NovelCat Competitive Intelligence|Ad Analysis by SocialPeta

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Competitive intelligence is the first step in our marketing intelligence work and one of the most important parts. Only when we understand the details of our competitors can we formulate a correct and effective marketing strategy.

In this report, SocialPeta analyzes the NovelCat's ad analysis from multiple aspects and helps you see the competitive intelligence of top grossing apps NovelCat.

Now, I'll tell you how to gain a competitive advantage by SocialPeta.

1. Basic Information of NovelCat

App Name : NovelCat

Logo

NovelCat-SocialPeta

OS : iOS

Network : Facebook,Audience Network,Messenger

Developer : Happy Read

Publisher : Instagram,Facebook,Fotor - Photo Editor&Collage,POTO - Photo Collage Editor,GulogGratis,Montage Video Musique

Total creative ads during the time period : 10,000

Duration : 425

Popularity : 927,726

2. NovelCat’s Competitive Intelligence

what is competitive intelligence? Competitive intelligence is the most important part of our marketing. Only when we fully understand the overall situation of our competitors and the market can we make accurate judgments.

Before advertising, we usually use various tools, such as SocialPeta, to check the details of competitors' ads. In this report, we will analyze the recent advertising performance of advertiser NovelCat in detail to understand its advertising strategy.

Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of NovelCat in the recent period. As of 2021-03-15, among the NovelCat‘s ad creative, the Html category's proportion is 0.0%, Video category's proportion is 72.52%, Playable Ads category's proportion is 0.0%, Image category's proportion is 27.48%, Carousel category's proportion is 0.0%.

Ad Network Analysis

The network that SocialPeta monitors can cover almost all mainstream channels in the world. Understanding the competitor's advertising channels is the first step in marketing work. According to the analysis of SocialPeta, we can see that in the date of 2021-03-15, NovelCat's the proportion of networks impressions are placed like this:

Facebook's proportion is 27.35%,

Audience Network's proportion is 24.26%,

Instagram's proportion is 24.24%,

Messenger's proportion is 24.15%,

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In the date of 2021-03-15, NovelCat‘s network with the most ads is Facebook and its proportion is 25.24%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of NovelCat

This is the detailed information of the top three ad creatives with the best performance among all ad creatives of NovelCat. We can see some advertising trends.

