Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

But he couldn’t show that he cared too much. Whenever he revelded any real emotions, she would say he was crossing the line and would use that as an excuse to completely separate from him.

Jonathan forced a slight smile and said, “It’s good that he’s fine. I not that unreasonable. Let him rest well, and I’ll send someone to take good care of him.

Cynthia nodded.

Jonathan walked up to Cynthia and said, “Want to go to the supermarket together? I’ll cook for you tonight.”

Jonathan was a good cook, but he was busy and rarely had the chance to cook. To be honest, Cynthia did crave his cooking. However, she eventually refused. “I need to go back to the Yates residence tonight, so I can’t have dinner with you.”

Cynthia walked up to Jonathan, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his check. She said, “I have to go now. I might be back late tonight.” With that. Cynthia left in her high heels.

She couldn’t wait to get to the Yates residence. She quickly went to Filip’s room and successfully opened the safe using the password. The safe was almost empty. There was only one notebook– her diary.

Cynthia squatted down and took the diary out. It was the very one she had lost in the first semester of her sophomore year. Still in pristine condition, with no signs of frequent reading. Filip must have only read it once.

Cynthia clutched the diary as she slowly walked over to the couch, her emotions complicated as she held it. Who would have thought that such a small diary could completely alter the trajectory of

her life? At that moment, it felt like Pandora’s box

Cynthia knew that opening it would reveal all the sins, deceit, darkness, betrayal, and schemes. Perhaps it would even affect the destinies of multiple people.

Still, she slowly opened the diary. The first few entries were hers, documenting some fun college stories and her future plans. Eventually, she turned to the first entry written by Lilian, imitating her handwriting. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

[May 1st, sunny. I watched Filip play basketball today and saw the scar on his waist–so ugly and terrifying. I’ve always felt some guilt about what happened back then and said I’d take responsibility for him, but when I look into my heart, I find that I’m becoming more and more disgusted with him. It was his own carelessness, so why should I feel guilty for the rest of my life?]

[May 7th, cloudy. Filip got into a fight today, and it ended with a trip to the police station. Why is he still so immature? Since childhood, it seems I’ve always been cleaning up his messes. I’m so tired of it. In the end, I still had to comfort him. He’s like a child who never grows up. When will he ever mature?]

[May 23rd, cloudy. I’m really fed up with Filip. He’s as foolish as a donkey. We were going to win today’s debate, but we ended up losing because he gave others a loophole. I wish I could open up his head to see if it’s empty. He was hopeless at learning this or that since primary school–stupid beyond words. He’s only lucky to have been born into a wealthy family. If he were just an ordinary person, he’d be a nobody, not even getting into college.]

[June 9th, overcast. Filip wanted to kiss me today, but I felt nothing for him. In fact, the thought of the scar on his waist makes me feel disgusted. Its presence constantly reminds me of my debt to him, which I can’t stand. Sometimes, I think maybe the only way to make it stop is if he were gone. Of course, I don’t really want him dead–I’m just imagining it.]

July 7th, rainy. Today is Valentine’s Day. Filip asked me out for Friyxian cuisine, but he probably doesn’t know that I hate Friyxian cuisine the most. He gave me a pair of sneakers, which found ridiculous. Sneakers are something he likes. I’ve never worn them. How can I break up with him gracefully when don’t want to give up the status of being the lady of the Yates family? After all, the Yates family is well known in Roncrity as one of the wealthiest families.]

July 30th, sunny, Greg Evans confessed to me, and I was move. He’s so much better than Filip, more manly. I enjoyed kissing him, which is something Filip could never give me. But I can’t let Filip know about this yet. The feeling of two- timing is thrilling. It’s just dating, not marriage.]

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[August 19th, rainy. I slept with Greg today, and it was incredible It’s a shame that Greg found out I wasn’t a virgin. My first time was lost during a storm in my freshman year. Thankfully, ip doesn’t know. After two years of dating Filip, all we’ve done is hold hands. I wonder if he’s incapable. Is it possible that the burn scars on his waist and legs mean he’s disabled in other ways too? If I were to marry him, would I have to spend my life with a cripple?]

The rest of the entries were of that sort.

Cynthia’s fingers began to tremble, her grip on the diary causing the edges to bend.

Lilian had imitated her handwriting and filled the entire diary, from everyday trivialities to significant events on special days. Even Cynthia was shocked at how much Lilian knew. It was as if Lilian had infiltrated every moment of her past, every tiny detail. Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.

No wonder Filip had accused her of despising him, hating him to the point of wishing he were dead. The diary constructed a twisted, dark psychological world. And Lilian knew exactly how to exploit Filip’s proud yet fragile self–esteem. He wouldn’t dare confront Cynthia directly. Lilian was undoubtedly a master manipulator.

The past events unraveled before Cynthia like peeling back the layers of an onion, exposing everything nakedly before her. Finally, she understood some of the confusion she had had. However, that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. That incident was only briefly mentioned.

But there was one thing Cynthia was sure of: Lilian must have been involved in it somehow. That day was one of the rare torrential rainfalls of the year.

Cynthia left the Yates family without even staying for dinner. She tossed the diary onto the passenger seat of her car. As she drove through the elevated highways of the city at high speed, her head began to ache, her vision blurred. The fear and panic she had felt years ago came back like waves crashing over her.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat seeped through her thin shirt, wetting it completely. Cynthia knew that her depression was acting up again, accompanied by severe physical symptoms.

Cynthia has had severe depression ever since the day she found out she was violated. From that day onward, she suffered from nightmares every night, unable to confide in anyone. Her sleep quality worsened. At that time, her symptoms weren’t too severe yet, because she met Hec