My Mortal Enemy Regrets It!

Alexander glanced around the room before his eyes landed back on me. “Where’s Paul?”

One small blessing in these past few days was that Linda had just returned to the country today. As soon as she landed, she came over to help me take Paul away.

Ignoring Alexander’s broad shoulders and narrow waist, I focused on the candelabrum behind him. A square box, surrounded by smoke from the burning incense, was set in the middle of it—completely out of place with the sleek, modern decor.

“What do you think of that box?” I asked calmly, as Alexander followed my gaze.

He blinked and then squinted at the box. “The design is thoughtful enough, but the material.”

“Moll, if you want, I can immediately arrange to find the best urn and cemetery for your parents,” he said, holding my hand and trying to sound sincere.

At that moment, I could see why he would shamelessly pursue me. Maybe he had forgotten our long-standing feud.

I let out a cold laugh, speaking each word with intent. “Alexander, that’s an urn I made myself. And thank you for making me realize there’s no urn better than this one.”

When my parents took their own lives, they left me enough money to handle their affairs. Despite knowing the funds were sufficient, Alexander reported the money to the authorities, leading to it being frozen for investigation and leaving me briefly in financial trouble.

At the time, I had just enough to cover the cremation but was short on funds for the urn and burial. After spending a night with nothing but a plastic box, I reluctantly turned to Alexander for help.

I could endure any hardship myself, but I couldn’t let my parents suffer. They had done so much for me in their lives.

When my parents discovered that Paul was Alexander’s child, they reluctantly accepted him, the son of their family’s longtime enemy. They even considered reconciling and arranging a marriage between our families. Our families had been bitter rivals for generations, with many lives lost in our conflicts.

My parents went against our ancestors’ wishes to help me. They were so concerned for me that they wanted to give Alexander one final test by keeping Paul’s identity a secret.

The day Alexander was invited to our home, I listened from the shadows. My parents first asked Alexander about his feelings for me. After he expressed his affection, they inquired about the possibility of me marrying him with Paul. Alexander’s response, without hesitation, deeply moved my parents.

They let their guard down and eagerly pursued cooperation with Alexander, not realizing it was a trap set to take over the Louis family.

Back then, I was naive enough to think he was the same Alex I knew. So when I went to ask for his help, I had put aside all unrealistic hopes.