Top 1 Ad Creative of NovelCat

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Text :On a full-moon night, there were no stars. A scream broke through the sky. "Ahh--!"
In the depths of the forest, Grace Astor’s clothes were in tatters. An ugly and vicious man pressed her under his body. His big filthy hands tore and grabbed her beautifully shaped body as he ripped away Grace’s clothes. A creepy smile hung on his boorish face.
Grace struggled with all her might and roared in despair, "Go away, don't touch me."
The man laughed wildly and said, "Your mother sold you to me, so you are mine. I can touch you in whatever way I want."
Grace was stunned by the truth he told. Even in her nightmare, she wouldn't have thought that the woman she regarded as one of her families would treat her like this.
She even thought of forgiving this woman who had taken away her father. She would not let her have the upper hand...
As Grace thought about it, she was using one hand to push the man that was on top of her and the other to fumble on the ground. She grabbed a stone with a sharp edge and did not hesitate to smash it at the man on top of her.
The man screamed and fell from Grace's body. She took the opportunity to get up from the ground, turned around and ran away.
The moonlight in the forest was minimal, Grace could not tell the direction at all. She was just running forward with all her might.
"Damn it!" The man clutched the injured back of his head and stood up with difficulty. His scarred face was twisted and gloomy. "You want to run away? Not that easy. You’re mine today." He said, and then he caught up with her with his wild strides.
Grace trembled with fear, but she clenched her teeth and dared not stop running. She told herself that even if she were going to die, she would not let this man get her that easily.
"Stop, stop, hey!" The man roared behind her, it even frightened the birds in the trees, and they scattered in panic. It made the forest look even more ominous.
She stumbled as she ran away, but she was getting lost in the forest. She could not find a way out, and the man behind her followed her like a phantom.
After all, Grace is a girl. After running for a while, she had no strength left in her. When she stopped to catch her breath, the man caught up with her and threw her to the ground again.
The man rode on Grace's back and slapped her twice.
Grace had no strength to resist. She desperately raised the stone in her hand and aimed it at her own temples instead.
At this moment, suddenly, a wolf's howl came from not far away.
The man was shocked to find that there was a wolf here.
He immediately scanned his surroundings warily and forgot Grace, who was beneath him.
Grasping at the opportunity, Grace suddenly pushed the man away and ran into the depths of the forest.
She didn’t know how long she had been running, but in front of her, there appeared a pitch-black Gothic castle.
The gates of the castle were dark as ebony, like a vast abyss, glowing with indescribable horror. Grace was a little frightened, but the man behind her was still chasing after her. There was no way out for her to retreat, so she could only rush into the castle.
The man who was behind her was about to follow her into the castle when he suddenly saw a black shadow, rushing out of the old castle and circling above it, followed by an ominous crash of lightning and thunder.
It was pitch-dark inside the castle, and there was a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere present.
Grace stumbled in, shivering in pain and fear.
Her clothes were torn and messy, and her fair skin covered with wounds of all sizes. Every step she took was a burden to her.
Grace was panting and leaned against the door frame for support. Her tender face was pale, and her smooth forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat.
She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Her fair face was pale with fear, and her lips were trembling.
Just as she was about to get up and walk further into the castle, she suddenly heard a howl of a wolf.
Grace Astor was shocked. A pair of green eyes suddenly appeared in the pitch-black castle. They were like luminous pearls in the night, but they carried a dangerous and chilling vibe.
Awoo!
With another wolf's howl, Grace was scared out of her wits. She sat down on the ground and clutched at her clothes.
A wolf's howl.
How could there be a wolf?
She finally realized that she had willingly walked into a dangerous place and staggered to her feet. Before she could react, she heard heavy footsteps. In an instant, a figure flashed in front of her.
"Ah--!"
Grace screamed, and her body was lifted up in an instant. For a moment, she got spun around, and she was viciously thrown to the hard floor.
"Who are you?"
A low magnetic male voice, mixed with fierceness and madness, sounded in her ears.
Grace shivered with fear. Through the dim moonlight outside the window, she could clearly see the owner of the pair of green eyes.
Half of the man's face revealed in the moonlight, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. Although she couldn't see clearly, it was absolutely an enchanting face. He stood there in an imposing manner. As though if he gently moved a finger, he could destroy everything he wanted.
"I, I..."
"How can you smell so good?" The man leaned against her neck and sniffed her body.
It was a smell that he had never experienced before.
It was neither as thick as rose nor as light as gardenia but had a soul-stirring ability.
Who was this woman? How could she appear in the castle on a full-moon night? Was she not afraid of death?
With a cold light in his green eyes, he stared at Grace motionlessly.
Grace moved backward in horror, but the man came closer to her, step by step.
"Woman, who are you? What are you doing here?"
His cold breath rushed to her face, making her feel like he was going to swallow her alive.
"Ah, ah, don't, don't come over here! I, I'm only passing by." Grace said.
"Oh, what a coincidence." The man sneered. The next second, he pressed his whole body over her, trapping her under him, and his cold aura shrouded her entirely.
"Ah, what do you want to do? I just passed by. I'll get going!" Grace struggled in horror.
How could her life turn out so miserable? She had just escaped from the dragon's pool, but she had already entered the tiger's den.
"I believe you're just passing by, but this is not the best time." The tip of his fingers touched her tender skin and smiled evilly.
"No, no." Grace struggled desperately, her tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
"You smell good. I love it."
The man looked her from head to toe without scruple, and her delicious scent made him go crazy. His fiery gaze looked like he was going to eat her alive.
It was too perfect!
She was too attractive.
With those cold green eyes looking at her, Grace trembled in his arms, and her hair was standing on end. She stared at him in horror. "Please, please don't, I'm begging you."
The man clasped her hands and pressed them on top of her head. His movements were rough, and his green eyes were half-closed, emitting a dangerous aura. "If you dare break-in on the night of the full-moon, you should have been mentally prepared."
As soon as he finished speaking, the moonlight shone on his handsome face, and he howled like a wolf. Grace clearly saw that his teeth had turned into fangs, but in a flash, he returned to his human form.
"Woman, you've walked into the wolf's den. Tonight, you destine to be my antidote." His overbearing words fell upon her.
He strongly conquered this woman.
"Ah!" An ear-piercing scream broke through the silent night. A sharp pain, like a tear, sliced through her, and her face turned pale.
The man did not give her a chance to catch her breath. For the whole night, he repeatedly took away every inch of her innocence and claimed her as his own, wildly.
......
A month later.
In the hall of the Astor family's mansion.
Grace Astor knelt on the ground, and Grace's father Ernest Astor sat on the main seat, trembling with anger.
"You unfilial daughter, I have raised you for so many years. How can you be so ungrateful, as you slept with a wild man outside and even became pregnant with his bastard? Do you want me to die of anger?"
"Father, I am not carrying a bastard as you say. I’m not pregnant." Grace gritted her teeth and straightened her back, showing no sign of admitting to this crime.
"You still want to lie?" Ernest threw a stack of documents in her face. The papers fell from the folder and scattered all over the floor. "Tell me, what's written in this pregnancy test report? If this Grace Astor is not you, then who is it?"
Grace looked at the report on the ground in shock. When the word 'pregnancy' reached her eyes, her face turned pale in an instant.
"Oh, Grace, is this yours?" Ernest's wife, Ana Reyes, came down from upstairs with a pregnancy test kit in her hand. She walked to Grace with tearful eyes and said, "I saw this in the trash can in your room."
As soon as she finished her words, Grace did not have time to refute, and then, a hard slap fell on her fair face. "Useless girl, you will marry to the Kline family in a month. This child of yours, you don't even know whose it is. How will I explain it to the Kline family?"
"Father, this can't be true. I want to go to the hospital. I want to have another test." Grace denied it immediately.
When Ana saw this, she added fuel to the flames, and said viciously, "Grace, this report was found in your room, and this pregnancy test kit too. With these two things added together, I'm afraid that it's going to be the same after another examination."
"Mom, can you stop talking?" Alice Astor, Grace's younger sister, frowned and helped Grace up. "Dad, maybe it's really a misunderstanding. How can sister be pregnant all of a sudden? Let's investigate first."
"Alice!" Ana glared at her daughter. "Come here. You don't have to speak for her."
"Mom."
"Come here." She pulled Alice over. Grace lost her support and fell to the ground awkwardly.
"Ernest, you've seen the situation now. If the Kline family knows about this, we will be in a lot of trouble. What should we do?" Ana stamped her feet anxiously. Then, an idea came to her. "Hey, by the way, Young Master Kline has been abroad for so many years. He doesn't know who is the older daughter of the Astor family anyway. Why don't we have Alice take Grace's place instead? This unfilial useless daughter!"
"Mom!" Alice looked at her mother in surprise.
"Shut up!" Ana gave her a look. "Ernest, I think this is the only way to deal with this matter. Otherwise, when Young Master Kline comes back and finds out about this, the Astor family will be in big trouble."
Ernest's face turned gloomy. He stared at Grace, who was huddled on the ground and thought for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "That's the only way."
It felt like a lightning strike on Grace. She looked at the couple in shock and said, "Auntie Ana, this was your plan all the while, wasn't it?"
First, it was Ana who found the report of pregnancy examination from her room. Then, she found the pregnancy test kit. With all this panning out, it deepened the whole conspiracy.
"What are you talking about?" Ana was anxious and slapped her in the face. "You heartless thing. I've been treating you so kindly for a long time. You are not only ungrateful, you even created such a big mess, and even blame me for it. What is your heart made out of?"
Grace covered her swollen face with her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. She said emotionally, "It must be you. You framed me. I'm not pregnant at all."
She didn't show any signs of getting pregnant. Where did the pregnancy report come from? It must be her stepmother who wanted to frame her.
"Grace." Ernest was furious. He held on to Ana, who was trembling with anger, and said fiercely to Grace, "If you don't respect Auntie Ana, don't blame me for disowning you as my daughter."
Hearing this, Grace staggered a few steps. Ah, this was her father, who had abandoned her mother in the past, and now he wanted to quit her too!
"Dad, calm down. Sister must be just confused." Alice Astor stood in front of Grace Astor, and then she turned back to say to Grace, "Sister, just admit and say sorry to Dad. We are all one family. There is no need to do this."
"Admit to him?" Grace sneered and retorted, "This is not my fault at all. I'm not pregnant. I sentenced to be guilty just because of a pregnancy report out of nowhere. I'd rather not belong to this family!"
