chest, I promised myself that one day, I’d find a way to escape him.

Chapter 3

Marla’s POV

There was nothing I could do when Jason decided to take Chestnut and get ready for the race. I crossed my arms, watching him with a sinking feeling in my chest. I knew this was all for show. Shane, his mistress, was here, and he was putting on a performance. They thought I didn’t know about them, but I knew everything.

When the signal went off, the race began, and the horses bolted forward. Jason rode Chestnut with his usual confidence, while Shane stood beside me, clapping and yelling like a cheerleader.

"Go, Jason! Go, Chestnut!" she shouted, her voice grating on my nerves.

The way Shane cheered for Jason felt too comfortable, too practiced. It was clear she’d been in this position before, rooting for him like she belonged by his side.

Suddenly, gasps erupted from the crowd. My heart dropped as I focused back on the race. Chestnut was struggling. His pace slowed, his legs faltered, and then he stumbled, throwing Jason off to the ground.

“Oh my gosh!” Shane screamed, rushing toward Jason without a moment’s hesitation.

I stayed where I was, watching the scene unfold. Deep down, I thought he deserved it.

Minutes later, Shane returned, clinging to Jason like a lifeline, her arm wrapped around his waist. Jason’s face remained stoic, his presence commanding despite what had just happened. He walked with deliberate steps, ignoring the medical team tending to Chestnut as if it didn’t matter.

“This is your fault!” Shane snapped suddenly, spinning toward me and pointing a finger.

“You’re the one taking care of the horse, aren’t you? No wonder this happened—you’re neglecting him!”

Her voice was sharp, but her accusation didn’t faze me. I raised my hands, not out of guilt but frustration.

“What are you talking about?” I said sharply. “That horse was handed to me today.”

Before I could say more, Jason’s cold, firm voice cut through.

“Enough.”

I froze. His gaze shifted to Shane, silencing her immediately. His tone didn’t rise, but the authority in it was undeniable.

He leaned closer to Shane, speaking in low tones I couldn’t hear, and she nodded, still looking upset. Jason then turned to me briefly, his eyes narrowing as if daring me to say another word. I didn’t.

Minutes later, Chestnut was back on the field, looking far too weak to be running again.

“Chestnut, go!” Shane yelled, bouncing with excitement.

Jason’s attention was fully on the horse now, his posture relaxed but deliberate. He didn’t rush. Instead, he stood still, waiting for the animal to approach him, and it did, obediently.

I noticed the way Jason interacted with Chestnut. His movements were precise, almost calculated. It wasn’t kindness—it was control. Even the horse seemed to understand who held the power here.

Shane, hovering beside him, asked softly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Jason gave her a glance, but he smiled at her, a genuine smile I never received from him, “I’m fine.”

She brushed her hand against his arm, her touch lingering. Jason allowed it for a moment before running his fingers through her hair, as if he owned her. Their gazes locked, and the connection between them was obvious.

Watching them, my chest tightened with anger.

The race organizers announced a break, and people began to wander around. I thought about sitting next to Jason, but Shane beat me to it, slipping into the seat beside him like it was her rightful place.

“Is it okay if I sit here?” she asked sweetly, though she didn’t wait for an answer.

I stayed quiet, biting back the urge to lash out. Let her act like she was winning. I knew better than to challenge Jason openly in public.

As soon as Shane sat down, she grabbed Jason’s hand without hesitation, intertwining her fingers with his. What angered me even more is that he didn’t pull away. He let her.

The whispers from the crowd reached my ears, sharp and cruel.

“Isn’t Jason engaged to Marla? Why does it look like there’s something between him and Shane?” someone murmured.

“Why isn’t Marla saying anything? Doesn’t she care?” another voice added.

I swallowed the shame building inside me. Their judgment felt like a weight pressing down on me.

The speakers boomed, cutting through the murmurs.

“Everyone, we have an announcement! There’s going to be another racing competition. Riders, get ready and prepare your horses!”

The energy picked up again as people gathered in excitement. Shane turned to Jason, her voice dripping with smugness.

“I placed a $50,000 bet to support Marla’s horse!” she said, loud enough for me to hear.

Her tone made my blood boil, and her smirk was infuriating when she glanced at me.

“Thanks,” I said flatly, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted.

Inside, I was agitated. Let her brag. Let her think she had the upper hand.

