Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic Competitive Intelligence｜Ad Analysis by SocialPeta

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1. Basic Information of Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic

App Name : Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic

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OS : Android

Network : Facebook,Instagram,Messenger

Developer : DIANZHONG TECHNOLOGY SINGAPORE PTE. LTD.

Publisher : Facebook,Instagram,Guia do Católico Free

Total creative ads during the time period : 10,000

Duration : 204

Popularity : 732,481

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2. Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic’s Competitive Intelligence

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Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic in the recent period. As of 2021-03-15, among the Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic‘s ad creative, the Html category's proportion is 0.0%, Video category's proportion is 45.34%, Playable Ads category's proportion is 0.0%, Image category's proportion is 54.66%, Carousel category's proportion is 0.0%.

Ad Network Analysis

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Facebook's proportion is 36.6%,

Audience Network's proportion is 21.23%,

Messenger's proportion is 21.1%,

Instagram's proportion is 21.07%,

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In the date of 2021-03-15, Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic‘s network with the most ads is Facebook and its proportion is 27.72%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic

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Top 1 Ad Creative of Webfic - Make Reading Fantastic

Ad Details ：

Headline ：🔞I can't imagine him doing this to me👉🏾

Text ：Synopsis:
A plane crash had orphaned her... he too, shared the exact same fate. However, his misfortune was all her father’s doing.
She was at the young age when he brought her to the Tremont Estate. She thought this kind gesture came from the good will of his heart. Little did she know, it was for retribution.
For ten years, she had always thought that he disliked her. He was gentle and benevolent to the world, but never towards her…
He forbade her from calling him ‘brother’. She could only call him by his name - Mark Tremont, Mark Tremont, over and over again till it was ingrained deeply in her head...

Chapter 1 Grown Up
“Wow, he’s back. He immediately made huge donations to the prominent art schools in the capital too. It’s great being wealthy, isn’t it.”
“I’ve heard that he’s our alumni, having graduated from the Southline University. That explains his generous donations. Plus, he’s the wealthiest person in the city after all. More importantly, he’s so charming… practically the whole nation’s ideal person - wealthy, handsome, and down to earth. There’s no one else like him in this world.”
The entirety of Southline University Art Institute was engrossed with news regarding Mark Tremont’s return, except for Arianne Wynn who stood out like a sore thumb.
Seated at the stairway, she was munching on a stale bun which had long lost its warmth. Downing the otherwise hard to swallow baked good with just plain water felt equally as cold as the winter season.
Mark Tremont. He’s back again after three years…
“Ari, why are you eating buns again? Come on, I’ll buy you a good meal!”
Tiffany Lane plopped herself down carelessly beside Arianne.
The latter shook her head before she stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, picking up her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Her action emphasized her frail frame.
“No time. I’ve got to go back.”
Tiffany sighed. “Alright. Don’t bring any more buns tomorrow. I’ll bring you breakfast.”
Tiffany’s voice slowly drifted afar as Arianne paddled her bicycle, finally disappearing as it flew away with the wintry breeze.
Returning ‘home’, Arianne carefully parked her battered bicycle to the corner and slipped in through the back door. She put down her bag swiftly, returning to the small storeroom.
Just when she was about to change, Mary came in a hurry. “Ari, don’t help me out today. Sir’s looking for you… ah, and be careful. Don’t speak if you can lest he is upset, otherwise you’ll be at the receiving end again.”
Arianne Wynn nodded and went upstairs cautiously. She patted down the washed out jacket she wore, remembering that he disliked sloppiness.
She subconsciously held her breath whilst knocking on the door, her fingertips were trembling. She had grown a lot over the last three years, so she wondered how much would he have changed?
“Come in.”
A mellow voice soft like the winter sunlight spoke from within the room. If one did not pay attention, they perhaps may not realize the icy tone mixed in.
Arianne’s heart sank a little. Pushing the door open and entering, she left it ajar on purpose.
He was seated facing the French window with a magazine in his hands. The tailor-made suit hugged his build perfectly, adding an exquisite wash of gray to the winter day.
Even while seated, his long legs were evident. Occasionally, his fingers with distinct joints flipped the pages gracefully.
Mark Tremont, he was back after all.
“You are turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His nonchalant tone bored a deep pit in Arianne’s heart.
Not receiving her response, Mark Tremont tossed the magazine onto the coffee table beside him and turned to look at her, his deep eyes were nothing but cold.
Arianne stepped back instinctively, convinced that she was truly the only outlier of his compassion.
“Yes…”
Frightened, like a deer caught in the headlights, her face was pale without a tint of blood.
Mark Tremont walked up to her, each approaching step of his caused her to move back in fear.
As both approached the door, Arianne almost tripped from the half-closed door. Mark was quick to step forward, closing the door with his arm as it brushed past Arianne’s ear, trapping her in-between.
“Are you afraid of me?” His tone was taunting… seething with hate.
Arianne Wynn dared not meet his eyes. He was much taller than her, so their close proximity could only allow her to stare straight at Mark’s body while his aura engulfed her.

Chapter 2 Deeply Rooted
Arianne was too scared to resist. This had happened countless times in the past.
“Sir, it’s meal time.”
Butler Henry’s voice rang from outside the room, sounding like a savior that had just come from the heavens to rescue Arianne.
Butler Henry had served the Tremonts for decades and had watched Mark Tremont grow up, thus Butler Henry carried some significance to the latter.
“I see,” Mark Tremont replied casually.
Arianne Wynn opened the door immediately, fleeing for her life. Mark’s words still echoing in her mind.
“You’re turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His question shattered the peace within her. She was well aware of what turning eighteen meant.
Mark Tremont left the house after the meal, giving Arianne a sense of relief as she drifted to have a rest in the storeroom. She had lived here in the storeroom for ten years. To a certain extent, the Tremont Estate was her second ‘home’.
Her slumber was not in repose. She asked her father repeatedly in her dream, “What actually happened? Is what they told the truth?” The only response she received was her father’s smile, followed by the sight of his back before he boarded the plane.
The crash killed all seventeen passengers aboard the Tremonts’ private jet, including Mark Tremont’s parents.
The media extensively reported that the crash was due to the pilot’s mistake, however, rumor has it that the pilot was drunk before flying the aircraft.
Arianne Wynn’s father, Zachary Wynn, was the Tremonts’ private pilot. He was labeled the public enemy, even long after his death in the aviation crash.
Toward the end of Arianne’s dream, she saw Mark Tremont taking her home. No one understood why he would take care of the sinner’s daughter.
Arianne was brought into the Tremont Estate while holding onto Mark Tremont’s hand. Back then, Arianne had naively thought as both of them were orphans, perhaps this was his sincere kindness.
However, once the doors shut, her hand was flung away as Mark Tremont stared down at her icily.
“Your father is dead. You shall repay for his sins.”
The hatred that enveloped Mark Tremont nearly devoured Arianne. From that moment onward, she understood perfectly that he was not here to help her…
When Arianne woke up from her dream, the sun had already risen. Holding onto her feverish forehead, she watched the falling snowflakes outside through the tiny window in the storeroom. “It’s snowing huh…” She said with a faint smile.
“Ari, bundle up. It’s going to be cold today since it’s snowing. Don’t you catch a cold with that petite body of yours.
Mary was concerned for her just as she had always been. Over these ten years, no matter the season, Mary would always shower her with a few fond reminders once she woke up.
Arianne hummed her acknowledgment and put on her only coat to fight the cold weather. When Mary saw Arianne as she was going out the door, she felt a twitch in her nose.
“Ari… ask for some money from sir and buy some new clothes. You’ve had this for years. Girls like you should be spending at this age. Look at you…”
With a stubborn shake of her head, Arianne rode her beaten bicycle against the frosty weather.
Mark Tremont banned everyone from providing her with anything, money included. Any charity was to come from him and only him.
Arianne has always been trying her best to please him for anything that she wanted. He disallowed her to call him brother, so she had always called him Mark Tremont… the name stayed deeply rooted in her mind.
The honk of a car beeped from behind Arianne, prompting her to cycle as close to the curb as possible. When a Rolls Royce drove past her, she met eyes with Mark Tremont through the half-opened car window. The exchange was brief, the car zooming past afterward.
All of a sudden, the vehicle stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, Arianne stopped as well, supporting herself with one leg on the road while both of her hands rested on the bicycle handlebar. She waited quietly.

Chapter 3 Who’s That
Two minutes later, Mark Tremont’s car drove away. Arianne released a breath that she was unaware of holding, wondering what he was doing when the car was stationary.
“Sir… It’s snowing. Are you really not letting miss in the car? Should we wait a bit more or shall I call her?” The driver, Brian Pearce, was rather worried.
“No.” Mark Tremont looked at the delicate silhouette from the rearview mirror, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He waited for two minutes and had given her the chance.
When Arianne arrived at school, Tiffany Lane was baffled by her soaked state.
“Did you cycle here in the snow? Come on, breakfast is still warm. Eat up quickly.”
Arianne accepted the milk and bun that Tiffany passed her with a smile, a dash of red appeared from her cracked lips.
Tiffany sucked in a deep breath. “Your parents don’t care about you. They don’t worry about your meals or clothes and aren’t concerned about you attending art school. Did they pick you up from the streets?”
“My… mother remarried when I was very young and my father passed away ten years ago. It’s not their fault…” Arianne replied as she took off her soaked coat and sipped the warm milk. The indifferent tone in her voice along with her actions were a pang to one’s heart.
Tiffany then fondly rubbed Arianne’s wet hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We’ve known each other since high school and yet, you never told me anything before you finally spoke up today. How your mother could bear abandoning a pretty little girl like you… Who are you living with now then?”
Who are you living with?
Arianne did not answer immediately as she thought about how she should refer to Mark Tremont. Her elder brother?
“My elder brother.” That was all she could say.
Tiffany Lane was quite perplexed.
“Your biological brother? Even if he’s only your cousin, he shouldn’t let you live so pitifully. Have you bought the paint the tutor asked us to buy?”
Arianne shook her head. “I won’t be able to buy it for the time being but I’ll think of something.”
Three years ago, she was guileless but not gullible. That was her first time rejecting Mark Tremont.
His icy tone spread from his lips.
‘One day, you’ll beg me.’
After that, he left the country without a warning and she had never asked him for another favor or another meal in the Tremont Estate, surviving only by working part-time jobs.
She was unable to fulfill his request nor please him, but there was no need to anymore.
Looking at Arianne’s frowning face, Tiffany’s heart ached for her. When she was about to say something, a warm masculine voice interrupted.
“Tiffany, what’s up with your cutie pie today? She looks so listless.”
It was Will Sivan who spoke, the other person whom Arianne knew on campus.
There were only so many of the wealthy and powerful in the capital. Both Tiffany Lane and Will Siyan were among them, though not Arianne Wynn.
“It’s the paint…”
“Tiffany.”
Arianne cut her off and discreetly shook her head. For some reason, she did not want Will to know about her plight.
Out of the blue, Will Sivan’s hand touched her forehead.
“You have a fever.”
“If you fall sick, our Tiffany here is going to nag all day long again.”
It sounded like he was complaining, but Will’s hands were already working to take off his scarf to wrap around Arianne’s neck.
She looked up at him, her heart beating a little faster.
His smile felt like the sunlight that spilled from a blanket of clouds, gentle and natural. Loose hair fell from his forehead, draping down to his starry eyes which looked like they contained all the stars of the universe.
Will Sivan was one of the best-looking people Arianne had ever met, only second to Mark Tremont.
When they had met ten years ago, Mark Tremont had taken her breath away too.
“Who’s that?” Mark Tremont’s gaze was locked on Arianne Wynn and Will Sivan, who were beside her from the corridor outside of the art studio.