"You rascal!" Ernest was furious. He picked up his belt and whipped it at Grace mercilessly.
"Ah!" There came piercing pain all over her body.
Seeing this, Alice stood in front of Grace again, and knelt on the ground, begging, "Dad, stop hitting, don't hit my sister."
Ana rushed forward and pulled her up. "Are you out of your mind? It's none of your business. Move away."
Ernest ignored them and whipped Grace's body again and again. In a short while, her fair skin was covered with whip marks and blood.
Grace stood up defiantly and subconsciously moved to duck behind the antique porcelain vase next to her.
The whip lashed out, and the sound of the crash rang out.
The vase fell and broke into pieces. Ernest looked at the broken pieces of the vase on the ground in fright. He could not believe it. "You rascal, I have kept this porcelain vase for twenty years.."
As soon as he finished speaking, he whipped again.
"Ah!" Grace dodged his whip and shouted angrily, "You are no longer my father. I don't have a father like you. The last time, you listened to this woman's enchantment and caused my mother's death. Now you are listening to her and you want to kill me! I hate you, I hate you."
"You hate me? If it wasn't for me, you would not be what you are today. You unfilial daughter, you are disloyal and useless!" Ernest's face was ferocious as he waved his belt again and again.
Grace was hiding everywhere, but she was still covered with wounds. In the end, Alice couldn't bear to see it anymore. She broke away from Ana and grabbed Ernest. "Dad, please, if sister really has a child, you will kill her child like this."
"Isn't it better to kill this bastard so that she won't make a fool of herself?" Ernest gnashed his teeth and spat these words in anger.
"I'm not pregnant, why don't you believe me?" Grace was hysterical. "You are a devil, a devil."
"You." Ernest wanted to hit her again, but he was stopped by Alice. "How could I have a child like you? Very well. Since you said you don't have a father like me, you will leave the Astor family from today on. I don't have you as my daughter."
Hearing this, Grace staggered and almost fell to the ground again with a pale face.
"Get out, get out!" Ernest whipped his belt on her, like finally breaking their father-daughter relationship which had been long put to the test.
Grace gritted her teeth and took his beating. She stared at her father with hatred. "Alright, this is what you've said. Don't beg me to come back anymore. This beating means that I will break off any relationship I have with you. From now on, you are no longer my father."
"Sister!" Alice cried, who was about to step forward to stop her, but was stopped by Ana. "Alice, this woman is cold-blooded. What's the point of keeping her around?" Ana said spitefully.
"But!" Alice exclaimed.
"Let her go." Ernest was determined to drive Grace away. Looking at her go, his eyes were fierce. "I don't have such a daughter, and I won't let her ruin the Astor family's reputation."
Outside, it was raining heavily. Grace walked out of the Astor family's house in a pathetic state.
Her body was full of wounds caused by a belt, and her wounds were being lashed at by the pouring rain, which made her feel a searing pain.
There were only a few passers-by on the street, but no one could care about her situation due to the heavy rain.
Grace gritted her teeth and struggled to move her feet. She used up all her strength, but in the end, she couldn't go any further. She looked at the distance in a daze. The rain brought dense humidity, but there was no warmth in her heart at all.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and lightning flashed through the sky.
Not far away, a black Bentley was parked at the side of the road. Through the clear window, a pair of eyes as sharp as a blade was staring at the girl in the distance through the heavy rain.
"Young Master, the person we're looking for is her." Joe Ebony, the butler, was looking at some information in his hands and reporting to his master.
"You are sure?" The master's reply was as cold as metal, devoid of any warmth.
"Yes, we have been investigating it carefully for the past month. We can't be wrong. The woman who broke into the castle was her."
The man's chiseled jawlines were taut. He pursed his beautiful lips and said, "Bring her in."
"Yes, sir." Joe obeyed.
Grace was suddenly grabbed by a group of people, and taken to the car. But she didn't have the strength to resist. In a daze, she used the little strength she had to open her eyes and saw the man in front of her.
He had an extremely seductive face. His profile under, his slightly ruffled short hair, gave him an air of having come from a mixed descent. His deep eyes were full of charming light, and the shape of his sexy lips, was elegant and handsome.
He was definitely the most beautiful person Grace had ever seen in her life. However, at this moment, she really did not have the mood to appreciate beauty.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, we've even slept together. Who do you think I am?" The man's magnetic voice filled her ears.
Grace moved her lips but could not utter a syllable. In the end, her vision went dark and she completely blacked out.
At the border of the city, there were very few people or buildings around. A Gothic castle stood in the lush forest.
It was splendid, mysterious, and alluring.
It hurt...
It was as if there were thousands upon thousands of poisonous bugs were biting at her.
In an opulent room, a huge wooden barrel placed in the middle of it. A girl was soaking in the water. Her smooth forehead was covered with fine droplets of sweat, her eyebrows were knitted tightly, and her expression looked like she was in pain.
"Oh." Grace muttered and slowly opened her eyes.
The place she saw was a strange room. The crystal light above her head was dazzling, and Grace unconsciously raised her hand in front of her eyes to block it.
Where was this place?
She looked down at her own body, and in an instant, she screamed, "Ah!"
She stood up from the water in horror and raised her head, only to meet a pair of deep eyes.
On the sofa in front of her, a man was sitting gracefully with his legs crossed, staring at her uncovered body with a playful look.
"Ah!" Grace covered her breasts with her arms and screamed again, it was earth-shattering!
"Shut up." The man rubbed his ears and glanced at her impatiently.
When Grace finally realized what had happened, she instantly crouched down and returned to the water.
Who was this man?
Where was she?
"Who, who are you?" Grace nervously stammered, her hands tightly protecting her body.
"Grace Astor, 21 years old, Imogen University Year 3 student. Parents divorced since childhood. Your mother died in an accident. Father married to another woman and the stepmother and gave birth to a sister, Alice Astor. And you have just been swept out of their door." The man's thin lips moved carefully, as he explained Grace's life clearly. "Am I right, Miss Astor."
Grace was stunned, and it took a long time for her to come to her senses. "Who on earth are you? How do you know my identity?"
"Oh, in this world, there is nothing that I, Harry Charles, don't know about it." His arrogant tone had a hint of nobleness and yet, was also peppered with disdain.
Harry Charles...?!
The Duke of England, who often appeared on the covers of financial magazines, and had been involved in politics since childhood. He led the army at the age of 18, started a business at the age of 20, and was the founder of the large corporation - T Group.
In addition, he was once praised as the most wanted man by all women in the world. He was only twenty-five years old, also was a rare gem of a bachelor.
How could such an excellent man stand right in front of her?
Grace pinched her thigh hard. "Ah!" She could clearly feel the pain, which proved that it was not a dream.
He really was Harry Charles!
Grace was so shocked that she could not speak, as she stared at him with her pale face.
Harry Charles scornfully looked at her every move, raised the corner of his mouth with ridicule, got up, and stepped forward gracefully.
Seeing him approaching her, Grace Astor subconsciously retreated back. "You, what do you want to do, don't come over! I, I'm going to scream."
Harry held the barrel with his hands and bent over to drive her to a dead end. His handsome side profile was only a centimeter away from hers. "Why are you so shy? I've seen your body before anyway."
"Wha, wha, what are you talking about?" Grace's heart beat faster, and she retorted with a flushed face, "I don't know you."
"Oh, you don't know me!" Harry lowered his head playfully and reached out to touch her fair neck.
Slap!
A crisp slap sounded, and his face was slapped to one side. In an instant, the atmosphere became very quiet yet tense. In the room, there were only the breathing sounds of the two people.
Grace looked at her trembling hand in disbelief, and then glanced at Harry, who had a cold look in his eyes. She swallowed and said, "Do you not understand? I asked you to stay away!"
"Woman, you are seeking death."
As these sinister words dropped, a big hand instantly grabbed her neck, pulled her whole body up from the water, and threw her onto the bed. He pressed on her hard.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Grace struggled.
"What am I doing? I'm going to do you! You are the first woman who has the guts to hit me." A horrible and powerful aura came about, and his sharp eyes stared at her as if he was staring at his prey.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Grace knew she was at a disadvantage, so she could only plead pitifully.
"Do you think an apology can help now?" His fingers, which were covered with thin calluses, slowly went down her body, across her flat lower abdomen, and then...
"Ouch!" Grace frowned and shouted.
Harry frowned unhappily. "I haven't even touched you yet."
"I'm injured." Grace narrowed her eyes and retorted.
"Oh, take a good look. Where is your injury?" His teasing voice was mixed with contempt.
Grace opened her eyes slightly and found that all the scars on her body were gone. Um, where did had all her injuries gone?
"You've been soaked in the medicine for two days and two nights. Your wounds have already healed." Harry bent over and kissed her sexy red lips.
"Mm, mm!" Grace struggled and kicked him. "I'm pregnant!"
Pregnant!
Hearing these words, Harry stopped what he was doing and fixed his wolf-like gaze on the woman under him.
"I'm really pregnant." Grace was afraid that he didn't hear her, so she emphasized it again.
Although it was a lie, in order to keep her chastity, she had to lie to him.
"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Harry's eyes became sharp.
Grace couldn't help trembling. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't lie to you. My family has a propagation report. I'm really pregnant."
This was the only chance she could use to get away from him, and she couldn't give up.
Harry glared at her furiously and threw her on the bed with his big hand. He got up and kicked the bedside table, and some of the things on it fell to the ground.
Grace was shocked by his temper. She hid in the corner of the bed and looked at him in fear.
Harry turned around and questioned, "Whose child is it? Is it mine?!"
"No! It's not yours!" She did not know who it belonged to. Wait, she wasn't even pregnant!
"It's not mine." Harry approached her again and held her arms. He asked her forcefully, "You were still a virgin a month ago. If it's not mine, whose is it?"
Harry felt angry when he thought that she might have been touched by other men. He was filled with jealousy.
Grace was so scared that her face turned pale. Her body was still completely without any cover on it! A man and a woman together like this, in an awkward position.
"Well, can we talk about it properly? Let me put on some clothes first?" Grace pushed.
Harry held her down and said, "But I think we can have better communication without your cloth. So, it seems that this pregnancy thing, you're lying to me."
"I, I..." She became nervous and stammered.
Harry lifted her jaw and laughed coldly, ''Playing some old tricks with me as fun before our main course? At first, you pretended you had forgotten what happened a month ago, then lied to be pregnant. Well, girl, I'll let you know, the consequences of deceiving me!"
The next moment, he moved to...