It wouldn’t last forever.

Chapter 4

Suddenly, an announcement echoed through the air: "The second race will now begin!"

Without hesitation, Jason stood up, his presence commanding as ever. Shane clapped enthusiastically beside him, her excitement almost nauseating.

Jason mounted Chestnut with a single, fluid motion. His authority was unshakable, and despite my irritation, I couldn’t deny that he looked completely in control.

“Go, Jason!” Shane cheered loudly, as if she were his personal cheerleader.

Chestnut started strong, taking an early lead. But halfway through the race, it became obvious something was wrong. The horse looked tired, its pace slowing. Jason’s expression turned cold, his frustration visible even from a distance. Despite his efforts, Chestnut only managed to finish in third place.

As Jason dismounted, Shane spun toward me, her eyes blazing.

"You’re not taking proper care of your horse! Chestnut always looks exhausted! You’re such a lazy owner!"

With Jason not nearby, I refused to back down. Raising an eyebrow, I gave Shane a look that could cut glass.

"You don’t know a damn thing," I snapped. "So shut your mouth before I make you regret it."

Shane blinked, stunned by my boldness, but she quickly recovered, her face twisting with anger. Before either of us could escalate further, Jason appeared, his sharp gaze immediately silencing the tension.

"What the hell is going on here? Are you two fighting?" His voice was calm, but the dominance in it was unmistakable.

I clenched my fists, shooting Shane one last glare before turning to face Jason. But before I could speak, Shane jumped in, her tone sharp.

"You’re only in third place, Jason, and I just spent $50,000 betting on you!"

I rolled my eyes, biting my tongue to keep from saying something I’d regret.

Jason didn’t flinch. Instead, he shrugged, his tone cold and decisive. "Then I’ll buy the horse that came in first place. Problem solved."

His words weren’t directed at Shane—they were aimed at me. His icy blue eyes locked on mine, as if he wanted to offer some twisted version of reassurance.

But I wasn’t having it. "I’ll check on Chestnut," I said flatly, turning on my heel before either of them could say another word.

I made my way to the horse farm, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Chestnut stood in his stall, looking utterly drained. I grabbed some feed and gently placed it in front of him, feeling a pang of guilt for the way he was being used.

As I fed him, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Are you Jason’s fiancée?" a woman’s voice asked.

I turned around, recognizing her as the farm’s administrator.

"Yes. Why?"

She hesitated, then gave a small smile, as if what she was about to say wasn’t important.

"Oh, nothing. It’s just… Chestnut was sold. Jason arranged it earlier today."

I froze, the words hitting me like a punch.

"W-What?"

She shrugged, as though it was just business. "The horse that won first place? That’s going to replace Chestnut. Jason made the deal right after the race."

I stared at her, unable to process what I’d just heard.

"Jason loved that horse," she added thoughtfully. "But, well… I guess he loves winning more."

"Where is he now?" I asked, my voice low but steady.

"In the VIP lounge, I think. He’s with someone—"

I didn’t wait for her to finish. The anger inside me had reached its boiling point. I stormed off toward the VIP lounge, each step fueled by frustration and disbelief.

When I reached the door, I noticed it was slightly open.

"Jason!" I called out, but my voice faltered as I heard something inside.

I froze.

"Shane. You’re so delicious." Jason’s voice was low, and unmistakable.

My heart stopped. I stepped back, the reality of what was happening crashing down on me. —left no room for doubt.

I stood there, paralyzed, unable to believe what I was hearing. Every part of me screamed to turn away, to leave, but I couldn’t move.

My world shattered in that moment, and all I could do was stand there, drowning in the betrayal.

Chapter 5

Marla’s POV

That image, that feeling—it hurt deep inside. At that moment, I knew what I had to do—I made the decision to cut them off completely.

I walked back to the administrator, my mind a mess, and then I saw Chestnut. Even though it wasn’t easy, I couldn’t help but feel attached to Chestnut in some way. After all, the poor horse was being dragged into all this chaos. I didn’t want the first-place horse that Jason bought for me. I just wanted it to go back to its original owner.

“Please, just give it back to the original owner,” I said. My voice echoed with anger and pain. Before I left, I warned them, “Before Jason asks, tell him it was my order.”

I turned around before anyone could respond.