Chapter 4 Come To My Room
The dean beside him grinned. “Mr. Tremont, are you referring to… Will Sivan? You’ve probably heard of him, one of the three young masters of the Sivan family. He’s in his junior year now. The three of them are usually together.”
“Next time, I don’t want to see him again at Southline University. No, in the whole capital,” Mark Tremont said emotionlessly as he turned to leave.
A few steps later, he halted. “And I’ll fully sponsor Arianne Wynn, anonymously.”
The dean bowed his head quickly.
“Of course, of course. Have a good day.”
…
After classes, Arianne Wynn dragged her lethargic self as she pushed her bicycle to the campus gate, standing to wait for Will Sivan to return his scarf.
“Ari, are you waiting for Will? He went home at noon, he said he has some family matters.”
Tiffany Lane walked to her and took out a small bag from her purse.
“Here you go, cold medicine, he asked me to give you this. Medication for fevers is also inside. Remember to take it.”
Arianne looked at the bag of medicine but did not accept it.
“I don’t need them. Return the scarf for me. I’ll head home now.”
Now that Mark Tremont was back, she had to be home on time every day.
Tiffany thrust the small bag towards Arianne. “What are you being stubborn about? Even I know that he likes you, you wouldn’t have noticed, would you?”
A blush crept onto Arianne’s pale cheeks. “Please stop. Bye!”
Having taken less than two steps ahead, Mark Tremont’s car sped over suddenly, skidding to a stop less than a meter away from Arianne.
Tiffany was about to lash out, but Arianne’s hand flew to cover her mouth.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You can go back first.”
Arianne could already see the brooding face of Mark Tremont who was seated behind the car’s windshield.
Mark had no patience for her. A honk was all it took for Arianne to hastily park her bicycle to the side, hopped into the car and pulled the door shut.
Tiffany Lane was dumbfounded. She wanted to say something but the car had driven off.
Sitting in the car, Arianne’s head hung low not daring to speak. This was the first time Mark Tremont had picked her up from school, yet she felt no element of surprise, she was only flooded in fright.
“Gotten yourself a boyfriend?” Mark Tremont casually questioned.
Arianne thought of Will Sivan and shook her head nervously.
“No.”
At the same time, she tightened her grip on the bag of cold medicine in her hands.
“Will Sivan won’t be making an appearance anymore.”
Mark Tremont looked at her with a smirk in his eyes.
Arianne looked up, shocked when she met his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
Her response upset him.
“Other than redeeming your sin, there’s nothing else you have to do in this lifetime of yours, including marriage or giving birth.”
The chilling tone sent Arianne into a freezing abyss. She suddenly felt a slight hatred for the guy before her. Why must he take everything that she liked away?
Soon enough the car returned to the Tremont Estate. Upon exiting the vehicle, Mark Tremont’s eyes darkened when he saw the bag Arianne was clutching in her hands.
“Stand right there.”
Arianne froze. The bag of medicine in her grasp was snatched away in the next second and thrown on the road.
Her shoulders slumped as she quietly made her way to the back door. No one remembers when it was since Mark Tremont had disallowed her from entering through the front door. He forbade her because she would bump into him and stated that she could make an appearance only when he wanted to see her.
“Come to my room later.”
Mark Tremont ordered and walked briskly through the front door. The scowl on his face even intimidated the group of bodyguards, regardless Mary and Butler Henry still approached him.
“You’re back, sir.”
Mark gave a light hum of acknowledgment. He stopped again when he was at the staircase.
“Arianne Wynn is to have her meals at home from now on.”
Was he implying that he had been torturing her with how feeble she currently looked?
Housekeeper Mary smiled. “Yes, sir. I’ll make sure that miss eats well.”
While Arianne Wynn cleaned the kitchen with Mary, Mary held her cold hands sympathetically.
“That’s enough. Please rest early. You needn’t help me, look at your cracked hands. Ari, sir is actually quite nice to you. Stop resisting him. Don’t you understand him still? Obey him and everything will be fine. I’ve watched him grow up. He’s not a bad person.”
Arianne did not say anything, merely continuing what she was doing, mopping the floor repeatedly. Her entirety refused to see Mark Tremont…
The Tremont Estate was huge, though Mary did not have a lot of work. Her tasks were bound to be completed with time.
The clock ticked past eleven when Arianne built up the courage to go upstairs and knocked carefully on the door.
There was no sound or movement from the other side and she wanted to turn and leave. Upon a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and entered, fully aware of the consequence if she did not listen.
She made her way softly into the room.
“Are… you asleep?”
His voice came from behind her the next second.
“Did I ask you to come now?”
Jumping with a shudder, Arianne felt around for the light switch but something had caused her to trip. With a cry, she fell face first to the floor.

Chapter 5 Wait For Me
A pair of arms surrounded her suddenly and pulled her back. Arianne could almost feel the dampness from his fresh shower and smelt the fragrance of body wash.
The arms that were wrapped around her waist let go abruptly.
“Please out.”
For some reason, his voice was a little raspy. Arianne had no idea how she had upset him again so she scurried off at once.
It was when she returned to the storeroom that she had regrets. She had forgotten to ask him about Will Sivan. Recalling what happened just now, however, the courage to seek him again slipped away from her.
When morning came the next day, Mary came into the storeroom with a glass of water.
“C’mon, Ari. Here’s some cold medicine.”
Arianne Wynn was puzzled. Mary did not know she caught a cold. Furthermore, how would Mary dare give her medication without Mark Tremont’s permission?
As if dismissing Arianne’s doubt, Mary sat down with a smile.
“Sir has gone on a business trip and will only be back in about a month. This was his instructions before he left. Here you go.”
Arianne could not point a finger to the feeling in her heart, but she felt inexplicably lighter hearing that he would temporarily not be around.
After taking the medication, Arianne went to school.
When she entered the studio, the dean personally came to pass her all the materials she had lacked.
“Miss Wynn, check if there’s anything else you’re missing.”
Arianne was taken aback. “No… nothing is missing. This is…?”
The dean did not explain, merely saying, “That’s good then.”
As the dean left, Arianne was lost in her thoughts, staring at the items she had received. Mark Tremont was surely not the source, since he would not have the time nor the effort to be concerned about her situation at school.
“Ari, I’ve heard that someone’s sponsored you anonymously. I didn’t expect the administration to work so quickly. Your paints are all better than mine.”
Tiffany Lane rummaged through the materials that the dean had sent over once she was here.
Arianne kept quiet as she arranged her new belongings.
“Hey, who was the one that picked you up yesterday? Crazy driving.”
Tiffany was a chatterbox, always spouting new topics whether Arianne replied to her or not.
“That’s my brother,” Arianne answered.
There was a slight pause from Tiffany.
“What sort of brother is he? He’s so wealthy yet here you are being groomed into a slum girl. Let me meet him next time.”
Arianne smiled. “Don’t criticize him. He’s actually very nice. He’s not my biological brother, so it isn’t his obligation to take care of me. He’s done more than his part.”
That was what she told herself too. She was a sinner, but Mark Tremont had given her shelter and taken care of her for ten years.
Tiffany pouted before beginning to guess the mystery sponsor in excitement.
“Who do you think is funding you? Will Sivan’s dad has kicked him out of the country and he won’t be coming back until a few years. Do you think it’s him? Someone has sponsored you right after his departure. Otherwise, it just doesn’t make sense.”
Stunned, Arianne found it more convincing that the sponsor was Will than Mark Tremont.
Thinking about Will Sivan who was like a gentle ray of sunshine, she felt her heart clench. Will Sivan’s departure was her fault…
During Mark Tremont’s absence, Arianne Wynn was a lot more relaxed. Tiffany had dragged her for a fun day out on her birthday, which was on the weekend. The former knew that she disliked crowds, thus she did not invite anyone else.
Before they went home, like a magic trick Tiffany produced two small gift boxes.
“These are presents from Will and I.”
Arianne did not accept them, she could not afford to return them anything of similar value. A look at the gift boxes was evident that the presents were costly.
“Thank you for spending the day with me. There’s no need for presents.”
Arianne breathed in deeply, it was the scent of the chilling breeze and snow.
Tiffany pushed the boxes into her hands.
“When I am nice to you, I don’t expect anything in return, but Will is the opposite case… Stand up straight. I’m gonna complete what he’s asked me to do.”
Unable to figure out what she was about to do, Arianne straightened up obediently.
Tiffany looked at Arianne in all seriousness.
“Ari, I’m Will Sivan. I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.”

