When Her “Death” Couldn’t Break Him Chapter 101: Nathaniel, Marry Me

“Stella, what’s your plan now? Did Mr. Rainsworth mention when you two are getting married?” Yvette’s words were strained. “If all else fails, I’ll expose Cecilia online and ruin her reputation.”

Stella rose and began trimming nearby flowers.

“Don’t,” she said after a pause. “This would affect Nathaniel.”

Yvette relented.

After seeing Yvette off, Stella snipped a perfect rose, letting it fall. Whether past or present, Nathaniel had never once mentioned marriage. Sometimes, love is plain to see; Nathaniel never truly loved me. From my confident return, declaring my pursuit, to now, his girlfriend in name only—I'm a joke.

With this thought, she swept a vase from the table. It shattered, scattering fragments and flowers. Her hand was cut, blood welling. A thought struck her: she picked up a shard and slashed her wrist. Then, she sent Nathaniel a photo and message:

Nathaniel, it hurts so much, and I want to see you so badly. Can you come and visit me?

Half an hour later, Nathaniel found Stella on the floor of her Polaris Condominium apartment, thinly clad, blood dripping from her wrist. His brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

Seeing him, she staggered to her feet and threw herself into his arms. “Nathaniel, take me, please! Even if you don’t marry me, just take me! I beg you!”

Disgust filled Nathaniel’s eyes as he forcefully pushed her away. “Have you forgotten everything I’ve told you?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she persisted. “I haven’t. You said that since I saved your mother, you’d treat me well and give me anything I asked. Nathaniel, weren’t we great together? Everyone said we were a perfect match. Why are you unwilling to move forward now? Is it because of Cecilia? Didn’t you say you didn’t like her?”

The mention of Cecilia seemed to lower the temperature around Nathaniel.

Stella once saved my mother's life with a blood transfusion, but her demands became excessive. His patience had snapped.

“You have two choices,” he said. “One: you become Mrs. Rainsworth in name only, like Cecilia, and I offer no further help. Two: stop asking for marriage; I’ll provide any job resources you need.” He knew she coveted the title.

Stella hesitated. Before returning, she’d investigated Cecilia; as Mrs. Rainsworth, she was little more than a servant. Stella feared becoming the second Cecilia, yet she was unhappy with their current arrangement.

Silence stretched. Nathaniel saw the shallow cut; she was acting. He turned to leave.

But Stella embraced him again. “Nathaniel, I don’t want to choose. Please don’t leave. I beg you. Stay with me tonight? I’m so scared to be alone. People are saying I’m a fool, that you don’t like me at all, ever.”

Nathaniel felt no sympathy, only annoyance. He pulled away.