The Mountains Greet Me Just As I Am
My mother, pitying my seven–year unrequited love, got our adopted brother drunk and locked him in my room.
The next day, photos of Blake Sullivan and me in bed went viral. He proposed to me with a cold face.
The wedding reception ended hastily, and he retreated to the mountains to meditate. He only agreed to return when our daughter turned five.
er to see her father, insisted on going up the mountain to meet him.
Our daughter, eager
Olivia Winters, lying in his arms, saw the daughter who was a spitting image of Blake. Heartbroken, she left but accidentally fell off the cliff.
Blake held Olivia’s body and cried for three days and nights.
Afterwards, he returned to the family becoming a universally praised good husband and father.
I thought I had finally weathered the storm, but on our daughter’s fifth birthday, she accidentally fell into the sea.
Without hesitation, I jumped into the raging waves during the storm.
He watched us coldly from the yacht, his eyes full of terrifying hatred.
“You two have ruined everything! You’re the culprits who killed Olivia Winters! This is what you owe her, pay with your lives today!”
He decisively cut the lifeline short and sailed the yacht away without looking back.
It wasn’t until my daughter and I were swallowed by the cold sea that I realized how much Blake Sullivan hated us,
I woke up, reborn to the night Blake was drugged.
“Aria! Open the door! Let me in!
#desperately held the bedsheet against the door and dialed the number of his true love….
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My heart was racing, and my ears
ars were ringing.
“Damn it! The drug’s working too fast!” I cursed under my breath, stumbling backward.
On the security camera feed, Blake Sullivan was standing outside my bedroom door. He was tugging at his hair in frustration, his shirt collar wide open, revealing his muscular chest. Muffled sounds of distress escaped his throat.
The drug was already beginning to erode his self–control.
I inhaled sharply as memories of my past life’s nightmare flooded back. If tonight’s script were to repeat itself, photos of Blake and me in bed would once again make headlines tomorrow.
The tidal wave of public opinion would force him to marry me. After the wedding, he’d use meditation as an excuse to abandon me, leaving me as Mrs. Sullivan in name only.
Later, fd discover he had already been hiding his true l
love in the mountains. He only agreed to come down to buy a wedding dress for Olivia.
Ironically, Olivia accidentally saw our daughter’s face, which looked exactly like Blake’s, instantly shattering her fragile nerves.
After an argument, she fell off a cliff.
Blake then poured all his hatred onto me and our daughter.
No, living this life again, I absolutely cannot repeat the same mistakes!
With trembling hands, I fumbled for my phone.
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“If you want to marry Blake Sullivan, come to the yacht right now.”
After sending the text, I felt my cheeks burning up, and my breathing became rapid.
“Damn it! I’ve been drugged too!”
My mother’s crazed face suddenly appeared in my mind.
“Aria, darling, Blake is so outstanding. Only you are worthy of him!”
“Mom… what are you trying to do?!”
“Don’t worry, my dear daughter, Ill make Blake willingly marry you”
I leaned weakly against the cold wall, a bitter smile tugging at my lips
“Mom… you’re really going to be the death of me.
In less than ten minutes, urgent knocking shook the door, and Olivia’s shrill voice pierced through
“Aria James! What the hell are you up to? Why is Blake here? What have you done to him?!”
“Arla, have you no shame? You’d do anything to get him, you’re despicable!”
I took
a deep breath, suppressing the strange sensations in my body, and said hoarsely,
“Olivia, I know you and Blake have been secretly together for a while now, Whether you want to lock him in a room alone or join him in there, it’s up to you. I’m handing Blake over to you now.”
With that, I yanked open the door and shoved Olivia into the room.