Chapter 6 Hand In Hand With You Forever
There was a fleeting moment when Arianne saw Will’s shadow behind Tiffany. The three of them knew each other so well that Tiffany Lane had his tone and expression down impeccably.
Arianne’s heart skipped a beat. Her lips parted open, not sure of how to reply.
Tiffany waved at her with a grin.
“Alright, my mission is done. Whatever you have to say, tell Will yourself. Take care on your way home, see you tomorrow.”
She got into her car and left afterward, leaving Arianne stunned on the spot for a long time, what Tiffany had said just now kept replaying in her mind…
When Arianne arrived at the Tremont Estate, it had already past eight o’clock. She carefully opened the gift box to see that Tiffany had bought her a necklace, while Will had given her a bracelet. In Will’s gift box there was a note which wrote ‘Hand in hand with you forever’.
Blushing, Arianne hid the gifts in a cardboard box. Mark Tremont would never agree to the presence of such things, so she dared not wear them out.
All of a sudden, Mary’s voice came from behind.
“Ari, you’re back. Let me make you a birthday meal.”
Arianne picked herself up immediately.
“Mama Mary, there’s no need to. I’ve eaten already. Please rest early.”
Mary was hesitant to speak as she rubbed her cool hands together.
“Ari, sir has rushed back during the middle of his business trip to celebrate your birthday, most likely that is. I saw that he even brought home a present but he didn’t look happy when he saw that you weren’t home. Why are you back at this time? Sir hasn’t even had dinner…”
Arianne’s breath was stuck in her throat, a wave of panic flashed across her pale face. Mark Tremont forbade her from spending free time outside. She had accepted Tiffany’s invitation because she thought that he would not return so suddenly.
What triggered her warning siren was Mary’s interpretation. How was it possible that Mark Tremont had come back specifically to celebrate her birthday? A present was basically impossible.
Seeing that she was frightened, Mary held her hand.
“Don’t be afraid, sir won’t bite you. I’ll prepare his meal, you send it up to him. It’s your birthday today. Be sweet with your words, he won’t make things difficult for you.”
Arianne nodded. When Mary was done with the meal preparation, she carefully carried it upstairs, freeing a hand to knock at the room door.
“Are you there?”
There was no reply. Arianne had long grown accustomed to this. Mark Tremont was a guy of few words, so it was not uncommon for him to ignore people when he was not in a good mood.
Gritting her teeth, Arianne pushed the door open only to be shocked.
He had not even changed cloth, still clad in his tailor suit, while his hair was neat without a single strand out of place.
Containing herself to stay calm, Arianne put down the dinner and made her way to open the window on the side for better ventilation.
“Where have you been?” Mark Tremont asked without warning.
Frozen, the icy wind that came rushing straight through Arianne’s heart.
“My… friend asked me to hang out. I didn’t know that you came back.” Her voice was soft, drowned by the chilly wind that gushed in through the window. Arianne was not sure if he heard her clearly.
Apparently, his sense of hearing was excellent.
“Didn’t know that I came back? So you mean you can do whatever you want if I’m not here?”
Arianne Wynn felt ice cold, so piercing cold that she closed the window.
“No… I’ve made a mistake. I won’t do it again.”
She did not explain any further, nor did she wish to mention that it was her eighteenth birthday today. No matter the situation, she would just apologize for her fault as long as he was unhappy.
Mark Tremont let out a light scoff. He looked at the glass in his hand and walked up to her.
“It’s your birthday today.”
Looking at the drink he extended, Arianne dared not take it. She did not know how to drink, and it was his glass. She would be outrageously bold to touch it, not to mention drink from it.
“I… don’t know how to drink.”
With an upset frown, Mark Tremont pinched Arianne’s chin abruptly and poured a good flow of drink into her mouth. Arianne’s throat burned at once, making her cough incessantly.
Before she could recover from the harsh cough, she was suddenly pulled into Mark’s embrace.

Chapter 7 Give Me A Hand
Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of drink. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of drink wading from him right now.
Mark Tremont’s hug was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.
“The dinner is getting cold.” Arianne cried out in panic.
Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.
Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’
Mark Tremont pushed her down.
“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”
He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unable to discern his expression. She dared not look straight into his face. She could vaguely feel his rage.
She caught his hand.
“Don’t be like this…”
Her tone was pleading. Yet little did she know that a damsel in distress was the easiest way to attract him.
Mark Tremont’s hand moved to her face as he caressed her features.
“But your eyes were attracting me, they have always been attracting me. Why do you stare at me if you don’t want it?”
Arianne’s reply was tinged with a sob. “Mark Tremont… I… I’m on my period…”
His eyes darkened.
Arianne held her breath. Before she came upstairs, she had prepared herself. This loophole was foolproof as long as he did not check with his own eyes.
However, what extinguished her hope was that Mark Tremont did not let her go despite her announcement. Instead, the grazing on her neck that felt slightly raw put her on edge. She dared not resist him anymore, knowing that his patience had always been limited.
“Give me a hand,” he said as if ordering her.
Arianne stiffened up. She wanted to retract her hand but he had caught it in a death grip.
The drink in her system alleviated much of her psychological discomfort, rendering her mildly inebriated, now not aware of what she was doing. The concept of time had escaped her. Mark Tremont came down from above her and went into the bathroom before he quickly got out of the door.
Waking up in the next morning, Arianne Wynn was dumbstruck to see that she had slept in Mark Tremont’s room.
She had entered his room countless times throughout the years in the Tremont Estate but she had never stayed in his room for such a long time.
After recalling, a blush crept up her cheeks as she was dressing, despite her crushing headache. Other than the very last step, they had done everything yesterday. Even when she had been expecting this, she still felt uncomfortable.
The dinner she had carried up yesterday was left untouched on the coffee table. Arianne took it downstairs to see an unusually cheery Mary taking the food tray from her while joyously giving her a toasted sandwich.
“Eat up, I know that you like this. Sir’s been really nice to you. He rushed back to celebrate your birthday even if it was only for a few hours. You have no idea how hasty he was when he left…”
Arianne Wynn gave no reply, but in her mind she grumbled to herself, “Ugh, must have been difficult for Mark Tremont to make time and do that to her when he has such a tight schedule.”
Before she headed out, Mary hung her hand-knitted scarf on her. “In case others see your neck.”

Chapter 8 Someone Who Left You With The Strongest Impression
Arianne’s hand flew up to her neck, wearing a frown. She vaguely remembered that Mark Tremont had touched her there, he must have left a mark.
Unlike Arianne’s flustered state, Mary was delighted.
“Ari, just be with sir if he really likes you. You’ll have your favorite buttered bread for life and he’s good looking too. I don’t think there’s anything you’d disapprove of, seeming you’ve spent ten years with him after all.”
Arianne shied away from discussing the topic as she cut Mary off. “Mama Mary, I’m gonna be late for class. Bye!”
She fled out of the door as if she was running for her life.
Become Mark Tremont’s other half? If she was bored to death, sure.
When Arianne got to school, Tiffany Lane scooted to her and toyed with her scarf.
“Babe, what unique taste you’ve got there. Why does it feel so 99’s? But Ari always looks the best anyway. You look good, maybe even better if you wore a janitor’s uniform. Especially with your eyes, take a look at them… ah! You’re so captivating…”
Her eyes, Mark Tremont mentioned them yesterday as well. Arianne shuddered at the thought.
“Please stop joking.”
Suddenly, someone’s mobile phone rang. Both Tiffany and Arianne looked at each other.
Tiffany shrugged. “It’s not mine. That’s not my ringtone.”
Arianne perked her ears up, realizing that the ringtone seemed to have come from her bag. Taking off her backpack to check, a newest released model of a certain mobile phone brand was buzzing in a frenzy.
She was quite bewildered. Retrieving the phone, the incoming caller displayed that it was Mark Tremont.
When did he put the phone into her bag? He had even saved his number on it.
Arianne took a glance at Tiffany awkwardly and answered the call.
“Hello?”
Mark Tremont’s melodious voice, which lacked warmth, came from the other end.
“I’ve transferred you some money. I don’t want to see you looking like you’ve been maltreated the next time I return, it spoils my appetite.”
Spoils his appetite? He didn’t really mean his actual appetite by that, did he?
The phone call ended shortly and her mobile phone displayed a money transfer notification.
Arianne frantically turned off the phone and dropped it back into her bag, afraid of revealing what just happened. When she came into contact with the bank card in her bag, her hand shook. Why did it feel like an exchange for what happened yesterday? It was off-putting.
“Your brother gave this to you? This model costs around fifteen hundred dollars. Looks like he isn’t the worst to you,” Tiffany commented.
Arianne nodded. “Let’s go. Class is about to start.”
Luck was perhaps not on her side today. When they entered the studio, the tutor was not in a good mood as she instructed directly, “Today we are drawing someone who left you with the strongest impression. Feel free! You can refer to photos. There are no restrictions.”
Tiffany Lane was hyped as she stared at Arianne in anticipation. The latter was embarrassed.

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A plane crash had orphaned her... he too, shared the exact same fate. However, his misfortune was all her father’s doing.
She was at the young age when he brought her to the Tremont Estate. She thought this kind gesture came from the good will of his heart. Little did she know, it was for retribution.
For ten years, she had always thought that he disliked her. He was gentle and benevolent to the world, but never towards her…
He forbade her from calling him ‘brother’. She could only call him by his name - Mark Tremont, Mark Tremont, over and over again till it was ingrained deeply in her head...

Chapter 1 Grown Up
“Wow, he’s back. He immediately made huge donations to the prominent art schools in the capital too. It’s great being wealthy, isn’t it.”
“I’ve heard that he’s our alumni, having graduated from the Southline University. That explains his generous donations. Plus, he’s the wealthiest person in the city after all. More importantly, he’s so charming… practically the whole nation’s ideal person - wealthy, handsome, and down to earth. There’s no one else like him in this world.”
The entirety of Southline University Art Institute was engrossed with news regarding Mark Tremont’s return, except for Arianne Wynn who stood out like a sore thumb.
Seated at the stairway, she was munching on a stale bun which had long lost its warmth. Downing the otherwise hard to swallow baked good with just plain water felt equally as cold as the winter season.
Mark Tremont. He’s back again after three years…
“Ari, why are you eating buns again? Come on, I’ll buy you a good meal!”
Tiffany Lane plopped herself down carelessly beside Arianne.
The latter shook her head before she stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, picking up her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Her action emphasized her frail frame.
“No time. I’ve got to go back.”
Tiffany sighed. “Alright. Don’t bring any more buns tomorrow. I’ll bring you breakfast.”
Tiffany’s voice slowly drifted afar as Arianne paddled her bicycle, finally disappearing as it flew away with the wintry breeze.
Returning ‘home’, Arianne carefully parked her battered bicycle to the corner and slipped in through the back door. She put down her bag swiftly, returning to the small storeroom.
Just when she was about to change, Mary came in a hurry. “Ari, don’t help me out today. Sir’s looking for you… ah, and be careful. Don’t speak if you can lest he is upset, otherwise you’ll be at the receiving end again.”
Arianne Wynn nodded and went upstairs cautiously. She patted down the washed out jacket she wore, remembering that he disliked sloppiness.
She subconsciously held her breath whilst knocking on the door, her fingertips were trembling. She had grown a lot over the last three years, so she wondered how much would he have changed?
“Come in.”
A mellow voice soft like the winter sunlight spoke from within the room. If one did not pay attention, they perhaps may not realize the icy tone mixed in.
Arianne’s heart sank a little. Pushing the door open and entering, she left it ajar on purpose.
He was seated facing the French window with a magazine in his hands. The tailor-made suit hugged his build perfectly, adding an exquisite wash of gray to the winter day.
Even while seated, his long legs were evident. Occasionally, his fingers with distinct joints flipped the pages gracefully.
Mark Tremont, he was back after all.
“You are turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His nonchalant tone bored a deep pit in Arianne’s heart.
Not receiving her response, Mark Tremont tossed the magazine onto the coffee table beside him and turned to look at her, his deep eyes were nothing but cold.
Arianne stepped back instinctively, convinced that she was truly the only outlier of his compassion.
“Yes…”
Frightened, like a deer caught in the headlights, her face was pale without a tint of blood.
Mark Tremont walked up to her, each approaching step of his caused her to move back in fear.
As both approached the door, Arianne almost tripped from the half-closed door. Mark was quick to step forward, closing the door with his arm as it brushed past Arianne’s ear, trapping her in-between.
“Are you afraid of me?” His tone was taunting… seething with hate.
Arianne Wynn dared not meet his eyes. He was much taller than her, so their close proximity could only allow her to stare straight at Mark’s body while his aura engulfed her.