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Text :On a full-moon night, there were no stars. A scream broke through the sky. "Ahh--!"
In the depths of the forest, Grace Astor’s clothes were in tatters. An ugly and vicious man pressed her under his body. His big filthy hands tore and grabbed her beautifully shaped body as he ripped away Grace’s clothes. A creepy smile hung on his boorish face.
Grace struggled with all her might and roared in despair, "Go away, don't touch me."
The man laughed wildly and said, "Your mother sold you to me, so you are mine. I can touch you in whatever way I want."
Grace was stunned by the truth he told. Even in her nightmare, she wouldn't have thought that the woman she regarded as one of her families would treat her like this.
She even thought of forgiving this woman who had taken away her father. She would not let her have the upper hand...
As Grace thought about it, she was using one hand to push the man that was on top of her and the other to fumble on the ground. She grabbed a stone with a sharp edge and did not hesitate to smash it at the man on top of her.
The man screamed and fell from Grace's body. She took the opportunity to get up from the ground, turned around and ran away.
The moonlight in the forest was minimal, Grace could not tell the direction at all. She was just running forward with all her might.
"Damn it!" The man clutched the injured back of his head and stood up with difficulty. His scarred face was twisted and gloomy. "You want to run away? Not that easy. You’re mine today." He said, and then he caught up with her with his wild strides.
Grace trembled with fear, but she clenched her teeth and dared not stop running. She told herself that even if she were going to die, she would not let this man get her that easily.
"Stop, stop, hey!" The man roared behind her, it even frightened the birds in the trees, and they scattered in panic. It made the forest look even more ominous.
She stumbled as she ran away, but she was getting lost in the forest. She could not find a way out, and the man behind her followed her like a phantom.
After all, Grace is a girl. After running for a while, she had no strength left in her. When she stopped to catch her breath, the man caught up with her and threw her to the ground again.
The man rode on Grace's back and slapped her twice.
Grace had no strength to resist. She desperately raised the stone in her hand and aimed it at her own temples instead.
At this moment, suddenly, a wolf's howl came from not far away.
The man was shocked to find that there was a wolf here.
He immediately scanned his surroundings warily and forgot Grace, who was beneath him.
Grasping at the opportunity, Grace suddenly pushed the man away and ran into the depths of the forest.
She didn’t know how long she had been running, but in front of her, there appeared a pitch-black Gothic castle.
The gates of the castle were dark as ebony, like a vast abyss, glowing with indescribable horror. Grace was a little frightened, but the man behind her was still chasing after her. There was no way out for her to retreat, so she could only rush into the castle.
The man who was behind her was about to follow her into the castle when he suddenly saw a black shadow, rushing out of the old castle and circling above it, followed by an ominous crash of lightning and thunder.
It was pitch-dark inside the castle, and there was a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere present.
Grace stumbled in, shivering in pain and fear.
Her clothes were torn and messy, and her fair skin covered with wounds of all sizes. Every step she took was a burden to her.
Grace was panting and leaned against the door frame for support. Her tender face was pale, and her smooth forehead covered with a thin layer of sweat.
She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Her fair face was pale with fear, and her lips were trembling.
Just as she was about to get up and walk further into the castle, she suddenly heard a howl of a wolf.
Grace Astor was shocked. A pair of green eyes suddenly appeared in the pitch-black castle. They were like luminous pearls in the night, but they carried a dangerous and chilling vibe.
Awoo!
With another wolf's howl, Grace was scared out of her wits. She sat down on the ground and clutched at her clothes.
A wolf's howl.
How could there be a wolf?
She finally realized that she had willingly walked into a dangerous place and staggered to her feet. Before she could react, she heard heavy footsteps. In an instant, a figure flashed in front of her.
"Ah--!"
Grace screamed, and her body was lifted up in an instant. For a moment, she got spun around, and she was viciously thrown to the hard floor.
"Who are you?"
A low magnetic male voice, mixed with fierceness and madness, sounded in her ears.
Grace shivered with fear. Through the dim moonlight outside the window, she could clearly see the owner of the pair of green eyes.
Half of the man's face revealed in the moonlight, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. Although she couldn't see clearly, it was absolutely an enchanting face. He stood there in an imposing manner. As though if he gently moved a finger, he could destroy everything he wanted.
"I, I..."
"How can you smell so good?" The man leaned against her neck and sniffed her body.
It was a smell that he had never experienced before.
It was neither as thick as rose nor as light as gardenia but had a soul-stirring ability.
Who was this woman? How could she appear in the castle on a full-moon night? Was she not afraid of death?
With a cold light in his green eyes, he stared at Grace motionlessly.
Grace moved backward in horror, but the man came closer to her, step by step.
"Woman, who are you? What are you doing here?"
His cold breath rushed to her face, making her feel like he was going to swallow her alive.
"Ah, ah, don't, don't come over here! I, I'm only passing by." Grace said.
"Oh, what a coincidence." The man sneered. The next second, he pressed his whole body over her, trapping her under him, and his cold aura shrouded her entirely.
"Ah, what do you want to do? I just passed by. I'll get going!" Grace struggled in horror.
How could her life turn out so miserable? She had just escaped from the dragon's pool, but she had already entered the tiger's den.
"I believe you're just passing by, but this is not the best time." The tip of his fingers touched her tender skin and smiled evilly.
"No, no." Grace struggled desperately, her tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
"You smell good. I love it."
The man looked her from head to toe without scruple, and her delicious scent made him go crazy. His fiery gaze looked like he was going to eat her alive.
It was too perfect!
She was too attractive.
With those cold green eyes looking at her, Grace trembled in his arms, and her hair was standing on end. She stared at him in horror. "Please, please don't, I'm begging you."
The man clasped her hands and pressed them on top of her head. His movements were rough, and his green eyes were half-closed, emitting a dangerous aura. "If you dare break-in on the night of the full-moon, you should have been mentally prepared."
As soon as he finished speaking, the moonlight shone on his handsome face, and he howled like a wolf. Grace clearly saw that his teeth had turned into fangs, but in a flash, he returned to his human form.
"Woman, you've walked into the wolf's den. Tonight, you destine to be my antidote." His overbearing words fell upon her.
He strongly conquered this woman.
"Ah!" An ear-piercing scream broke through the silent night. A sharp pain, like a tear, sliced through her, and her face turned pale.
The man did not give her a chance to catch her breath. For the whole night, he repeatedly took away every inch of her innocence and claimed her as his own, wildly.
......
A month later.
In the hall of the Astor family's mansion.
Grace Astor knelt on the ground, and Grace's father Ernest Astor sat on the main seat, trembling with anger.
"You unfilial daughter, I have raised you for so many years. How can you be so ungrateful, as you slept with a wild man outside and even became pregnant with his bastard? Do you want me to die of anger?"
