I glared at him, my voice steady and cold. "Yes, I slept with your father. And guess what? We're married now, which makes me your stepmother. So get used to calling me mom." ””” After catching her boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with her best friend, Sophia is heartbroken and desperate to escape. A spontaneous trip to the Maldives with her sister seems like the perfect distraction. But when she runs into Nathaniel James, a successful billionaire she shared an unforgettable connection with, their chemistry is undeniable. One wild night leads to an impulsive wedding, but what seemed like a fresh start quickly turns complicated. Sophia discovers that Nathaniel is Ethan’s estranged father, and the past she’s been running from is suddenly inescapably tied to her present. To make matters worse, Sophia’s hidden daughter, Lily, unknowingly to her, is Nathaniel's child, the same man who rejected both of them years ago. As the truth comes out, secrets, lies, and betrayal threaten to tear everything apart. Can their love survive the truth, or will the past destroy everything they’ve built?
View More~SophiaThe morning air was crisp, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as we loaded our bags into the trunk of the car. Nathaniel lifted the heavier suitcases with ease, while I busied myself with Lily’s smaller bags, making sure everything was neatly packed. Lily stood beside me, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning. “Do we really have to leave this early?” I chuckled, ruffling her curls. “Yes, sweetheart. We have a long drive ahead of us.” She sighed dramatically. “But I wanted to stay longer.” I smiled, bending to her level. “I know, but your birthday is around the corner, and we need to start preparing. Plus, don’t forget—you’re starting at your new school soon.” Her eyes widened slightly, excitement flickering through them before she pouted again. “Fine.” I stood and dusted off my hands. “Now, go inside and tell Aunt Martha that we’re about to leave.” Lily nodded and ran off toward the house. As soon as she was gone, I leaned against the car and smirked at Nath
~NathanielThe church was bathed in soft golden light, the high ceilings echoing with the faint murmurs of guests as they waited. The air smelled of fresh flowers—roses, lilies, and peonies arranged beautifully at every corner. The scent blended with the faint aroma of burning candles, adding a solemn yet romantic touch to the atmosphere. I stood near the altar, dressed in a crisp black suit, watching the guests whisper among themselves. Everyone looked radiant, their faces alight with joy and anticipation. The groomsmen stood tall in their dark blue tuxedos, while the bridesmaids, dressed in soft pink, giggled amongst themselves. Then, the music changed. The doors at the far end of the church swung open, and the entire room turned to look. There she was—Martha. She stepped inside, her white gown flowing like a dream, the delicate lace shimmering under the light. A soft veil cascaded down her back, framing her glowing face. She held a bouquet of white roses, her fingers trem
~EthanI arrived at the prison earlier than I had planned, my heart pounding with anticipation. I sat in the visitor’s area, drumming my fingers on the metal table as I waited. Other visitors were scattered around the room, some talking in hushed tones, others looking exhausted, and a few staring blankly at the walls like they had already given up on the person they came to see. But not me. I wasn’t giving up. My mom was finally getting out, and I was going to be the one to tell her. A warden walked over, his face expressionless. "She’ll be with you right away," he said. I nodded. "Thanks, man." He didn’t respond—just turned and walked away. A few minutes later, the door opened. I sat up straight as my mother walked in, escorted by two guards. She wasn’t wearing the usual prison jumpsuit today; instead, she had on a plain, oversized gray sweater and matching pants, her dark hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her face was calm, but I knew her well enough to see
~EthanI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. My fingers hovered over my phone’s keypad, ready to dial the number my mom had slipped to me at the prison. I took a deep breath. I was about to do something insane. Was I really going to break my mother out of prison? I rubbed a hand over my face. I had already talked to my friends about it, and they were in. My mother was desperate. And I… I couldn’t just leave her in there to rot. But still… this was risky as hell. I shook my head. No more thinking. Just do it. I exhaled and pressed the first digit of the number— RING! RING! I flinched as my phone rang in my hand, making me nearly drop it. I glanced at the screen. Dad. I groaned, rolling my eyes. "What does he want now?" I muttered under my breath. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Now, when I’m about to call the guy who’s going to break Mom out, Dad suddenly decides to call? I scoffed. "What, is he trying to distract me now
