After three years together, Vivian believed Jonah Granger had given her his all. Until she heard it with her own ears — he planned to rip out her heart to save the woman he truly loved. Only then did Vivian learn the truth: he was never just an ordinary man, but a powerful, untouchable CEO. He didn't become a doctor for her. He didn't come back to the country for her. In fact, he had never felt a single thing for her. Three years of being a fool. Three years of everyone's joke. Vivian turned and walked away — and married someone else. When Jonah Granger heard the news, his eyes went red. He pulled her into his arms, held on like he was drowning, and whispered, raw and broken: "Vivian… I never agreed to this. I never agreed." Silas Sterling was blind. But he was also rich, ruthless, and sharp as a blade. At his grandfather's request, Vivian agreed to an arranged marriage. Time and again, she tried to knock him off his cold, untouchable throne — and failed every single time. Then one night, feeling defeated, she showed up at a banquet — and ran straight into Jonah. Before she could even speak, her supposedly blind husband appeared out of nowhere. He pulled her close, pressed his lips to her ear, and murmured softly: "Darling, giving up already? Try again. I'm ready to surrender."

Chapter 1In their three years together, Jonah Granger had never slept with Vivian Fairchild.While out with friends, Vivian brought this up and casually sent him a text on a dare.[Man, having a stunner like Vivian by your side is a complete waste if you aren't going to touch her. Why don't you break up with her and pass her to me? The scent of her is driving me crazy.]Almost immediately, Jonah called."Vivian, where are you?""I've been busy contacting a top reconstruction specialist in Switzerland for you over the last couple of days, which is why I haven't checked in. Send me your location, and I'll come pick you up, okay?"His coaxing voice echoed from the receiver.Vivian smirked, raising a triumphant brow at her two friends across the table. "No need, I'm with Chloe. I'll head back on my own later."Ending the call, she looked up. "Any further questions?""It sounds perfectly fine, but..."Chloe Jones crossed her arms. "It still feels wrong. What normal man could resist you for three years?" She nudged Weston Yates beside her. "Could you hold back?"Weston blinked, seemingly lost in thought for a second, before blurting out, "Of course not!""See?"Chloe concluded firmly, "Jonah has a problem."Whether he had a problem or not, Vivian knew better than anyone that for the past three years, this man had loved her with his entire heart.Three years ago, a car accident nearly cost Vivian her leg. Unable to accept her new reality, her temper became volatile and vicious. Through it all, Jonah stayed by her side, caring for her relentlessly.Even when she broke down and screamed at him to get the hell out, he would simply step outside, take a deep breath, and walk back in with a smile, announcing he had rolled right back.This man was her private doctor, but more importantly, he was the center of her world.Thinking about all of this, a sudden, desperate urge to see him washed over Vivian."You guys have fun. I'm heading home."She grabbed her purse and stood. The tight black slip dress hugged her stunning curves, highlighting her long, slender legs. Aside from a slight weakness in her left leg when she walked, there was no obvious sign of her injury.On the drive back, Vivian stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers.He had performed well today; he deserved a little reward.Buzzing with excitement, she deliberately softened her footsteps as she approached the front door, hoping to give Jonah a surprise.As she drew closer, the muffled sound of a conversation drifted from inside.Vivian paused.Did they have guests?"I just don't understand. Since the one you truly love is our Amara, why not confess to her directly? Why... string Vivian along for so long?"Inside, Dominic Fairchild looked at Jonah with a hesitant expression."If you don't want to talk about it, that's perfectly fine. I was just asking."The man ran his long fingers thoughtfully along the edge of his teacup before finally speaking in a low, measured tone. "Mr. Fairchild, you know Amara grew up struggling financially with her mother. She might look fragile, but underneath, she's fiercely sensitive and proud. With my status... I was worried a direct confession would scare her away. It was better to take it slow. Please make sure you don't let it slip."He lifted his gaze nonchalantly. "Besides, I've taken excellent care of Miss Fairchild these past three years, haven't I?""Yes, yes, of course," Dominic hurriedly agreed. "You're Northside's crown prince. Condescending to act as Vivian's private doctor is a true blessing for her."A faint smirk touched Jonah's lips, and he didn't argue."On another note, the transplant specialist in Switzerland is all set."Dominic's eyes lit up. "Really?""Yes." Jonah's gaze grew dark and predatory, his voice completely cold. "I've already arranged it with Vivian. In half a month, I'll take her to Switzerland for her leg reconstruction surgery, and we can seamlessly harvest her heart valve for Amara at the same time.""That's fantastic!"Dominic was practically glowing with joy, but a fleeting thought of his other daughter made him hesitate. "But if we do that, what happens to Vivian...?""Don't worry, Mr. Fairchild. I won't let anything happen to her."Jonah's voice carried the absolute certainty of a man who ruled his world."The mechanical heart valves developed in Switzerland are cutting-edge. I've nursed Vivian's body to peak condition over the last two years, so she'll handle the mechanical valve without a problem. But Amara... she can't afford to wait any longer."Dominic fell silent for a moment before sighing heavily. "I owe Amara too much. As long as she recovers, I'm willing to pay any price."Jonah gave a low hum of agreement, leaning back lazily. "I heard the Sterling family and the Fairchild family arranged a marriage years ago, and they've been pressing the issue recently? You should just marry Vivian off to them. A woman with a crippled leg and a blind man. It's a perfect match."