Ch. 1..10
Chapter 1
Kidnapped While He Said "I Do"
The abandoned factory was overgrown with weeds. A rusty red sedan sat outside the entrance.
Inside, Summer Stewart's hands were tied behind her back, and a strip of yellow duct tape sealed her lips, muffling her voice into desperate whimpers. Her white dress was stained with dirt, and her slender, pale legs were exposed beneath the fabric.
A masked kidnapper crouched in front of her, his voice hoarse and raspy. "Ms. Stewart, you're Trevor Larson's fiancée. Four million dollars for ransom shouldn't be a big deal. Here, call him yourself."
A battered old phone was tossed at her feet. Without another word, the man ripped the tape from her mouth and cut the ropes binding her hands.
A sharp knife pressed against her fair neck.
Beep... beep... beep...
After what felt like an eternity, a low, cool male voice finally answered, "Hello?"
Summer trembled violently. "Trevor, I... I've been kidnapped. They're asking for four million dollars in ransom. Can you... please come save me?"
There was a brief silence on the other end before Trevor's voice turned even colder. "Summer, I already told you-Peyton is sick. Her final wish is to have this wedding. Stop making trouble."
It hit her then. Their wedding was today.
Peyton was Trevor's first love, but she had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Her last wish was to have a wedding with the man she loved.
When Summer found out Trevor had agreed, she had fought against it.
She shook her head frantically. "I'm not making trouble this time... I swear! Please, just believe me!"
Trevor's voice remained emotionless, cold as ice. "Summer, you'll always be Mrs. Larson. Why can't you be more understanding? My patience is wearing thin. You've crossed the line."
"Trevor, do you really not care if I live or die?" Summer clenched her teeth. "If you don't come for me, we're done!"
Trevor frowned. Here she goes again with the breakup threats. Summer, why can't you just behave?
His patience ran out.
The kidnapper snatched the phone away. "Mr. Larson, seems like you don't care about this woman? Four million is just pocket change for you. Are you paying or not?"
At that moment, inside the grand church, Trevor stood tall in a crisp white suit, phone in hand. Opposite him, Peyton stood in a flowing white wedding dress.
Outside, the ocean breeze rustled through the air, while the guests sat in awe of the romantic ceremony.
Trevor curled his lips into a cold smirk. "Not paying."
The kidnapper was stunned. If he had known, he would've kidnapped Trevor's first love instead at least she was worth something!
Through the phone, Peyton's soft, frail voice came through. "Trevor, I'm so happy you're fulfilling my final wish. Even if this wedding is fake, it's enough for me to remember forever. If Summer is so upset she resorted to something like this, maybe we should cancel the wedding."
Trevor's tone was firm. "I made a promise to you. I'll keep it."
The kidnapper let out a frustrated laugh. "Trevor, your fiancée is quite the beauty.
Aren't you afraid we might just have some fun with her?"
Trevor's voice dripped with scorn. "Do whatever you want. If you actually go
through with it, I might even throw in an extra million."
Hearing this, Summer forced back the tears welling in her eyes.
She had spent five years chasing Trevor, loving him, indulging him, believing that
one day she'd finally melt his frozen heart.
But the moment Peyton came back, everything she had worked for went up in smoke.
And now, Trevor was holding a grand wedding with Peyton.
The kidnapper grinned wickedly. "Alright then, Mr. Larson. Since you said so, we'll have to follow through!"
He hung up and turned back to Summer, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.
"Ms. Stewart, your fiancé is ruthless. He's practically forcing us to have our way with you."
Laughing darkly, he shoved a pill between her lips, forcing her to swallow.
At the church, Trevor felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
Summer pulling stunts like this was nothing new. She had always disliked Peyton, always had a strong hostility toward her.
And now, with this fake wedding, she had given him the silent treatment for days.
But this time, she had gone too far. Kidnapping? Just to make him leave Peyton? I've spoiled her too much over the years.
Once this fake wedding was over, if Summer apologized, he'd give her an even bigger, more extravagant wedding.
Peyton watched Trevor's dark expression. She lowered her gaze and spoke softly. "Trevor, I'm sorry. This is all because of me."
Trevor's voice was calm. "It's not your fault."
Her delicate eyes shimmered as she asked, "So... Do we continue?"
Trevor hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yes."
Hearing that, Peyton's lips curled into a sinister smile.
Summer, I told you-you'll never beat me.
Summer stared at the disconnected phone, feeling as if her heart had been ripped out, bloodied and torn apart.
At this moment, whatever hope she had left for him was completely shattered. She would have to save herself.
Quietly, she reached for the fruit knife the kidnapper had left on the ground. She waited for the right moment-then stabbed the man with all her strength before bolting toward the warehouse doors.
"Shit!" The kidnapper cursed in fury.
"Get her! Don't let her escape!"
The drug was starting to take effect. Summer could feel the heat coursing through
her veins, but she pushed forward, sprinting down the desolate road, barefoot and desperate.
The footsteps behind her grew closer and closer...
Her heart pounded in her throat.
This place was isolated, abandoned.
Just then, a sleek, black Porsche-an ultra-rare, limited-edition model-sped
down the road.
Summer didn't hesitate.
Better to die by impact than fall into their hands.
She squeezed her eyes shut and threw herself in front of the car.
The tires screeched violently against the pavement, slicing through the silence.
The Porsche came to a sudden stop-mere inches from her body.
The impact sent Summer crashing to the ground.
A few seconds later, the car door swung open.
A pair of polished black leather shoes stepped onto the ground.
Long, powerful legs wrapped in tailored trousers moved forward. The man
crouched down in front of her.
As Summer got a clear look at his face, her heart skipped a beat.
"You... it's you."
Chapter 2
Fraser Graham, My Antidote
The man before her was Fraser Graham-heir to the Graham Group.
If the Larson Group, led by Trevor, was among Havenbrook's top three financial conglomerates, then the Graham Group was undoubtedly number one. Starting as a banking empire, it had rapidly expanded its investments into real estate, technology, communications, and funds. More than half of Havenbrook's industries had the Graham family's mark on them.
Behind closed doors, everyone called him Prince Fraser.
Summer had met him once before. It was for a project the Stewart family had been competing for, under the Graham Group's bidding process. She had been one of the project leads.
Now, in her barely conscious state, she no longer cared about appearances. Using the last bit of her strength, she reached out and grasped the fabric of his tailored trousers.
"Fraser... please... help me."
Fraser's gaze darkened when he saw who it was.
Her blue-and-white dress was torn and filthy, revealing a pair of pale, slender legs. Her delicate feet had been cut, blood staining her soft skin. And when he noticed the unnatural flush on her face, his frown deepened.
Without a word, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
A faint scent of cool pine enveloped Summer, making her feel both cold and safe.
Fraser placed her in the passenger seat and shut the door.
Then, leaning lazily against the car, he slowly rolled up his sleeves and
unfastened his watch-a limited-edition piece worth millions.
Glancing at the three burly kidnappers who had chased after her, he asked, "Did you drug her?"
His voice was low, calm-but chilling to the bone.
...
Ten minutes later, Fraser slid into the driver's seat. His black dress shirt, now stained with blood, was stripped off and tossed out the window.
Under the dim light, his lean, muscular torso was fully exposed-each ridge of his abs distinct, the smooth lines tapering down to a narrow waist, disappearing beneath his black dress pants.
In the passenger seat, Summer had her eyes shut, her forehead damp with sweat. Her lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
He studied her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, pulling out his phone, he made a call.
"In half an hour, come to the Westhaven villa. Bring medicine."
On the other end of the line was Xavier Hathaway-Havenbrook's top private hospital director and Fraser's longtime friend.
Hearing the demand, Xavier groaned in frustration.
"My dear Mr. Graham, even if I were a street racer, the drive from Havenbrook to Westhaven takes at least two hours! What do you expect me to do, pull out Doraemon's magic door?"
Fraser's lips curled into a lazy smirk. "Isn't that what your private jet is for?"
