Chapter 1
Nikolai Virellic was Manhattan’s most notorious trust fund heir with a dangerous reputation, yet he was utterly devoted to Veloura Belcour–a woman with no power, no connections, nothing.
She was the homeless girl he’d rescued from the streets. From fifteen to twenty–five, he’d treasured her like a precious jewel, showering her with nearly all his affection and tenderness.
When Veloura expressed her love for violin, he abandoned everything to accompany her to Vienna for music studies, burning through billions in stock losses without batting an eye.
To express his love, Nikolai sent truckloads of luxury gifts and live–streamed marriage proposals for 999 consecutive days.
To marry her, he endured three days of family punishment, finally breaking generations of strategic marriages in his elite family. He gave her a fairy–tale wedding that made her Manhattan’s most envied princess.
Yet here was this same man who’d loved her beyond reason, now forcing her to kneel in the snow wearing nothing but a nightgown–all for some mistress he’d known for merely six months.
All because he believed Veloura had driven that woman to block his contact and disappear.
“Baby, tell me what did you say to Annie?” Nikolai sat across from her, swirling his wine glass with casual indifference.
His gaze was colder than the blizzard around them, yet his tone remained eerily gentle, as if he were simply asking whether she found the snowy scenery beautiful.
Veloura’s body had gone numb from the cold. She opened her mouth, teeth chattering violently. “Nik, I’ve never even met Anneliese Waverly.”
Nikolai watched her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “Baby, you’re lying to me.”
He snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard immediately approached with a phone. He played a video.
In the footage, Veloura’s critically ill brother Austin had his breathing tube removed. His face turned purple from oxygen deprivation as his body convulsed uncontrollably.
“Nik, he’s all I have left. Please don’t hurt him.” Tears streamed down Veloura’s face as she clutched his legs. “You have to believe me–I didn’t say anything. I don’t know where she went.”
Nikolai leaned forward, his fingers gently wiping away her tears. “I recall telling you that Annie is very important to me as well.”
“You’ve got fifty seconds, sweetheart. In an oxygen–deprived state, your brother can only survive two minutes.” He sat back, tapping the screen with one finger, his patience clearly wearing thin.
Veloura’s body trembled violently, her heart taking a devastating blow.
He had indeed said Anneliese was important, but she’d refused to believe it–after all, he had once loved her so deeply.
In that moment, Veloura suddenly felt ridiculous. She’d actually believed she was irreplaceable in his eyes.
The truth was, she’d only encountered Anneliese once–at a charity auction where Anneliese worked as an event hostess.
That evening, Anneliese had intercepted her heading to the VIP lounge, chin raised defiantly. “Mrs. Virellic, I already told you I’m not interested in him. Your husband is becoming a problem in my life.”
That’s when Veloura learned that the “adorable little kitten” Nikolai constantly mentioned was Anneliese Waverly.
Born with partial vision loss in her left eye, Anneliese possessed extraordinary artistic talent. She’d gained internet fame as an inspirational young artist who overcame disability, but instead of capitalizing on her popularity through endorsements, she chose to work her way through college
serving at various events.
She was proud, confident, radiant, and vibrant–instantly captivating Nikolai when he’d shown up as an investor.
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The more Anneliese rejected him, the more obsessed Nikolai became. His pursuit of her became Manhattan gossip.
Veloura confronted Nikolai that very night, and he didn’t deny it. He simply held her and said casually, “It’s just a game, babe. All my boys have played it, but I just want to see what it takes to win her over. Don’t worry–I’m just having fun with her. You’re the only one I’ll ever truly love.”
Veloura still pressed him: “What if I can’t accept this?”
The man gently stroked her hair, his tender eyes reflecting her pale face. “Baby, as long as you’re good for me, you’ll always be Mrs. Virellic.”
Veloura fell silent, knowing she had no right to refuse.
She could only wait for Nikolai to grow bored, but instead, news came that they were officially together.
Anneliese hadn’t taken a penny from him but had accepted his pursuit–with one condition: they had to date like a normal couple.
