I Will Not Let History Repeat Itself

My blood ran cold.

I kept my head lowered, my fingers absently rubbing the handle of my coffee cup. Then, suddenly, my grip tightened, and a cold gleam flickered in my eyes.

'Who does Michele think she is? Just some shameless woman throwing herself at a man, desperate for attention, fawning over someone who doesn't care about her.

'Without my son's heart, she wouldn't be alive today,' I mused. 'And she has the nerve to come here and humiliate me? On what grounds?'

My fingertips clutched the cup's handle more tightly than ever, and the temptation to fling the hot coffee straight into Michele's smug face was overwhelming.

But I knew that the time was not right, and for now, I had to endure.

After what felt like an eternity, I released my grip on the cup.

I slowly picked up the bank card that had been lying on the table between us.

Calmly, I pushed it back across to her, put on an innocent expression, and said, "Mrs. Langley, you've got it all wrong. There's nothing between me and Mr. Langley. It's just a professional relationship. That's all."

I feigned confusion, my tone almost pitying as I commented, "Why be so paranoid? Do you not have any confidence in yourself?"

Michele hadn't expected me to be so unyielding and composed. She was visibly caught off guard.

Her face twisted with barely restrained fury as she muttered, "Adrianna, you'd better watch yourself!"

She grabbed the card and, without another word, stormed out.

…

After leaving the cafe, I walked along the streets alone, my brows furrowed deep in thought. 'Michele's suspicions are mounting. What should I do now? I needed to secure my position with Scott quickly, but how?'

Lost in my contemplations, I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the roar of a vehicle, causing me to flinch.

Instinctively, I turned toward the source of the noise.

At the far end of the street, near the intersection, a big truck was barreling toward me.

A light-bulb moment struck me.

'Scott's first love had died in a car crash, right? Hit by a speeding vehicle, her life had ended in a sudden, violent tragedy.' I thought to myself.

Hence, I was left with no choice but to gamble on this.

With my mind made up, I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Scott.

"Adrianna, why aren't you at work?" Scott's voice came through.

"Mr. Langley!" My voice trembled, weak and shaky as if I were on the verge of tears. "Just now, Mrs. Langley had her men drag me to a cafe. She threw a bank card in my face and told me to take it and disappear from your life.

"I tried to explain to her that it was all a misunderstanding, but she wouldn't believe me. She even warned me to be careful. And I—"

Before I could finish the sentence, I was interrupted by the sharp roar of a truck's engine.

Then, all I could hear was my own terrified scream. "Ah!"

My body was hurled through the air like a ragdoll, everything fading to black as the phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground.

From the phone, Scott's anxious voice echoed faintly, growing more distant with every second. "Adrianna? Adrianna!"

…

I woke up to find myself lying in a hospital bed.

I sucked in a gasp of pain.

Just the thought of moving sent waves of pain through every inch of my body.

"Don't move!" The deep, commanding voice startled me, and then I felt a strong arm wrap gently but firmly around my weak shoulders, preventing me from sitting up.

The heat of his body was unmistakable as it seeped into me, and I was momentarily too stunned to react before I looked up.

His face, etched with concern, hovered into view. A lump formed in my throat, and my eyes stung with unshed tears. "Mr. Langley…" My voice broke with emotion.

As I looked up at him, tears filled my eyes. My lips quivered, and I felt as vulnerable as a frightened deer. "That truck… It came right at me. I thought… I thought I was going to die."

"Mr. Langley, I'm so scared! Mrs. Langley… She'll never let me go." My voice trembled as I clung tightly to his suit.

My pitiful expression was designed to evoke protective instincts, particularly given my resemblance to his deceased lover.

He hesitated, but only for a moment. His hand, rough yet gentle, traced the curve of my cheek with pity.

"She won't," he murmured, his voice laden with emotion. "I won't let the same thing happen again."

The word 'again' hung heavy in the air, carrying with it an unspoken meaning. It seemed he sought to compensate for the regret he harbored over his previous lover by transferring his affections to me.

If it meant reclaiming my son's heart, I was willing to become a substitute for someone who had died long ago.