Xavier was stunned. Who the hell is important enough for Fraser to summon me with a plane?
I'm like those doctors in movies-the ones who serve the most mysterious and wealthy men. You know, always at their service, ready for anything.
Fraser hung up without another word.
Gripping the steering wheel, he turned the car around. The Porsche sped down the empty road like a flash of lightning.
Soon, they arrived at a luxurious white villa by the sea.
Just as Fraser put the car in park, something soft and sweet suddenly pressed against him.
Summer, her eyes hazy with desire, felt like she was being consumed by waves of heat.
She was burning up. The thin strap of her dress had slipped off her shoulder, revealing the smooth, round curve beneath. Without hesitation, she climbed over the center console and straddled him, her slender fingers roaming across his bare chest.
In the confined space of the Porsche, the air grew thick with tension.
Fraser's Adam's apple bobbed. He caught her by the waist with one hand, his other gripping her delicate chin.
He forced her to meet his dark, smoldering eyes. His voice was husky, almost a growl. "Summer, do you even know who I am?"
Summer's mind was muddled, but a shadow of recognition lingered.
She laughed—a slow, sultry smile, the corners of her eyes tilting up in a way that was irresistibly seductive.
She was like a ripe, juicy peach, begging to be tasted.
Hooking her arms around his neck, she nuzzled against him, her soft face rubbing against his skin.
"Fraser Graham... I'm so hot. I can't take it anymore. Help me... please?"
With that, her lips brushed against his Adam's apple, trailing upward before finally pressing against his lips.
Her kisses were messy and unpracticed, but they ignited something in him. Fraser's eyes darkened as he gazed at the flushed woman in his arms. Desire flickered in his stare, a deep storm swirling beneath the surface.
His warm palm slid up her smooth back, stroking her slowly and giving off a dangerous yet irresistible vibe.
"Summer," his voice was low and deliberate, "are you sure you won't regret this?"
Summer shook her head, her voice trembling. “No regrets... I just want to make Trevor regret."
Fraser's brows arched. "Oh? Still thinking about him?"
His hands stilled.
Summer whimpered at the sudden lack of touch, her body aching, desperate.
She looked up at him with misty eyes, lips slightly pouting, her expression heartbreakingly fragile. "No... no one else. There's no one else anymore."
Trevor no longer existed in her heart.
Fraser's fingers resumed their slow, teasing caress. His voice dropped into a dark whisper. "Beg me."
Summer didn't know how she only knew she needed relief.
Her eyes pleaded, her entire being trembling with longing. "Fraser, I'm begging you... take me."
Fraser's lips curled into a wicked smile. As a reward, he gave her a teasing kiss, murmuring against her lips, "So sweet."
Summer instinctively licked her dry lips, her breath warm as she leaned closer, whispering into his ear.
"I want to give you my first time."
Fraser's eyes flashed with something unreadable before a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Alright. I'll take it."
With that, he flipped the dynamic, seizing control. His strong hand cradled the back of her neck as he crushed his lips against hers.
This kiss was nothing like the first-this one was deep, urgent, utterly consuming.
He plundered every last bit of sweetness from her lips, leaving her breathless and
dazed.
Summer felt like she was drowning, sinking deeper into the waves.
Her body instinctively pressed against his, craving more.
A heated current surged through Fraser's veins. For once, his usual self-restraint
was shattered.
Soon, discarded clothing littered the car. Her dress. His pants.
And through the fogged-up windows, shadows entwined in passionate chaos.
...
Hours later, Fraser sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint traces of blood
on his pants, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Lifting Summer into his arms, he draped his suit jacket over her, covering her completely.
Carrying her inside, he headed straight to the bedroom.
After thoroughly satisfying himself, Fraser was in a rare, patient mood. He carefully cleaned her up, dried her hair, and tucked her beneath the silk sheets.
In the living room, Xavier lounged lazily on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. When Fraser finally emerged-shirt replaced with a printed one, two buttons undone at the collar-Xavier's gaze landed on the lipstick stain at his collarbone. Cherry red. Stark and obvious.
He checked the time. It was already 10 p.m.
He had been waiting there for five hours.
Xavier clicked his tongue.
"Fraser, good thing this is a private resort. Otherwise, with how your million-dollar car's been rocking for hours, people might've thought there was an earthquake."
Chapter 3
One More Time, Baby
Fraser shot Xavier a cold, cutting glance.
He walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go. The burn of the alcohol finally cleared the lingering heat from the night's indulgence.
Xavier clicked his tongue teasingly. "Well, well... looks like someone finally got lucky. Guess my stash of meds is useless now, huh? So, who's the woman that managed to tame our untouchable Bossman?"
Xavier was dying of curiosity.
Fraser was infamous in the business world for being ruthless and cold-hearted. He was decisive, merciless, and always in control. But in their private circle, he was different from other wealthy man like Xavier.
Xavier enjoyed unwinding with drinks, actresses, and high-end escorts. If they found someone they liked, a little cash was nothing for a night of pleasure.
Fraser played too—but his version of fun was different. Racing, surfing, skydiving, boxing-he only cared about the thrill. Women? Too much trouble.
Just as Xavier assumed Fraser wouldn't answer, Fraser placed his empty glass on the counter.
With a casual flick of his fingers, the glass spun in place, casting streaks of reflected light across the surface. His dark eyes remained indifferent as he finally spoke.
"Summer Stewart."
Xavier froze. He hadn't expected that.
Lately, Summer's name had been making waves in high society.
Not because the Stewart family was particularly prestigious, but because she was Trevor Larson's fiancée.
Trevor and Fraser had always been business rivals.
They were both at the top of Havenbrook's elite, but they moved in entirely different circles.
Recently, Trevor had made headlines for throwing a grand wedding for his first love, Peyton. The whole city was gossiping about it, and naturally, his actual fiancée, Summer, had become the laughingstock of high society.
Even Xavier had heard about it. He couldn't help but ask, "Fraser, don't tell me you did this just to mess with Trevor? If you wanted to get under his skin, wouldn't Peyton be the better choice? Summer's completely out of favor these days."
Fraser's sharp gaze flicked toward him.
Xavier instantly felt a chill down his spine.
Fraser scoffed. "You think Trevor is worth that kind of effort?"
Xavier let out an awkward laugh. "Trevor's not worth your time, sure. But Summer
is his fiancée, and you two... well, it's a little messy."
He wasn't about to say it out loud, but technically speaking, didn't that make Fraser the homewrecker here?
Fraser narrowed his eyes. "You sure have a way with words."
Xavier fell silent. Was Fraser actually thinking about cutting his tongue out?
"Get lost before I make sure you don't have a tongue to run anymore."
Alright, alright—he'd hit a nerve. If Fraser wanted him gone, he'd take the hint. Except Xavier didn't just leave.
He took off.
Moments later, a private jet soared into the sky.
Summer had been put through the wringer for hours. By the time the drug wore
off, all that remained was an aching exhaustion that made her feel like her entire body had been taken apart and put back together.
Then, suddenly-
The deafening roar of a plane engine shook the villa.
She stirred, groggy, slowly opening her eyes.
As she sat up, the silk blanket slipped from her body, revealing skin covered in scattered, lingering traces of passion.
The memories from hours ago rushed back.
She had slept with Fraser.
And worse-she had been the one to initiate it.
Her face burned. She had no idea how to even process what had happened.
Then-
The bedroom door creaked open.
On instinct, Summer immediately lay back down, yanking the blanket over herself, gripping the edges tightly.
The sound of steady, unhurried footsteps approached the bed.
She held her breath, lashes quivering, toes curling.
Even with her eyes shut, she could feel the intensity of Fraser's gaze sweeping over her body.
Just when she thought she might suffocate from the tension-
"You've already slept with me, Ms. Stewart. Don't tell me you're planning to pretend it never happened?"
His lazy, deep voice echoed through the room.
Summer's heart pounded. Slowly, carefully, she opened her bright, clear eyes.