Chapter 2 Deeply Rooted
Arianne was too scared to resist. This had happened countless times in the past.
“Sir, it’s meal time.”
Butler Henry’s voice rang from outside the room, sounding like a savior that had just come from the heavens to rescue Arianne.
Butler Henry had served the Tremonts for decades and had watched Mark Tremont grow up, thus Butler Henry carried some significance to the latter.
“I see,” Mark Tremont replied casually.
Arianne Wynn opened the door immediately, fleeing for her life. Mark’s words still echoing in her mind.
“You’re turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His question shattered the peace within her. She was well aware of what turning eighteen meant.
Mark Tremont left the house after the meal, giving Arianne a sense of relief as she drifted to have a rest in the storeroom. She had lived here in the storeroom for ten years. To a certain extent, the Tremont Estate was her second ‘home’.
Her slumber was not in repose. She asked her father repeatedly in her dream, “What actually happened? Is what they told the truth?” The only response she received was her father’s smile, followed by the sight of his back before he boarded the plane.
The crash killed all seventeen passengers aboard the Tremonts’ private jet, including Mark Tremont’s parents.
The media extensively reported that the crash was due to the pilot’s mistake, however, rumor has it that the pilot was drunk before flying the aircraft.
Arianne Wynn’s father, Zachary Wynn, was the Tremonts’ private pilot. He was labeled the public enemy, even long after his death in the aviation crash.
Toward the end of Arianne’s dream, she saw Mark Tremont taking her home. No one understood why he would take care of the sinner’s daughter.
Arianne was brought into the Tremont Estate while holding onto Mark Tremont’s hand. Back then, Arianne had naively thought as both of them were orphans, perhaps this was his sincere kindness.
However, once the doors shut, her hand was flung away as Mark Tremont stared down at her icily.
“Your father is dead. You shall repay for his sins.”
The hatred that enveloped Mark Tremont nearly devoured Arianne. From that moment onward, she understood perfectly that he was not here to help her…
When Arianne woke up from her dream, the sun had already risen. Holding onto her feverish forehead, she watched the falling snowflakes outside through the tiny window in the storeroom. “It’s snowing huh…” She said with a faint smile.
“Ari, bundle up. It’s going to be cold today since it’s snowing. Don’t you catch a cold with that petite body of yours.
Mary was concerned for her just as she had always been. Over these ten years, no matter the season, Mary would always shower her with a few fond reminders once she woke up.
Arianne hummed her acknowledgment and put on her only coat to fight the cold weather. When Mary saw Arianne as she was going out the door, she felt a twitch in her nose.
“Ari… ask for some money from sir and buy some new clothes. You’ve had this for years. Girls like you should be spending at this age. Look at you…”
With a stubborn shake of her head, Arianne rode her beaten bicycle against the frosty weather.
Mark Tremont banned everyone from providing her with anything, money included. Any charity was to come from him and only him.
Arianne has always been trying her best to please him for anything that she wanted. He disallowed her to call him brother, so she had always called him Mark Tremont… the name stayed deeply rooted in her mind.
The honk of a car beeped from behind Arianne, prompting her to cycle as close to the curb as possible. When a Rolls Royce drove past her, she met eyes with Mark Tremont through the half-opened car window. The exchange was brief, the car zooming past afterward.
All of a sudden, the vehicle stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, Arianne stopped as well, supporting herself with one leg on the road while both of her hands rested on the bicycle handlebar. She waited quietly.

Chapter 3 Who’s That
Two minutes later, Mark Tremont’s car drove away. Arianne released a breath that she was unaware of holding, wondering what he was doing when the car was stationary.
“Sir… It’s snowing. Are you really not letting miss in the car? Should we wait a bit more or shall I call her?” The driver, Brian Pearce, was rather worried.
“No.” Mark Tremont looked at the delicate silhouette from the rearview mirror, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He waited for two minutes and had given her the chance.
When Arianne arrived at school, Tiffany Lane was baffled by her soaked state.
“Did you cycle here in the snow? Come on, breakfast is still warm. Eat up quickly.”
Arianne accepted the milk and bun that Tiffany passed her with a smile, a dash of red appeared from her cracked lips.
Tiffany sucked in a deep breath. “Your parents don’t care about you. They don’t worry about your meals or clothes and aren’t concerned about you attending art school. Did they pick you up from the streets?”
“My… mother remarried when I was very young and my father passed away ten years ago. It’s not their fault…” Arianne replied as she took off her soaked coat and sipped the warm milk. The indifferent tone in her voice along with her actions were a pang to one’s heart.
Tiffany then fondly rubbed Arianne’s wet hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We’ve known each other since high school and yet, you never told me anything before you finally spoke up today. How your mother could bear abandoning a pretty little girl like you… Who are you living with now then?”
Who are you living with?
Arianne did not answer immediately as she thought about how she should refer to Mark Tremont. Her elder brother?
“My elder brother.” That was all she could say.
Tiffany Lane was quite perplexed.
“Your biological brother? Even if he’s only your cousin, he shouldn’t let you live so pitifully. Have you bought the paint the tutor asked us to buy?”
Arianne shook her head. “I won’t be able to buy it for the time being but I’ll think of something.”
Three years ago, she was guileless but not gullible. That was her first time rejecting Mark Tremont.
His icy tone spread from his lips.
‘One day, you’ll beg me.’
After that, he left the country without a warning and she had never asked him for another favor or another meal in the Tremont Estate, surviving only by working part-time jobs.
She was unable to fulfill his request nor please him, but there was no need to anymore.
Looking at Arianne’s frowning face, Tiffany’s heart ached for her. When she was about to say something, a warm masculine voice interrupted.
“Tiffany, what’s up with your cutie pie today? She looks so listless.”
It was Will Sivan who spoke, the other person whom Arianne knew on campus.
There were only so many of the wealthy and powerful in the capital. Both Tiffany Lane and Will Siyan were among them, though not Arianne Wynn.
“It’s the paint…”
“Tiffany.”
Arianne cut her off and discreetly shook her head. For some reason, she did not want Will to know about her plight.
Out of the blue, Will Sivan’s hand touched her forehead.
“You have a fever.”
“If you fall sick, our Tiffany here is going to nag all day long again.”
It sounded like he was complaining, but Will’s hands were already working to take off his scarf to wrap around Arianne’s neck.
She looked up at him, her heart beating a little faster.
His smile felt like the sunlight that spilled from a blanket of clouds, gentle and natural. Loose hair fell from his forehead, draping down to his starry eyes which looked like they contained all the stars of the universe.
Will Sivan was one of the best-looking people Arianne had ever met, only second to Mark Tremont.
When they had met ten years ago, Mark Tremont had taken her breath away too.
“Who’s that?” Mark Tremont’s gaze was locked on Arianne Wynn and Will Sivan, who were beside her from the corridor outside of the art studio.

Chapter 4 Come To My Room
The dean beside him grinned. “Mr. Tremont, are you referring to… Will Sivan? You’ve probably heard of him, one of the three young masters of the Sivan family. He’s in his junior year now. The three of them are usually together.”
“Next time, I don’t want to see him again at Southline University. No, in the whole capital,” Mark Tremont said emotionlessly as he turned to leave.
A few steps later, he halted. “And I’ll fully sponsor Arianne Wynn, anonymously.”
The dean bowed his head quickly.
“Of course, of course. Have a good day.”
…
After classes, Arianne Wynn dragged her lethargic self as she pushed her bicycle to the campus gate, standing to wait for Will Sivan to return his scarf.
“Ari, are you waiting for Will? He went home at noon, he said he has some family matters.”
Tiffany Lane walked to her and took out a small bag from her purse.
“Here you go, cold medicine, he asked me to give you this. Medication for fevers is also inside. Remember to take it.”
Arianne looked at the bag of medicine but did not accept it.
“I don’t need them. Return the scarf for me. I’ll head home now.”
Now that Mark Tremont was back, she had to be home on time every day.
Tiffany thrust the small bag towards Arianne. “What are you being stubborn about? Even I know that he likes you, you wouldn’t have noticed, would you?”
A blush crept onto Arianne’s pale cheeks. “Please stop. Bye!”
Having taken less than two steps ahead, Mark Tremont’s car sped over suddenly, skidding to a stop less than a meter away from Arianne.
Tiffany was about to lash out, but Arianne’s hand flew to cover her mouth.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You can go back first.”
Arianne could already see the brooding face of Mark Tremont who was seated behind the car’s windshield.
Mark had no patience for her. A honk was all it took for Arianne to hastily park her bicycle to the side, hopped into the car and pulled the door shut.
Tiffany Lane was dumbfounded. She wanted to say something but the car had driven off.
Sitting in the car, Arianne’s head hung low not daring to speak. This was the first time Mark Tremont had picked her up from school, yet she felt no element of surprise, she was only flooded in fright.
“Gotten yourself a boyfriend?” Mark Tremont casually questioned.
Arianne thought of Will Sivan and shook her head nervously.
“No.”
At the same time, she tightened her grip on the bag of cold medicine in her hands.
“Will Sivan won’t be making an appearance anymore.”
Mark Tremont looked at her with a smirk in his eyes.
Arianne looked up, shocked when she met his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
Her response upset him.
“Other than redeeming your sin, there’s nothing else you have to do in this lifetime of yours, including marriage or giving birth.”
The chilling tone sent Arianne into a freezing abyss. She suddenly felt a slight hatred for the guy before her. Why must he take everything that she liked away?
Soon enough the car returned to the Tremont Estate. Upon exiting the vehicle, Mark Tremont’s eyes darkened when he saw the bag Arianne was clutching in her hands.
“Stand right there.”
Arianne froze. The bag of medicine in her grasp was snatched away in the next second and thrown on the road.
Her shoulders slumped as she quietly made her way to the back door. No one remembers when it was since Mark Tremont had disallowed her from entering through the front door. He forbade her because she would bump into him and stated that she could make an appearance only when he wanted to see her.
“Come to my room later.”
Mark Tremont ordered and walked briskly through the front door. The scowl on his face even intimidated the group of bodyguards, regardless Mary and Butler Henry still approached him.
“You’re back, sir.”
Mark gave a light hum of acknowledgment. He stopped again when he was at the staircase.
“Arianne Wynn is to have her meals at home from now on.”
Was he implying that he had been torturing her with how feeble she currently looked?
Housekeeper Mary smiled. “Yes, sir. I’ll make sure that miss eats well.”
While Arianne Wynn cleaned the kitchen with Mary, Mary held her cold hands sympathetically.
“That’s enough. Please rest early. You needn’t help me, look at your cracked hands. Ari, sir is actually quite nice to you. Stop resisting him. Don’t you understand him still? Obey him and everything will be fine. I’ve watched him grow up. He’s not a bad person.”
Arianne did not say anything, merely continuing what she was doing, mopping the floor repeatedly. Her entirety refused to see Mark Tremont…
The Tremont Estate was huge, though Mary did not have a lot of work. Her tasks were bound to be completed with time.
The clock ticked past eleven when Arianne built up the courage to go upstairs and knocked carefully on the door.
There was no sound or movement from the other side and she wanted to turn and leave. Upon a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and entered, fully aware of the consequence if she did not listen.
She made her way softly into the room.
“Are… you asleep?”
His voice came from behind her the next second.
“Did I ask you to come now?”
Jumping with a shudder, Arianne felt around for the light switch but something had caused her to trip. With a cry, she fell face first to the floor.

