The Heiress With Seven Secret Identies (Stella Shaw) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177 Plans in Motion

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He burned all their wedding photos, along with all the letters he’d written her over the years, each one filled with his longing. The letters would never reach their recipient.

“Mom, Dad and I will be okay. In the next life, I want you both to be my parents again,” Stella whispered.

Jasper was soaked to the bone. Even if he’d wanted to stay, Stella would never have let him.

As they left, he looked at the woman he loved, her face unrecognizable on the tombstone. His love for her had not faded one bit. He pressed a tender kiss to her photo on the stone.

After that trip to the cemetery, Jasper went there every single morning. He brought a white rose for Nicole each time, and told her about everything that had happened to him the day before.

He bowed low to the ground again and again, his forehead bleeding, begging to be her servant in the next life.

Stella’s heart ached as she cleaned and dressed his wound.

“It’s nothing, Stella. Just a little scrape,” Jasper said softly.

He pulled out a lucky charm and held it out to her. “I got this for you, my girl. It’ll keep you safe and happy for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll keep it close,” Stella said.

Jasper nodded. “Got everything we need?”

These days had flown by, filled with plans to take Nolan down. Tomorrow was Stella’s twenty–second birthday.

“Yep, all set,” she replied.

Father and daughter headed to the dock together.

Veyra.

These days, besides being squeezed by Cross Group, Simon had been giving Nolan nonstop trouble. Nolan finally figured out Simon was working for Stella.

A girl barely twenty, and she’s made the young master of the Vance family willing to be her right–hand man.

Top scorer on the SAT. Math prodigy. Prodigy Healer. Gified composer. World–famous violinist.

Nolan curled his lips into a cold smile. He suddenly wanted to meet this woman. He wanted to see what she had that could make Elias–a man who never cared for women–fall for her.

“Nolan, I made you soup. Take a break,” Seraphina said, walking in with a warm smile.

Chapter 177 Plans in Motion

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Nolan frowned slightly at the interruption, but his expression softened when he saw her. “You don’t have to do this. Let the maids handle it. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“I’m fine,” Seraphina said. Her heart sank when she saw the files on his desk. Is he also drawn to Stella?

She sat down on his lap voluntarily, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice sweet and soft. “Nolan, my art exhibition is going to be in Azure Peak City. Will you come with me?”

Stella has plenty of talents, but she isn’t perfect. When it comes to painting. I know I have the upper hand.

“Sure,” Nolan said, wrapping an arm around her waist. A faint excitement stirred in him–he was looking forward to meeting the woman who outshone his girl.

He flipped through Stella’s files casually. When he saw her photo for the first time, his cold eyes lit up for a split second. He masked the look quickly, but Seraphina caught it. A sharp sense of danger washed over her.

Stella is as beautiful as a temptress, all she knows how to do is lure men in.

She snapped the file shut at once.

Nolan raised an eyebrow. “Jealous?”

‘Nolan, don’t look at other women,” she said, acting like a spoiled little girl, soft and obedient. It caught Nolan off guard.

‘If you want to look at someone, look at me.”

He stared at her in silence, his eyes intense.

You like watching me paint, right? I’ll paint for you,” she said, moving to get her easel. Nolan grabbed her

and suddenly. “Seraphina, paint the sunlight through the storm clouds for me again. Will you?”

Seraphina froze for a second, confusion flashing through her mind.

He kissed her hand gently. “Out of all the paintings you’ve given me, that one’s my favorite.”

The paintings I gave you?” she asked.

You forgot? The ones you sent me when we were kids?” Nolan said.

Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat.

I never sent him any paintings. Does he think I was the one whosent them? Does he have the wrong person? If he found out, would he still help me? No–he’d kill me.

She forced down her panic, a faint smile on her lips. “I thought you meant the ones after we met again.”

“Why would you send me paintings after I found you? You hated me back then,” Nolan said. The memory made his chest ache a little.

“Nolan, I’ll paint you a new one,” Seraphina said.

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