"Father, I am not carrying a bastard as you say. I’m not pregnant." Grace gritted her teeth and straightened her back, showing no sign of admitting to this crime.
"You still want to lie?" Ernest threw a stack of documents in her face. The papers fell from the folder and scattered all over the floor. "Tell me, what's written in this pregnancy test report? If this Grace Astor is not you, then who is it?"
Grace looked at the report on the ground in shock. When the word 'pregnancy' reached her eyes, her face turned pale in an instant.
"Oh, Grace, is this yours?" Ernest's wife, Ana Reyes, came down from upstairs with a pregnancy test kit in her hand. She walked to Grace with tearful eyes and said, "I saw this in the trash can in your room."
As soon as she finished her words, Grace did not have time to refute, and then, a hard slap fell on her fair face. "Useless girl, you will marry to the Kline family in a month. This child of yours, you don't even know whose it is. How will I explain it to the Kline family?"
"Father, this can't be true. I want to go to the hospital. I want to have another test." Grace denied it immediately.
When Ana saw this, she added fuel to the flames, and said viciously, "Grace, this report was found in your room, and this pregnancy test kit too. With these two things added together, I'm afraid that it's going to be the same after another examination."
"Mom, can you stop talking?" Alice Astor, Grace's younger sister, frowned and helped Grace up. "Dad, maybe it's really a misunderstanding. How can sister be pregnant all of a sudden? Let's investigate first."
"Alice!" Ana glared at her daughter. "Come here. You don't have to speak for her."
"Mom."
"Come here." She pulled Alice over. Grace lost her support and fell to the ground awkwardly.
"Ernest, you've seen the situation now. If the Kline family knows about this, we will be in a lot of trouble. What should we do?" Ana stamped her feet anxiously. Then, an idea came to her. "Hey, by the way, Young Master Kline has been abroad for so many years. He doesn't know who is the older daughter of the Astor family anyway. Why don't we have Alice take Grace's place instead? This unfilial useless daughter!"
"Mom!" Alice looked at her mother in surprise.
"Shut up!" Ana gave her a look. "Ernest, I think this is the only way to deal with this matter. Otherwise, when Young Master Kline comes back and finds out about this, the Astor family will be in big trouble."
Ernest's face turned gloomy. He stared at Grace, who was huddled on the ground and thought for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "That's the only way."
It felt like a lightning strike on Grace. She looked at the couple in shock and said, "Auntie Ana, this was your plan all the while, wasn't it?"
First, it was Ana who found the report of pregnancy examination from her room. Then, she found the pregnancy test kit. With all this panning out, it deepened the whole conspiracy.
"What are you talking about?" Ana was anxious and slapped her in the face. "You heartless thing. I've been treating you so kindly for a long time. You are not only ungrateful, you even created such a big mess, and even blame me for it. What is your heart made out of?"
Grace covered her swollen face with her hands, tears rolling down her cheeks. She said emotionally, "It must be you. You framed me. I'm not pregnant at all."
She didn't show any signs of getting pregnant. Where did the pregnancy report come from? It must be her stepmother who wanted to frame her.
"Grace." Ernest was furious. He held on to Ana, who was trembling with anger, and said fiercely to Grace, "If you don't respect Auntie Ana, don't blame me for disowning you as my daughter."
Hearing this, Grace staggered a few steps. Ah, this was her father, who had abandoned her mother in the past, and now he wanted to quit her too!
"Dad, calm down. Sister must be just confused." Alice Astor stood in front of Grace Astor, and then she turned back to say to Grace, "Sister, just admit and say sorry to Dad. We are all one family. There is no need to do this."
"Admit to him?" Grace sneered and retorted, "This is not my fault at all. I'm not pregnant. I sentenced to be guilty just because of a pregnancy report out of nowhere. I'd rather not belong to this family!"
"You rascal!" Ernest was furious. He picked up his belt and whipped it at Grace mercilessly.
"Ah!" There came piercing pain all over her body.
Seeing this, Alice stood in front of Grace again, and knelt on the ground, begging, "Dad, stop hitting, don't hit my sister."
Ana rushed forward and pulled her up. "Are you out of your mind? It's none of your business. Move away."
Ernest ignored them and whipped Grace's body again and again. In a short while, her fair skin was covered with whip marks and blood.
Grace stood up defiantly and subconsciously moved to duck behind the antique porcelain vase next to her.
The whip lashed out, and the sound of the crash rang out.
The vase fell and broke into pieces. Ernest looked at the broken pieces of the vase on the ground in fright. He could not believe it. "You rascal, I have kept this porcelain vase for twenty years.."
As soon as he finished speaking, he whipped again.
"Ah!" Grace dodged his whip and shouted angrily, "You are no longer my father. I don't have a father like you. The last time, you listened to this woman's enchantment and caused my mother's death. Now you are listening to her and you want to kill me! I hate you, I hate you."
"You hate me? If it wasn't for me, you would not be what you are today. You unfilial daughter, you are disloyal and useless!" Ernest's face was ferocious as he waved his belt again and again.
Grace was hiding everywhere, but she was still covered with wounds. In the end, Alice couldn't bear to see it anymore. She broke away from Ana and grabbed Ernest. "Dad, please, if sister really has a child, you will kill her child like this."
"Isn't it better to kill this bastard so that she won't make a fool of herself?" Ernest gnashed his teeth and spat these words in anger.
"I'm not pregnant, why don't you believe me?" Grace was hysterical. "You are a devil, a devil."
"You." Ernest wanted to hit her again, but he was stopped by Alice. "How could I have a child like you? Very well. Since you said you don't have a father like me, you will leave the Astor family from today on. I don't have you as my daughter."
Hearing this, Grace staggered and almost fell to the ground again with a pale face.
"Get out, get out!" Ernest whipped his belt on her, like finally breaking their father-daughter relationship which had been long put to the test.
Grace gritted her teeth and took his beating. She stared at her father with hatred. "Alright, this is what you've said. Don't beg me to come back anymore. This beating means that I will break off any relationship I have with you. From now on, you are no longer my father."
"Sister!" Alice cried, who was about to step forward to stop her, but was stopped by Ana. "Alice, this woman is cold-blooded. What's the point of keeping her around?" Ana said spitefully.
"But!" Alice exclaimed.
"Let her go." Ernest was determined to drive Grace away. Looking at her go, his eyes were fierce. "I don't have such a daughter, and I won't let her ruin the Astor family's reputation."
Outside, it was raining heavily. Grace walked out of the Astor family's house in a pathetic state.
Her body was full of wounds caused by a belt, and her wounds were being lashed at by the pouring rain, which made her feel a searing pain.
There were only a few passers-by on the street, but no one could care about her situation due to the heavy rain.
Grace gritted her teeth and struggled to move her feet. She used up all her strength, but in the end, she couldn't go any further. She looked at the distance in a daze. The rain brought dense humidity, but there was no warmth in her heart at all.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and lightning flashed through the sky.
Not far away, a black Bentley was parked at the side of the road. Through the clear window, a pair of eyes as sharp as a blade was staring at the girl in the distance through the heavy rain.
"Young Master, the person we're looking for is her." Joe Ebony, the butler, was looking at some information in his hands and reporting to his master.
"You are sure?" The master's reply was as cold as metal, devoid of any warmth.