Fraser stood beside the bed, tall and broad-shouldered, arms crossed. His dark gaze was calm, but piercing.
This was the first time Summer had looked at him this closely, this clearly.
He wore a patterned shirt, the top few buttons undone, exposing the chiseled line of his collarbone. His posture was relaxed, yet carried an undeniable intensity.
His sharp, sculpted features were striking. Deep-set eyes. A straight, defined nose. Every angle was as if carved by the hands of a master.
Trevor had always had a cold, detached air about him.
Fraser? The corners of his eyes had a sharp, almost mischievous tilt. When he
smiled, there was a trace of danger-subtle, but undeniable.
Summer tightened her grip on the blanket and hesitated. "Fraser, I... I didn't mean to. I was drugged, that's the only reason I—"
She trailed off, flustered.
"What... what do I owe you?"
She never expected to sleep with the Havenbrook's Bossman.
Even she was at a loss for words.
Fraser arched a brow at her.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded around her delicate face, her clear eyes carrying a trace of distress.
She was undeniably beautiful-her soft, fair skin covered in the marks he had left behind.
Fraser's gaze darkened. He leaned back slightly, his voice slow and amused.
"And how exactly do you plan to compensate me?"
Summer hesitated. "I... I could buy you dinner?"
Fraser scoffed. "Do I look like I need you to buy me food?"
Right. That was stupid.
Money?
The Graham family was Havenbrook's wealthiest tens of billions in assets. He
wouldn't even glance at her pathetic bank account.
Summer looked up hesitantly. "Then... could you give me a hint?"
This was her first time sleeping with someone.
What was she supposed to do afterward?
If it had been anyone else, she would felt down and extremely regretful.
But this was Fraser Graham.
And she had been the one who threw herself at him.
Technically... wasn't she the one who got the better end of the deal?
Fraser suddenly leaned in, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
Their gazes locked.
His lips curved slightly. "Summer, I satisfied you. As compensation—"
He paused, voice dark and teasing.
"Now it's your turn to satisfy me."
Summer's mind went blank.
Under the effects of the drug, she had been bold, reckless—completely
unrestrained.
But now?
She was sober.
And she absolutely could not handle this.
But Fraser wasn't giving her time to think.
His arm slid around her waist, effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
He didn't hesitate-lowering his head, his lips crashing down on hers.
His desire was written in his breath, his touch, his gaze.
Her thin silk robe had already been loose. As it slipped further down her shoulder, exposing delicate, fair skin-
Fraser's lips trailed over her delicate brows, her soft red lips, and her fair cheeks. Finally, he took her petite earlobe between his teeth, licking and teasing it with slow, deliberate pressure.
Fraser's breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver through her body.
Summer's breath hitched, and an involuntary sound slipped past her lips-soft, sweet, nothing like her usual voice.
She hadn't even been drinking, yet the lingering taste of alcohol on Fraser's lips, mixed with the clean, masculine scent of his shower gel, was intoxicating.
For a moment, she lost herself in it.
Then, a memory surfaced.
Trevor's last birthday.
She had spent weeks preparing.
She had baked him a chocolate cake from scratch.
And that night, she had planned to give him something even more precious-
herself.
She had picked out a stunning black slip dress, low-cut and dangerously short.
She had waited.
But as always, Peyton had fallen "ill."
And just as expected, Trevor never showed up.
She had spent the entire night alone, staring at that carefully made cake, tears
falling onto the table.
That dress-meant to be worn for him-became nothing more than a cruel joke.
She had thrown it into the back of her closet, never wanting to see it again.
The thought made her chest ache.
For how foolishly, desperately she had loved him.
Suddenly, a sharp sting on her earlobe jolted her back to reality.
Her eyes flew open.
Fraser's lips left her ear as he propped himself up, hovering over her.
His deep gaze locked onto hers.
"Distracted?"
That single word sent a chill down her spine.
She had been thinking about Trevor.
While she was with Fraser.
Any man would be furious if he knew.
Fraser's voice was unreadable.
"Ms. Stewart, it seems I'm not quite captivating enough to keep you focused."
Summer's heart clenched in panic.
She had heard the rumors.
Fraser Graham-Havenbrook's bossman.
Cold, ruthless, and utterly unforgiving.
She had no doubt that if she angered him, he wouldn't let it slide.
Her instinct kicked in.
"I... I didn't mean to."
Fraser's lips curled slightly.
His smirk was almost lazy, but something about it felt dangerous.
"That's alright."
Summer exhaled, relieved.
For now.
Then, flipping her over, he pressed her against him, his voice low and
commanding against her ear.
"This time, you take the lead."
Chapter 4
Can't Stop
Summer was so startled, her voice came out in a stammer. "W-what?"
Her face wasn't just red-it was scorching.
A few hours ago, she barely had any experience, and now this? How was she supposed to do this? Could she at least watch something first to make up for her 23 years of limited knowledge?
Fraser watched as the blush on Summer's face spread down her neck, blooming across her entire body like a slow-burning fire.
Her skin was tinted with layers of pink, her dark, bright eyes flickering between embarrassment and frustration, but she didn't dare lash out.
Something about this soft, flustered little woman amused him.
Fraser's narrow eyes lifted slightly. His gaze locked onto her lips-red, plump, slightly swollen. His dark pupils turned even deeper.
"Summer," Fraser's voice was low, magnetic, dripping with desire. "Kiss me."
Summer felt his scorching gaze on her, making her mouth dry and her body burn all over. Her mind kept echoing his words-kiss me.
And in that moment, she suddenly understood.
If Trevor had been willing to abandon her for Peyton, why should she hold herself back?
Why should she stay loyal to Trevor?
And the man in front of her-Fraser Graham-was nothing short of perfect. Handsome, powerful, with a flawlessly sculpted body and strong genes.
Countless wealthy women in Havenbrook would kill to get close to him.
Most importantly, he wasn't any worse than Trevor.
Sleeping with him wasn't a loss-it was an upgrade.
Taking a deep breath, Summer lowered her head and mimicked the way he had kissed her, pressing her lips against his.
His lips were thin, slightly cool, carrying a faint and distinctive scent.
As Summer's warm breath brushed against him, Fraser's breathing grew heavier.
She kissed along his jaw, then down to his Adam's apple, trailing soft licks before slowly moving downward to his collarbone.
Fraser's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, the sound of his deep breaths cutting through the silent night.
Hearing it sent a shiver through Summer, a tingling heat spreading through her veins. She trembled slightly, realizing that kissing him made her own heartbeat race uncontrollably.
Then, in one swift movement, Fraser flipped them over, pinning her wrists above her head, trapping her beneath him once again.
His rough voice brushed against her lips. "You little tease... you learn fast."
And with that, he kissed her again.
Summer felt like her entire body was on fire.
She wanted to escape, but with her hands pinned and her body caged beneath him, she had nowhere to run. She let out a soft whimper, not knowing if the drug still had lingering effects or if she simply wanted more.
At this moment, she wasn't thinking about anything else.
The heat in the room thickened, melding with the soft glow of the lights.
Shadows intertwined.
The night went on.
...
After the wedding, Trevor took Peyton back to Havenbrook Hospital to rest. Peyton's VIP suite was on the top floor, with a full year's medical expenses paid upfront by Trevor.
Her attending physician, Josh, gave her a sedative and stepped out to speak with Trevor. "Peyton has been in a stable mood lately, and her heart condition is holding steady. If this continues, she might even extend her life expectancy."
Trevor gave a slight nod.
Josh hesitated as if wanting to say more but, seeing Trevor's exhaustion, decided against it and left.
Trevor pushed open the hospital room door and walked inside.
Peyton wasn't wearing her usual hospital gown.
Instead, she sat on the bed in a black lace dress, different from her usual innocent look-tonight, there was a hint of seduction.
Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
Trevor had changed out of his wedding suit, but he was still dressed in crisp white.
The dim hospital hallway lights cast a soft glow on his 6'1" frame. His sharp features were slightly blurred by the lighting, giving him an almost gentle air.