When I returned to the mansion, everyone was surprised to see me come back by myself. “Lady Marla, where’s Lord Jason?” they asked, but I didn’t answer any of their questions. I just walked straight to our room.

Once inside, I let everything go. I started tearing apart everything that had anything to do with him. His things—his figurines, his clothes—I threw them around, ripping them apart. Even the gifts he gave me. The shoes, the bags—everything. I wanted it all gone!

I walked out, and the servants were standing there, watching me. It was like they could hear the destruction I was causing inside. “What? Why are you staring?!” I shouted at them. They all flinched, scared, and immediately ran off in all directions. But I wasn’t done. I wasn’t satisfied yet.

I went to the living room and smashed the TV, destroyed everything he owned—anything I knew he’d bought with his money. It was all chaos. The maids and servants could only watch, helpless, as I raged through the house.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Then, I saw him—Matthew. He stood there, watching me, probably trying to figure out what to say. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off with a cold stare.

“Proceed according to the plan,” I whispered.

Matthew was taken aback by what I said. “Are you sure, Lady Marla?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice loud, even though I couldn’t stop myself from yelling. “I’ll make him regret this! I’ll make sure he pays for what he’s done!”

I was determined. My plan was simple: I would make it look like I had been in a car accident. I knew it would shake him, and Matthew could sense the intensity in my words.

“Yes, Lady Marla. I’ll arrange everything,” Matthew responded, bowing his head as if he had no choice but to follow my lead.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to keep my composure, even though I could feel the madness creeping in. But... I had loved him. And in the end, it was only pain that was left.

I told the servants to clean up the mess, and it didn’t take long for Jason to storm into the mansion. His footsteps echoed through the hall, sharp and deliberate. When he saw me, he walked straight toward me, his expression dark and unreadable, though there was a flicker of frustration in his eyes.

"Why did you leave without a word?" His tone wasn’t frantic—it was sharp, cold, and demanding. "And why didn’t you accept the first-place horse I arranged for you?"

There was no warmth in his voice, just a calculated edge. He didn’t care about me or the horses. This was about him—his pride, his image.

"I don’t care about horse racing," I said firmly, my voice icy. "And I don’t care about that horse."

For a moment, he just stared at me. His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he were dissecting me, trying to measure how far he could push. But I didn’t flinch. I kept my expression cold, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing what I was thinking.

Then, without warning, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and his voice dropped to a low murmur. "You don’t have to care about the races or the horses," he said. "But you will care about me. And I’ll make sure of it."

His words weren’t a promise—they were a command.

I pull my arm free and shoved him back, glaring at him. "Do whatever you want, Jason," I said with disdain, my voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside me.

He didn’t react, his face a mask of calm authority. He didn’t need to raise his voice or show his emotions. He was the kind of man who didn’t need to win arguments—he controlled them.

"Dinner’s ready," I added, my tone cutting, before turning my back on him and walking away.

You’ll see my vengeance, Jason. You’ll regret this.

Chapter 6

Marla’s POV

We headed straight to the dining hall, and Jason, for once, didn’t say a word.

He quietly followed me, his presence heavy yet silent.

Once we sat down, I tried my best to act like everything was fine, but deep inside, I was seething. I wanted to strangle him. I wanted him to suffer for everything he was putting me through.

As soon as we settled at the table, I couldn’t help myself—I had to bring up the issue about Chestnut.

“So, who did you sell Chestnut to?” I asked, keeping my tone as steady as I could.

His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched tightly, and his gaze was sharp, almost dangerous. Then, with unsettling calmness, he replied, “It was just a business partner.”

I scoffed, barely hiding my disbelief. “A business partner, huh? I doubt that,” I muttered under my breath.

Before the tension could thicken any further, my phone buzzed with a notification. I paused, putting down my fork to check the message. And, oh, wasn’t this just delightful? The message was from Shane.

As I read it, my stomach twisted in anger.

Attached to the message was a photo—a picture of her kissing Chestnut on the forehead.

Looks like I know who he gave it to.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound escaping me bitterly and uncontrollably. Jason immediately noticed, his eyes narrowing, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I turned to him and shook my head. “Nothing,” I said curtly. “Just finish your dinner.”

But I had no appetite left. I pushed back my chair, stood up, and left him sitting there alone.