"Yes, we have been investigating it carefully for the past month. We can't be wrong. The woman who broke into the castle was her."
The man's chiseled jawlines were taut. He pursed his beautiful lips and said, "Bring her in."
"Yes, sir." Joe obeyed.
Grace was suddenly grabbed by a group of people, and taken to the car. But she didn't have the strength to resist. In a daze, she used the little strength she had to open her eyes and saw the man in front of her.
He had an extremely seductive face. His profile under, his slightly ruffled short hair, gave him an air of having come from a mixed descent. His deep eyes were full of charming light, and the shape of his sexy lips, was elegant and handsome.
He was definitely the most beautiful person Grace had ever seen in her life. However, at this moment, she really did not have the mood to appreciate beauty.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, we've even slept together. Who do you think I am?" The man's magnetic voice filled her ears.
Grace moved her lips but could not utter a syllable. In the end, her vision went dark and she completely blacked out.
At the border of the city, there were very few people or buildings around. A Gothic castle stood in the lush forest.
It was splendid, mysterious, and alluring.
It hurt...
It was as if there were thousands upon thousands of poisonous bugs were biting at her.
In an opulent room, a huge wooden barrel placed in the middle of it. A girl was soaking in the water. Her smooth forehead was covered with fine droplets of sweat, her eyebrows were knitted tightly, and her expression looked like she was in pain.
"Oh." Grace muttered and slowly opened her eyes.
The place she saw was a strange room. The crystal light above her head was dazzling, and Grace unconsciously raised her hand in front of her eyes to block it.
Where was this place?
She looked down at her own body, and in an instant, she screamed, "Ah!"
She stood up from the water in horror and raised her head, only to meet a pair of deep eyes.
On the sofa in front of her, a man was sitting gracefully with his legs crossed, staring at her uncovered body with a playful look.
"Ah!" Grace covered her breasts with her arms and screamed again, it was earth-shattering!
"Shut up." The man rubbed his ears and glanced at her impatiently.
When Grace finally realized what had happened, she instantly crouched down and returned to the water.
Who was this man?
Where was she?
"Who, who are you?" Grace nervously stammered, her hands tightly protecting her body.
"Grace Astor, 21 years old, Imogen University Year 3 student. Parents divorced since childhood. Your mother died in an accident. Father married to another woman and the stepmother and gave birth to a sister, Alice Astor. And you have just been swept out of their door." The man's thin lips moved carefully, as he explained Grace's life clearly. "Am I right, Miss Astor."
Grace was stunned, and it took a long time for her to come to her senses. "Who on earth are you? How do you know my identity?"
"Oh, in this world, there is nothing that I, Harry Charles, don't know about it." His arrogant tone had a hint of nobleness and yet, was also peppered with disdain.
Harry Charles...?!
The Duke of England, who often appeared on the covers of financial magazines, and had been involved in politics since childhood. He led the army at the age of 18, started a business at the age of 20, and was the founder of the large corporation - T Group.
In addition, he was once praised as the most wanted man by all women in the world. He was only twenty-five years old, also was a rare gem of a bachelor.
How could such an excellent man stand right in front of her?
Grace pinched her thigh hard. "Ah!" She could clearly feel the pain, which proved that it was not a dream.
He really was Harry Charles!
Grace was so shocked that she could not speak, as she stared at him with her pale face.
Harry Charles scornfully looked at her every move, raised the corner of his mouth with ridicule, got up, and stepped forward gracefully.
Seeing him approaching her, Grace Astor subconsciously retreated back. "You, what do you want to do, don't come over! I, I'm going to scream."
Harry held the barrel with his hands and bent over to drive her to a dead end. His handsome side profile was only a centimeter away from hers. "Why are you so shy? I've seen your body before anyway."
"Wha, wha, what are you talking about?" Grace's heart beat faster, and she retorted with a flushed face, "I don't know you."
"Oh, you don't know me!" Harry lowered his head playfully and reached out to touch her fair neck.
Slap!
A crisp slap sounded, and his face was slapped to one side. In an instant, the atmosphere became very quiet yet tense. In the room, there were only the breathing sounds of the two people.
Grace looked at her trembling hand in disbelief, and then glanced at Harry, who had a cold look in his eyes. She swallowed and said, "Do you not understand? I asked you to stay away!"
"Woman, you are seeking death."
As these sinister words dropped, a big hand instantly grabbed her neck, pulled her whole body up from the water, and threw her onto the bed. He pressed on her hard.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Grace struggled.
"What am I doing? I'm going to do you! You are the first woman who has the guts to hit me." A horrible and powerful aura came about, and his sharp eyes stared at her as if he was staring at his prey.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Grace knew she was at a disadvantage, so she could only plead pitifully.
"Do you think an apology can help now?" His fingers, which were covered with thin calluses, slowly went down her body, across her flat lower abdomen, and then...
"Ouch!" Grace frowned and shouted.
Harry frowned unhappily. "I haven't even touched you yet."
"I'm injured." Grace narrowed her eyes and retorted.
"Oh, take a good look. Where is your injury?" His teasing voice was mixed with contempt.
Grace opened her eyes slightly and found that all the scars on her body were gone. Um, where did had all her injuries gone?
"You've been soaked in the medicine for two days and two nights. Your wounds have already healed." Harry bent over and kissed her sexy red lips.
"Mm, mm!" Grace struggled and kicked him. "I'm pregnant!"
Pregnant!
Hearing these words, Harry stopped what he was doing and fixed his wolf-like gaze on the woman under him.
"I'm really pregnant." Grace was afraid that he didn't hear her, so she emphasized it again.
Although it was a lie, in order to keep her chastity, she had to lie to him.
"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Harry's eyes became sharp.
Grace couldn't help trembling. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't lie to you. My family has a propagation report. I'm really pregnant."
This was the only chance she could use to get away from him, and she couldn't give up.
Harry glared at her furiously and threw her on the bed with his big hand. He got up and kicked the bedside table, and some of the things on it fell to the ground.
Grace was shocked by his temper. She hid in the corner of the bed and looked at him in fear.
Harry turned around and questioned, "Whose child is it? Is it mine?!"
"No! It's not yours!" She did not know who it belonged to. Wait, she wasn't even pregnant!
"It's not mine." Harry approached her again and held her arms. He asked her forcefully, "You were still a virgin a month ago. If it's not mine, whose is it?"
Harry felt angry when he thought that she might have been touched by other men. He was filled with jealousy.
Grace was so scared that her face turned pale. Her body was still completely without any cover on it! A man and a woman together like this, in an awkward position.
"Well, can we talk about it properly? Let me put on some clothes first?" Grace pushed.
Harry held her down and said, "But I think we can have better communication without your cloth. So, it seems that this pregnancy thing, you're lying to me."
"I, I..." She became nervous and stammered.
Harry lifted her jaw and laughed coldly, ''Playing some old tricks with me as fun before our main course? At first, you pretended you had forgotten what happened a month ago, then lied to be pregnant. Well, girl, I'll let you know, the consequences of deceiving me!"
The next moment, he moved to...