***Whatever else they said, Vivian didn't hear it.Her hand slowly slipped from the doorknob as a violent tremor seized her entire body.One was her father. The other was the man she believed cherished her more than life itself... and they had been colluding all along, plotting to rip out her heart valve to save Amara Fairchild!At the thought of Amara, Vivian clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.Why did the illegitimate daughter of a homewrecker get all of Dominic's love?And Jonah...Forcing herself to breathe, Vivian pulled out her phone and with shaking fingers typed his name into the search engine.The Wikipedia entry loaded instantly. Jonah Granger: Heir to the Granger Group in Northside. Known for keeping a notoriously low profile, there were no public photos of him.Heh... the mighty crown prince of the Granger family had lowered himself to play a lowly private doctor just to stay near Amara. What a sacrifice.Vivian closed her bloodshot eyes, turned around, and got back into her car.She didn't want to stay in this place for another second.She checked into a random hotel, drawing a hot bath to soothe the violent storm raging in her chest.Vivian was known in their social circles as a breathtaking beauty, but matching her stunning looks was an equally ruthless, vindictive streak.Since Dominic and Jonah were so desperate to save Amara, and so eager to marry her off to the Sterling family—She would give them exactly what they wanted.But it wasn't going to be that easy.Leaning against the headboard, Vivian stared into the distance for a long time before dialing a number. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "Mr. Sterling, I agree to your previous proposal. I'll marry Silas Sterling,, but on one condition."Old Mr. Sterling didn't seem entirely surprised by her call. He chuckled warmly. "What condition? Now, Vivian, if it's too outrageous, I won't agree.""It's nothing outrageous. In fact, it's good news."A cold smirk curved on Vivian's lips. "I want to move the wedding date forward.""Forward to when?""In half a month."Old Mr. Sterling paused in surprise before happily agreeing.After ending the call, Vivian opened iMessage. Jonah had sent a barrage of texts, filled with sweet, caring words that now looked sickeningly genuine.She scoffed, tossing the phone aside.Time to sleep.She fully expected to lie awake all night, but surprisingly, she slept straight through until morning.Vivian ran a hand through her hair and sat up. Checking her phone, she saw it was already nine. The screen displayed two missed calls from Jonah.She glanced at them before locking the screen and heading to the bathroom to get ready.Returning to the villa she shared with Jonah, a suffocating wave of complicated emotions hit her.That man... had been loving Amara right under her nose.And she hadn't suspected a damn thing!Vivian took a deep breath and stepped inside.Perhaps she had done enough mental preparation at the door, because when Amara's obnoxious figure entered her line of sight, Vivian barely felt a ripple of emotion."Vivian, you're back."The moment Amara saw her, she stood up, looking slightly flustered."I-I didn't have much going on today, so Dad asked me to come see you."Vivian shot her a passing glance, then shifted her gaze to the glass of milk on the coffee table—filled to exactly sixty percent, a clear trademark of Jonah's exactness.She let out a sharp laugh. "Did he send you to see me, or did he send you to get yelled at? Your dad really does love you. He knows I despise you, yet he constantly pushes you in my face.""Vivian...""Drop the pitiful act. It doesn't work on me."Amara's face turned as pale as paper. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a cold, elegant voice echoed from behind."Amara just wants to build a connection with you. There's no need to be so aggressive."Jonah stood there in a gray casual outfit, his tall, imposing figure exuding an untouchable, aloof aura. Even just standing in the room, he commanded the entire space.Vivian looked at him with a mocking smile. "What, is Dr. Granger feeling protective?"Jonah frowned at her sarcastic tone."I'm fine, Dr. Granger. Vivian is just joking with me," Amara quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She wore a fragile smile that made her look incredibly helpless.Vivian almost laughed out loud.She wanted nothing more than to rip that fake mask right off her face, but she held back, knowing it would be much sweeter to destroy her slowly.Jonah gave Vivian a deep, meaningful look, but when he turned back to Amara, his voice was so gentle it could melt ice. "Amara, are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home to rest.""Why go back so soon?"Vivian suddenly realized that watching them put on this pathetic act was actually quite entertaining.She arched an eyebrow. "Didn't you come here to bond? Come on, let's go out and do some shopping."A flash of shock crossed Amara's eyes before she eagerly nodded. "Sure! We haven't ever gone shopping together before!"If she was going, Jonah naturally wasn't going to miss it.The three of them drove to the mall.When they got out of the car, Amara walked ahead, and Jonah instinctively followed her. He took two steps before suddenly remembering something, stopping in his tracks to turn around."Vivian, where did you sleep last night?"It was genuinely impressive he could even remember to ask while the love of his life was standing right there.Staring at his familiar face, Vivian felt a wave of pure disgust for the first time. She replied coldly, "I had too much to drink and stayed at a hotel with Chloe."The man nodded. "As long as you're safe."With that, he extended his long legs, easily catching up to Amara in two strides.He whispered something to her, and Amara's pale face bloomed into a radiant smile. The sparkle in her eyes was so infectious that the man beside her couldn't help but smile back.The sight stabbed into Vivian's heart.She suddenly realized how often this exact scenario had played out in the past.Whenever she made a sharp comment at Amara, Jonah was always there to gently defend her.Whenever Amara looked even remotely uncomfortable, Jonah was the first to rush to her side.Wherever Amara wanted to go, Jonah would always coax Vivian into going, only to 'coincidentally' bring Amara along.She used to think it was just his compassionate nature as a doctor.She never imagined she was the punchline to his twisted joke.Fortunately, it was all about to end.Vivian gave a self-deprecating smirk and took her time walking inside.She stayed silent the entire way, while Amara's mouth never stopped moving. It really did look like a younger sister desperately trying to please her older sibling, constantly finding new topics to babble about."Vivian."Jonah finally snapped, turning his dark gaze to the woman who had been radiating frost the whole time."If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to. But since you're here, at least show Amara some basic respect.""Dr. Granger...!" Amara looked utterly panicked, terrified they might fight over her. She shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's okay, this is just how Vivian is. I'm used to it. It really doesn't matter."The faint, bitter smile on her lips spoke volumes.Vivian smirked, her icy gaze dropping to Amara's