“Marla!” Jason called after me, his voice firm and commanding, but I ignored him. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, heading toward a different room—one that wasn’t ours.

He followed me, his footsteps echoing behind mine. Before he could catch up, I turned around and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I’m not sleeping in our room tonight,” I said coldly.

“Marla! Don’t you dare turn your back on me,” he said, his voice booming with authority, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I shut the door in his face, cutting off whatever argument he was about to make.

The next morning, I forced myself to rest. After everything that had drained me emotionally and physically, I needed to regain my strength.

Over the next few days, I wasn’t surprised that Jason didn’t come home. I knew he was busy dealing with issues at his company.

I was sipping a glass of water when my phone buzzed with another message from Shane.

My heart sank as I opened it and saw a photo of her and Jason together at his company.

They were holding hands, her face glowing with satisfaction. The message was loud and clear—she was flaunting their closeness, as if to remind me that Jason, my fiancé, was hers in every way that mattered.

I don’t know why she’s doing this or how she even got my number, but one thing is for sure—she’s trying to mock me.

This is the moment I need to leave everything behind.

But then another message came in from Shane, accompanied by a new photo. The sight made my world come to a screeching halt.

It was an x-ray. An ultrasound, to be exact.

The image of an unborn child stared back at me, accompanied by Shane’s message:

‘We’re looking forward to the baby’s arrival. We’ll meet this angel soon.’

My heart plummeted, and the strength in my legs gave out. Before I could process what was happening, I collapsed.

“Lady Marla!” panicked voices echoed around me as the house staff rushed to my side.

“Call Jason!” I managed to scream, my voice breaking with desperation. “Tell him to come home. Now!”

The servants sprang into action, and I was left. Minutes passed like hours until Matthew returned. His expression was a mix of hesitation and disappointment as he approached me.

“Lady Marla,” he began carefully, “Sir Jason said there was an emergency at work. He instructed us to take care of you and ensure you recover… before the wedding.”

His words cut through me like a knife.

“Where is he?!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the room.

Matthew hurriedly handed me a phone. “He’s on the line. I was just speaking to him.”

Without hesitation, I snatched the phone from Matthew’s hand. “Jason! Where are you?!” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and desperation.

But instead of hearing Jason’s voice, a different, unmistakable tone greeted me. The voice on the other end was high-pitched, playful, and far too familiar.

“Jason, hang up already,” the voice chirped. “Come here. Let’s continue what we were doing.”

Shane.

Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, and the casual intimacy of her words made my blood boil. I felt my grip tighten around the phone, my knuckles turning white. My heart raced, each beat filled with rage and betrayal.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. She was with him right now. Whatever he was doing, it was with her, not handling an "emergency," as he had claimed.

“Jason!” I finally yelled, my voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. “Answer me!”

But the line had already gone dead.

Chapter 7

Marla’s POV

My hands trembled, and before I knew it, I had dropped the phone I was holding.

"Lady Marla!" Matthew screamed. Everything became a blur, and then darkness consumed me.

When I woke up, the first thing I heard was a commanding voice barking orders.

"Make sure she regains her strength before the wedding happens."

The sheer authority in his tone sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to make sense of the chaos around me.

"W-What happened?" I asked weakly, still disoriented.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Jason suddenly appeared before me. I froze, shocked to see him here. The last thing I remembered was that he wasn’t even home.

“You’re finally awake,” he said, his tone cold and devoid of emotion. It was like he just wanted to confirm I was conscious, nothing more.

I struggled to sit up, my body still weak. I looked around. It looked like I was in a hospital.

Then I remembered what had happened and why I had been brought here. I looked at Jason, expecting him to say something, but he didn’t even seem guilty—even though he knew I had heard them.

I needed to end this miserable situation with him.

“I need to visit the welfare home,” I said all of a sudden.

The welfare home—the one I had worked so hard to fund and build. I needed to go there before I commenced with my plan.

Jason’s eyes narrowed. “Why now? You’re still sick, and you just woke up. You’re not going anywhere,” he said sharply.

I glared at him, my frustration boiling over. “And what about you? Why are you here? Since when did you start pretending to care about me? Don’t act like you suddenly care now!”

I didn’t expect what happened next. He grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip almost painful.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” he growled, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. For a moment, I thought he might lose control.

I stayed silent, too stunned to speak. After a few tense seconds, he let go of my hand, visibly calming himself down.