Without hesitation, I collapsed into his arms and wrapped myself around his sturdy waist.

His breathing grew ragged, his emotions finally stirring.

His hand, previously still, became restless and began to reach for my collar.

Just then, the door to the ward slammed open with a bang, and Michele burst in.

Scott Protected Me

"Ah!" In a swift, instinctive motion, I ducked behind Scott, my expression the picture of a frightened little deer seeking refuge.

"What are you doing here?" Scott's earlier warmth vanished, replaced by an icy indifference as he fixed Michele with a sharp gaze.

Without a moment's hesitation, he positioned himself between us, his arms wrapping protectively around me.

Michele's face contorted with fury when she saw that, her knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists. "Adrianna! You wretched—" Her voice cracked, thick with rage.

Scott's face darkened, and his voice was cold and cutting as he ordered, "Michele, apologize to Adrianna now."

I could hardly believe it. He wasn't holding back at all. He offered Michele no dignity, no escape.

Her face paled, and her voice, shrill and trembling with disbelief, rang out. "Why should I apologize to that shameless woman? She's the one who seduced you—"

"Shut up!" Scott's sharp retort sliced through her accusation before she could finish. "Is this the kind of upbringing the Finnen Family gave you? Is this how they taught you to behave?"

"Apologize," he demanded, his tone brooking no argument. "Did you not hear me?"

From behind Scott, I peeked through the small space between his shoulders and watched Michele with cold detachment.

A flicker of provocation sparked in my eyes, but my voice shook with feigned timidity when I spoke. "Mr. Langley, it's all my fault. I upset Mrs. Langley. Please, don't argue with her because of me."

Women possessed an exceptional knack for detecting sarcasm, especially when laced with false humility. My carefully crafted performance only served to inflame Michele's anger further.

With a sharp intake of breath, she spat, "Adrianna, shut up!"

Scott's face grew even colder, his disdain evident. "Michele, don't make me say it a third time. Apologize!"

Rage coursed through Michele's veins, but faced with Scott's stern, icy stare, she had no choice but to curb her anger reluctantly. With a forced lowering of her head, she muttered, "Adrianna, I'm sorry."

I peeked out from behind Scott's arm with an exaggerated gesture of meekness. "Oh no, Mrs. Langley, you don't need to apologize. It's my fault, all of it."

Her face hardened, her eyes turning into sharp daggers fixed on me.

"You can leave!" Scott commanded, his back turned to her in dismissal. His tone was frighteningly cold.

Michele's face twitched, her emotions a whirlwind of anger and restraint.

Remembering her true purpose for the visit, she managed to soften her expression. "Tomorrow," she began, her voice carefully steady, "there's a charity auction held by the city. All the major families will be attending. We've also received an invitation."

"It's at 8.30AM tomorrow," she added, her voice lower but firm, "Don't forget. We need to go together."

Despite the chill in their marriage, Michele was a woman driven by her vanity.

In public, she strived to maintain a facade of affection and harmony with Scott, which was why their appearance at the charity auction was essential.

"I understand," Scott replied after a pause, his tone calm and almost detached.

His willingness to cooperate was influenced by the opportunity to bolster his reputation among the upper-class society—an advantage he wouldn't easily dismiss.

Relieved by his compliance, Michele exhaled deeply. Before storming off, she shot one last venomous glare my way, her eyes sharp and filled with animosity.

I met her glare with a half-smile, feigning innocence. I had managed to make her reach the height of fury without even lifting a finger.

Thank goodness for Michele's timely intervention, which had distracted Scott from any lingering thoughts he might have held about me.

Though struck by a truck earlier, I emerged miraculously with only scrapes and bruises—a stroke of luck indeed.

The doctors monitored me for a few hours before they finally consented to my discharge.

Contrary to my expectations of being sent back to the employee dorms, Scott had other plans.

He instructed his driver to take me to one of his private villas, seeking to shield me from prying eyes as if I were some secret treasure he needed to protect.

…

As night enveloped the sky, Scott arrived at the villa.

