Imogen froze, her face drained of color. In that instant, one thought consumed her entirely. She realized that consequences always circle back. She grappled with the fear of imprisonment, unsure about her next steps.She hadn't managed to divorce yet. Would being Nathan's daughter-in-law disgrace the Morrisons if she ended up behind bars? Tears welled up, but she fought them back as she was led away, feeling utterly lost.…Meanwhile, Jasper hosted a dinner for Zoey and her parents, Marcel Layton and Rosalind Pearson. The Laytons were overjoyed in the restaurant.Upon learning Jasper's identity, Marcel and Rosalind had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their smiles widened with each passing moment, sensing that Zoey's worth was about to skyrocket.Jasper regarded the couple before him—one a former government official, the other a retired judge. Their status was seen as a powerful symbol of authority, especially among families like the Kingsleys.Despite enduring mistreatment,
Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."The three seemed unsettled."It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife. "You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents."Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly.Jasper smirked. He pulled out his phone and sent a mes
Imogen kept her focus on Mila as she spoke, quietly impressed to see that not all chemists fit the stereotypical image of being bald. Some were mature, attractive, and charming women like Mila."Later, more discrepancies emerged in the subsequent data. We had hoped our colleague would publicly rectify and address the flaws, but he struggled to manage it."Upon further questioning, he eventually confessed that the earlier data had been patched up by a part-time worker named Imogen Kingsley," Mila clarified.Imogen nervously addressed Mila, Terry, and the senior officials from the space agency. "I understand I made a mistake. Please, don't report me! I'll return the money. I'm ready to draft a statement or sign an agreement—whatever is necessary. I promise to keep all previous data confidential!""You've misunderstood, Imogen. We're not looking to send you to prison. We simply need your help in identifying the issue with this data," Mila said calmly.Imogen was stunned, glancing fir
Once they got in the car, the driver immediately started the engine and drove off.In frustration, Imogen leaned against the window, putting some distance between herself and Jasper. "Jasper, why do you have to put me on the spot?" Jasper closed his eyes and reclined against the seat, feigning sleep. "Putting you on the spot?" "Isn't it obvious? I don't want to be in the same space as you. I—" "Imogen," Jasper interrupted, "You can hate me, be angry with me, or even hit me. But you cannot divorce me." Imogen, still fuming, retorted, "This marriage is a sham. It was never valid!" "A sham?" Jasper chuckled bitterly, slowly opening his eyes and turning to look at her, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. "Do you think anyone would believe that?" he uttered. Imogen was rendered speechless by his question. She had heard of people marrying for money or appearances, but she had never heard of a wealthy man deceiving someone as poor as herself into marriage. "I-I..." she stammered,
Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away. She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend. His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank. Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat. Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen. Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead. Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm. Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy a
On the border of Norvania, Suzanne York was shocked to learn that her brother had sold her off for 100 thousand dollars to cover his gambling debts. Technive was a high-tech area that was a hotbed of criminal activity. It was known for scams, human trafficking, organ trading, and violence. People there didn't care about human life. Suzanne's beauty had caught the eye of criminals, who tried to force her to sell her body.Suzanne fought back with all her might, only to receive relentless beatings in return, leaving her clothes torn and her body bruised.Overwhelmed by pain, she finally thought of her husband, Nathan Morrison. "Please don't touch me. I can get my husband to give you as much money as you want. Please!" Suzanne sobbed as she refused for the last time.One of the criminals' jobs was to demand ransoms.The leader of the group, Ken, halted his men's attacks. He grabbed a phone and handed it to Suzanne. "Tell your husband to bring 20 million dollars. Anything less th
Nathan had bravely forged a path through bloodshed to fight off their country's enemies.Ken recalled that Nathan had fought in the Middle Eastern War and had come to be considered a national hero after he had defeated all his enemies.How could the fragile woman before them be his wife?"Don't worry about it. Nathan Morrison is a fearsome man. No idiot would dare to sell his wife. From what I know, he's still single." Unfazed, Ken reassured his men. "I bet her husband just has the same name as him. Keep calling her husband until he brings 20 million dollars."Ken's men kept trying to contact Nathan.Devastated, Suzanne slumped into a corner and closed her eyes in despair.…Some time passed before a deafening boom resounded, shaking the ground.Suzanne shuddered and opened her eyes.The men in the room, who had been playing cards while waiting for the money, were alarmed.Someone from the outside cried anxiously, "We're in trouble. Someone blasted our gate apart!""Blaste
Shaking in fear, Ken shouted threateningly, "Then, I'll take your wife down with me!"Nathan had never been one to succumb to threats, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, the sound of seven gunshots pierced through Suzanne's ears. Her body jolted violently before freezing in shock as her eyes screwed shut. She could feel blood splattering on her cheeks.At that moment, calling herself Nathan's wife seemed bitterly ironic.Nathan was here to save the thousands of victims trapped here, not her. So he wouldn't mind it if he accidentally killed her. Suzanne felt her heart clench in pain. Unable to endure the terror, she collapsed, losing consciousness.…The military headquarters was Norvania's largest weaponry production base and was heavily armed."No!"A nightmare jolted Suzanne awake. Her eyes shot open, and she found herself drenched in sweat.She panted softly and surveyed her surroundings.Her eyes quickly landed on a woman standing by her bedside. Th