“Just focus on recovering,” he muttered. “You need to regain your strength before our wedding.”

And with that, he walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

This wasn’t the Jason I used to know. He had changed—he wasn’t the same man I once loved. Ever since Shane entered our lives, everything about him had become different.

I was still lost in thought when Matthew came in carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“Lady Marla, someone sent you these flowers. There’s a letter with it too,” he said, handing them to me.

I took the flowers and the letter, already suspecting who might have sent them. I knew it wasn’t Jason—he wouldn’t bother with such gestures.

As I opened the letter, my heart raced. My suspicion grew stronger.

It was from Shane.

‘I hope you recover soon. ;)’

As if on cue, the door suddenly opened again. Jason walked back into the room—but he wasn’t alone. Shane was with him.

"What are they doing here?" I asked, clenching my fists in frustration.

“Oh, hi!” Shane greeted, her smile so wide and overly sweet that it was almost unbearable. “I see you’ve already found the flowers I brought for you,” she said.

I couldn’t stand her smug expression. I wanted to wipe that annoying smile off her face. Then she turned to Jason, ignoring my growing irritation.

“Jason,” she said cheerfully, “I could drive Marla to the welfare home if she really insists on going. I overheard your conversation earlier, and as your personal assistant, it’s also my responsibility to take care of your future wife.”

Before she could say more, Jason abruptly cut her off.

“No,” he said coldly, his voice firm.

I was stunned, and so was Shane. She opened her mouth to argue, but Jason glared at her, silencing her with a single look.

“I said, I forbid you. I don’t want you to waste energy on her,” he continued.

The authority in his voice was undeniable, and the icy glare in his eyes left no room for argument. But what truly unsettled me was how close they were standing. Their bodies were barely inches apart, and the way they looked at each other made it seem like they shared some unspoken understanding.

For a moment, it felt like I wasn’t even in the room, like they existed in their own little world. I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that Jason wasn’t as cold to Shane as he pretended to be.

Trying to break the tension, I finally spoke up.

“There’s no need for anyone to take me,” I said firmly. “Shane, don’t bother yourself.”

Both of them snapped out of their own world and turned to face me.

“I just want to visit the director and the children at the welfare home to let them know I’m getting married,” I added, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Besides, you two seem so busy with each other,” I said sarcastically, unable to hide the bitterness in my tone. “I can manage on my own.”

Shane clapped her hands dramatically, her sarcasm matching mine.

“What a generous and tolerant woman you are!” she exclaimed. “I’m so excited about your wedding—I just can’t wait!”

Then she turned to Jason, her gaze lingering on him in a way that made my stomach churn. There was something in her eyes, something possessive, that made my skin crawl.

“Well, excuse me. I’ll leave you two now,” she said sweetly before walking out of the room, leaving Jason and me alone.

Jason seemed ready to follow her, but before he could, I grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“Jason, wait,” I said. “I need to talk to you.”

Chapter 8

Marla’s POV

“What is it?” Jason asked me seriously, his eyes narrowing as his brows furrowed.

There was tension in his gaze as he looked at me, and I couldn’t help but think, How did it lead to this?

Jason, the mafia lord. The kingpin. A man who owns countless businesses, both legal and illegal. But despite his ruthless nature, a memory suddenly surfaced in my mind—a memory of a time when he was different. When he used to be so sweet to me, as if I were the most precious person in his world.

I remember when my parents died in a car accident. My butler, Matthew, and I moved into Jason’s grand mansion.

Back then, Jason didn’t just protect me—he protected us. We were each other’s refuge, our light in a dark world. I can still picture the way he used to smile at me, the way his eyes held mine like I was the center of his universe.

But all of that shattered when Shane appeared in our lives—sexier, wilder, and undeniably captivating. Her presence changed everything.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I said, “I just wanted you to come with me... to the welfare home I mentioned. Just the two of us.” I bit my lower lip, waiting for his response.

Jason stared at me, his expression unreadable, as if he was lost in deep thought. Then, to my surprise, he smiled. But it wasn’t a sweet or kind smile—it was teasing, playful, almost as if he were joking.

“Why?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “You’re still going to be my husband, Jason. Just do this one thing for me.”

Perhaps I’m still expecting he will change. That he will realize his mistress is tearing us apart. I wanted him to realize that... before I continue with my plan.