If she had never left Havenbrook five years ago-if she had never left Trevor- there wouldn't be a place for Summer in his life now.
Thinking of this, Peyton clenched her jaw.
But it didn't matter. She knew she still held an irreplaceable place in Trevor's
heart. Today's wedding was proof of that.
And tonight, she had no intention of letting Trevor leave.
Ever since she came back, Trevor had spoiled and indulged her.
But he had never crossed the final line.
That distance between them made her uneasy.
Summer was the problem-the one standing in her way.
Peyton stretched out a pale, delicate hand toward the man standing at the door. "Trevor, will you stay with me tonight?"
Trevor's dark eyes were unreadable as he stepped forward, pulling the blanket over her. "The doctor said you need rest. I'll stay until you fall asleep."
A flicker of disappointment flashed in Peyton's eyes.
Every time she had a relapse, Trevor would stay with her-but in the end, he would always leave.
She sat on the bed, shifting slightly, the lace dress slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her collarbone and a deep, tempting line.
Her fingers lightly brushed against his belt as she whispered, soft and pleading, "Trevor, you know what I mean."
Trevor's gaze darkened. "Peyton, don't play games."
His tone wasn't harsh, but it was firm-enough to shake her.
She knew his personality. When he said something, he meant it.
In the past, whenever she got upset, she thought he would always coax her. But
once, she pushed too far-and he left.
She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "Trevor, I'm sorry. I was being
foolish... I got greedy. I forgot that you already have Summer."
Trevor's expression softened.
Summer loved him deeply, but her love was intense, stubborn, suffocating.
Sometimes, it exhausted him.
Why couldn't she be soft like Peyton?
His fingers brushed a strand of Peyton's hair behind her ear. "Don't overthink. Just
rest."
...
Leaving the hospital, Trevor glanced at his phone.
Since that so-called "kidnapping" call earlier, there hadn't been a single message
or missed call from Summer.
His brows furrowed, irritation creeping into his expression.
He slid into the car and instructed the driver, "Take me to Black Ace."
Black Ace was the largest bar in Havenbrook.
Inside, flashing neon lights flickered through the air, the bass-heavy music pounding against the walls.
Trevor walked straight to the VIP lounge.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up-the groom himself! Shouldn't you be off enjoying your wedding night? You know what they say... every second of it is—"
Before the man could finish, Trevor smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow, Trevor! What was that for?"
Trevor shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it aside before sinking into the couch.
"Has Summer contacted any of you?"
Chapter 5
Just For One Night?
Bobby scratched the back of his head. "No way, Summer's still mad? It's been, what, almost three days now? That's gotta be a Guinness World Record! She's never stayed angry for more than a day before! But listen, Trevor-women are like that. Don't let her walk all over you. She just wants you to give in first. You know what they say—give in once, and you'll be doing it a hundred more times. Don't fall for it. No matter how mad she gets, she always comes running back, begging you not to leave her. And besides, with her position in the Stewart family, if she dares leave you, they'll probably disown her."
Hearing this, Trevor's tense expression relaxed slightly. He picked up the glass on the table, taking a sip of the strong liquor.
Maybe it was just because Summer had gone too far this time, even faking a kidnapping, that he felt vaguely uneasy.
Caleb Clark, who had been quietly drinking on the side, finally spoke up. He couldn't stand listening to this any longer. Anyone with a heart could see how deeply Summer loved Trevor.
When Trevor had migraines, she went all the way to Northpoint, pleading with a legendary doctor for a full day and night—just to find a cure for his pain.
When Trevor was picky about food, she studied the world's finest cuisines, determined to cook the dishes he loved.
When Trevor's mother despised her and insulted her time and time again, she endured it all, never once talking back.
It wasn't until Peyton kept inserting herself between them that Summer finally snapped. But every time, she still backed down for love.
"Trevor, don't listen to Bobby. You went too far this time. Sure, the wedding was fake, but the whole city is mocking Summer now. And seriously, doesn't it seem like Peyton's been getting sick a little too often? Your anniversary, your birthday, her birthday, even major holidays-every single time, she just happens to have a relapse. And you're always there with her at the hospital. No woman could tolerate that. Even if Summer loves you, people's hearts grow cold. Don't wait until she's really gone to regret it."
Trevor curled his lips into a cold smirk. "I won't regret anything because of a woman."
Summer leaving him? That would never happen-not in a million years.
After all these years of love and devotion, he had grown used to it.
Still, Caleb had a point. Women were always jealous creatures.
Even though this wedding was just to fulfill Peyton's last wish, it had embarrassed Summer in front of everyone.
Trevor stood, picking up his coat.
"Leaving already? You just got here! The night's barely started!" Bobby called after him.
Stepping out of the bar, Trevor slid into his Maybach and called his assistant, Andrew.
"In the next couple of days, get Linden, Belvare's wedding designer, to come to Havenbrook and custom-make Summer's dress. Also, buy every piece of jewelry from Belvare's auction-get it all."
Summer, this should be enough of a grand gesture, right?
Back at the villa, Trevor tossed his coat aside and stretched his legs out on the couch.
His head throbbed slightly. Ever since Summer started massaging him regularly, his migraines had almost disappeared.
Tonight, though, he had probably been too irritated.
He shut his eyes, his tousled hair falling across his face, his breathing heavy.
Leona walked out of the kitchen, setting a bowl of broth on the table.
Trevor cracked one eye open. "What's this?"
"It's for your hangover. Ms. Stewart told me to make it whenever you've been drinking."
Trevor rubbed his forehead, silent for a moment. "You can go."
Sitting up, he picked up the broth and took a sip then immediately spat it out.
It wasn't the right taste.
He had a picky palate, but with Summer around, she always made sure his food was perfect.
Even something as simple as broth tasted different when she made it.
Forget it.
Trevor sighed. Summer, I'll let you have this one. Since you still care enough to
have the servants make me soup, I'll indulge you just this once.
He picked up his phone and dialed her number.
For the first time ever, after a fight, he was the one calling first.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."
Her phone was off.
Trevor's grip on the phone tightened, his fingers turning white. A wave of frustration surged in his chest.
Summer, good. Real good. You're actually playing hard to get now? You've pushed it too far this time.
His jaw clenched.
He called Andrew again, his voice sharp. "Put the wedding dress plans on hold." Andrew was speechless.
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The next morning, waves crashed against the shore outside the villa. The sheer white curtains billowed gently in the ocean breeze.
Fraser stepped out of the bathroom, his upper body bare, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water slid down his short, tousled hair.
When Summer woke up, this was the first thing she saw.
She froze, her eyes lingering on the sight for a few seconds before she realized- she was blatantly staring.
His chest was tanned, firm, every muscle perfectly defined. His tall frame stood by the window, radiating both restraint and raw sensuality.
In this moment, he didn't look like the ruthless, domineering businessman she had seen in the media. He looked more like a top-tier male model from the entertainment industry.
Summer's face burned. Her heart skipped for reasons she refused to acknowledge. Flustered, she turned her head away and stammered, "W-why are you showering in the morning?"
Fraser casually wiped his hair, his deep eyes glancing at her, amusement flickering at the corners of his lips. "Who said I couldn't?"
"N-no, I just meant... put some clothes on!"
His voice held a lazy chuckle. "Ms. Stewart, that's quite distant of you. You were
all over me last night."
Summer was speechless.
How could he be this shameless? What did he mean she was all over him? Wasn't he also biting her all over last night? Her body was still covered in the evidence!
Just thinking about it made her muscles ache all over again.
She clenched her fingers, forcing herself to stay calm.
She and Fraser may have been physically intimate, but in reality, they were still strangers.
This was just a one-night stand.
Passionate at night, strangers by morning.
That was how it worked, right?
Fraser studied her lowered lashes, the way her dark eyes were hidden beneath
them. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if lost in thought.
He raised a brow. "What's wrong? You sleep with me once and now you're acting like we're strangers?"