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In the darkened room, the woman's consciousness became blurry and she cried out in pain.
"Bear with me for a little longer, and it won't hurt anymore." The man's deep voice traveled into her ears. He sounded like he was suppressing his desire.
"Mm!" Cyan Gienger groaned as she felt slight discomfort.

The room was very dark. The man could not see the woman's face clearly, but he could sense her pleasant body scent as well as her beauty.

He did not know how long it took before he stopped. He let out a deep, lustful breath.

He looked at the woman, who had fainted beside him, and his sight went black. The darkness engulfed him.

When Cyan opened her eyes again, she felt as if her whole body had gone through a car crash. She was weak and in pain like she was falling apart.

She slowly sat up with her eyes half-closed. Where was she?

She remembered she came to the fifth floor to get some documents for her sister, Myra Gienger.
When she got to the door, she was suddenly dragged violently into the room.

She had a cold today. After taking the medicine, she felt a little sleepy. At that time, she was dizzy and her consciousness began to blur.

After a long time, Cyan came to her senses and realized someone was lying beside her. Her eyes widened abruptly. The room was filled with a strange smell.

She was extremely shocked and she suddenly looked down at her body. Even if she was stupid, she would already know what had happened.

Cyan was so scared that she did not know what to do. She felt as if her whole body was on fire, and her mind went blank.

After sitting for less than a minute, she quickly got off the bed and got dressed.
Right at this time, Cyan's whole body was trembling uncontrollably. She bit her lip hard with her teeth, and the intense pain calmed her down a little.

She found her bag and her cell phone in the dark. There were two things placed beside her cellphone. She did not think too much about it and put both of them into her bag. She then stumbled out of the door with her sore body.

Cyan was in a trance when she returned to the Gienger family’s mansion in River City.

The sky was still dim. She could see the hickeys on her body clearly, and she was scared and at a loss for what to do.

She wanted to go in quietly. She did not want anyone to know what happened last night.

When Cyan was about to open the door and enter the mansion, she suddenly heard a joyful voice ringing out from inside. Cyan's hand was on the doorknob but she did not open the door. Why did her mother and Myra get up so early?

"Mum, after raising that ungrateful Cyan for so many years, we finally put her to good use. Mr. King is a crazy man and he only wants 'clean' girls. Cyan just happens to fit his preference perfectly. I never expected her to be so valuable. "

"Hmph, didn’t I raise her until she graduated from university only for this day?"

Cyan was extremely shocked when she heard this conversation.

"In the future, we can just let Cyan accompany someone like Mr.King. It will definitely help our family’s business. "

Through the glass door, Cyan could clearly see that even though Myra Gienger looked dignified like a noble princess, she had an extremely vicious look in her eyes.

"Rara, just coax her when she returns later. She has been obedient since she’s a child. We have a long way ahead of us. We can’t raise her for twelve years for nothing. We have to reap as much benefit from her as possible, little by little."

Cyan never thought that her beautiful mother, whom she had always looked up to, would turn out to be a wicked hag.

"Mum, your car ran into her all those years ago and she lost her memory because of the car accident. You even brought her back and raised her. You’ve made such a correct decision." Myra's smile was full of malice. Her despicable face and her squinted eyes were sickening to look at.

Cyan was shocked to hear their conversation. She was so angry that her chest heaved. Her hand, which was holding the doorknob, was shaking. She thought that she was adopted by the Gienger family. As it seemed, that was not the case.

Did they bring her back because they hit her with their car and they were afraid of the consequences?

Cyan’s blood turned cold when she heard their conversation, which was full of malice. She trembled and hunched her shoulders.

She had been subservient and obedient for many years to the Gienger family. In order to gain her mother's affection, she lived her life the way her mother wanted. She had never truly been herself.

"When I ran into her, she had already fainted. I thought she was dead so I threw her into the trunk. I wanted to secretly take her out of the city to bury her, but I didn't expect her to survive the accident," Mrs. Gienger said.

"I found out she had lost her memory. In order not to be charged with reckless driving, your father and I had no choice but to lie and tell her that we adopted her. Don't spill the beans to her. She was well-dressed when we found her, so she must be from a wealthy family."

Cyan's mother, Bethany Gienger, raised her head arrogantly with a mocking smile on her face.

The wicked voice echoed in Cyan's ears, and the buzzing sound gave her a headache.

All Cyan could feel was the pain in her chest. She looked at the sky that was getting brighter and quickly ran out of the mansion.

Cyan dashed along the street. It was still early in the morning. There were very few pedestrians on the road.

It was a foggy morning. The coldness in the air chilled Cyan to the bone.

Tears blurred her vision, and she was wallowing in her sorrow.

Her beautiful mother, whom she had always respected, was the person who fed her to the lions.

Her younger sister, whom she loved dearly and was protective of, treated her like a tool.

Her father, whom she had also respected, was indifferent toward her.

Cyan felt as if her world had collapsed, and the despair in her heart made her lose the will to live.

Cyan was wallowing in her emotions. She was desperate and heartbroken so that she could not feel anything around her.

However, she did not know that she had run into the middle of the road.

A dark red sports car was speeding down the road.

When the car braked, the tires emitted a long screech. In that instant, it was as if the time had stopped still.

Cyan suddenly came back to her senses, and her tearful eyes went wide with panic.

With a loud bang, the impact flung Cyan into the air, and she landed a few meters away. She lay motionless on the ground. Her face was pale. The bright red blood slowly pooled out from her head.

Her vision gradually became blurry, and she saw a slender figure walking toward her.

However, she smiled in despair. That was fine. She had nothing else in this world to live for anyway.

Cyan slowly closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face...

......

Seven years later.

At River City Airport.

There was a six-year-old boy dressed in a white T-shirt and blue jeans. He wore a pair of sunglasses on his handsome face, and his pink lips were slightly pursed.

The little boy was carefully protected by a group of bodyguards. He walked out of the airport, followed by a beautiful woman with wavy hair, who was wearing a black dress. She carefully protected the little boy.

“Look, Henrick Bleu is here.”

"Wow! So cool!"

"The way he walks is so dashing!"

The fans, who went to meet Henrick at the airport, kept screaming.

The exit was crowded with people who were taking photos of him with their cell phones.
Henrick, the young child star who had recently become a huge hit, was only six years old but a household name.

He smiled at his fans around him and said thanks in an amicable manner. He then got into a black minivan.

After the noise outside was blocked out, Henrick quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number with his delicate fingers.

One, two. Henrick muttered in secret. Before he could say three, the call was connected.

Henrick smiled slightly as he said sweetly with his soft voice, “Mum, where are you?”

In a taxi on the highway to downtown.

"Baby, I’m already on the highway." The woman on the other end of the line was dressed in a simple white dress. Her facial features were delicate and lively, and her beautiful curly hair was dyed a charming shade of light brown. The hair color made her seem mature and charming.

"Okay. Mom, you must remember to come and watch my performance," the voice ringing out from the cell phone speaker was melodious and soft.

The woman smiled happily. "Alright, I’ll meet you in a bit. Send the location to me later."

"Alright, mum!"

The woman hung up with a smile, but that smile slowly faded.

She looked at the familiar scenery outside the window and her eyes gradually became cold. Her thoughts slowly drifted away.

It had been seven years. Cyan finally returned to this city that had disappointed her before.

That night, she was drugged by Myra. In the end, she had a one-night-stand with a man and even conceived triplets.

One year later, she gave birth to two sons and one daughter.

At that time, no matter how hard she tried to hold on to the good days in her life, she still felt helpless!

The past seven years had made her a steadier and stronger person.

After that night, she wanted to escape from the city. She was not badly injured in that car accident, and the person who hit her had become her best friend now. She became the person she was today because of her best friend.

She had been away for seven years and it was time for her to come back. She knew that some things could not be avoided.

She would never let those who had hurt her get away with it. She must also find her birth parents.

Her original surname was Gienger. After she went to Gate City, she changed her surname to Bleu. Her name was now Eden Bleu.

When she was deep in thought, she suddenly heard an ear-piercing car brake’s sound from the road ahead, followed by a loud crash.

When the taxi driver braked, Eden was thrown forward.

Eden slammed into the front seat. The impact made her head spin.

"Miss, there seems to be an accident ahead, probably due to brake failure," said the taxi driver in the front seat.

Eden was in a daze while she glanced at the scene of the car accident. It was about six o'clock in the morning. There were very few cars on the highway.

Eden did not hesitate. She quickly got out of the car and ran toward the scene of the car accident without turning back.

She did not care when her white dress was blown up by the wind. Instead, she quickly took out her phone and made an emergency call.

The car involved in the accident was a limited edition luxury car. Eden walked over and tapped on the window.

