Chapter 1: The lifesaver of the mysterious boss?!
She slipped quietly out of bed, her body marked with the remnants of the night before.
Not daring to glance back at the man lying on the bed, Coralia clutched her clothes tightly and fled the hotel in a hurry.
Six months later.
“Mr. Gabriel is awake!”
Urgent voices echoed through a heavily guarded hospital.
The man, whose very presence commanded reverence and fear, slowly opened his eyes.
Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
A chorus of relieved and elated voices filled the air:
“Mr. Gabriel! You’ve been in a coma for six months—you’ve finally woken up!”
Though frail and barely conscious, his voice remained commanding and powerful. His strikingly handsome face, god-like in its features, furrowed slightly.
“Spread the word,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “The woman who was in my room that night—find her at all costs. She is my savior.”
With those resolute words, he fell back into unconsciousness.
That very afternoon, an official search order was issued, rippling through the entire nation.
The directive sent shockwaves, igniting a frenzy among countless tycoons and elites.
They all knew one thing for certain:
The man who gave this order was someone they could only dream of encountering—a true pinnacle of power and wealth.
No one was willing to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rise to unimaginable heights and rewrite their fate.
Hai City.
This city, where snow rarely falls, was blanketed in an unusually heavy snowfall that year.
Amid the swirling snowflakes, inside the gates of a villa, Shen Pinchuan held up a photo of a seventy-year-old man with a pleased grin. He handed it to Coralia, who was six months pregnant.
“Old Mr. Wang taking an interest in you is a blessing you don’t deserve! As for the child in your belly, you’re getting rid of it today. Next week, you’ll move into the Wang household as his servant concubine!”
He smirked as he continued, “You better serve Mr. Wang well! Whether our family rises to power depends entirely on you!”
Coralia's face drained of color as she stared at the elderly man in the photo. Her six-month pregnancy did little to fill her frail, thin frame, which seemed on the verge of collapse from long-term malnutrition.
She had never imagined that the man who had raised her for nineteen years—the man she called father—would one day send her to a dying old man in exchange for power.
Nineteen years. Even if you raised a dog, there would be feelings.
And yet, this was her biological father.
Her hands trembled as she gripped the photo, her nails digging into her palms.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at Shen Pinchuan, her voice trembling with heartbreak and resolve:
“Father, this will be the last time I call you that.”
With fierce determination, she tore the photo into pieces, her eyes red and burning with anger.
From this moment on, she was no longer the timid girl they could control.
Fixing her tearful yet unyielding gaze on him, she declared:
“From today forward, I, Coralia, have nothing to do with this family.”
She turned to leave.
Behind her, the smile on Shen Pinchuan’s face vanished, replaced by a chilling darkness. He grabbed her wrist with a force that made her wince, his voice now low and menacing:
“You think cutting ties with the family is as simple as saying so? Even if you die, you’ll still be my daughter, Coralia! I decide who you’ll be with, and that’s final!”
“Today, whether you like it or not, that child in your belly will be gone!”
The venom in his words made Coralia’s blood boil. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against his iron grip.
“Let me go, Father! If you don’t, I’ll call the police!”
Smack!
A resounding slap landed on her cheek, the force of it sending her reeling.
Her pregnant, unsteady body lost balance, and she fell hard to the ground.
Then came the searing, unbearable pain in her abdomen.
Clutching her stomach, she tried to stand, but before she could, Shen Pinchuan grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back down.
And then—
A savage kick.
“You ungrateful little wretch!” he spat, his voice full of contempt. “Just like your dead mother—worthless and cheap! If it weren’t for the child in your belly, the Wang family might have paid millions in bride price! You’re nothing but a burden! How dare you repay my kindness with rebellion!”
As she lay on the cold floor, writhing in pain and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly broke through the chaos.
From outside the villa, someone was approaching in a rush.
And though she was slipping into darkness, her heart clenched with a faint, desperate hope that rescue was near.
Several servants rushed in a panic: “Sir, it’s not good! A group of people in explosion-proof suits have surrounded our yard!”
