The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

That was the only thing Aria felt as she strolled through White Hall’s gardens, unable to appreciate the bright flowers blooming around her.

She could not forget Kim’s calm smile, her knuckles clenching as she cursed, “Fuck them all! Jean, Winter, the White family… All of them! None of them can bear to see me living better than them! Did I hurt them or something?!”

Her grief grew as she rambled on, before she finally cracked and dropped to a crouch, sobbing. “What did I do wrong? I just wanted a better life! You all had to go all out to mess with me!”

As her sobs grew louder, she drew Eron’s attention.

His first look at her was one of contempt, though he soon had an idea.

Clapping his hands while grinning smugly, he put on a kindly face as he asked, “Aria Lond, was it? Aren’t you Mr. Lawrence’s girlfriend?”

Aria was sobbing even as she looked up, on the verge of a breakdown. “I won’t be soon enough.”

straight to the chase. “That’s terrible. Given Mr. Lawrence’s temper, if he found out you lied to him about something so

like that. I did lie to him, but he said he won’t

losing her life in riches and glamor before, Eron’s words left her worried

before. And he was certainly savage when he beat up those thugs, be it at the bar or the street. Even now, those memories were fresh

the truth before, so he would have to cajole

continued to gaslight her. “Just think about it—it was all your fault, right? If you were in his place, would you stand someone who deceived

her head as she screamed right then, “Noooo!!! I don’t want to

still marry rich! I-I can’t