With that, he tossed his towel into the laundry basket and casually pulled on a plain white T-shirt.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Fraser opened it.
A servant stood outside, holding a neatly folded dress. "Mr. Graham, Ms.
Stewart's clothes have arrived."
Fraser took them and shut the door.
Turning back to the bed, he placed the clothes beside Summer with an easy,
natural familiarity.
"Your dress was ruined yesterday. I had this prepared for you."
As he leaned in, the fresh scent of his shower filled the air.
Summer caught a glimpse of the dress-along with a matching set of black
lingerie on top.
Her face instantly flushed.
She curled her toes, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to disappear into the
floor.
This man's presence was way too overpowering.
Was this what it felt like to sleep with someone and wake up the next morning?
Even when she had been with Trevor, her heart had never raced like this.
Summer swallowed, her throat dry. She forced herself to focus. "W-we're even now."
Fraser leaned down, tilting her chin up with two fingers, his gaze locking onto
hers.
"Are we?"
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You Look Good in That Dress.
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Summer clutched the blanket and scooted back. "It's only fair. I slept with you, you slept with me. So we're
Fraser couldn't come after her for this anymore.
Fraser withdrew his hand, his fingertips still holding onto the warmth of her skin.
With one hand in his pocket, he stood over her, watching her quietly with his dark, unreadable gaze.
"Get dressed and come eat breakfast. With that, he turned and walked out.
Only after he left did Summer pick up the dress.
One look, and her face twitched.
It was a deep purple, form-fitting dress, embroidered with sprawling rose patterns. The material was silky. high-end, and obviously expensive.
She had never worn something this sultry and bold before.
Trevor had always preferred her in simple, pure-looking outfits.
But the truth was, she had never liked that style. She hated looking innocent and delicate because it only made it easier for Margaret Stewart to bully her. =
Still, she had endured it for Trevor. Back then, he was the most important thing in her world.
Looking back, she had been a complete fool.
Love really was a disease.
She shook off her thoughts and tossed aside the blanket, revealing her pale skin- now covered in dark bruises and marks. A clear testament to just how little Fraser had held back last night.
One by one, she put her clothes on.
Surprisingly, the lingerie fit perfectly.
Summer was speechless. How did Fraser get her size right in just one night?
She barely even knew his size... only that it was big. Very big.
She shook the heat from her face.
It's normal to think about it. Any woman would still be thinking about a man like that after a night like last night. Completely normal.
Brushing off her thoughts, she quickly got dressed, freshened up, and stepped out of the bedroom.
The villa had a grand, Z-shaped staircase. Because of the way the dress hugged her curves, Summer walked down a little more carefully than usual.
The second he saw her, a flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes.
His taste was excellent.
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Summer was tall and slender, her long, slightly curled hair framing her delicate features. Her bright, clear eyes were striking, and even without makeup, her complexion was smooth and fair.
The dress gave her a regal, elegant air-more confident, more refined than ever before.
Leaning back lazily in his chair, Fraser tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, watching her silently as she walked down.
He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew the exact thought running through his mind right now-how much he wanted to rip that dress off of her.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
Feeling his deep, heated gaze locked onto her, Summer tugged at the hem of her dress.
It wasn't short, but the high slit meant that every step she took revealed a fleeting glimpse of her long, pale legs.
She frowned. "Is there something on my face?"
A trace of warmth flickered in Fraser's dark eyes. "You look good in that dress."
Summer wasn't unused to compliments.
Men had told her she was beautiful countless times before.
But Fraser's simple "not bad made her ears turn slightly red.
For a moment, the air between them felt thick with something unspoken.
The sun was bright overhead as Fraser's sleek, black Ferrari sped down the road. The scenery blurred past the windows.
Summer had planned to take a cab back, but without her phone or wallet, she had
no choice but to hitch a ride with Fraser into Havenbrook.
She gave him an address: Brookhaven Estates.
A middle-class neighborhood.
Not cheap, but not exactly high-end either.
For someone with her status as the Stewart family's eldest daughter, it was a bit underwhelming.
Fraser glanced at her. "You don't live at the Stewart residence?"
"Mm." She glanced back at him. His tone was casual, just making conversation,
so she didn't bother explaining further.
When they arrived. Summer reached for the door handle.
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Before she could get out, Fraser lazily caught her wrist. "You're just leaving like that?"
His tone was almost teasing-like a lover reluctant to say goodbye.
Summer blinked. Was she supposed to invite him upstairs for tea or something?
She cleared her throat. "Thanks for saving me
Seeing that he didn't respond, she quickly added, "I'll treat you to a meal sometime."
Then, realizing how ridiculously wealthy he was, she corrected herself. "Of course, if you're willing to
humor me."
Fraser tapped his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He didn't acknowledge the dinner invitation all.
"Usually, when two people sleep together, they say goodbye with a kiss, don't they?"
Summer stiffened.
"Fraser, do you do this every time you part ways with a woman?"
Amusement flickered in his deep-set eyes. His voice dropped, slow and teasing.
"I don't have 'women. But Summer, if you want to be mine, I could consider it. We're quite compatible, after all."
Summer's lips twitched. "I don't want to be your woman."
Fraser's definition of "his woman" was probably nowhere near what she would call
a proper girlfriend.
She had already failed miserably at being Trevor's girlfriend. She wasn't about to throw herself into another disaster.
Jumping from one fire pit straight into another-if she did that, she wouldn't just be unlucky. She'd be downright stupid.
Fraser smirked, lowering his voice deliberately. "Is that so? That's not what you said last night. You were practically begging me-
Before he could finish, Summer clamped a hand over his mouth.
Fraser raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his expression growing.
His quiet laughter vibrated against her palm.
His sharp features were half-covered by her hand, but his dark, gleaming eyes
burned into hers.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Avoiding his gaze, she quickly pulled her hand back. "Well... I'll be going now.
Goodbye."
Not waiting for another word, she yanked open the door and bolted.
With a soft chuckle, Fraser watched her retreating figure.
His gaze darkened slightly, sharp and focused-like a predator watching its prey.
Summer, you started this. You think you can just walk away?
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Summer returned to her apartment—a simple, two-bedroom, one-bath space
around 1,100 square feet.
One bedroom, one study. Cozy, not extravagant.
It wasn't a luxurious penthouse, but the small balcony bathed in sunlight, filled with plants, made it feel like
home.
Trevor had always complained that her place was too small. He had never once set foot inside.
Instead, he had bought her multiple high-end apartments, urging her to move.
But Summer liked this one.
Because she had bought it with her own money.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed an empty box from the storage room.
One b
by one, she packed away everything Trevor had ever given her.
By the time she was done, the box was completely full.
No surprise there. It was proof of five years of love.
And there were still so many things she had left at his villa.
Sitting on the floor, she stared blankly at the box of memories.
A photo album. A few property deeds. Several pieces of expensive jewelry. And an
engagement ring.
The properties alone were worth tens of millions.
For years, she had naively believed that Trevor would eventually warm up to her.
Then Peyton had come back.
And the ending had been painfully predictable.
First loves. They never lose.
Summer exhaled slowly.
She would sell the properties.
Consider it compensation for the years she had wasted on that man.
Chapter 7
Discussing Your Marriage with Trevor
The next day, Summer went to the nearest mall to get a new phone and SIM card.
The moment she turned it on, dozens of missed messages flooded in.
Before she could even check them, her phone started ringing.
Julia Chapman.
Her biological mother. The Stewart Group's matriarch.
Summer hesitated for a second before answering.
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The moment the call connected, Julia's irritated voice rang out. "Summer, what have you been doing these past two days? You didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages. Do you even consider me your mother? Why can't you be more thoughtful like Margaret?"
Summer instinctively replied. "I was kidnapped, so I lost my phone-"
Julia let out a cold laugh. "Kidnapped? That's the excuse you came up with? What, you want to use this to milk money out of the Stewart family? You're just like that woman who raised you. I can't believe you're even my daughter."