hand.She was currently clinging to Jonah's arm, looking incredibly intimate."You really are used to it."Amara acted as if she had just noticed Vivian's stare and immediately yanked her hand back. "I-I wasn't... Please don't misunderstand, I...""Stop stuttering like a broken record," Vivian waved her hand dismissively, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "If you like clinging to him, go ahead. Just make sure you never let go."She scoffed, sweeping past them with an elegant, unbothered grace.Jonah's brow furrowed heavily. He wanted to say something, but swallowed the words.Only when Vivian was further ahead did he turn back and speak softly. "Amara, you're not well. Don't let her upset you. Whatever you want today, just pick it out. I'll buy it for you, alright?"Amara shook her head, looking disheartened. "It's okay, Jonah. I have my own money."Vivian couldn't care less about their dramatic little duet. In the three years she had been with Jonah, she had never spent his money. Now that she knew he was Northside's crown prince, she wasn't about to pass up this final opportunity to bleed his wallet dry.Jonah, to his credit, played the part perfectly.She browsed and selected items at the front, while he quietly paid the bills trailing behind.It wasn't until they walked into the Hermès boutique that Amara finally bit her lip and spoke up. "Vivian... Dr. Granger has already spent so much. Shouldn't we look somewhere else?""What, does it break your heart seeing me spend his money?""..."Vivian gave her a sharp look before turning to the man beside her, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, Dr. Granger isn't exactly strapped for cash, right, Doctor?"Jonah didn't even blink, giving a low hum of agreement to Vivian's question while his eyes stayed firmly on Amara."If there's anything you like, Amara, just have them wrap it up."Amara looked incredibly flattered. "Really, Dr. Granger?""Really."Vivian rolled her eyes, scoffing at their blatant flirting.She turned her back on them and focused on the bags.Amara shot Jonah a helpless, completely innocent look, as if she were deeply accustomed to Vivian's harsh treatment.Jonah's brow furrowed, a flash of undeniable heartache passing through his dark eyes.Seeing Vivian engaged in conversation with the sales associate, Amara shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "Dr. Granger, you rushed me to the hospital the last time I passed out. I never got the chance to properly thank you.""Your health is the priority."Jonah's voice was remarkably tender. "I was just the closest person around. It was a coincidence."Hearing this, Vivian almost burst out laughing.A coincidence?Whenever Amara was around, Jonah was always the closest person to her, ensuring she was constantly protected.There was no such thing as a coincidence!As Amara chatted with Jonah, her eyes suddenly caught a display case. "Wow, that bag is gorgeous... and that one too!""I'm sorry, miss, but those two pieces require a purchase history we can't fulfill right now. Would you like to look at something else?""Oh... you can't get them?"Amara's excitement deflated instantly, and she fell silent.Vivian glanced over. Both bags were limited editions, the kind that money alone couldn't buy. The last time Jonah had brought her here, she had wanted them too. What had he said to her then?Right.He told her to just buy something else, since all bags looked the same anyway.But now, watching Amara look so disappointed, a thoughtful expression crossed Jonah's face. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent off two messages.Less than ten minutes later, the sales associate answered a call."Miss Fairchild."She approached Amara, her posture far more respectful than before, and offered a bright smile. "Those two bags you just looked at—we can actually have them transferred from another region for you. Please come with me to the VIP room, and I'll walk you through the details."Amara looked stunned, clearly not understanding what had just happened."How... are they suddenly available?""Our store's allocation is completely exhausted, but our regional president just called. He said Northside's crown prince, Mr. Granger, gave the order personally. If Miss Amara wants these bags, we must secure them at all costs—and they are completely on the house."The sales associate's eyes practically glowed with envy. "The president said Mr. Granger arranged it himself. Miss Fairchild, you are so incredibly lucky."Amara froze, a delicate blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't know a Mr. Granger... why would he...""It means he must be a secret admirer!"The sales associate piled on the flattery. "Besides, you're so beautiful, Miss Fairchild. You absolutely deserve it!"Jonah watched Amara with a gaze full of pure indulgence, effortlessly playing along with the associate's narrative. "She's right. You deserve it.""You don't need to tease me... If we're talking about beauty, I could never compare to Vivian."Amara turned to look at Vivian, unable to hide the smug curl of her lips, laying on the fake sweetness. "Vivian, Mr. Granger gifted me two bags. Let's each take one!"Vivian, who had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacular performance on Jonah's face, casually pulled her gaze away when Amara called her name.What could she even say...In a twisted way, these two truly were a match made in heaven.Chapter 2In their three years together, Jonah Granger had never slept with Vivian Fairchild.While out with friends, Vivian brought this up and casually sent him a text on a dare.[Man, having a stunner like Vivian by your side is a complete waste if you aren't going to touch her. Why don't you break up with her and pass her to me? The scent of her is driving me crazy.]Almost immediately, Jonah called."Vivian, where are you?""I've been busy contacting a top reconstruction specialist in Switzerland for you over the last couple of days, which is why I haven't checked in. Send me your location, and I'll come pick you up, okay?"His coaxing voice echoed from the receiver.Vivian smirked, raising a triumphant brow at her two friends across the table. "No need, I'm with Chloe. I'll head back on my own later."Ending the call, she looked up. "Any further questions?""It sounds perfectly fine, but..."Chloe Jones crossed her arms. "It still feels wrong. What normal man could resist you for three years?" She nudged Weston Yates beside her. "Could you hold back?"Weston blinked, seemingly lost in thought for a second, before blurting out, "Of course not!""See?"Chloe concluded firmly, "Jonah has a problem."Whether he had a problem or not, Vivian knew better than anyone that for the past three years, this man had loved her with his entire heart.Three years ago, a car accident