His gaze lingered on me, searching my face. After a long moment, he exhaled heavily.

“I know what this is about,” he finally said. “You’re afraid of the wedding, aren’t you? It’s happening in two days, and the thought of it is getting to you. Am I right?”

“No,” I replied firmly, meeting his gaze. “It’s not about that. I just want you to come with me.”

Jason gave me that look again—the kind that made it seem like he was carefully weighing my request. It was starting to make me feel uneasy, as if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to join me or not.

There it was... the disappointment.

Then, suddenly, his phone rang. He pulled away from me and said coldly, “I need to take this.”

His tone was distant, almost dismissive.

He removed my hand that was holding onto him and added, “I’m quite busy right now. But I’ll think about going with you to the welfare home you mentioned.” He glanced at me briefly before continuing, “Now, will you excuse me? I have to leave. I’m meeting someone.”

I bit my lower lip as I watched him turn away. Suddenly, I couldn’t help but feel sad somehow. I’m a human, after all. I may be angry about what he did to me, but this time... I could feel the weight on my chest.

I wanted to stop him, to reach out and say something that might make him stay.

But I knew there was no turning back now. Everything was already set into motion, and the wedding was fast approaching. The plan I had been carefully keeping to myself would soon unfold.

I forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. It was a smile meant to hide everything I was feeling inside.

“Okay, I’ll see you at home, Jason,” I said softly.

He didn’t respond. Without a word, he turned his back on me and walked away, his strides hurried, his mind already elsewhere.

To Shane.

Chapter 9

Marla’s POV

The next morning, I was already out of the hospital.

I was feeling fine now. It wasn’t that serious, just a high fever that quickly went away.

“Matthew, please take me to the welfare home first. I need to visit the children and the director.”

“Yes, Lady Marla,” he replied, and he immediately took me there.

As expected, Jason didn’t come with me.

What did I even expect from him? Ever since Shane came into our lives, he hardly had time for me anymore.

He always had time for his woman. He didn’t even visit me earlier at the hospital. He only knew I was discharged and that I was heading home today. But that’s not going to happen.

When we got to the welfare home, I got out of the car. I wasn’t surprised when a lot of kids immediately ran up to me.

“Marla!” they all shouted. I was so happy. I knelt down in front of them and hugged each one tightly.

“How are you all?” I asked.

“We’re fine,” they answered in unison. I was so happy to see how cute they all were.

We headed straight to the main building, where we were greeted by the director.

“Marla, how are you? I’m glad you could visit us,” she said.

She walked up to me, and I hugged her tightly. The director was a sweet, 50-year-old woman. She greeted Matthew with a kiss on the cheek. Then, she looked me over from head to toe. Before she could say anything, I spoke up.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry too much about me,” I told her. She just smiled at me.

“Matthew, can you look after the kids for a while? I’ll just have a chat with Marla. It’ll be just the two of us.”

“Sure, kids, let’s go play,” Matthew said as he led the kids away. I saw them happily running off, and then I moved a little further away with Ms. Rose.

Once we were out of earshot, she turned to me. “You need to take care of yourself. I know the truth. You’re not happy. I can see it in your eyes.”

I gave her a small, sad smile. “I’m just going to travel. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m only here to say goodbye. Because… I might not come back.”

She looked at me with concern, but I continued, “But I’ll be okay, so whatever you hear about me, don’t panic, okay?”

She smiled back. “I trust you. You will live a better life.” She hugged me tightly. “Take care, always, Marla. I know you will find your happiness.”

I gave Ms. Rose one last smile before I walked away from her.

I went to see Matthew. “I’ll be leaving first. I already said my goodbye to her.”

We exchanged a look, one that only the two of us understood. He nodded at me. “Okay, Lady Marla. I’ll see you later.”

I looked at the kids. “Goodbye, children. I’ll see you all soon,” I said to them.

“When will you come back, Marla?” they asked, their cute voices echoing in my ears.

“I’ll be traveling,” I replied. I knelt down in front of them, cupped their cheeks, and gently stroked them.

“But I’ll make sure you get the life you deserve.” I stood up straight, turned my back to them, and left. I walked away first. I headed straight for the car that Matthew and I had used earlier.

He’ll use a different car.

When I reached a road where no one could see us, a remote road, I didn’t wait long before I saw Matthew’s car.