A dull ache spread through Summer's chest.
Julia always said things like this when she was angry.
Summer was the Stewart family's real daughter.
Before she was reunited with them, her name had been Summer Leonard.
Twenty-three years ago, Julia Chapman had given birth in a private hospital.
At the same time, in another hospital room, a nurse named Yolanda Finley also gave birth to Margaret. But Margaret was born with a serious congenital illness. Yolanda had no money for treatment, and to make things worse, she had a gambling-addicted husband, Quill Leonard.
Fearing that her daughter would suffer through a life of hardship, she made a cruel decision.
Taking advantage of her position, she secretly swapped Margaret and Julia's newborn daughter-Summer. From that moment on, their fates were sealed..
The Stewart family doted on Margaret, raising her like a treasure. Even her name, Margaret, meant "precious pearl."
Meanwhile, Yolanda treated Summer with cold indifference, using emotional manipulation to control her.
It wasn't until three years ago, when Margaret got into a car accident, that the truth came out through a
DNA test.
The Stewart family was shaken. After raising Margaret for twenty years, they couldn't bear to part with her.
Summer still remembered her first day in the Stewart residence.
Julia had given her a cold, assessing look, her brows furrowing in displeasure. "You got dirt on the custom Luscaro carpet Lordered last month.
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Then, looking her up and down with distaste, she added. "What the hell are you wearing? Is this how Yolanda raised you? No manners, no sense of presentation. You show up looking sloppy in front of your elders Typical. A woman like Yolanda could never teach you anything good. You'd better learn how to behave properly now that you're part of the Stewart family.
Harvey Stewart, her so-called brother, had been even more direct. He scowled in disgust. "I only have one sister, and that's Margaret. I don't know where this random stray came from, but I'm not accepting her."
Her father. Jasper Stewart, had been calm and emotionless. He simply stated, "From now on, you're my daughter. You and Margaret should get along. And Margaret....
She had stood there with a mix of resentment and satisfaction in her gaze, as if saying. See? Even though you're their real daughter, they still love me more.
Then, as if playing the part of a saint, she spoke softly, "Mom, Dad, since Summer is back, I should leave the Stewart family
Julia panicked immediately. "Margaret, none of this is your fault. Yolanda is the one to blame. You will always be our precious daughter. I would never let you leave."
Julia was still ranting on the other end of the phone.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Summer cut her off, her voice sharp and cold. "You're right. I'm not your daughter Margaret is. Happy now?"
Julia's anger boiled over. "Summer, is that any way to talk to your mother? They say the one who raises you matters more than the one who gave birth to you, and it's true! Margaret is a hundred times more thoughtful than you-she'd never be this disrespectful!"
Summer's eyes burned slightly. "Then why are you calling me? Let's just cut ties for good."
"Summer! You're trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?" Julia took a deep breath, nearly choking on her frustration.
Every time they talked about Margaret, Summer became unbearably stubborn.
But Margaret wasn't the one to blame. She had done nothing wrong. The real villain in all this was Yolanda.
And Yolanda had already paid the price-locked away in prison.
Julia forced herself to calm down. Tomorrow was too important.
"Tomorrow is the Stewart Group's 30th anniversary gala. We're hosting a banquet,
and I expect you to bring Trevor. Your father and I will take the opportunity to discuss your wedding."
Summer already knew the truth.
Ever since she was brought back into the family, Julia had never shown her much affection. In fact, she seemed to resent the twenty years Summer had spent being raised by Yolanda.
But when Juba found out that Summer was dating Trevor?
She had finally started treating her better.
Summer didn't hesitate. "Trevor and 1 broke up."
Julia's voice shot up. "What? Break up? Did I hear you wrong, or have you completely lost your mind? What kind of childish tantrum is this? Do you even realize how much the Stewart family has grown in recent years, all because of the Larson family's support? A
a member of this family, you need to consider the bigger picture. And let's be honest-Trevor is the best match you could possibly get. What more do
even want?"
The Stewart family owned large shopping malls in Havenbrook.
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After Summer returned to them, thanks to her relationship with Trevor, they had expanded from ten locations to thirty-dominating nearly a third of Havenbrook's commercial districts.
Summer's tone was steady. "He already had a wedding ceremony with Peyton. Do you really think I'd be pathetic enough to throw away my dignity and beg him to take me back?"
Julia frowned at the mention of the wedding. She had heard about it.
But whose fault was that? If Summer had held onto Trevor more tightly, Peyton wouldn't have had the chance to take her place.
Summer was her biological daughter, but she had none of her cunning.
Not surprising-after all, she wasn't raised by her. She had been completely ruined by Yolanda.
“I heard about the wedding. It was fake. Just young people messing around. As a woman, you need to be patient. Once you marry Trevor, you can deal with Peyton however you want. But right now, you have no official status. If you keep making a fuss, you'll only push Trevor away for real."
"What Trevor does is no longer my concern. I am never going back to him."
"Summer-Summer! Hello?"
Julia stared at her phone in disbelief.
Summer had actually hung up on her.
Furious, she took a deep breath, then immediately dialed another number.
The call connected.
"Trevor, it's Summer's mother."
She didn't hesitate. "Yes, about Summer-don't take her tantrum seriously. She's just jealous, acting childish, hoping you'll coax her. If she did anything to upset you, I apologize on her behalf. Just come to the Stewart Group's 30th anniversary banquet tomorrow. Her father and I want to discuss your marriage."
Chapter 8
The Stewart Family Heirloom Belongs to Margaret
The Stewart Group's 30th Anniversary Gala.
The grand chandelier sparkled brilliantly, casting dazzling light over the opulent villa.
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In the center of the banquet hall, a renowned pianist played a smooth, elegant melody. Waiters in crisp tuxedos moved between the guests, carrying trays of wine.
The men attending were dressed in sharp suits, and the women wore luxurious designer gowns.
Summer had chosen a simple, high-neck, one-shoulder black dress. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, sleek yet understated.
She had refused the dress Julia had sent-a deep V, backless gown that oozed seduction. There was no way she would wear something like that.
As she stepped into the hall, her gaze landed on Margaret.
Margaret wore her hair in an elegant updo, her makeup flawless, her blue velvet gown dripping in extravagance. The deep V neckline and exposed back sparkled with scattered diamond embellishments. The long train of her dress trailed behind her, making her look like a noble princess.
One hand carried an Hermès crocodile leather purse, the other clung affectionately to Julia's arm.
Whispers floated from a corner of the room.
"Look at Margaret, acting so high and mighty, making sure everyone knows she's the favored one. But honestly, who in high society doesn't know about the Stewart family's real and fake daughter scandal?"
"Yeah, what is the Stewart family thinking? They treat the fake daughter like a treasure while their real daughter gets ignored."
"I saw Julia taking Margaret on a shopping spree the other day, buying her tons of luxury goods. She had two bodyguards following her, carrying bags full of designer items."
"Summer is so disappointing. She was brought back to the Stewart family, and instead of driving Margaret out, she let herself be completely overshadowed. She's the real daughter but gets treated like the fake one."
"You don't get it. The Stewart family wants both daughters, but emotionally, of course, they're going to favor the one they raised for twenty years."
"If you ask me, Summer's only chance to turn things around is to marry Trevor."
"Speaking of Trevor, does she even have that chance anymore? You heard about his wedding for Peyton, right?"
"She's really pitiful. Her real parents prefer the fake daughter, and even her fiancé is in love with someone else."
Julia spotted Summer arriving late and immediately frowned.
Her eyes flicked behind her, searching. No Trevor.
Her expression turned even darker.
Her voice was low but displeased. "Why are you alone? Where's Trevor?"
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Summer's gaze swept over Margaret, who clung to Julia's arm like she was afraid someone would take her place.
She had no interest in explaining and simply replied, "He didn't come with me."
Truthfully, since the kidnapping, Summer had not contacted Trevor once.
She had seen his missed call.
But what did it matter?