nearly cost Vivian her leg. Unable to accept her new reality, her temper became volatile and vicious. Through it all, Jonah stayed by her side, caring for her relentlessly.Even when she broke down and screamed at him to get the hell out, he would simply step outside, take a deep breath, and walk back in with a smile, announcing he had rolled right back.This man was her private doctor, but more importantly, he was the center of her world.Thinking about all of this, a sudden, desperate urge to see him washed over Vivian."You guys have fun. I'm heading home."She grabbed her purse and stood. The tight black slip dress hugged her stunning curves, highlighting her long, slender legs. Aside from a slight weakness in her left leg when she walked, there was no obvious sign of her injury.On the drive back, Vivian stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers.He had performed well today; he deserved a little reward.Buzzing with excitement, she deliberately softened her footsteps as she approached the front door, hoping to give Jonah a surprise.As she drew closer, the muffled sound of a conversation drifted from inside.Vivian paused.Did they have guests?"I just don't understand. Since the one you truly love is our Amara, why not confess to her directly? Why... string Vivian along for so long?"Inside, Dominic Fairchild looked at Jonah with a hesitant expression."If you don't want to talk about it, that's perfectly fine. I was just asking."The man ran his long fingers thoughtfully along the edge of his teacup before finally speaking in a low, measured tone. "Mr. Fairchild, you know Amara grew up struggling financially with her mother. She might look fragile, but underneath, she's fiercely sensitive and proud. With my status... I was worried a direct confession would scare her away. It was better to take it slow. Please make sure you don't let it slip."He lifted his gaze nonchalantly. "Besides, I've taken excellent care of Miss Fairchild these past three years, haven't I?""Yes, yes, of course," Dominic hurriedly agreed. "You're Northside's crown prince. Condescending to act as Vivian's private doctor is a true blessing for her."A faint smirk touched Jonah's lips, and he didn't argue."On another note, the transplant specialist in Switzerland is all set."Dominic's eyes lit up. "Really?""Yes." Jonah's gaze grew dark and predatory, his voice completely cold. "I've already arranged it with Vivian. In half a month, I'll take her to Switzerland for her leg reconstruction surgery, and we can seamlessly harvest her heart valve for Amara at the same time.""That's fantastic!"Dominic was practically glowing with joy, but a fleeting thought of his other daughter made him hesitate. "But if we do that, what happens to Vivian...?""Don't worry, Mr. Fairchild. I won't let anything happen to her."Jonah's voice carried the absolute certainty of a man who ruled his world."The mechanical heart valves developed in Switzerland are cutting-edge. I've nursed Vivian's body to peak condition over the last two years, so she'll handle the mechanical valve without a problem. But Amara... she can't afford to wait any longer."Dominic fell silent for a moment before sighing heavily. "I owe Amara too much. As long as she recovers, I'm willing to pay any price."Jonah gave a low hum of agreement, leaning back lazily. "I heard the Sterling family and the Fairchild family arranged a marriage years ago, and they've been pressing the issue recently? You should just marry Vivian off to them. A woman with a crippled leg and a blind man. It's a perfect match."***Whatever else they said, Vivian didn't hear it.Her hand slowly slipped from the doorknob as a violent tremor seized her entire body.One was her father. The other was the man she believed cherished her more than life itself... and they had been colluding all along, plotting to rip out her heart valve to save Amara Fairchild!At the thought of Amara, Vivian clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.Why did the illegitimate daughter of a homewrecker get all of Dominic's love?And Jonah...Forcing herself to breathe, Vivian pulled out her phone and with shaking fingers typed his name into the search engine.The Wikipedia entry loaded instantly. Jonah Granger: Heir to the Granger Group in Northside. Known for keeping a notoriously low profile, there were no public photos of him.Heh... the mighty crown prince of the Granger family had lowered himself to play a lowly private doctor just to stay near Amara. What a sacrifice.Vivian closed her bloodshot eyes, turned around, and got back into her car.She didn't want to stay in this place for another second.She checked into a random hotel, drawing a hot bath to soothe the violent storm raging in her chest.Vivian was known in their social circles as a breathtaking beauty, but matching her stunning looks was an equally ruthless, vindictive streak.Since Dominic and Jonah were so desperate to save Amara, and so eager to marry her off to the Sterling family—She would give them exactly what they wanted.But it wasn't going to be that easy.Leaning against the headboard, Vivian stared into the distance for a long time before dialing a number. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "Mr. Sterling, I agree to your previous proposal. I'll marry Silas Sterling,, but on one condition."Old Mr. Sterling didn't seem entirely surprised by her call. He chuckled warmly. "What condition? Now, Vivian, if it's too outrageous, I won't agree.""It's nothing outrageous. In fact, it's good news."A cold smirk curved on Vivian's lips. "I want to move the wedding date forward.""Forward to when?""In half a month."Old Mr. Sterling paused in surprise before happily agreeing.After ending the call, Vivian opened iMessage. Jonah had sent a barrage of texts, filled with sweet, caring words that now looked sickeningly genuine.She scoffed, tossing the phone aside.Time to sleep.She fully expected to lie awake all night, but surprisingly, she slept straight through until morning.Vivian ran a hand through her hair and sat up. Checking her phone, she saw it was already nine. The screen displayed two missed calls from Jonah.She glanced at them before locking the screen and heading to the bathroom to get ready.Returning to the villa she shared with Jonah, a suffocating wave of complicated emotions hit her.That man... had been loving Amara right under her nose.And she hadn't suspected a damn thing!Vivian took a deep breath and stepped inside.Perhaps she had done enough mental preparation at the door, because when Amara's obnoxious figure entered her line of sight, Vivian barely felt a ripple of emotion."Vivian, you're back."The moment Amara saw her, she stood up, looking slightly flustered."I-I didn't have much going on today, so Dad asked me to come see you."Vivian shot her a passing glance, then shifted her gaze to the glass of milk on the coffee table—filled to exactly sixty percent, a clear trademark of Jonah's exactness.She let out a sharp laugh. "Did he send you to see me, or did he send you to get yelled at? Your dad really does love you. He knows I despise you, yet he constantly pushes you in my face.""Vivian...""Drop the pitiful act. It doesn't work on me."Amara's face turned as pale as paper. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a cold, elegant voice echoed from behind."Amara just wants to build a connection with you. There's no need to be so aggressive."Jonah stood there in a gray casual outfit, his tall, imposing figure exuding an untouchable, aloof aura. Even just standing in the room, he commanded the entire space.Vivian looked at him with a mocking smile. "What, is Dr. Granger feeling protective?"Jonah frowned at her sarcastic tone."I'm fine, Dr. Granger. Vivian is just joking with me," Amara quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She wore a fragile smile that made her look incredibly helpless.Vivian almost laughed out loud.She wanted nothing more than to rip that fake mask right off her face, but she held back, knowing it would be much sweeter to destroy her slowly.Jonah gave Vivian a deep, meaningful look, but when he turned back to Amara, his voice was so gentle it could melt ice. "Amara, are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home to rest.""Why go back so soon?"Vivian suddenly realized that watching them put on this pathetic act was actually quite entertaining.She arched an eyebrow. "Didn't you come here to bond? Come on, let's go out and do some shopping."A flash of shock crossed Amara's eyes before she eagerly nodded. "Sure! We haven't ever gone shopping together before!"If she was going, Jonah naturally wasn't going to miss it.The three of them drove to the mall.When they got out of the car, Amara walked ahead, and Jonah instinctively followed her. He took two steps before suddenly remembering something, stopping in his tracks to turn around."Vivian, where did you sleep last night?"It was genuinely impressive he could even remember to ask while the love of his life was standing right there.Staring at his familiar face, Vivian felt a wave of pure disgust for the first time. She replied coldly, "I had too much to drink and stayed at a hotel with Chloe."The man nodded. "As long as you're safe."With that, he extended his long legs, easily catching up to Amara in two strides.He whispered something to her, and Amara's pale face bloomed into a radiant smile. The sparkle in her eyes was so infectious that the man beside her couldn't help but smile back.The sight stabbed into Vivian's heart.She suddenly realized how often this exact scenario had played out in the past.Whenever she made a sharp comment at Amara, Jonah was always there to gently defend her.Whenever Amara looked even remotely uncomfortable, Jonah was the first to rush to her side.Wherever Amara wanted to go, Jonah would always coax Vivian into going, only to 'coincidentally' bring Amara along.She used to think it was just his compassionate nature as a doctor.She never imagined she was the punchline to his twisted joke.Fortunately, it was all about to end.Vivian gave a self-deprecating smirk and took her time walking inside.She stayed silent the entire way, while Amara's mouth never stopped moving. It really did look like a younger sister desperately trying to please her older sibling, constantly finding new topics to babble about."Vivian."Jonah finally snapped, turning his dark gaze to the woman who had been radiating frost the whole time."If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to. But since you're here, at least show Amara some basic respect.""Dr. Granger...!" Amara looked utterly panicked, terrified they might fight over her. She shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's okay, this is just how Vivian is. I'm used to it. It really doesn't matter."The faint, bitter smile on her lips spoke volumes.Vivian smirked, her icy gaze dropping to Amara's hand.She was currently clinging to Jonah's arm, looking incredibly intimate."You really are used to it."Amara acted as if she had just noticed Vivian's stare and immediately yanked her hand back. "I-I wasn't... Please don't misunderstand, I...""Stop stuttering like a broken record," Vivian waved her hand dismissively, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "If you like clinging to him, go ahead. Just make sure you never let go."She scoffed, sweeping past them with an elegant, unbothered grace.Jonah's brow furrowed heavily. He wanted to say something, but swallowed the words.Only when Vivian was further ahead did he turn back and speak softly. "Amara, you're not well. Don't let her upset you. Whatever you want today, just pick it out. I'll buy it for you, alright?"Amara shook her head, looking disheartened. "It's okay, Jonah. I have my own money."Vivian couldn't care less about their dramatic little duet. In the three years she had been with Jonah, she had never spent his money. Now that she knew he was Northside's crown prince, she wasn't about to pass up this final opportunity to bleed his wallet dry.Jonah, to his credit, played the part perfectly.She browsed and selected items at the front, while he quietly paid the bills trailing behind.It wasn't until they walked into the Hermès boutique that Amara finally bit her lip and spoke up. "Vivian... Dr. Granger has already spent so much. Shouldn't we look somewhere else?""What, does it break your heart seeing me spend his money?""..."Vivian gave her a sharp look before turning to the man beside her, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, Dr. Granger isn't exactly strapped for cash, right, Doctor?"Jonah didn't even blink, giving a low hum of agreement to Vivian's question while his eyes stayed firmly on Amara."If there's anything you like, Amara, just have them wrap it up."Amara looked incredibly flattered. "Really, Dr. Granger?""Really."Vivian rolled her eyes, scoffing at their blatant flirting.She turned her back on them and focused on the bags.Amara shot Jonah a helpless, completely innocent look, as if she were deeply accustomed to Vivian's harsh treatment.Jonah's brow furrowed, a flash of undeniable heartache passing through his dark eyes.Seeing Vivian engaged in conversation with the sales associate, Amara shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "Dr. Granger, you rushed me to the hospital the last time I passed out. I never got the chance to properly thank you.""Your health is the priority."Jonah's voice was remarkably tender. "I was just the closest person around. It was a coincidence."Hearing this, Vivian almost burst out laughing.A coincidence?Whenever Amara was around, Jonah was always the closest person to her, ensuring she was constantly protected.There was no such thing as a coincidence!As Amara chatted with Jonah, her eyes suddenly caught a display case. "Wow, that bag is gorgeous... and that one too!""I'm sorry, miss, but those two pieces require a purchase history we can't fulfill right now. Would you like to look at something else?""Oh... you can't get them?"Amara's excitement deflated instantly, and she fell silent.Vivian glanced over. Both bags were limited editions, the kind that money alone couldn't buy. The last time Jonah had brought her here, she had wanted them too. What had he said to her then?Right.He told her to just buy something else, since all bags looked the same anyway.But now, watching Amara look so disappointed, a thoughtful expression crossed Jonah's face. