His Plaything Became the Heiress He Can't Touch

"Don't start with me right now."

His tone was calm, not loud or harsh, but Carol still heard the firmness underneath.

Right now? What exactly did he mean by "right now"? When he was stuck choosing between his favorite and just someone to pass time with?

One was real love, the other just a fling.

Edward grabbed his jacket and slipped it on without even looking back. While heading out, he only left her one line: "Try to get some rest."

Carol didn't stop him-she knew better by now. She couldn't hold him even if she tried.

Edward hated being controlled, hated expectations. He was rebellious and did whatever he wanted. No one could really tell him what to do.

Her narrow, dreamy eyes blurred over. The silky curtains swayed wildly in the wind, casting torn shadows on the wall. She lay back down fast, yanking the blanket over her head.

Ever since she was little, Sophia had raised Carol like a proper heiress, drilling elegance and pride into her bones. Even if she loved Edward, even if she wanted him to stay and not go to Jessica, she would never stoop so low as to beg for his attention.

She had nowhere to be today, so when the clock hit ten, Carol was still curled up in bed.

It wasn't until Sophia called that she reluctantly got out.

"Baby, tomorrow's your birthday. Is there anything you want? Just tell me-I'll get it for you no matter what."

She blinked, rubbing her forehead. Oh, right-it really was tomorrow. She'd almost forgotten if not for the reminder.

"I don't really want anything. Don't bother buying stuff for me-use the money for yourself."

Even if Timothy had no love for Carol and Sophia, he wasn't stingy. She got a nearly million-dollar spending limit each month.

The money was controlled by Sophia. Carol had a salary and didn't rely on her mom financially, but it wasn't exactly pocket change. That amount was more than enough to survive a lifetime in some small countryside town.

But Sophia spent fast-designer bags, clothes, jewelry, cosmetic procedures, and her need to keep up appearances in her social circle.

"You're a good kid. The Dawson family spends a ton, so I won't add to that. Anyway, I'm sure Christopher and Edward will get you something amazing. By the way, did Edward mention any plans for your birthday?"

Carol stayed silent, eyes blankly glued to the ceiling.

If Edward was off with Jessica right now, she'd bet he hadn't spared a thought about her birthday in days.

Over the phone, Sophia was still ranting-about how if Raymond were still around, he'd gather the whole Dawson clan and throw some grand birthday party for her.

Too bad he was long gone.

Carol couldn't listen anymore. She made up an excuse and hung up.

Edward never came home that day. And Carol? She never stepped out of the penthouse.

Soon, the big day finally came.

Carol stood by the window, watching as the sunset painted the sky in deep orange. Just a couple more hours till nightfall, and clearly, Edward wasn't showing up.

A wave of disappointment hit her like a collapsing dam.

Then, right when she thought she'd hit rock bottom-Nathaniel showed up.

"Miss Bright, Mr. Dawson asked you to be at Maison Étoile at 8 tonight. This is the dress he picked out for you."

Carol looked down and instantly recognized the gown-it was the one-of-a-kind diamond-embellished evening dress that cost over ten million.

Shortly after, her phone buzzed. Edward had texted: [Got you a present. Be good and wait for me.]

Nathaniel even brought in one of the top styling teams in the country.

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, Carol couldn't help the excitement bubbling up inside her.

So Edward hadn't forgotten about her after all.

She was already fully dressed before 7 and couldn't wait any longer-she went early to the place Edward had reserved.

Maison Étoile was one of the poshest restaurants in Ravensburg. Edward had booked the entire place, and every detail showed effort.

Her hair had been styled into soft wheat-like waves, loosely pinned up with tiny pearls and diamond accents. She looked like a noble princess straight out of a European fairytale.

The champagne-colored gown shimmered as she walked, the soft lighting making her cool beauty look almost unreal. Her eyes, glowing like they held moonlight, carried a soft, unspoken tenderness.

The waiters at Maison Étoile were visibly stunned by her presence, quickly realizing she was the star of the night and scrambled to impress her with sweet talk.

Tips were bound to be generous tonight, and Carol was in high spirits, tipping without hesitation.

