The Seat for His Girlfriend

Cierra deliberately dawdled.

She came out of the villa after a second call from Draven.

When Draven saw Cierra jogging over, his slightly furrowed brows smoothed a little. He turned sideways and placed a gift box on the passenger seat upright.

"Sorry, I took a nap and made you wait for a long time."

Cierra explained as she pulled the door to the back seat of the car.

Draven glanced at her through the rearview mirror and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "You're going to attend the banquet just like this?"

"Huh?" Cierra lowered her head to look at her clothes. "Isn't this okay? It'll just be a family banquet."

Draven threw the gift box onto the passenger seat to her. "Go change them."

The white box had Sprince logo on it. The box was carefully wrapped up. Cierra recognized it at a glance. It was the latest dress Sprince launched.

She hesitated and put the gift box back. "I can't change into the clothes you want to give Aleah."

Draven tapped his finger on the steering wheel. "We haven't told anyone about our divorce yet. Are you going to embarrass my family by attending a banquet like this?"

"But..."

"I have another gift for Aleah. It's given by a company for free. I forgot to bring it with me."

Draven coldly interrupted her, his tone unquestionable. "Change your clothes."

"Alright."

Helpless, Cierra could only hold the gift box and go back to change into the dress before coming back.

The light blue dress made her skin even fairer. The hem was sparkling as it moved as if it was a mobile painting.

The dress was a bit loose on the waist. It wasn't Cierra's size, or Cierra would love it.

After changing her clothes, Cierra quickly went downstairs. When she opened the door of the back seat, she found that it was locked.

Draven's displeased voice came from inside the car. "Sit in the front."

Cierra frowned. "This is not proper, right?"

In her view, only Draven's girlfriend or someone close to him could take the front passenger seat. However, she fitted neither of the conditions.

Draven glanced at Cierra. "Is it appropriate to treat me as a driver?"

"I don't mean that."

Cierra scratched her head and explained herself to Draven.

Draven listened and stared at her in silence for two seconds. "Aleah isn't you. She won't care about such a small matter. Get in the car. I don't want to say the same thing again."

Cierra insisted. "Then I'm not going. I guess she doesn't want to see me."

She held the hem and left. The sound of the horn stopped her, followed by Draven's voice. "Get in the car."

Cierra pulled the back seat door and opened it.

She raised her eyebrows, held the hem, and went in. Because of both the improper size and the complicated design, it took her a while to tidy it up.

Draven started the car. "The skirt is not of your size?"

Cierra was indifferent. "No. It's a bit loose. When we get there, I'll use the pin. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

Before Cierra finished speaking, the car slowed down sharply and interrupted Cierra's muttering.

She did not fasten her seat belt and hit her head against the front seat. Her mind went blank.

Jerk! Even if he wanted to kill her, he didn't need to do this. If an accident happened, Draven would also die.

Cierra silently fastened the seat belt. She looked outside the car window at the surroundings that were moving backward.

She was abroad because she occupied the position of Mrs. Trevino. At that time, everyone knew that she liked Draven. It was more convenient to kill her to give Aleah that position back then. Now that she had signed the agreement, he wouldn't have to make her disappear.

To avoid future trouble, Cierra hoped to settle the divorce as soon as possible.

"Well, have we completed the divorce formalities?"

The Adopted Daughter

The car suddenly sped up, and Draven's voice seemed to be wrapped in the sound of the wind outside. He said, "Are you eager to get divorced?"

Cierra didn't understand why Draven said she was eager.

She did not want a new relationship for the time being, and obviously, no one was waiting for her.

Cierra shook her head and said seriously, "You should be the one who is eager to get divorced."

The speed of the car gradually slowed down while Draven said with a smile, "I'm not."

Cierra didn't know what to say.

Therefore, she decided to say nothing.

Cierra thought she had signed the divorce agreement and she would make an end to the Boyle family at night. She would no longer have anything to do with those people.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the villa of the Boyle family.

Over the years, the Boyle family and the Trevino family were business partners, and they managed to have a firm footing in the upper class, so many people wanted to pay their addresses to them. At the moment, the luxury cars at the entrance had almost occupied all empty parking spaces.

Cierra got out of the car. The night wind made her tremble. When she looked up, the man in suits had already walked towards the lawn where the banquet was held. Cierra had to carry her skirt and follow him.

All the guests present also cast their eyes on Draven.

The roses surrounded the beauty who was playing the piano. There were mountains of gifts beside the five-story cake. The Prince, followed by the light and the eyes of the crowd, approached the Princess who was playing the piano.

The scene looked like a romantic opera.

It would be too annoying if she drew nearer, so Cierra walked slowly and tried to become a spectator just like others.

But before she could hide in the crowd, Draven, who was in front of her, suddenly stopped and looked back at her.

It was the advertisement that suddenly showed itself while the drama was at its highlighting part.

However, Draven did not feel that there was anything wrong. He looked at Cierra standing in front of the crowd and frowned, "Come here."

All the guests shifted their gazes to Cierra.

"Who is she? She looks a little familiar, but I don't think I've seen her before."

"How can you forget? It was the abandoned baby that the Boyle family had held in the hospital wrongly. The Boyle family is too kind. They treat her as Aleah's biological sister. But the girl took Aleah's fiancé away from her. How disgusting!"