I had just emerged from the shower, my long, jet-black hair still carrying droplets of water, my skin softer than usual.

The strap of my nightgown struggled to stay in place, occasionally slipping off my shoulder to reveal more than intended, exposing the curve of my collarbone.

There was a tinge of sadness etched on my face. This perfect blend of elegance and vulnerability was a combination holding a fatal allure for any man.

Seeing me in such a state, Scott visibly swallowed hard.

Without uttering a single word, he crossed the room and sat beside me on the couch.

He put an arm around my shoulders gently, and, in a very careful and soft voice, he asked, "What's wrong? You look upset."

I looked up at him with my clear, dark eyes and whispered, "Mr. Langley, I'm scared."

We Make Love for The First Time

"Are you afraid of Michele?" Scott asked, his voice low with concern. "Don't worry. I won't let her lay a finger on you."

"No!" I shook my head frantically, my voice choked with emotion. "Our statuses are different, and I'm not worthy of you."

My expression of despair was finely tuned to stir up a man's protective instincts.

As I anticipated, Scott's expression softened with concern, and he pulled me closer to him. "Who told you that?" His voice was gentle yet firm. "Adrianna, to me, you are the most precious thing in this world."

"Here," he said, his tone changing as he momentarily let go of me to retrieve something. He pulled out a small, elegant jewelry box. "I have something for you."

"What is this?" I asked.

When I opened the box, I had to catch my breath.

Inside lay the newly released Ocean's Embrace diamond bracelet, a collaboration piece by Kairos Jewels. It featured 108 diamonds arranged to mimic stars circling the moon, each stone sparkling with an intense brilliance.

It was a piece so rare that there was only one in the entire country, coveted by socialites who could only dream of possessing it.

I never imagined that Scott would not only secure such a coveted item but also gift it to me.

Swallowing a rush of excitement, I composed myself and tried to maintain a semblance of modesty.

I closed the box and gently pushed it back toward him. "No… I can't accept this. It's far too valuable."

My eyes were devoid of greed and only shone with honesty.

His face softened further, a look of satisfaction melding into a glimmer of tenderness as he reached for my hand.

With a firm but gentle grip, he pressed the jewelry box back into my palm.

"Take it. It's yours," he stated with quiet authority. "You're mine. You deserve nothing but the best."

A surge of warmth filled my chest. "You're so good to me, Mr. Langley," I said, my voice thick with gratitude.

Overcome with affection, I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my arms tightly around his strong, muscular waist. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and as I pressed closer, my intentions clear, my chest deliberately brushed against his.

For a moment, he froze, his body tensing at the gentle, tantalizing contact. A jolt seemed to race through him, manifesting in a low, restrained groan as his breathing quickened.

I could sense the shift in his posture, the growing tension between us evident in his reaction.

There was no doubt he was aroused beneath his pants. His penis stood tall, warmth radiating from it as it pressed firmly against my waist.

The thrill of the moment surged through me, but I knew lingering too long could lead to complications.

It was time to capture him and bring him to his knees with my charm. I tilted my head up, my expression innocent as I murmured, "What's wrong, Mr. Langley? Are you feeling unwell?"

His gaze, dark with desire, fixed on me like a wolf eyeing its prey, intense and ready to devour.

With a firm grip, he held my chin, his lips moving slowly toward mine.

He wanted to kiss me.

I giggled playfully and tried to pull back, but he was relentless.

This time, I didn't shy away.

The dance of desire we had been playing at had gone on long enough; it was time to fully engage.

When he kissed me deeply, a flutter of nerves tingled through me. My hands moved to grip his suit collar as I gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

At that moment, I could feel that he was completely captivated. His hand slipped under the hem of my blouse, exploring my body with an eager touch.

"Mr. Langley, don't do that," I murmured, my eyes sparkling with allure, my voice soft and sweet, a tempting whisper.

This only fueled his desire, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

"Don't do what?" His voice was raspy, thick with longing. "Be good, and let me take care of you properly."

With those words, he effortlessly lifted me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

His arousal was undeniable, pressing insistently against me through the thin fabric of his slacks.