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent off two messages.Less than ten minutes later, the sales associate answered a call."Miss Fairchild."She approached Amara, her posture far more respectful than before, and offered a bright smile. "Those two bags you just looked at—we can actually have them transferred from another region for you. Please come with me to the VIP room, and I'll walk you through the details."Amara looked stunned, clearly not understanding what had just happened."How... are they suddenly available?""Our store's allocation is completely exhausted, but our regional president just called. He said Northside's crown prince, Mr. Granger, gave the order personally. If Miss Amara wants these bags, we must secure them at all costs—and they are completely on the house."The sales associate's eyes practically glowed with envy. "The president said Mr. Granger arranged it himself. Miss Fairchild, you are so incredibly lucky."Amara froze, a delicate blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't know a Mr. Granger... why would he...""It means he must be a secret admirer!"The sales associate piled on the flattery. "Besides, you're so beautiful, Miss Fairchild. You absolutely deserve it!"Jonah watched Amara with a gaze full of pure indulgence, effortlessly playing along with the associate's narrative. "She's right. You deserve it.""You don't need to tease me... If we're talking about beauty, I could never compare to Vivian."Amara turned to look at Vivian, unable to hide the smug curl of her lips, laying on the fake sweetness. "Vivian, Mr. Granger gifted me two bags. Let's each take one!"Vivian, who had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacular performance on Jonah's face, casually pulled her gaze away when Amara called her name.What could she even say...In a twisted way, these two truly were a match made in heaven.Chapter 3In their three years together, Jonah Granger had never slept with Vivian Fairchild.While out with friends, Vivian brought this up and casually sent him a text on a dare.[Man, having a stunner like Vivian by your side is a complete waste if you aren't going to touch her. Why don't you break up with her and pass her to me? The scent of her is driving me crazy.]Almost immediately, Jonah called."Vivian, where are you?""I've been busy contacting a top reconstruction specialist in Switzerland for you over the last couple of days, which is why I haven't checked in. Send me your location, and I'll come pick you up, okay?"His coaxing voice echoed from the receiver.Vivian smirked, raising a triumphant brow at her two friends across the table. "No need, I'm with Chloe. I'll head back on my own later."Ending the call, she looked up. "Any further questions?""It sounds perfectly fine, but..."Chloe Jones crossed her arms. "It still feels wrong. What normal man could resist you for three years?" She nudged Weston Yates beside her. "Could you hold back?"Weston blinked, seemingly lost in thought for a second, before blurting out, "Of course not!""See?"Chloe concluded firmly, "Jonah has a problem."Whether he had a problem or not, Vivian knew better than anyone that for the past three years, this man had loved her with his entire heart.Three years ago, a car accident nearly cost Vivian her leg. Unable to accept her new reality, her temper became volatile and vicious. Through it all, Jonah stayed by her side, caring for her relentlessly.Even when she broke down and screamed at him to get the hell out, he would simply step outside, take a deep breath, and walk back in with a smile, announcing he had rolled right back.This man was her private doctor, but more importantly, he was the center of her world.Thinking about all of this, a sudden, desperate urge to see him washed over Vivian."You guys have fun. I'm heading home."She grabbed her purse and stood. The tight black slip dress hugged her stunning curves, highlighting her long, slender legs. Aside from a slight weakness in her left leg when she walked, there was no obvious sign of her injury.On the drive back, Vivian stopped to buy a bouquet of flowers.He had performed well today; he deserved a little reward.Buzzing with excitement, she deliberately softened her footsteps as she approached the front door, hoping to give Jonah a surprise.As she drew closer, the muffled sound of a conversation drifted from inside.Vivian paused.Did they have guests?"I just don't understand. Since the one you truly love is our Amara, why not confess to her directly? Why... string Vivian along for so long?"Inside, Dominic Fairchild looked at Jonah with a hesitant expression."If you don't want to talk about it, that's perfectly fine. I was just asking."The man ran his long fingers thoughtfully along the edge of his teacup before finally speaking in a low, measured tone. "Mr. Fairchild, you know Amara grew up struggling financially with her mother. She might look fragile, but underneath, she's fiercely sensitive and proud. With my status... I was worried a direct confession would scare her away. It was better to take it slow. Please make sure you don't let it slip."He lifted his gaze nonchalantly. "Besides, I've taken excellent care of Miss Fairchild these past three years, haven't I?""Yes, yes, of course," Dominic hurriedly agreed. "You're Northside's crown prince. Condescending to act as Vivian's private doctor is a true blessing for her."A faint smirk touched Jonah's lips, and he didn't argue."On another note, the transplant specialist in Switzerland is all set."Dominic's eyes lit up. "Really?""Yes." Jonah's gaze grew dark and predatory, his voice completely cold. "I've already arranged it with Vivian. In half a month, I'll take her to Switzerland for her leg reconstruction surgery, and we can seamlessly harvest her heart valve for Amara at the same time.""That's fantastic!"Dominic was practically glowing with joy, but a fleeting thought of his other daughter made him hesitate. "But if we do that, what happens to Vivian...?""Don't worry, Mr. Fairchild. I won't let anything happen to her."Jonah's voice carried the absolute certainty of a man who ruled his world."The mechanical heart valves developed in Switzerland are cutting-edge. I've nursed Vivian's body to peak condition over the last two years, so she'll handle the mechanical valve without a problem. But Amara... she can't afford to wait any longer."Dominic fell silent for a moment before sighing heavily. "I owe Amara too much. As long as she recovers, I'm willing to pay any price."Jonah gave a low hum of agreement, leaning back lazily. "I heard the Sterling family and the Fairchild family arranged a marriage years ago, and they've been pressing the issue recently? You should just marry Vivian off to them. A woman with a crippled leg and a blind man. It's a perfect match."