The moment he had told her kidnappers they could do whatever they wanted to
her, she had already given up on him.
Margaret's entire body tensed the second she saw Summer.
She hated her.
Ever since Summer's return, her perfect life had been shattered.
Jasper and Julia still loved her, but her status was no longer secure.
At first, Summer had been no real threat.
But as soon as the Stewart family started viewing her as Trevor's future wife, things had changed.
Margaret could not allow it.
She was terrified that one day, the Stewart family would wake up and cast her out. If that happened, she would have nothing.
So, she had to make sure she was the only daughter of the Stewart family.
Keeping her emotions in check, Margaret put on a perfect, gentle smile.
Summer, why are you dressed so plainly? Tonight is the Stewart Group's 30th anniversary, and half of Havenbrook's elite are here. As Dad and Mom's daughter, shouldn't you care about representing the Stewart family properly?"
Julia turned to look at Summer properly for the first time.
The black dress highlighted her fair skin, and the fitted design accentuated her elegant figure.
But while the rest of the Stewart family was decked out in lavish designer outfits and expensive jewelry. Summer wore not a single accessory.
She looked far too... simple.
"I sent Zoey to deliver a gown to you. Why didn't you wear it?"
Summer let out a mocking laugh. "In your eyes, Margaret is the real daughter of
the Stewart family. You're all one bir hanny family. What I wear doesn't make a difference."
She rarely spoke to Julia this way in public.
One, because Trevor disliked it when she acted "unruly."
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Two, because she had once held onto the foolish hope that Julia would love her like a mother should.
But after everything that had happened-the kidnapping. Trevor's betrayal, and
the fake family affection- she was done.
Her
r voice wasn't loud, but they were in the middle of the banquet hall.
People had already started to take notice.
Julia's face darkened. "Do you know what day it is? Summer, don't make a scene."
Summer smiled. "Sorry, but twenty years ago, you didn't teach me how to behave. So, you have no right to tell me what to do now."
Without another word, she turned and walked away.
Julia's expression was ugly, but with so many people watching, she had no choice but to swallow her anger.
Margaret, on the other hand, was secretly delighted.
She quickly comforted Julia. "Mom, Summer is so disrespectful to you. She's too ungrateful! But don't worry. Even if she doesn't care about you, I do. You'll always have me."
Julia sighed and patted Margaret's hand.
Why was her biological daughter so stubborn, while her adopted daughter was so much more considerate?
At the buffet table, Summer picked up a plate and grabbed a slice of strawberry
cake.
Margaret followed her.
Holding a cocktail in one hand, she smirked.
"Summer, after three years, you still haven't learned anything. You think acting out
like this will make Mom and Dad notice you more? They raised me for twenty years, not twenty days. To them, I am their real daughter. That bond isn't something you can break.
"So be smart-leave the Stewart family before I make you leave."
Summer took a bite of cake. The strawberries were a little sour.
"Are you done?" she asked coolly.
"What?"
Summer's expression turned icy. "If you're done talking, then get lost."
Margaret scoffed. "Still pretending to be the Stewart family's daughter?"
She lifted her hand showing off the necklace around her neck-a six-pointed star-shaned diamond
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pendant.
Smirking, she asked. "Recognize this?"
Sutter's fingers froze around her fork.
She slowly put the cake down.
The only person in the Stewart family who had ever genuinely loved her was her
grandmother.
But only a year after Summer returned, she had passed away.
That had been one of the greatest pains of her life.
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Before her death, her grandmother had left behind two heirlooms-one was a pair
of jade earrings, the other, a six-pointed diamond necklace.
By Stewart family tradition, the jade earrings were for the family's sons, while the diamond necklace was always passed down to the Stewart family's daughter.
On Margaret's 18th birthday, the family had gifted the necklace to her.
But before passing away, Summer's grandmother had explicitly stated that the necklace must be returned to
Summer.
Summer had assumed Julia had taken it back but simply refused to give it to her.
Yet here it was-still hanging around Margaret's neck.
A sharp pain shot through her chest.
Margaret saw the flicker of sadness in Summer's eyes and felt a rush of
satisfaction.
Smirking, she said, "This necklace has stayed with me all these years. That just
proves who our parents really consider their daughter."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a vicious whisper.
"And you? You're nothing.”
Then-
"Ahh!"
A sharp, ear-piercing scream shattered the air.
Chapter 9
Just as Margaret was basking in her own self-satisfaction. Summer suddenly took a step forward.
With one swift motion, she yanked the six-pointed diamond necklace straight off Margaret's neck.
Margaret barely had time to react. All she felt was a sharp, burning pain as the chain was forcibly torn away, scraping across her delicate skin
The sting was instant. A thin line of blood surfaced on her neck.
The commotion immediately drew the attention of the entire banquet hall.
Curious onlookers turned their heads, eager for gossip.
Julia rushed over in a panic.
"What is going on?"
Margaret, her face streaked with tears, threw herself into Julia's arms.
"Mom, Summer was speaking to you so disrespectfully, so I told her not to act like that. and she just lost it! She ripped my necklace off! My neck-she almost broke my neck!"
Julia's gaze snapped to the bloodstains on Margaret's skin, then to Summer, her expression darkening.
"Summer, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Summer met her glare calmly.
Raising the necklace for all to see, she slowly turned it between her fingers. The six-pointed diamond sparkled brilliantly under the grand chandelier, sharp, intricate, undeniably valuable.
Summer's tone was lazy, unhurried. "I was just taking back the necklace my grandmother left for me. No need for all this fuss, is there?"
Julia's eyes flickered.
She had been so busy tonight that she hadn't even noticed Margaret was wearing the necklace.
If she had seen it earlier, she wouldn't have allowed it.
When Madam Stanton passed away, Julia had tried to retrieve the necklace from Margaret. She had even offered to exchange it for jewelry of equal value.
But the moment she brought it up, Margaret burst into tears, sobbing about how she wasn't loved anymore.
Ever since Summer returned, Margaret had grown sensitive.
Julia had spent twenty years raising her-how could she bear to break her heart?
So, in the end, she let it go.
Trevor Stands Up for Summer
That way, both daughters would be happy.
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Julia pursed her lips. "This necklace was given to Margaret when she turned eighteen. At the time, you weren't part of the Stewart family yet. You can't blame anyone for that."
Summer let out a laugh, mocking, razor-sharp,
You really do dote on
make you pay for it?"
Our fake daughter. What, aren't you afraid Grandma will crawl out of her grave to
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Fake daughter
The words hit like a slap.
Coming from Summer, it was an outright declaration of war.
Margaret snapped.
The burning pain on her neck was nothing compared to the humiliation searing through her chest. Her hands clenched into tight fists. She wanted to scratch that smug look right off Summer's face.
Julia's expression turned ugly. Her voice dropped into a sharp his
"Summer, enough! If you had never returned to the Stewart family, this necklace would have always been.
t's!"
Summer's lips curled in amusement, but the smile never reached her eyes.
That's right. I had never come back, everything would still belong to Margaret.
They never really wanted me back in the first place.
Jasper had been busy entertaining guests in the main hall.
But the escalating noise from the banquet floor finally forced him to step in.
The moment he saw what was happening-Margaret in tears, the guests whispering, the mess his daughters were making-his expression darkened. This was embarrassing.
His voice was stern. "Enough. Stop causing a scene. We're making a laughingstock of ourselves. We'll discuss the necklace later. Margaret, go see the family doctor for your neck."
Margaret's eyes filled with fresh tears. Her voice trembled.
"Dad. Summer attacked me. And now you're taking her side?"
To Jasper, this was just a petty argument between siblings.
Nothing worth ruining the Stewart Group's 30th anniversary over.
Trevor Stands Up for Summer
All he cared about was resolving this before it damaged the family's reputation.
His gaze shifted to Summer.
"Summer, return the necklace to Margaret. We'll sort this out after the banquet."
A wave of hushed murmurs spread through the room.