Chapter 5 Wait For Me
A pair of arms surrounded her suddenly and pulled her back. Arianne could almost feel the dampness from his fresh shower and smelt the fragrance of body wash.
The arms that were wrapped around her waist let go abruptly.
“Please out.”
For some reason, his voice was a little raspy. Arianne had no idea how she had upset him again so she scurried off at once.
It was when she returned to the storeroom that she had regrets. She had forgotten to ask him about Will Sivan. Recalling what happened just now, however, the courage to seek him again slipped away from her.
When morning came the next day, Mary came into the storeroom with a glass of water.
“C’mon, Ari. Here’s some cold medicine.”
Arianne Wynn was puzzled. Mary did not know she caught a cold. Furthermore, how would Mary dare give her medication without Mark Tremont’s permission?
As if dismissing Arianne’s doubt, Mary sat down with a smile.
“Sir has gone on a business trip and will only be back in about a month. This was his instructions before he left. Here you go.”
Arianne could not point a finger to the feeling in her heart, but she felt inexplicably lighter hearing that he would temporarily not be around.
After taking the medication, Arianne went to school.
When she entered the studio, the dean personally came to pass her all the materials she had lacked.
“Miss Wynn, check if there’s anything else you’re missing.”
Arianne was taken aback. “No… nothing is missing. This is…?”
The dean did not explain, merely saying, “That’s good then.”
As the dean left, Arianne was lost in her thoughts, staring at the items she had received. Mark Tremont was surely not the source, since he would not have the time nor the effort to be concerned about her situation at school.
“Ari, I’ve heard that someone’s sponsored you anonymously. I didn’t expect the administration to work so quickly. Your paints are all better than mine.”
Tiffany Lane rummaged through the materials that the dean had sent over once she was here.
Arianne kept quiet as she arranged her new belongings.
“Hey, who was the one that picked you up yesterday? Crazy driving.”
Tiffany was a chatterbox, always spouting new topics whether Arianne replied to her or not.
“That’s my brother,” Arianne answered.
There was a slight pause from Tiffany.
“What sort of brother is he? He’s so wealthy yet here you are being groomed into a slum girl. Let me meet him next time.”
Arianne smiled. “Don’t criticize him. He’s actually very nice. He’s not my biological brother, so it isn’t his obligation to take care of me. He’s done more than his part.”
That was what she told herself too. She was a sinner, but Mark Tremont had given her shelter and taken care of her for ten years.
Tiffany pouted before beginning to guess the mystery sponsor in excitement.
“Who do you think is funding you? Will Sivan’s dad has kicked him out of the country and he won’t be coming back until a few years. Do you think it’s him? Someone has sponsored you right after his departure. Otherwise, it just doesn’t make sense.”
Stunned, Arianne found it more convincing that the sponsor was Will than Mark Tremont.
Thinking about Will Sivan who was like a gentle ray of sunshine, she felt her heart clench. Will Sivan’s departure was her fault…
During Mark Tremont’s absence, Arianne Wynn was a lot more relaxed. Tiffany had dragged her for a fun day out on her birthday, which was on the weekend. The former knew that she disliked crowds, thus she did not invite anyone else.
Before they went home, like a magic trick Tiffany produced two small gift boxes.
“These are presents from Will and I.”
Arianne did not accept them, she could not afford to return them anything of similar value. A look at the gift boxes was evident that the presents were costly.
“Thank you for spending the day with me. There’s no need for presents.”
Arianne breathed in deeply, it was the scent of the chilling breeze and snow.
Tiffany pushed the boxes into her hands.
“When I am nice to you, I don’t expect anything in return, but Will is the opposite case… Stand up straight. I’m gonna complete what he’s asked me to do.”
Unable to figure out what she was about to do, Arianne straightened up obediently.
Tiffany looked at Arianne in all seriousness.
“Ari, I’m Will Sivan. I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.”

Chapter 6 Hand In Hand With You Forever
There was a fleeting moment when Arianne saw Will’s shadow behind Tiffany. The three of them knew each other so well that Tiffany Lane had his tone and expression down impeccably.
Arianne’s heart skipped a beat. Her lips parted open, not sure of how to reply.
Tiffany waved at her with a grin.
“Alright, my mission is done. Whatever you have to say, tell Will yourself. Take care on your way home, see you tomorrow.”
She got into her car and left afterward, leaving Arianne stunned on the spot for a long time, what Tiffany had said just now kept replaying in her mind…
When Arianne arrived at the Tremont Estate, it had already past eight o’clock. She carefully opened the gift box to see that Tiffany had bought her a necklace, while Will had given her a bracelet. In Will’s gift box there was a note which wrote ‘Hand in hand with you forever’.
Blushing, Arianne hid the gifts in a cardboard box. Mark Tremont would never agree to the presence of such things, so she dared not wear them out.
All of a sudden, Mary’s voice came from behind.
“Ari, you’re back. Let me make you a birthday meal.”
Arianne picked herself up immediately.
“Mama Mary, there’s no need to. I’ve eaten already. Please rest early.”
Mary was hesitant to speak as she rubbed her cool hands together.
“Ari, sir has rushed back during the middle of his business trip to celebrate your birthday, most likely that is. I saw that he even brought home a present but he didn’t look happy when he saw that you weren’t home. Why are you back at this time? Sir hasn’t even had dinner…”
Arianne’s breath was stuck in her throat, a wave of panic flashed across her pale face. Mark Tremont forbade her from spending free time outside. She had accepted Tiffany’s invitation because she thought that he would not return so suddenly.
What triggered her warning siren was Mary’s interpretation. How was it possible that Mark Tremont had come back specifically to celebrate her birthday? A present was basically impossible.
Seeing that she was frightened, Mary held her hand.
“Don’t be afraid, sir won’t bite you. I’ll prepare his meal, you send it up to him. It’s your birthday today. Be sweet with your words, he won’t make things difficult for you.”
Arianne nodded. When Mary was done with the meal preparation, she carefully carried it upstairs, freeing a hand to knock at the room door.
“Are you there?”
There was no reply. Arianne had long grown accustomed to this. Mark Tremont was a guy of few words, so it was not uncommon for him to ignore people when he was not in a good mood.
Gritting her teeth, Arianne pushed the door open only to be shocked.
He had not even changed cloth, still clad in his tailor suit, while his hair was neat without a single strand out of place.
Containing herself to stay calm, Arianne put down the dinner and made her way to open the window on the side for better ventilation.
“Where have you been?” Mark Tremont asked without warning.
Frozen, the icy wind that came rushing straight through Arianne’s heart.
“My… friend asked me to hang out. I didn’t know that you came back.” Her voice was soft, drowned by the chilly wind that gushed in through the window. Arianne was not sure if he heard her clearly.
Apparently, his sense of hearing was excellent.
“Didn’t know that I came back? So you mean you can do whatever you want if I’m not here?”
Arianne Wynn felt ice cold, so piercing cold that she closed the window.
“No… I’ve made a mistake. I won’t do it again.”
She did not explain any further, nor did she wish to mention that it was her eighteenth birthday today. No matter the situation, she would just apologize for her fault as long as he was unhappy.
Mark Tremont let out a light scoff. He looked at the glass in his hand and walked up to her.
“It’s your birthday today.”
Looking at the drink he extended, Arianne dared not take it. She did not know how to drink, and it was his glass. She would be outrageously bold to touch it, not to mention drink from it.
“I… don’t know how to drink.”
With an upset frown, Mark Tremont pinched Arianne’s chin abruptly and poured a good flow of drink into her mouth. Arianne’s throat burned at once, making her cough incessantly.
Before she could recover from the harsh cough, she was suddenly pulled into Mark’s embrace.

Chapter 7 Give Me A Hand
Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of drink. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of drink wading from him right now.
Mark Tremont’s hug was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.
“The dinner is getting cold.” Arianne cried out in panic.
Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.
Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’
Mark Tremont pushed her down.
“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”
He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unable to discern his expression. She dared not look straight into his face. She could vaguely feel his rage.
She caught his hand.
“Don’t be like this…”
Her tone was pleading. Yet little did she know that a damsel in distress was the easiest way to attract him.
Mark Tremont’s hand moved to her face as he caressed her features.
“But your eyes were attracting me, they have always been attracting me. Why do you stare at me if you don’t want it?”
Arianne’s reply was tinged with a sob. “Mark Tremont… I… I’m on my period…”
His eyes darkened.
Arianne held her breath. Before she came upstairs, she had prepared herself. This loophole was foolproof as long as he did not check with his own eyes.
However, what extinguished her hope was that Mark Tremont did not let her go despite her announcement. Instead, the grazing on her neck that felt slightly raw put her on edge. She dared not resist him anymore, knowing that his patience had always been limited.
“Give me a hand,” he said as if ordering her.
Arianne stiffened up. She wanted to retract her hand but he had caught it in a death grip.
The drink in her system alleviated much of her psychological discomfort, rendering her mildly inebriated, now not aware of what she was doing. The concept of time had escaped her. Mark Tremont came down from above her and went into the bathroom before he quickly got out of the door.
Waking up in the next morning, Arianne Wynn was dumbstruck to see that she had slept in Mark Tremont’s room.
She had entered his room countless times throughout the years in the Tremont Estate but she had never stayed in his room for such a long time.
After recalling, a blush crept up her cheeks as she was dressing, despite her crushing headache. Other than the very last step, they had done everything yesterday. Even when she had been expecting this, she still felt uncomfortable.
The dinner she had carried up yesterday was left untouched on the coffee table. Arianne took it downstairs to see an unusually cheery Mary taking the food tray from her while joyously giving her a toasted sandwich.
“Eat up, I know that you like this. Sir’s been really nice to you. He rushed back to celebrate your birthday even if it was only for a few hours. You have no idea how hasty he was when he left…”
Arianne Wynn gave no reply, but in her mind she grumbled to herself, “Ugh, must have been difficult for Mark Tremont to make time and do that to her when he has such a tight schedule.”
Before she headed out, Mary hung her hand-knitted scarf on her. “In case others see your neck.”