~SophiaI had been glancing at my phone every five minutes, counting down the hours, waiting for him to arrive. The moment I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, I knew it was him. "Lily!" I gasped, practically throwing down the napkin I had been holding. Lily’s head shot up, eyes wide. "He's here?" I didn’t even answer. We both rushed outside, nearly knocking over one of the caterers who yelped as she carried a tray of wine glasses. And there he was. Nathaniel stepped out of his sleek black Bugatti, looking every bit the man I had missed. Tall, effortlessly handsome, and carrying that signature air of confidence that made everyone else look like they were trying too hard. The second his eyes met mine, a smile curved his lips. I didn't even think—I ran straight at him and smacked his arm. "You jerk!" I scolded, though my grin betrayed me. "I really thought you weren’t going to make it!" Nathaniel chuckled, catching my wrist before I could hit him again. "I to
~EthanThe whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely felt it. My mind was too tangled, too heavy with thoughts that refused to settle. I sat slumped in my chair at the bar, one hand wrapped around my glass, the other drumming against the counter. The dim lighting, the low hum of conversation, and the distant clatter of billiard balls barely registered. My mom’s voice echoed in my head. Call the number. He’ll tell you how to get me out of here. What the hell was I supposed to do? I exhaled sharply and took another sip, barely noticing the three idiots sitting around me. "Yo, Ethan!" I blinked and looked up to see Darren waving a hand in front of my face. His cocky smirk made me want to throw my glass at him. "You good, man?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You’ve been staring into that drink like it’s about to tell you your future." Beside him, Jordan snickered. "Nah, he’s still crying over Sarah. Poor guy got played like a sack of trash, and
~EthanI clenched my jaw as I stood in front of the large, rusted gates of the Blackridge Correctional Facility. This was the last place I ever thought I’d find myself. The sky was grey, the air thick with the metallic scent of rain that hadn’t fallen yet. I exhaled slowly, trying to push down the rising anger inside me. The past few days had been a blur—coming back from my vacation only to hear that my own mother was locked away like some common criminal. I still didn’t know what to believe. Yes, Mom could be… difficult. She could be manipulative and controlling, but she was still my mother. Whatever happened, she didn’t deserve this. Right? Taking a deep breath, I approached the front desk where a heavyset guard sat behind a scratched-up counter, flipping through some files. "I’m here to see Isabella Hayes," I said, keeping my voice even. The guard lifted his head, his bored expression shifting into something amused. His lips twisted into a smirk as he looked me up a
~NathanielThe sun hung lazily in the sky as I lined up my shot, gripping my club with precision. The green stretched before me, pristine and perfect, like a canvas waiting for my masterpiece of a swing. My friends stood around, laughing, sipping on their drinks, and talking about everything under the sun—business, relationships, scandals—typical weekend golf banter. "Alright, Nathaniel, let's see if you still got it," James smirked, leaning against his club. I gave him a side glance. "I’ve always had it." "Yeah, yeah, we’ll see." Just as I was about to swing, Lucas chuckled. "Speaking of 'having it,' I never thought Isabella could go from sweet to full-on demon mode. Damn, Nate, you really dodged a bullet. Or should I say, got shot first before dodging it?" The other guys laughed. I just rolled my eyes. "Man, 25 years later, and she came back just to blow up your life," Daniel added, shaking his head. "Who would’ve thought? You two used to be inseparable. The perfect coup
~SophiaMartha’s sitting room was as lavish as ever—plush cream-colored sofas, an elegant glass coffee table, and a scent that reminded me of vanilla and fresh lilies. She had always had a knack for making any space feel both luxurious and welcoming. I sat across from her, flipping through a wedding planner's portfolio while Martha sipped her herbal tea, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Across from us, her event planner, Vivian—a sharp-looking woman with sleek black hair tied in a bun—adjusted her glasses and prepared to discuss the details. "So, Mrs. Lancaster," Vivian said in a smooth, professional tone, tapping her pen against her notepad, "you want your wedding to be elegant, timeless, and unforgettable. But we need to narrow down the theme. Have you given any more thought to the styles I suggested?" Martha hummed, glancing at me before answering. "I want something different. Not just another grand wedding where people come, eat cake, and leave. I want it to feel magical
~ Sophia I drove like a madwoman, my eyes glued to the road, heart pounding in my chest, and my hands gripping the steering wheel with a death grip. The sound of the engine roaring as I sped down the highway matched the frantic thumping of my pulse. Ethan's birthday gifts were stacked precariously in the back seat, swaying with every sharp turn and swerve I made. The cake, that perfectly frosted masterpiece, wobbled dangerously close to the edge, threatening to plunge onto the floor at any moment.I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the cake tilting, dangerously close to disaster. Without thinking, I reached back with one hand, my fingers barely brushing the edge of the cake box, trying to pull it closer to the seat. My focus wavered, eyes flicking between the road and the back seat, anxiety bubbling in my chest. That was when it happened.I heard the screeching of tires, the high-pitched squeal that sent my stomach plummeting. The jarring impact followed immediately, throwing ...
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