He got out, and then I did the same.

“Is the body ready?” I asked him.

“Yes, Lady Marla,” he answered, pulling out the body that looked exactly like mine.

It was a duplicate of my body, the one I’d been planning from the start.

He placed it in the driver’s seat. I was wearing a red dress now, and the duplicate body wore the same outfit. My makeup and even my hairstyle were exactly the same as the body’s.

Once everything was set, Matthew handed me the detonation button. I climbed into his car and, after we had driven a little further, he looked at me.

“Are you ready, Lady Marla?”

I smiled, laughing maniacally.

Then, I pressed the button.

“I’m more than ready,” I said, my voice filled with confidence.

I pulled out the SIM card and threw it out the window.

And in that moment, I knew everything was over, and my plan for escape was finally happening.

Chapter 10

Jason’s POV

It’s the wedding day.

Everyone’s running around, getting everything ready for the big occasion.

“Ah, I just hope this day ends soon!” Shane, beside me, exclaimed. She’s the one with me right now.

Since she’s my assistant, she has to be by my side. As for me, I’m wearing a white tuxedo. We’re on our way to the wedding venue, both dressed for the occasion.

When I glanced at Shane beside me, she looked as stunning as ever. I couldn’t help but look at them. And honestly, it looked like she was going somewhere else, not a church, the way she was dressed.

She moved closer to me and hugged me tightly. I could feel her pushing herself into me.

“Are you excited, darling?” she whispered to me.

But I didn’t answer. Instead, I just looked away. My attention shifted to the view outside the window. We were riding in a limousine. I hadn’t seen Marla yet, but I knew she was getting ready. That’s the last update I got from the butler.

When we arrived at the venue, I was the first to step out. Shane followed closely behind. Everyone was waiting for us, and camera flashes filled the air. I stood there, emotionless. Not even the slightest emotion could be seen in my eyes.

I just stood firmly. Shane was standing next to me, and it looked like she was waving at the photographers, posing for the camera.

The wedding venue was perfectly arranged.

“Lord Jason, please take your place at the end of the altar, where you will wait for the bride,” the wedding coordinator instructed me.

I followed without hesitation. Shane stepped away from me and went to sit in one of the chairs. As I stood at the end of the altar, I saw the guests eagerly waiting for the bride’s arrival.

As for me, my face was blank, my eyes straight ahead. I just wanted this wedding to be over with.

But as time passed, something started to feel off. Where was Marla? Why was she taking so long?

I asked my servants, “Where’s Marla? Why isn’t she here yet? And where’s Matthew, the butler? I thought Marla should be here by now.”

I couldn’t help but feel irritated.

“We’ll contact him, Lord Jason,” they quickly explained to me before rushing off to call Matthew on the phone.

I noticed the guests around me were whispering to each other. They seemed confused and even skeptical about the whole situation.

“What’s taking the bride so long?”

“Is she okay?”

“Did something happen to her?”

“Sometimes, there are brides who don’t even make it to their own weddings. It happens, right?”

I clenched my fist, my anger rising.

I wanted to shout at those people gossiping about Marla, but I tried to keep calm. Suddenly, the idea hit me—I should call her. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.

“Come on, pick up,” I muttered under my breath, my jaw clenching. My grip tightened around the phone, but instead of hearing her voice, I got a voice message.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is invalid and no longer exists. Please try again later if there’s an error.”

I squinted my eyes, my heart pounding. “What the hell?”

Why was her number invalid?

I tried calling her several more times, but she still wouldn’t answer. It always went straight to the same customer service.

“What the heck, Marla?” My frustration was building, and I could feel myself getting more and more confused.

Then, out of nowhere, I got a call. It was from the butler. I quickly answered.

“Where’s Marla? Why is she taking so long? And where are you? Are you already at the wedding venue?”

“Yes, Lord. I’m here, but I have some terrible news to tell you.”

“What is it? Tell me now.”

My heart started racing, and for the first time, I felt a deep unease. I could sense something was wrong.

“Lord Jason, Lady Marla... had a car accident on her way back from the orphanage. She... she didn’t survive. She died from the accident.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I dropped the phone in shock. My world seemed to slow down, and before I knew it, I collapsed to the ground.

I never expected this day—the wedding I had spent so long preparing for—to turn into her funeral.