Alsa fights against her evil family to save the business her mother left behind. She is busy exposing the true face of her betraying ex-boyfriend and successfully countering the various schemes of her half-sister. The renowned billionaire of the business empire, Vincent, constantly finds reasons to confess his feelings to Alsa, wanting to date and propose to her. "Isn't it said that CEO Vincent has very high standards, even ignoring her beautiful half-sister?" Vincent squints, leaning back on the sofa, his movements relaxed yet elegant. "Baby, call me hubby." Alsa swallows hard, staring at Vincent's perfect face, almost godlike, and his model-like, sexy physique. Vincent, though a heartthrob to many, only loves her. With his long legs, toned waist, and strong chest muscles, he's practically tempting her, making her want to abandon her duties!
Chapter 1 Framed and Fell into the Water
Water was everywhere.
It overwhelmed her, flooding her nose, ears, and throat.
Alsa's biggest weakness-she couldn't swim.
Yet now, she had fallen into the sea, the salty water surging into her lungs.
The early spring sea was bone-chillingly cold, and the suffocating fear gradually consumed her.
On the deck of the ship, people were rushing out in a frenzy.
Tonight's gathering consisted mostly of the elite heirs and heiresses of prestigious families.
There weren't many-just over twenty-but their combined wealth was enough to support a piece of New York City.
Yet even among them, there was a force greater than all-the Davies Family conglomerate.
The sea raged, waves surging higher, as bean-sized raindrops began to fall, turning into a torrential downpour within seconds.
Two figures struggled desperately in the dark waters.
"Help..."
"Help..."
Their cries for help were barely audible amidst the storm.
A tall, imposing figure in black suddenly broke through the crowd.
His sharp gaze locked onto the two struggling figures in the water, and for the first time, his usually composed face was filled with panic.
Without a moment's hesitation, without even removing his suit, he dove straight into the freezing sea.
The heavy rain blurred his vision, and the waves fought against him, but after much effort, he finally managed to pull one person out.
"Kyra, Kyra, wake up..."
Gasping for breath, he ignored his own disheveled state, anxiously calling out to the unconscious woman in his arms.
He never even thought about the other person still in the water...
Just then, a panicked female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd-
"Where's Alsa? Wasn't she with Kyra? Where is she?!"
"Yes! Alsa... Alsa fell in too!"
Someone shouted in alarm, sending a collective gasp through the onlookers on the deck.
A bright flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, as if trying to tear apart the stormy night along with the dark sea below.
All eyes turned toward the raging waters, but there wasn't even a shadow of a struggling figure in sight.
The woman who had just mentioned Alsa and Kyra falling together suddenly broke down in tears.
"Alsa can't swim!!!"
The man holding Kyra stiffened abruptly.
Yes, he had seen Alsa too, just moments ago.
And then-before the woman's cries had even faded-a loud splash echoed through the storm.
Someone else had jumped in...
When Alsa was finally rescued, Kyra had already coughed up seawater and regained consciousness.
Her pale face was wet-whether from rain or tears, it was unclear-as she looked up at the two men before her, sobbing.
"Elvis..."
She cried out softly before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her small, pale face into his chest.
Despite being completely drenched, the man still exuded an undeniable charm.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if deep in thought, but his arms gradually encircled the woman's waist, holding her tighter.
"Don't be afraid, it's over now."
His gentle voice carried obvious relief and the joy of having survived.
The onlookers on the deck murmured among themselves, casting glances toward the other rescued figure-Alsa.
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, artificial respiration-again and again, until she finally coughed up two mouthfuls of seawater.
Her long, delicate eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes cracked open just a sliver.
Her head was spinning, her body weak, but she could still clearly see the two figures tightly embracing beside her.
The corners of her lips curled faintly, and as the rain relentlessly pelted her pale face, her consciousness faded once more.
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Alsa barely clung to life.
When she woke up, it was midday, three days later.
The hospital room was empty, except for her.
Bright sunlight streamed in through the window. Her weak yet clear eyes followed the dust floating in the air, her expression indifferent, lost in thought.
Eventually, she forced herself to get up, dragging her frail body to the bathroom.
Afterward, she gazed at the bright sunshine outside and decided to go for a walk.
Though exhaustion weighed down her limbs, she refused to stay in that cold, sterile hospital room any longer.
The hospital's back garden.
Alsa wore only a thin hospital gown. Though the sun was warm, the air still carried a chill.
She found a quiet spot to stand, gazing at a gardenia tree not far away, where small flower buds were waiting to bloom.
Her arms wrapped around herself.
Though her figure was slender and frail, an unyielding coldness emanated from her.
She had an exquisitely beautiful face, but her refined features rarely displayed much emotion.
Still, that did not diminish her allure.
Simply standing there, with her pale skin and dark hair, she exuded a solitary and untouchable beauty, both distant and captivating.
She took a deep breath, just as her mood slightly lifted-when someone stepped in front of her.
Kyra.
She held a steaming thermos in her hands, her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her bright eyes and delicate features framed by a man's suit jacket draped over her shoulders.
Kyra looked at Alsa's cold, beautiful face, taking in the unapproachable aura surrounding her.
That naturally chilling presence, the sharp gaze capable of cutting through the air-it made Kyra seethe with jealousy.
Yet when she saw Alsa's frail and weakened form, a triumphant smile spread across her lips.
Like a deliberate display, she pulled the jacket around her shoulders tighter.
Alsa's cold eyes locked onto her. "You really are like a lingering ghost."
Kyra arched a brow and slowly sauntered toward her, her smile growing even more radiant as she took in Alsa's pale, delicate figure.
Leaning in slightly, she whispered,
"Still refusing to give up, dear sister? Even the man you love most-loves me now."
Chapter 1 Framed and Fell into the Water
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Chapter 2 The Cunning and Wicked Half-sister
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Chapter 3 Hurry Up, Get Married and Have Children!
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Chapter 4 Holding Her in His Arms
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Chapter 5 Love at First Sight, It's Fated
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Chapter 6 Alsa, You Shouldn't Have Become So Cruel!
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Chapter 7 Just Parted, Yet Fate Brings Them Together Again
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Chapter 8 Pursuing You Is My Personal Choice
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Chapter 9 She Endured All the Hardships for Him
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Chapter 10 To Survive, How Could She Not Be Cold and Strong
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Chapter 11 The Heir of The Davies Family Conglomerate!
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Chapter 12 Mr. Davies' Request
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Chapter 13 You Ungrateful Disgrace!
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Chapter 14 She Conquered
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Chapter 15 His Blind Favoritism for Her
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