Some people looked at Summer with sympathy. Others with ridicule.
Summer stared at the scene in front of her.
Julia, arms wrapped protectively around Margaret. Jasper, standing firm in his defense of her.
They looked like a perfectly loving family.
And she?
She was the unwanted outsider, the villain disrupting their peace.
She bit down hard, forcing back the sting in her nose.
This necklace belongs to the Stewart family's real daughter. Why should she give
it back?"
The voice was cold, firm, carrying a subtle edge of anger.
Every head in the room turned toward the source.
The next moment, Summer was pulled into a familiar embrace.
She looked up.
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Trevor
His sharp jawline, his emotionless expression.
Summer's brows knitted together. She immediately pushed him away.
Trevor was dressed in a crisp gray suit, his tie meticulously straightened. His entire presence was precise, composed, and impossibly distant.
But the moment he had spoken, the air in the room shifted.
A powerful, oppressive aura blanketed the hall.
Jasper's eyes flickered.
The Larson family's wealth far surpassed the Stewart family's.
To him, it didn't really matter which daughter got the necklace.
But if Trevor was backing Summer, then giving it to her would be more beneficial.
He immediately forced a smile, trying to smooth things over.
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Stewart family's daughter, so of course, it rightfully belongs to Summer:
Margaret's heart plummeted.
Jasper's tone had changed. His stance had shifted.
Trevor had barely said anything, and just like that, her parents were no longer
defending her.
Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to Julia for support.
Julia understood her silent plea.
But Summer was Trevor's fiancée.
And the Stewart family's business relied heavily on the Larson family.
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Even though Julia adored Margaret, even though she was furious at Summer's behavior, at this moment, there was no way she would go against Trevor.
She sighed and gently patted Margaret's shoulder before letting go.
Turning to Trevor, she forced a warm smile. "Trevor, you're late."
Then, she addressed Margaret directly.
"Margaret, your sister Summer is getting married soon. The necklace will be her
dowry. When you get married. I'll buy you a new one."
Margaret froze.
Her mind reeled.
Everything had turned against her in an instant.
Jasper and Julia had switched sides, just because Trevor had shown up.
Her neck was still bleeding.
But suddenly, no one seemed to care.
Mocking eyes swept over her.
She could feel their judgment, their silent laughter.
Her face burned.
Overwhelmed with humiliation and rage, she clenched her fists, then stomped her
foot in frustration and
ran from the room.
Chapter 10
We Broke Up the Day of the Kidnapping
Margaret ran upstairs to her room.
She grabbed everything within reach and hurled it across the room, one by one.
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Outside the bedroom, the crashing and smashing sounds were so loud they could be heard through the
closed door.
Zocy, along with the family doctor, stood waiting outside.
She had been working for the Stewart family for over twenty years, essentially serving as their housekeeper.
She had watched Margaret grow up-spoiled, arrogant, and impossible to discipline.
Back when she was the Stewart family's rightful daughter, it was understandable why everyone indulged
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But now that she had been exposed as an still just as entitled, if not worse behind closed
doors.
Zoey couldn't understand why Summer's parents insisted on keeping Margaret in the family.
Miss Summer was a hundred times better than her.
By the time Margaret had smashed everything in sight, the humiliation from earlier had finally eased a
little.
Alright, Summer, tonight you only won because Trevor was on your side. That's the only reason Mom and Dad favored
"you.
Since Trevor is your biggest support, the man you love the most... I'll make sure he leaves you.
I want you to suffer.
Margaret pulled out her phone, scrolling to Peyton's WhatsApp chat.
A wicked smile spread across her lips.
She and Peyton weren't exactly friends.
But they had a common enemy.
She had visited Peyton at the hospital once. The two of them hit it off instantly and exchanged contact information, knowing they could be useful to each other one day.
After sending the message, Margaret finally felt better.
She opened the door and let the doctor in to treat her neck wound.
There was a good show waiting to unfold.
After the earlier commotion, Jasper ordered the staff to change the music to a waltz, signaling the guests to We Broke Up the Day of the kidnapping
Julia was still frustrated with Summer's attitude over the diamond necklace, but
seeing how Trevor had defended her, she swallowed her anger.
As Mrs. Stewart, she had lived a life of luxury and privilege for decades,
The Stewart family's wealth and status mattered to her.
And no matter how difficult Summer was, she was still her biological daughter.
If Summer married Trevor, it would secure the Stewart family's connection to the powerful Larson family.
Julia believed she had to strike while the iron was hot,
Just as she was about to bring up setting a wedding date, Summer abruptly grabbed Trevor and dragged him
outside.
Julia was speechless.
Ungrateful girl! Can't you see I'm doing this for your own good?
By the pool outside the villa, Summer put distance between herself and Trevor.
Arms crossed, her gaze was sharp and ice-cold.
"What are you doing here?"
Trevor stared at her intently.
Her makeup was flawless, her long, wavy hair gleamed under the lights, and her one-shoulder black dress hugged her figure perfectly.
She rarely dressed so boldly, and he had to admit-it suited her.
But then he remembered the call she hadn't answered,
Summer had never ignored his calls before.
She used to pick up within three seconds, every time.
His voice dropped a little. "Why was your phone off?"
A cold smirk tugged at Summer's lips.
"You didn't care if I lived or died, but now you care about my phone?"
She continued, her voice slow and deliberate. "Let me remind you, Trevor-on the day I was kidnapped, while you were holding a wedding for Peyton, we broke up."
Trevor frowned.
He didn't like hearing the word break up from her mouth.
If she hadn't brought it up that day, maybe he wouldn't have reacted so coldly.
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He let out a soft scoff, voice tinged with mockery.
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"If it wasn't for me just now. Margaret would've crushed you completely. Summer, you sure have a sharp. tongue when it comes to me, but with the Stewart family, you're nothing but a pushover. What does your temper only work on mel
Five years together he knew exactly how to strike a nerve.
But this time. Summer didn't get angry.
Instead, she chuckled, completely indifferent, as if she were speaking to a stranger.
"Oh, right. Thanks for earlier. Let's just call it my breakup compensation for the five years I wasted on you."
Her detached, emotionless attitude made Trevor's brows furrow even tighter.
He didn't believe Summer truly wanted to break up.
If she wanted to be favored in the Stewart family, she needed his support to keep Jasper and Julia in check.
This was just her way of throwing a tantrum, protesting his wedding with Peyton. He took a step closer, his tone softening slightly.
"You've been giving me the silent treatment for days. You even pulled that whole kidnapping stunt. Fine, Summer, I won't hold it against you."
He continued. The wedding with Peyton was just to fulfill her last wish. If it really bothers you that much, I promise our wedding will be even more grand."
His tone was so condescending-like he was granting her a favor, giving her the greatest possible
compromise.
Summer found it utterly laughable.
She had loved this man for five years, yet he didn't understand her at all.
He actually believed the kidnapping was something she orchestrated, just to get
his attention.
At that moment, she realized just how foolish she had been.
She took another step back.
Her heels were now only half a meter from the pool's edge.
Every fiber of her being rejected Trevor's presence.
Her lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Trevor, you really think a more luxurious
wedding will make me forgive you? That I'll go back to waiting for you like
before?"
She continued, "I'm completely done with you. In fact, I sincerely hope you and Peyton are locked together forever. A fake wedding is so boring-you should go ahead and make it real"
Trevor's expression darkened.
In the past, as long as he told Summer he wouldn't hold a grudge and offered
her a more extravagant
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But tonight, she was different.
She felt unfamiliar.
And it irritated him.
Pressing his fingers against his temples, he forced himself to be patient.
"Summer, stop being dramatic. My patience is limited. Just tell me what you want,
and I'll consider it as compensation."
Summer was about to respond when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted
someone.
Peyton.
Dressed in a white gown, standing at the villa entrance, looking as delicate and frail as ever.
Summer's lips curled into a smirk.
Trevor, if you truly care about me, then tonight, in front of everyone, choose me over Peyton.
Just once.