"I remember! It was the one who was sent abroad by Mr. Trevino on the day of their marriage, right? Why did she come back? How shameless she is! If I were her, I would have jumped off a building and died long ago. It would be a disgrace to live. How annoying!"

"..."

The crowd discussed and looked at Cierra disdainfully.

The crowd's talking was not loud, but Cierra stood too near to them and could hear their words clearly.

Pretending to hear nothing, Cierra walked steadily toward Draven.

Aleah, who was playing the piano, stood up when Draven called Cierra. She walked over elegantly and slowly and said, "Cierra, my sister, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell us?"

The crowd then gave Cierra a new label: lack of manners, since she didn't call her adoptive parents before she returned.

Cierra smiled and answered, "I came back last night and called Vanessa in the morning. She didn't tell you, maybe because she was afraid you would get angry."

Ever since Aleah returned, Cierra began to call her adoptive parents by their names instead of Dad and Mom.

"How could I be unhappy? I will have a partner when you come back so that my mom won't scold me every day."

She acted like a spoiled child to Cierra.

Cierra felt a chill run down her spine. She tried her best to control her expression as she took out a small gift box from her pocket and said, "Happy birthday."

"You even prepared a gift for me. Thank you, Cierra!"

Aleah took the gift and hugged Cierra excitedly.

Cierra then froze.

The Ill-Fitting Gown

Just as Cierra was about to push Aleah away, the person holding her suddenly frowned and let go of her.

Aleah looked at her waist and asked, "Cierra, is this dress not fitting you well? It hangs loosely on you."

A banquet was a competition for upper-class socialites.

And the dresses and jewelry were their weapons.

They would talk about the brands of their Haute Couture and the designers of their jewelry. Out-dated gowns were not allowed, not to say fake ones.

Wearing an ill-fitting gown was also a shameful thing.

The surrounding people began to laugh at Cierra brazenly.

"How hilarious! Mrs. Trevino does not have a fitting dress."

"Be understanding. It's good enough to have a decent dress. Remember, she's just free to come back. Look at her hair. How outdated! No wonder Mr. Trevino doesn't like her! I'm wondering when Mr. Trevino will divorce her, and free himself!"

"..."

Aleah seemed to hear nothing. She complained to Draven, "Draven, how could you prepare such a dress for my sister?"

Cierra already knew that there would be such a bridge plot, so she watched Aleah's performance expressionlessly, thinking that she was childish enough.

Surprisingly, Draven explained, "I didn't get enough time to ask Cierra's size. I thought that you two shared similar figures, so I had the designer customize it according to your size. I didn't expect it to be inappropriate, and there was not enough time to modify it."

The discussion stopped abruptly.

Aleah almost couldn't maintain her smile.

Aleah already felt the mocking gazes of the people around her, as if they were saying that she was fatter than Cierra!

And that dress! When Sprince released it in the Spring/Summer, Aleah wanted that dress. But it hadn't been sold yet, so customers could only get it from the designer.

She didn't expect that Cierra would be the first to wear it!

She also did not expect that Draven would not only give this dress to Cierra but also speak for that bitch!

Taking a deep breath, Aleah tried to look nicer and complained to Draven, "Fine. Be careful next time."

Draven lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on Cierra as he muttered, "Mm."

Aleah gritted her teeth. She held Cierra and smiled, "Cierra, Draven sent many sets of clothing over this time. There are also different sizes. If you don't mind, you can change to another set. The ill-fitting gown doesn't look good.."

Cierra intended to refuse.

Although the gown didn't fit her, it was quite comfortable. However, when she was about to speak, she changed her idea and said, "Okay."

"The gown is in your old room. You can choose whichever you like. There are still guests here, so I won't go with you," said Aleah as she withdrew her hand.

"See you later," nodded Cierra.

Cierra held her skirt in hand and was about to leave when someone bent down to help her lift her skirt.

"I'll send you there," said Draven expressionlessly.

Cierra subconsciously looked at Aleah.

That wisp of resentment in Aleah's eyes was not missed by Cierra. But when Cierra tried to see clearer, Aleah was again a sweet and lovely girl. She asked, "Draven, Cierra gave me a birthday present. What about yours?"

Cierra pulled her skirt out of Draven's hand and said, glancing at him, "If a girl is angry, it will be very difficult to make her happy again. You should go get your gift first."

Then she left without hesitation.

Draven subconsciously clenched his fists, but the silky fabric still slipped away from his palm. When he lifted his eyes, only Cierra's slender back was left in his eyes.

Cierra walked straight to the most remote room, on the second floor of the villa.

Before Aleah returned to the Boyle family, she lived in the master bedroom with a balcony on the second floor. But when Aleah was back, she naturally gave that room back to its real master.

Back then, Cierra could read from Aleah's expression that she hated her. Whenever Aleah saw Cierra, she would snivel and talk about her old miserable life. That Cierra didn't live in the servant's room was already the mercy of Young Mistress Aleah Boyle.

However, compared to a remote room, the feeling of having to depend on others was real torture. When Cierra was alone in that narrow room, it was the most relaxed time of her day.

Cierra sighed with emotion and opened the door.

The moment the light was turned on, the door behind her was suddenly closed, which made a loud noise, and the key outside was pulled away.

She subconsciously turned around, and her arms were suddenly grabbed by someone strong.