***Whatever else they said, Vivian didn't hear it.Her hand slowly slipped from the doorknob as a violent tremor seized her entire body.One was her father. The other was the man she believed cherished her more than life itself... and they had been colluding all along, plotting to rip out her heart valve to save Amara Fairchild!At the thought of Amara, Vivian clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.Why did the illegitimate daughter of a homewrecker get all of Dominic's love?And Jonah...Forcing herself to breathe, Vivian pulled out her phone and with shaking fingers typed his name into the search engine.The Wikipedia entry loaded instantly. Jonah Granger: Heir to the Granger Group in Northside. Known for keeping a notoriously low profile, there were no public photos of him.Heh... the mighty crown prince of the Granger family had lowered himself to play a lowly private doctor just to stay near Amara. What a sacrifice.Vivian closed her bloodshot eyes, turned around, and got back into her car.She didn't want to stay in this place for another second.She checked into a random hotel, drawing a hot bath to soothe the violent storm raging in her chest.Vivian was known in their social circles as a breathtaking beauty, but matching her stunning looks was an equally ruthless, vindictive streak.Since Dominic and Jonah were so desperate to save Amara, and so eager to marry her off to the Sterling family—She would give them exactly what they wanted.But it wasn't going to be that easy.Leaning against the headboard, Vivian stared into the distance for a long time before dialing a number. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "Mr. Sterling, I agree to your previous proposal. I'll marry Silas Sterling,, but on one condition."Old Mr. Sterling didn't seem entirely surprised by her call. He chuckled warmly. "What condition? Now, Vivian, if it's too outrageous, I won't agree.""It's nothing outrageous. In fact, it's good news."A cold smirk curved on Vivian's lips. "I want to move the wedding date forward.""Forward to when?""In half a month."Old Mr. Sterling paused in surprise before happily agreeing.After ending the call, Vivian opened iMessage. Jonah had sent a barrage of texts, filled with sweet, caring words that now looked sickeningly genuine.She scoffed, tossing the phone aside.Time to sleep.She fully expected to lie awake all night, but surprisingly, she slept straight through until morning.Vivian ran a hand through her hair and sat up. Checking her phone, she saw it was already nine. The screen displayed two missed calls from Jonah.She glanced at them before locking the screen and heading to the bathroom to get ready.Returning to the villa she shared with Jonah, a suffocating wave of complicated emotions hit her.That man... had been loving Amara right under her nose.And she hadn't suspected a damn thing!Vivian took a deep breath and stepped inside.Perhaps she had done enough mental preparation at the door, because when Amara's obnoxious figure entered her line of sight, Vivian barely felt a ripple of emotion."Vivian, you're back."The moment Amara saw her, she stood up, looking slightly flustered."I-I didn't have much going on today, so Dad asked me to come see you."Vivian shot her a passing glance, then shifted her gaze to the glass of milk on the coffee table—filled to exactly sixty percent, a clear trademark of Jonah's exactness.She let out a sharp laugh. "Did he send you to see me, or did he send you to get yelled at? Your dad really does love you. He knows I despise you, yet he constantly pushes you in my face.""Vivian...""Drop the pitiful act. It doesn't work on me."Amara's face turned as pale as paper. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a cold, elegant voice echoed from behind."Amara just wants to build a connection with you. There's no need to be so aggressive."Jonah stood there in a gray casual outfit, his tall, imposing figure exuding an untouchable, aloof aura. Even just standing in the room, he commanded the entire space.Vivian looked at him with a mocking smile. "What, is Dr. Granger feeling protective?"Jonah frowned at her sarcastic tone."I'm fine, Dr. Granger. Vivian is just joking with me," Amara quickly stepped in to smooth things over. She wore a fragile smile that made her look incredibly helpless.Vivian almost laughed out loud.She wanted nothing more than to rip that fake mask right off her face, but she held back, knowing it would be much sweeter to destroy her slowly.Jonah gave Vivian a deep, meaningful look, but when he turned back to Amara, his voice was so gentle it could melt ice. "Amara, are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home to rest.""Why go back so soon?"Vivian suddenly realized that watching them put on this pathetic act was actually quite entertaining.She arched an eyebrow. "Didn't you come here to bond? Come on, let's go out and do some shopping."A flash of shock crossed Amara's eyes before she eagerly nodded. "Sure! We haven't ever gone shopping together before!"If she was going, Jonah naturally wasn't going to miss it.The three of them drove to the mall.When they got out of the car, Amara walked ahead, and Jonah instinctively followed her. He took two steps before suddenly remembering something, stopping in his tracks to turn around."Vivian, where did you sleep last night?"It was genuinely impressive he could even remember to ask while the love of his life was standing right there.Staring at his familiar face, Vivian felt a wave of pure disgust for the first time. She replied coldly, "I had too much to drink and stayed at a hotel with Chloe."The man nodded. "As long as you're safe."With that, he extended his long legs, easily catching up to Amara in two strides.He whispered something to her, and Amara's pale face bloomed into a radiant smile. The sparkle in her eyes was so infectious that the man beside her couldn't help but smile back.The