She chose a window seat, quietly waiting. Her red lips curled into a faint, sincere smile, full of anticipation.

Outside, the wind howled. The sky shifted from a warm red glow to a deep, shadowy black, like hot water turning to ice.

Carol waited from 7 all the way till 9, but there was still no sign of Edward.

The long wait was wearing her out. She kept checking her compact mirror, fixing her makeup again and again. She just wanted to look perfect for the gift Edward had arranged.

But the longer she waited, the more her patience wore thin. Even the waiters started whispering among themselves, guessing she'd been stood up.

She hugged her arms, now cold and stiff, and told herself he must've been held up by something.

By the time 10 rolled around-two hours past the agreed time-she couldn't take it anymore and called him.

It rang for a while before someone finally picked up.

"Hey, Edward?"

But it wasn't Edward-it was a soft female voice on the other line. "Carol? It's Jessica."

Carol froze. She hadn't expected that at all.

Her first instinct was to clench her fists, then she slowly let go. "Miss Green, I was looking for Mr. Dawson," she said, switching to formal speech.

"Oh, Carol, Edward just got in the shower. He won't be out for a bit. But if you're not in a rush, I'll have him call you back once he's done. Sound okay?"Jessica sounded all sweet and understanding on the other end, tossing Carol a so-called perfect middle-ground solution.

Shower? Edward's in the shower? So that means he's with Jessica...

Carol's chest tightened like someone poured boiling oil over her heart. Her knuckles went white from gripping the phone too hard. She was barely keeping it together, forcing her voice to sound calm and steady.

"Alright. Thanks, Miss Green."

The phone slipped right out of her hand and hit the floor. She didn't even register it.

A few minutes later, it buzzed again, snapping her out of her daze. She scrambled to grab it, heart pounding.

Not a call. A message from Edward.

[Jessica's not feeling well, I need to stay with her. You go ahead and eat something and get some rest. Don't wait up.]

She had waited for four whole hours, and this... this was what she got in return.

Every time it came down to a choice between Jessica and her, Edward never picked her.

In Edward's world, Jessica was always the number one.

Last night was like that. And now, on her own birthday, it was the same damn story.

Carol's body went rigid, like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Her whole being was trembling. The pain crawled under her skin like creeper vines, twisting and digging in deep. It felt like someone was peeling her open and stabbing needles right under her nails, then slamming her soul against a wall.

A waiter nearby, discreetly waiting for instructions, noticed something was off.

"Miss Bright, it's nearly eleven. Should we go ahead and serve the dishes now?"

Carol didn't respond. Her eyes, dark and glassy, shimmered with unfallen tears. She gripped her phone tighter and stood up, scanning the perfectly arranged hall.

Then her gaze caught her own reflection in the glass.

What looked back at her seemed almost stripped bare, like someone left her naked in front of a crowd just to be laughed at. The whole setup suddenly looked ridiculous.

She stumbled out of the Maison Étoile banquet hall like she couldn't hear anything anymore. The waiter's voice faded behind her. Her once graceful steps turned weak and unsteady. The confidence and brightness she walked in with were completely gone.

Rain had started to fall outside, wrapping everything in a faint mist that blurred the world around her. People on the street were rushing to get out of the rain, shielding themselves and running.

Not Carol. She let the rain soak her completely, walking silently and blindly through the crowd. Her eyes were blank, her lips pressed shut, moving like a puppet that someone forgot to control.

Crushed flowers lay puddled on the ground nearby, sticky and broken, like someone had spilled a jar of honey and left it to rot.

She couldn't believe how foolish she'd been, actually thinking Edward might care.

A man hell-bent on payback could never love her.

Suddenly, bright headlights blasted out of nowhere. A car engine roared.

Carol instinctively turned her head, eyes widening-

A car was coming straight at her.

Meanwhile, Edward, still with Jessica, answered a call.

"Are you Carol's family member?"

His face tensed, a sinking fear creeping into his voice. "Yes, what happened?"

"She's been in a car accident. It's serious. She's in the ER. You need to come now."