Nikolai eagerly agreed, joining her livestreams, visiting art exhibitions, going to theme parks, eating street food and junk…
He brought her to every event, staying glued to her side, posting on social media like any ordinary boyfriend showing off his relationship.
Every time Veloura saw these posts, her heart felt like it was being sliced with knives. She cried, she fought, she mentioned divorce.
But he never took her seriously, always responding carelessly, “Come on, I like it when you’re sweet. Stop being dramatic.”
Veloura forced herself to stay calm, compelling herself to believe his words, hoping he would soon tire of the game and return to their family.
But now Anneliese had suddenly blocked him without a word, having previously mentioned meeting with Veloura.
Veloura knew this was Anneliese’s way of making a power play, but she couldn’t explain it clearly, and Nikolai wouldn’t believe her anyway.
“Baby, still nothing? Your brother’s running out of time. Ten, nine, eight…” Nikolai bent down, moving closer to Veloura, his warm breath against her ear making her feel colder than ever.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” She snapped back to reality, the tearing pain in her heart making her throat tight. For the first time, she lied to Nikolai: “I told her to leave you alone, to stop throwing herself at you…”
Veloura’s emotions collapsed completely, tears blurring her vision. Her grip on Nikolai’s arm gradually loosened until her hands fell helplessly.
Nikolai watched her broken state, touching her ice–cold cheek soothingly. “Baby, don’t make decisions for me again. Think about your brother.”
Veloura’s expression became numb as she nodded mechanically, feeling something shatter inside her heart, pain spreading through every fiber of her being.
Her body swayed precariously, waves of dizziness washing over her. She collapsed to the ground, and in that instant, she felt warmth spreading between her legs…
At that moment, Nikolai’s subordinate rushed in, reporting that they’d found Anneliese–she was currently teaching art to disabled children.
Glancing at Veloura, the subordinate continued, “However, Mrs. Virellic has forbidden her from seeing you again, so she’s asking you not to look for
her.”
Nikolar’s face lit up with joy, completely ignoring the latter part of the message. He immediately arranged for trending topics praising Anneliese’s beauty and charity work
As for Veloura lying on the ground, he didn’t spare her a single glance.
“Nik, my stomach hurts…” In her unbearable pain, Veloura reached out toward Nikolai’s retreating figure, watching him walk away and disappear from her sight.
After getting in his car, Nikolai simply called the butler, instructing him to lock Veloura in the basement for reflection.
The butler looked at Veloura lying in the snow, a pool of bright red beneath her, and quickly spoke up: “Sir, Mrs. Virellic appears to have miscarried. She’s bleeding heavily…”
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Nikolai’s face instantly darkened. “She was pregnant? How fucking disobedient. This child shouldn’t exist.”
The butler sighed deeply but didn’t dare disobey Nikolai’s orders, carrying Veloura to the basement.
Veloura was awakened by excruciating pain, the agony of her womb contracting torturing her nerves. She could clearly feel her child’s life slipping
away.
She crawled to the door, pounding on it with all her strength, screaming hoarsely: “Let me out! Take me to the hospital! Save my child!”
“Nik, save our baby!”
“Someone help me!”
After a long while, only the butler’s voice came from outside: “Ma’am, this baby wasn’t in Mr. Virellic’s plans. Without his orders, no one dares take you to the hospital. You should behave yourself and reflect properly in the basement.”
Veloura felt as if all her strength had been drained away. Thinking of Nikolai’s ruthless departure, she collapsed to the ground in complete despair.
She had only wanted a child–a child that belonged to both of them.
Because he didn’t want children, she had no right to be pregnant.
Now, for his mistress, he completely disregarded her life and death, confining her pregnant wife to the basement…
Veloura clutched her abdomen, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears, feeling pain so intense she could barely breathe.
Waves of agony crashed over her, her consciousness gradually fading. Before losing consciousness, she whispered softly:
“Nikolai Virellic, the baby’s gone… and I’m done with you.”