Chapter 8 Someone Who Left You With The Strongest Impression
Arianne’s hand flew up to her neck, wearing a frown. She vaguely remembered that Mark Tremont had touched her there, he must have left a mark.
Unlike Arianne’s flustered state, Mary was delighted.
“Ari, just be with sir if he really likes you. You’ll have your favorite buttered bread for life and he’s good looking too. I don’t think there’s anything you’d disapprove of, seeming you’ve spent ten years with him after all.”
Arianne shied away from discussing the topic as she cut Mary off. “Mama Mary, I’m gonna be late for class. Bye!”
She fled out of the door as if she was running for her life.
Become Mark Tremont’s other half? If she was bored to death, sure.
When Arianne got to school, Tiffany Lane scooted to her and toyed with her scarf.
“Babe, what unique taste you’ve got there. Why does it feel so 99’s? But Ari always looks the best anyway. You look good, maybe even better if you wore a janitor’s uniform. Especially with your eyes, take a look at them… ah! You’re so captivating…”
Her eyes, Mark Tremont mentioned them yesterday as well. Arianne shuddered at the thought.
“Please stop joking.”
Suddenly, someone’s mobile phone rang. Both Tiffany and Arianne looked at each other.
Tiffany shrugged. “It’s not mine. That’s not my ringtone.”
Arianne perked her ears up, realizing that the ringtone seemed to have come from her bag. Taking off her backpack to check, a newest released model of a certain mobile phone brand was buzzing in a frenzy.
She was quite bewildered. Retrieving the phone, the incoming caller displayed that it was Mark Tremont.
When did he put the phone into her bag? He had even saved his number on it.
Arianne took a glance at Tiffany awkwardly and answered the call.
“Hello?”
Mark Tremont’s melodious voice, which lacked warmth, came from the other end.
“I’ve transferred you some money. I don’t want to see you looking like you’ve been maltreated the next time I return, it spoils my appetite.”
Spoils his appetite? He didn’t really mean his actual appetite by that, did he?
The phone call ended shortly and her mobile phone displayed a money transfer notification.
Arianne frantically turned off the phone and dropped it back into her bag, afraid of revealing what just happened. When she came into contact with the bank card in her bag, her hand shook. Why did it feel like an exchange for what happened yesterday? It was off-putting.
“Your brother gave this to you? This model costs around fifteen hundred dollars. Looks like he isn’t the worst to you,” Tiffany commented.
Arianne nodded. “Let’s go. Class is about to start.”
Luck was perhaps not on her side today. When they entered the studio, the tutor was not in a good mood as she instructed directly, “Today we are drawing someone who left you with the strongest impression. Feel free! You can refer to photos. There are no restrictions.”
Tiffany Lane was hyped as she stared at Arianne in anticipation. The latter was embarrassed.

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A plane crash had orphaned her... he too, shared the exact same fate. However, his misfortune was all her father’s doing.
She was at the young age when he brought her to the Tremont Estate. She thought this kind gesture came from the good will of his heart. Little did she know, it was for retribution.
For ten years, she had always thought that he disliked her. He was gentle and benevolent to the world, but never towards her…
He forbade her from calling him ‘brother’. She could only call him by his name - Mark Tremont, Mark Tremont, over and over again till it was ingrained deeply in her head...

Chapter 1 Grown Up
“Wow, he’s back. He immediately made huge donations to the prominent art schools in the capital too. It’s great being wealthy, isn’t it.”
“I’ve heard that he’s our alumni, having graduated from the Southline University. That explains his generous donations. Plus, he’s the wealthiest person in the city after all. More importantly, he’s so charming… practically the whole nation’s ideal person - wealthy, handsome, and down to earth. There’s no one else like him in this world.”
The entirety of Southline University Art Institute was engrossed with news regarding Mark Tremont’s return, except for Arianne Wynn who stood out like a sore thumb.
Seated at the stairway, she was munching on a stale bun which had long lost its warmth. Downing the otherwise hard to swallow baked good with just plain water felt equally as cold as the winter season.
Mark Tremont. He’s back again after three years…
“Ari, why are you eating buns again? Come on, I’ll buy you a good meal!”
Tiffany Lane plopped herself down carelessly beside Arianne.
The latter shook her head before she stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, picking up her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. Her action emphasized her frail frame.
“No time. I’ve got to go back.”
Tiffany sighed. “Alright. Don’t bring any more buns tomorrow. I’ll bring you breakfast.”
Tiffany’s voice slowly drifted afar as Arianne paddled her bicycle, finally disappearing as it flew away with the wintry breeze.
Returning ‘home’, Arianne carefully parked her battered bicycle to the corner and slipped in through the back door. She put down her bag swiftly, returning to the small storeroom.
Just when she was about to change, Mary came in a hurry. “Ari, don’t help me out today. Sir’s looking for you… ah, and be careful. Don’t speak if you can lest he is upset, otherwise you’ll be at the receiving end again.”
Arianne Wynn nodded and went upstairs cautiously. She patted down the washed out jacket she wore, remembering that he disliked sloppiness.
She subconsciously held her breath whilst knocking on the door, her fingertips were trembling. She had grown a lot over the last three years, so she wondered how much would he have changed?
“Come in.”
A mellow voice soft like the winter sunlight spoke from within the room. If one did not pay attention, they perhaps may not realize the icy tone mixed in.
Arianne’s heart sank a little. Pushing the door open and entering, she left it ajar on purpose.
He was seated facing the French window with a magazine in his hands. The tailor-made suit hugged his build perfectly, adding an exquisite wash of gray to the winter day.
Even while seated, his long legs were evident. Occasionally, his fingers with distinct joints flipped the pages gracefully.
Mark Tremont, he was back after all.
“You are turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His nonchalant tone bored a deep pit in Arianne’s heart.
Not receiving her response, Mark Tremont tossed the magazine onto the coffee table beside him and turned to look at her, his deep eyes were nothing but cold.
Arianne stepped back instinctively, convinced that she was truly the only outlier of his compassion.
“Yes…”
Frightened, like a deer caught in the headlights, her face was pale without a tint of blood.
Mark Tremont walked up to her, each approaching step of his caused her to move back in fear.
As both approached the door, Arianne almost tripped from the half-closed door. Mark was quick to step forward, closing the door with his arm as it brushed past Arianne’s ear, trapping her in-between.
“Are you afraid of me?” His tone was taunting… seething with hate.
Arianne Wynn dared not meet his eyes. He was much taller than her, so their close proximity could only allow her to stare straight at Mark’s body while his aura engulfed her.

Chapter 2 Deeply Rooted
Arianne was too scared to resist. This had happened countless times in the past.
“Sir, it’s meal time.”
Butler Henry’s voice rang from outside the room, sounding like a savior that had just come from the heavens to rescue Arianne.
Butler Henry had served the Tremonts for decades and had watched Mark Tremont grow up, thus Butler Henry carried some significance to the latter.
“I see,” Mark Tremont replied casually.
Arianne Wynn opened the door immediately, fleeing for her life. Mark’s words still echoing in her mind.
“You’re turning eighteen in another half of a month?”
His question shattered the peace within her. She was well aware of what turning eighteen meant.
Mark Tremont left the house after the meal, giving Arianne a sense of relief as she drifted to have a rest in the storeroom. She had lived here in the storeroom for ten years. To a certain extent, the Tremont Estate was her second ‘home’.
Her slumber was not in repose. She asked her father repeatedly in her dream, “What actually happened? Is what they told the truth?” The only response she received was her father’s smile, followed by the sight of his back before he boarded the plane.
The crash killed all seventeen passengers aboard the Tremonts’ private jet, including Mark Tremont’s parents.
The media extensively reported that the crash was due to the pilot’s mistake, however, rumor has it that the pilot was drunk before flying the aircraft.
Arianne Wynn’s father, Zachary Wynn, was the Tremonts’ private pilot. He was labeled the public enemy, even long after his death in the aviation crash.
Toward the end of Arianne’s dream, she saw Mark Tremont taking her home. No one understood why he would take care of the sinner’s daughter.
Arianne was brought into the Tremont Estate while holding onto Mark Tremont’s hand. Back then, Arianne had naively thought as both of them were orphans, perhaps this was his sincere kindness.
However, once the doors shut, her hand was flung away as Mark Tremont stared down at her icily.
“Your father is dead. You shall repay for his sins.”
The hatred that enveloped Mark Tremont nearly devoured Arianne. From that moment onward, she understood perfectly that he was not here to help her…
When Arianne woke up from her dream, the sun had already risen. Holding onto her feverish forehead, she watched the falling snowflakes outside through the tiny window in the storeroom. “It’s snowing huh…” She said with a faint smile.
“Ari, bundle up. It’s going to be cold today since it’s snowing. Don’t you catch a cold with that petite body of yours.
Mary was concerned for her just as she had always been. Over these ten years, no matter the season, Mary would always shower her with a few fond reminders once she woke up.
Arianne hummed her acknowledgment and put on her only coat to fight the cold weather. When Mary saw Arianne as she was going out the door, she felt a twitch in her nose.
“Ari… ask for some money from sir and buy some new clothes. You’ve had this for years. Girls like you should be spending at this age. Look at you…”
With a stubborn shake of her head, Arianne rode her beaten bicycle against the frosty weather.
Mark Tremont banned everyone from providing her with anything, money included. Any charity was to come from him and only him.
Arianne has always been trying her best to please him for anything that she wanted. He disallowed her to call him brother, so she had always called him Mark Tremont… the name stayed deeply rooted in her mind.
The honk of a car beeped from behind Arianne, prompting her to cycle as close to the curb as possible. When a Rolls Royce drove past her, she met eyes with Mark Tremont through the half-opened car window. The exchange was brief, the car zooming past afterward.
All of a sudden, the vehicle stopped in front of her. Subconsciously, Arianne stopped as well, supporting herself with one leg on the road while both of her hands rested on the bicycle handlebar. She waited quietly.