"Sir, are you alright?" Through the car window, Eden saw a man lying on the steering wheel. Blood was dripping from his forehead, and the airbag had already popped out.

"Sir, Sir..." Eden called him a few times, but the man inside the car still did not respond.

Eden reached out and pulled the car door and was surprised that it was unlocked.

Eden noticed the man lying on the steering wheel was still somewhat conscious. There was blood streaming from his head.

She helped him up and noticed that his forehead was still bleeding. The blood dripped down his cheeks and stained his white shirt.

Eden was shocked by the bright red blood.

She quickly rummaged through her backpack. Her hand tightened around a soft handkerchief. The picture printed on the handkerchief was her daughter’s award-winning painting. Eden made up her mind and pressed it against the wound on the man's forehead.

It was still early in the morning, and there were not many cars on the highway. Occasionally, some cars whizzed past them without stopping.

Eden was anxious and hoped that the ambulance would arrive soon.

She was just turning away. Suddenly, a hand gripped her arm tightly.

Eden suddenly looked at the man. The man looked like he was suffering, and his face was covered with blood. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he did not say anything in the end.

"Sir, hang in there. The ambulance will arrive soon."

They waited for about twenty minutes before the ambulance arrived.

When the paramedics put him onto the stretcher, he still did not let go of her hand. Eden thought that she could take the ambulance back into the city, so she got onto the ambulance with him.

In a hospital in the River City, the man lay on the hospital bed in a ward, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The injury on his forehead was already treated. He had a slight concussion and got a few stitches on his forehead.

It was only then that Eden studied the man. His fair skin looked pale. His facial features were well defined and angular, which made him look stern. His thick eyebrows, high nose bridge, and perfect lips shape made him look noble and regal. It was rare for a man to be so good-looking.

However, she seemed to have seen this handsome face before.

Eden wanted to leave because she had something to deal with, but the nurse asked her to keep an eye on the man's condition. She had no choice but to finish what she had started. She could leave when his family arrived.

Eden dozed off beside the hospital bed while she waited.

Victor Alwynn, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes slightly and looked around with his deep gaze. He was in the hospital.

Suddenly, a phone started ringing.

Victor heard the noisy ringtone of the phone and frowned in annoyance.

Eden took out her cell phone from her backpack after she heard the familiar ringtone.

"Hello! Ricky." Her voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Mum, I’m Gia." Her daughter's displeased voice rang out from the speaker.

Eden became a little more awake. "Gia, what's wrong?"

"I’ve arrived. Gia, you don’t have to worry.” After hearing her daughter's instructions, Eden gently murmured in response.

Eden exercised her sore arms after she ended the call. When she looked up, she suddenly noticed that the man on the bed had already woken up. She frowned slightly and finished her stretch nonchalantly before she slowly stood up.

She said in an indifferent voice, "Sir, I should go now that you're awake. You can call your family to come over and take care of you!"

"Were you the person who saved me?" Victor said in a low but powerful voice.

He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. She had wavy brown hair, delicate and beautiful facial features, and a pair of large eyes that were unusually clear. She had a sweet body scent that smelled like flowers, and her white dress was stained with blood.

Victor had seen all kinds of women, but he had never seen such a pure and beautiful one. Why did her eyes look so familiar to him?

"Sir, it was the doctor who saved you. I just made an emergency call and got a ride to the city. Goodbye!"

Eden glanced at the time. It was already past six o’clock, and she could not get to Ricky’s piano competition on time.

She turned around and left in a hurry.

Victor stared intently at the woman as she left without any hesitation.

His lips curled into a cold smile. No woman had ever ignored him like this before.

Besides, this woman's answer was quite interesting.

As Eden got off the escalator, a handsome man dressed in a suit was running up the escalator.

Eden looked down at her phone. It was already past six o'clock. She glanced at the location that her son had sent her and smiled slightly. Her son's performance was about to start, so she had to go there quickly.

"Victor, you're here. I’ve gone to half of the hospitals in River City to find you." Anson Skye, the assistant of Victor, panted and looked at Victor, who was lying on the hospital bed with an indifferent expression.

"Someone did something to the car brake. Investigate the matter when you return," Victor told Anson coldly and angrily. A murderous glint flashed past his deep-set eyes.

Anson nodded with a serious expression.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I left something here." Eden ran back breathlessly.

Victor smiled mockingly. This woman was playing hard to get with him.

After Eden left the hospital, she realized that she did not take the handkerchief with her.

She lowered her head and looked around anxiously. It was a gift from her daughter, which was very important to her.

"No!" Eden rubbed her forehead anxiously. She remembered that she had been holding it in her hand all along.

She quickly knelt down and looked under the bed, but she found nothing.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged woman, who was the hospital cleaner, walked in.

Eden Bleu quickly walked over. "Excuse me. Did you see a handkerchief that is stained with blood when you cleaned the ward?"

The cleaner shook her head. "Miss, the ward hasn't been cleaned yet."

Did she accidentally leave it in the ambulance? It was impossible. She was holding it in her hand all the time.

She quickly took out a notepad and a pen. She wrote her phone number on the paper and handed it to the cleaner.

"This is my phone number. If you see the blood-stained handkerchief when you clean the ward, please give me a call. I will definitely reward you for your help. That handkerchief is very important to me."

"Alright, I'll call you when I see it." The cleaner took the paper with Eden’s phone number written on it and began to clean the room.
Eden put away the pen and notepad.

The phone rang again. Eden took out her phone and answered the call while she walked out of the ward.

She did not spare a glance at Victor and Anson at all.

Anson watched Eden as she left, and his handsome face wore a slightly stunned expression!

"Victor, who is she? She came and left hastily. But I can tell that she’s quite beautiful!” Anson narrowed his eyes.

Victor did not say anything. The woman said that she had left something behind. What a terrible tactic. Those women who wanted to get close to him would stop at nothing.

Victor's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was emanating a cold aura. His cold and regal expression made him look unapproachable.

After the cleaner left, Victor lifted the blanket. He planned to go home and rest. He disliked hospitals.

Suddenly, he spotted a blood-stained handkerchief under the blanket. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

That woman was napping here a while ago. She must have accidentally left the handkerchief under the blanket.

"Anson, get that woman’s number from the cleaner. Find a bag to put this handkerchief and bring it back to wash it.” A meaningful glint flashed past Victor’s eyes. He looked forward to seeing if she had anything else up her sleeve.

He seemed to forget that she had saved his life!

"Alright!" Anson was amused as he looked at Victor’s expression. Then he quickly went to get the phone number.

After Eden got out of the hospital, it was already a rush hour. The traffic was extremely congested.

She stood outside the hospital for a long while, but she did not manage to hail a taxi. She had already called her friend Jasper to pick her up as soon as possible. Otherwise, she would not make it in time for Ricky’s performance.

When Victor came out of the hospital, he just happened to see Eden.

Victor had already changed his clothes, and he looked noble and elegant. He lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained handkerchief in the sealed bag that he was holding. He then looked up at the beautiful figure. It seemed that she was waiting for someone.

"Eden, I’m here!" In the distance, a handsome motorcyclist shouted at Eden cheerfully.

Eden smiled and ran toward the motorcycle.

She quickly got onto the motorcycle. The vehicle whizzed past Victor and drove off.

"Eden." Victor looked at Eden's back in a daze. A trace of pain flashed in his deep-set eyes.
Eden, her name was Eden?

Under the setting sun, the man appeared sorrowful.

Eden, Eden. He did not dare to utter this name for many years.

Painful memories came flooding back... and the familiar eyes. Eden, was that you?

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