sight stabbed into Vivian's heart.She suddenly realized how often this exact scenario had played out in the past.Whenever she made a sharp comment at Amara, Jonah was always there to gently defend her.Whenever Amara looked even remotely uncomfortable, Jonah was the first to rush to her side.Wherever Amara wanted to go, Jonah would always coax Vivian into going, only to 'coincidentally' bring Amara along.She used to think it was just his compassionate nature as a doctor.She never imagined she was the punchline to his twisted joke.Fortunately, it was all about to end.Vivian gave a self-deprecating smirk and took her time walking inside.She stayed silent the entire way, while Amara's mouth never stopped moving. It really did look like a younger sister desperately trying to please her older sibling, constantly finding new topics to babble about."Vivian."Jonah finally snapped, turning his dark gaze to the woman who had been radiating frost the whole time."If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to. But since you're here, at least show Amara some basic respect.""Dr. Granger...!" Amara looked utterly panicked, terrified they might fight over her. She shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's okay, this is just how Vivian is. I'm used to it. It really doesn't matter."The faint, bitter smile on her lips spoke volumes.Vivian smirked, her icy gaze dropping to Amara's hand.She was currently clinging to Jonah's arm, looking incredibly intimate."You really are used to it."Amara acted as if she had just noticed Vivian's stare and immediately yanked her hand back. "I-I wasn't... Please don't misunderstand, I...""Stop stuttering like a broken record," Vivian waved her hand dismissively, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "If you like clinging to him, go ahead. Just make sure you never let go."She scoffed, sweeping past them with an elegant, unbothered grace.Jonah's brow furrowed heavily. He wanted to say something, but swallowed the words.Only when Vivian was further ahead did he turn back and speak softly. "Amara, you're not well. Don't let her upset you. Whatever you want today, just pick it out. I'll buy it for you, alright?"Amara shook her head, looking disheartened. "It's okay, Jonah. I have my own money."Vivian couldn't care less about their dramatic little duet. In the three years she had been with Jonah, she had never spent his money. Now that she knew he was Northside's crown prince, she wasn't about to pass up this final opportunity to bleed his wallet dry.Jonah, to his credit, played the part perfectly.She browsed and selected items at the front, while he quietly paid the bills trailing behind.It wasn't until they walked into the Hermès boutique that Amara finally bit her lip and spoke up. "Vivian... Dr. Granger has already spent so much. Shouldn't we look somewhere else?""What, does it break your heart seeing me spend his money?""..."Vivian gave her a sharp look before turning to the man beside her, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, Dr. Granger isn't exactly strapped for cash, right, Doctor?"Jonah didn't even blink, giving a low hum of agreement to Vivian's question while his eyes stayed firmly on Amara."If there's anything you like, Amara, just have them wrap it up."Amara looked incredibly flattered. "Really, Dr. Granger?""Really."Vivian rolled her eyes, scoffing at their blatant flirting.She turned her back on them and focused on the bags.Amara shot Jonah a helpless, completely innocent look, as if she were deeply accustomed to Vivian's harsh treatment.Jonah's brow furrowed, a flash of undeniable heartache passing through his dark eyes.Seeing Vivian engaged in conversation with the sales associate, Amara shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "Dr. Granger, you rushed me to the hospital the last time I passed out. I never got the chance to properly thank you.""Your health is the priority."Jonah's voice was remarkably tender. "I was just the closest person around. It was a coincidence."Hearing this, Vivian almost burst out laughing.A coincidence?Whenever Amara was around, Jonah was always the closest person to her, ensuring she was constantly protected.There was no such thing as a coincidence!As Amara chatted with Jonah, her eyes suddenly caught a display case. "Wow, that bag is gorgeous... and that one too!""I'm sorry, miss, but those two pieces require a purchase history we can't fulfill right now. Would you like to look at something else?""Oh... you can't get them?"Amara's excitement deflated instantly, and she fell silent.Vivian glanced over. Both bags were limited editions, the kind that money alone couldn't buy. The last time Jonah had brought her here, she had wanted them too. What had he said to her then?Right.He told her to just buy something else, since all bags looked the same anyway.But now, watching Amara look so disappointed, a thoughtful expression crossed Jonah's face. He pulled out his phone and quickly sent off two messages.Less than ten minutes later, the sales associate answered a call."Miss Fairchild."She approached Amara, her posture far more respectful than before, and offered a bright smile. "Those two bags you just looked at—we can actually have them transferred from another region for you. Please come with me to the VIP room, and I'll walk you through the details."Amara looked stunned, clearly not understanding what had just happened."How... are they suddenly available?""Our store's allocation is completely exhausted, but our regional president just called. He said Northside's crown prince, Mr. Granger, gave the order personally. If Miss Amara wants these bags, we must secure them at all costs—and they are completely on the house."The sales associate's eyes practically glowed with envy. "The president said Mr. Granger arranged it himself. Miss Fairchild, you are so incredibly lucky."Amara froze, a delicate blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't know a Mr. Granger... why would he...""It means he must be a secret admirer!"The sales associate piled on the flattery. "Besides, you're so beautiful, Miss Fairchild. You absolutely deserve it!"Jonah watched Amara with a gaze full of pure indulgence, effortlessly playing along with the associate's narrative. "She's right. You deserve it.""You don't need to tease me... If we're talking about beauty, I could never compare to Vivian."Amara turned to look at Vivian, unable to hide the smug curl of her lips, laying on the fake sweetness. "Vivian, Mr. Granger gifted me two bags. Let's each take one!"Vivian, who had been thoroughly enjoying the spectacular performance on Jonah's face, casually pulled her gaze away when Amara called her name.What could she even say...In a twisted way, these two truly were a match made in heaven.