Chapter 3 Who’s That
Two minutes later, Mark Tremont’s car drove away. Arianne released a breath that she was unaware of holding, wondering what he was doing when the car was stationary.
“Sir… It’s snowing. Are you really not letting miss in the car? Should we wait a bit more or shall I call her?” The driver, Brian Pearce, was rather worried.
“No.” Mark Tremont looked at the delicate silhouette from the rearview mirror, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He waited for two minutes and had given her the chance.
When Arianne arrived at school, Tiffany Lane was baffled by her soaked state.
“Did you cycle here in the snow? Come on, breakfast is still warm. Eat up quickly.”
Arianne accepted the milk and bun that Tiffany passed her with a smile, a dash of red appeared from her cracked lips.
Tiffany sucked in a deep breath. “Your parents don’t care about you. They don’t worry about your meals or clothes and aren’t concerned about you attending art school. Did they pick you up from the streets?”
“My… mother remarried when I was very young and my father passed away ten years ago. It’s not their fault…” Arianne replied as she took off her soaked coat and sipped the warm milk. The indifferent tone in her voice along with her actions were a pang to one’s heart.
Tiffany then fondly rubbed Arianne’s wet hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? We’ve known each other since high school and yet, you never told me anything before you finally spoke up today. How your mother could bear abandoning a pretty little girl like you… Who are you living with now then?”
Who are you living with?
Arianne did not answer immediately as she thought about how she should refer to Mark Tremont. Her elder brother?
“My elder brother.” That was all she could say.
Tiffany Lane was quite perplexed.
“Your biological brother? Even if he’s only your cousin, he shouldn’t let you live so pitifully. Have you bought the paint the tutor asked us to buy?”
Arianne shook her head. “I won’t be able to buy it for the time being but I’ll think of something.”
Three years ago, she was guileless but not gullible. That was her first time rejecting Mark Tremont.
His icy tone spread from his lips.
‘One day, you’ll beg me.’
After that, he left the country without a warning and she had never asked him for another favor or another meal in the Tremont Estate, surviving only by working part-time jobs.
She was unable to fulfill his request nor please him, but there was no need to anymore.
Looking at Arianne’s frowning face, Tiffany’s heart ached for her. When she was about to say something, a warm masculine voice interrupted.
“Tiffany, what’s up with your cutie pie today? She looks so listless.”
It was Will Sivan who spoke, the other person whom Arianne knew on campus.
There were only so many of the wealthy and powerful in the capital. Both Tiffany Lane and Will Siyan were among them, though not Arianne Wynn.
“It’s the paint…”
“Tiffany.”
Arianne cut her off and discreetly shook her head. For some reason, she did not want Will to know about her plight.
Out of the blue, Will Sivan’s hand touched her forehead.
“You have a fever.”
“If you fall sick, our Tiffany here is going to nag all day long again.”
It sounded like he was complaining, but Will’s hands were already working to take off his scarf to wrap around Arianne’s neck.
She looked up at him, her heart beating a little faster.
His smile felt like the sunlight that spilled from a blanket of clouds, gentle and natural. Loose hair fell from his forehead, draping down to his starry eyes which looked like they contained all the stars of the universe.
Will Sivan was one of the best-looking people Arianne had ever met, only second to Mark Tremont.
When they had met ten years ago, Mark Tremont had taken her breath away too.
“Who’s that?” Mark Tremont’s gaze was locked on Arianne Wynn and Will Sivan, who were beside her from the corridor outside of the art studio.

Chapter 4 Come To My Room
The dean beside him grinned. “Mr. Tremont, are you referring to… Will Sivan? You’ve probably heard of him, one of the three young masters of the Sivan family. He’s in his junior year now. The three of them are usually together.”
“Next time, I don’t want to see him again at Southline University. No, in the whole capital,” Mark Tremont said emotionlessly as he turned to leave.
A few steps later, he halted. “And I’ll fully sponsor Arianne Wynn, anonymously.”
The dean bowed his head quickly.
“Of course, of course. Have a good day.”
…
After classes, Arianne Wynn dragged her lethargic self as she pushed her bicycle to the campus gate, standing to wait for Will Sivan to return his scarf.
“Ari, are you waiting for Will? He went home at noon, he said he has some family matters.”
Tiffany Lane walked to her and took out a small bag from her purse.
“Here you go, cold medicine, he asked me to give you this. Medication for fevers is also inside. Remember to take it.”
Arianne looked at the bag of medicine but did not accept it.
“I don’t need them. Return the scarf for me. I’ll head home now.”
Now that Mark Tremont was back, she had to be home on time every day.
Tiffany thrust the small bag towards Arianne. “What are you being stubborn about? Even I know that he likes you, you wouldn’t have noticed, would you?”
A blush crept onto Arianne’s pale cheeks. “Please stop. Bye!”
Having taken less than two steps ahead, Mark Tremont’s car sped over suddenly, skidding to a stop less than a meter away from Arianne.
Tiffany was about to lash out, but Arianne’s hand flew to cover her mouth.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You can go back first.”
Arianne could already see the brooding face of Mark Tremont who was seated behind the car’s windshield.
Mark had no patience for her. A honk was all it took for Arianne to hastily park her bicycle to the side, hopped into the car and pulled the door shut.
Tiffany Lane was dumbfounded. She wanted to say something but the car had driven off.
Sitting in the car, Arianne’s head hung low not daring to speak. This was the first time Mark Tremont had picked her up from school, yet she felt no element of surprise, she was only flooded in fright.
“Gotten yourself a boyfriend?” Mark Tremont casually questioned.
Arianne thought of Will Sivan and shook her head nervously.
“No.”
At the same time, she tightened her grip on the bag of cold medicine in her hands.
“Will Sivan won’t be making an appearance anymore.”
Mark Tremont looked at her with a smirk in his eyes.
Arianne looked up, shocked when she met his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
Her response upset him.
“Other than redeeming your sin, there’s nothing else you have to do in this lifetime of yours, including marriage or giving birth.”
The chilling tone sent Arianne into a freezing abyss. She suddenly felt a slight hatred for the guy before her. Why must he take everything that she liked away?
Soon enough the car returned to the Tremont Estate. Upon exiting the vehicle, Mark Tremont’s eyes darkened when he saw the bag Arianne was clutching in her hands.
“Stand right there.”
Arianne froze. The bag of medicine in her grasp was snatched away in the next second and thrown on the road.
Her shoulders slumped as she quietly made her way to the back door. No one remembers when it was since Mark Tremont had disallowed her from entering through the front door. He forbade her because she would bump into him and stated that she could make an appearance only when he wanted to see her.
“Come to my room later.”
Mark Tremont ordered and walked briskly through the front door. The scowl on his face even intimidated the group of bodyguards, regardless Mary and Butler Henry still approached him.
“You’re back, sir.”
Mark gave a light hum of acknowledgment. He stopped again when he was at the staircase.
“Arianne Wynn is to have her meals at home from now on.”
Was he implying that he had been torturing her with how feeble she currently looked?
Housekeeper Mary smiled. “Yes, sir. I’ll make sure that miss eats well.”
While Arianne Wynn cleaned the kitchen with Mary, Mary held her cold hands sympathetically.
“That’s enough. Please rest early. You needn’t help me, look at your cracked hands. Ari, sir is actually quite nice to you. Stop resisting him. Don’t you understand him still? Obey him and everything will be fine. I’ve watched him grow up. He’s not a bad person.”
Arianne did not say anything, merely continuing what she was doing, mopping the floor repeatedly. Her entirety refused to see Mark Tremont…
The Tremont Estate was huge, though Mary did not have a lot of work. Her tasks were bound to be completed with time.
The clock ticked past eleven when Arianne built up the courage to go upstairs and knocked carefully on the door.
There was no sound or movement from the other side and she wanted to turn and leave. Upon a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and entered, fully aware of the consequence if she did not listen.
She made her way softly into the room.
“Are… you asleep?”
His voice came from behind her the next second.
“Did I ask you to come now?”
Jumping with a shudder, Arianne felt around for the light switch but something had caused her to trip. With a cry, she fell face first to the floor.

Chapter 5 Wait For Me
A pair of arms surrounded her suddenly and pulled her back. Arianne could almost feel the dampness from his fresh shower and smelt the fragrance of body wash.
The arms that were wrapped around her waist let go abruptly.
“Please out.”
For some reason, his voice was a little raspy. Arianne had no idea how she had upset him again so she scurried off at once.
It was when she returned to the storeroom that she had regrets. She had forgotten to ask him about Will Sivan. Recalling what happened just now, however, the courage to seek him again slipped away from her.
When morning came the next day, Mary came into the storeroom with a glass of water.
“C’mon, Ari. Here’s some cold medicine.”
Arianne Wynn was puzzled. Mary did not know she caught a cold. Furthermore, how would Mary dare give her medication without Mark Tremont’s permission?
As if dismissing Arianne’s doubt, Mary sat down with a smile.
“Sir has gone on a business trip and will only be back in about a month. This was his instructions before he left. Here you go.”
Arianne could not point a finger to the feeling in her heart, but she felt inexplicably lighter hearing that he would temporarily not be around.
After taking the medication, Arianne went to school.
When she entered the studio, the dean personally came to pass her all the materials she had lacked.
“Miss Wynn, check if there’s anything else you’re missing.”
Arianne was taken aback. “No… nothing is missing. This is…?”
The dean did not explain, merely saying, “That’s good then.”
As the dean left, Arianne was lost in her thoughts, staring at the items she had received. Mark Tremont was surely not the source, since he would not have the time nor the effort to be concerned about her situation at school.
“Ari, I’ve heard that someone’s sponsored you anonymously. I didn’t expect the administration to work so quickly. Your paints are all better than mine.”
Tiffany Lane rummaged through the materials that the dean had sent over once she was here.
Arianne kept quiet as she arranged her new belongings.
“Hey, who was the one that picked you up yesterday? Crazy driving.”
Tiffany was a chatterbox, always spouting new topics whether Arianne replied to her or not.
“That’s my brother,” Arianne answered.
There was a slight pause from Tiffany.
“What sort of brother is he? He’s so wealthy yet here you are being groomed into a slum girl. Let me meet him next time.”
Arianne smiled. “Don’t criticize him. He’s actually very nice. He’s not my biological brother, so it isn’t his obligation to take care of me. He’s done more than his part.”
That was what she told herself too. She was a sinner, but Mark Tremont had given her shelter and taken care of her for ten years.
Tiffany pouted before beginning to guess the mystery sponsor in excitement.
“Who do you think is funding you? Will Sivan’s dad has kicked him out of the country and he won’t be coming back until a few years. Do you think it’s him? Someone has sponsored you right after his departure. Otherwise, it just doesn’t make sense.”
Stunned, Arianne found it more convincing that the sponsor was Will than Mark Tremont.
Thinking about Will Sivan who was like a gentle ray of sunshine, she felt her heart clench. Will Sivan’s departure was her fault…
During Mark Tremont’s absence, Arianne Wynn was a lot more relaxed. Tiffany had dragged her for a fun day out on her birthday, which was on the weekend. The former knew that she disliked crowds, thus she did not invite anyone else.
Before they went home, like a magic trick Tiffany produced two small gift boxes.
“These are presents from Will and I.”
Arianne did not accept them, she could not afford to return them anything of similar value. A look at the gift boxes was evident that the presents were costly.
“Thank you for spending the day with me. There’s no need for presents.”
Arianne breathed in deeply, it was the scent of the chilling breeze and snow.
Tiffany pushed the boxes into her hands.
“When I am nice to you, I don’t expect anything in return, but Will is the opposite case… Stand up straight. I’m gonna complete what he’s asked me to do.”
Unable to figure out what she was about to do, Arianne straightened up obediently.
Tiffany looked at Arianne in all seriousness.
“Ari, I’m Will Sivan. I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.”

Chapter 6 Hand In Hand With You Forever
There was a fleeting moment when Arianne saw Will’s shadow behind Tiffany. The three of them knew each other so well that Tiffany Lane had his tone and expression down impeccably.
Arianne’s heart skipped a beat. Her lips parted open, not sure of how to reply.
Tiffany waved at her with a grin.
“Alright, my mission is done. Whatever you have to say, tell Will yourself. Take care on your way home, see you tomorrow.”
She got into her car and left afterward, leaving Arianne stunned on the spot for a long time, what Tiffany had said just now kept replaying in her mind…
When Arianne arrived at the Tremont Estate, it had already past eight o’clock. She carefully opened the gift box to see that Tiffany had bought her a necklace, while Will had given her a bracelet. In Will’s gift box there was a note which wrote ‘Hand in hand with you forever’.
Blushing, Arianne hid the gifts in a cardboard box. Mark Tremont would never agree to the presence of such things, so she dared not wear them out.
All of a sudden, Mary’s voice came from behind.
“Ari, you’re back. Let me make you a birthday meal.”
Arianne picked herself up immediately.
“Mama Mary, there’s no need to. I’ve eaten already. Please rest early.”
Mary was hesitant to speak as she rubbed her cool hands together.
“Ari, sir has rushed back during the middle of his business trip to celebrate your birthday, most likely that is. I saw that he even brought home a present but he didn’t look happy when he saw that you weren’t home. Why are you back at this time? Sir hasn’t even had dinner…”
Arianne’s breath was stuck in her throat, a wave of panic flashed across her pale face. Mark Tremont forbade her from spending free time outside. She had accepted Tiffany’s invitation because she thought that he would not return so suddenly.
What triggered her warning siren was Mary’s interpretation. How was it possible that Mark Tremont had come back specifically to celebrate her birthday? A present was basically impossible.
Seeing that she was frightened, Mary held her hand.
“Don’t be afraid, sir won’t bite you. I’ll prepare his meal, you send it up to him. It’s your birthday today. Be sweet with your words, he won’t make things difficult for you.”
Arianne nodded. When Mary was done with the meal preparation, she carefully carried it upstairs, freeing a hand to knock at the room door.
“Are you there?”
There was no reply. Arianne had long grown accustomed to this. Mark Tremont was a guy of few words, so it was not uncommon for him to ignore people when he was not in a good mood.
Gritting her teeth, Arianne pushed the door open only to be shocked.
He had not even changed cloth, still clad in his tailor suit, while his hair was neat without a single strand out of place.
Containing herself to stay calm, Arianne put down the dinner and made her way to open the window on the side for better ventilation.
“Where have you been?” Mark Tremont asked without warning.
Frozen, the icy wind that came rushing straight through Arianne’s heart.
“My… friend asked me to hang out. I didn’t know that you came back.” Her voice was soft, drowned by the chilly wind that gushed in through the window. Arianne was not sure if he heard her clearly.
Apparently, his sense of hearing was excellent.
“Didn’t know that I came back? So you mean you can do whatever you want if I’m not here?”
Arianne Wynn felt ice cold, so piercing cold that she closed the window.
“No… I’ve made a mistake. I won’t do it again.”
She did not explain any further, nor did she wish to mention that it was her eighteenth birthday today. No matter the situation, she would just apologize for her fault as long as he was unhappy.
Mark Tremont let out a light scoff. He looked at the glass in his hand and walked up to her.
“It’s your birthday today.”
Looking at the drink he extended, Arianne dared not take it. She did not know how to drink, and it was his glass. She would be outrageously bold to touch it, not to mention drink from it.
“I… don’t know how to drink.”
With an upset frown, Mark Tremont pinched Arianne’s chin abruptly and poured a good flow of drink into her mouth. Arianne’s throat burned at once, making her cough incessantly.
Before she could recover from the harsh cough, she was suddenly pulled into Mark’s embrace.

Chapter 7 Give Me A Hand
Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of drink. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of drink wading from him right now.
Mark Tremont’s hug was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.
“The dinner is getting cold.” Arianne cried out in panic.
Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.
Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’
Mark Tremont pushed her down.
“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”
He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unable to discern his expression. She dared not look straight into his face. She could vaguely feel his rage.
She caught his hand.
“Don’t be like this…”
Her tone was pleading. Yet little did she know that a damsel in distress was the easiest way to attract him.
Mark Tremont’s hand moved to her face as he caressed her features.
“But your eyes were attracting me, they have always been attracting me. Why do you stare at me if you don’t want it?”
Arianne’s reply was tinged with a sob. “Mark Tremont… I… I’m on my period…”
His eyes darkened.
Arianne held her breath. Before she came upstairs, she had prepared herself. This loophole was foolproof as long as he did not check with his own eyes.
However, what extinguished her hope was that Mark Tremont did not let her go despite her announcement. Instead, the grazing on her neck that felt slightly raw put her on edge. She dared not resist him anymore, knowing that his patience had always been limited.
“Give me a hand,” he said as if ordering her.
Arianne stiffened up. She wanted to retract her hand but he had caught it in a death grip.
The drink in her system alleviated much of her psychological discomfort, rendering her mildly inebriated, now not aware of what she was doing. The concept of time had escaped her. Mark Tremont came down from above her and went into the bathroom before he quickly got out of the door.
Waking up in the next morning, Arianne Wynn was dumbstruck to see that she had slept in Mark Tremont’s room.
She had entered his room countless times throughout the years in the Tremont Estate but she had never stayed in his room for such a long time.
After recalling, a blush crept up her cheeks as she was dressing, despite her crushing headache. Other than the very last step, they had done everything yesterday. Even when she had been expecting this, she still felt uncomfortable.
The dinner she had carried up yesterday was left untouched on the coffee table. Arianne took it downstairs to see an unusually cheery Mary taking the food tray from her while joyously giving her a toasted sandwich.
“Eat up, I know that you like this. Sir’s been really nice to you. He rushed back to celebrate your birthday even if it was only for a few hours. You have no idea how hasty he was when he left…”
Arianne Wynn gave no reply, but in her mind she grumbled to herself, “Ugh, must have been difficult for Mark Tremont to make time and do that to her when he has such a tight schedule.”
Before she headed out, Mary hung her hand-knitted scarf on her. “In case others see your neck.”

Chapter 8 Someone Who Left You With The Strongest Impression
Arianne’s hand flew up to her neck, wearing a frown. She vaguely remembered that Mark Tremont had touched her there, he must have left a mark.
Unlike Arianne’s flustered state, Mary was delighted.
“Ari, just be with sir if he really likes you. You’ll have your favorite buttered bread for life and he’s good looking too. I don’t think there’s anything you’d disapprove of, seeming you’ve spent ten years with him after all.”
Arianne shied away from discussing the topic as she cut Mary off. “Mama Mary, I’m gonna be late for class. Bye!”
She fled out of the door as if she was running for her life.
Become Mark Tremont’s other half? If she was bored to death, sure.
When Arianne got to school, Tiffany Lane scooted to her and toyed with her scarf.
“Babe, what unique taste you’ve got there. Why does it feel so 99’s? But Ari always looks the best anyway. You look good, maybe even better if you wore a janitor’s uniform. Especially with your eyes, take a look at them… ah! You’re so captivating…”
Her eyes, Mark Tremont mentioned them yesterday as well. Arianne shuddered at the thought.
“Please stop joking.”
Suddenly, someone’s mobile phone rang. Both Tiffany and Arianne looked at each other.
Tiffany shrugged. “It’s not mine. That’s not my ringtone.”
Arianne perked her ears up, realizing that the ringtone seemed to have come from her bag. Taking off her backpack to check, a newest released model of a certain mobile phone brand was buzzing in a frenzy.
She was quite bewildered. Retrieving the phone, the incoming caller displayed that it was Mark Tremont.
When did he put the phone into her bag? He had even saved his number on it.
Arianne took a glance at Tiffany awkwardly and answered the call.
“Hello?”
Mark Tremont’s melodious voice, which lacked warmth, came from the other end.
“I’ve transferred you some money. I don’t want to see you looking like you’ve been maltreated the next time I return, it spoils my appetite.”
Spoils his appetite? He didn’t really mean his actual appetite by that, did he?
The phone call ended shortly and her mobile phone displayed a money transfer notification.
Arianne frantically turned off the phone and dropped it back into her bag, afraid of revealing what just happened. When she came into contact with the bank card in her bag, her hand shook. Why did it feel like an exchange for what happened yesterday? It was off-putting.
“Your brother gave this to you? This model costs around fifteen hundred dollars. Looks like he isn’t the worst to you,” Tiffany commented.
Arianne nodded. “Let’s go. Class is about to start.”
Luck was perhaps not on her side today. When they entered the studio, the tutor was not in a good mood as she instructed directly, “Today we are drawing someone who left you with the strongest impression. Feel free! You can refer to photos. There are no restrictions.”
Tiffany Lane was hyped as she stared at Arianne in anticipation. The latter was embarrassed.

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