~NathanielThe crisp morning air did little to settle the chaos in my mind. I had to clear my head, so I decided to take a walk. Pulling on my tracksuit and canvas shoes, I stepped out onto the cobbled path that cut through the property. I hadn’t gone far when I saw her—Martha. She was jogging ahead, her ponytail bouncing with each step. "Perfect timing," I muttered under my breath. I quickened my pace and called out, “Martha!” She slowed, turning to look at me. A smile spread across her face as she said, “Nathaniel? I didn’t know you jogged.” I caught up to her, a little breathless but glad I’d run into her. “I don’t jog much, to be honest. But since we’re on vacation, I figured I’d try something different.” “Good idea,” she replied, wiping a bead of sweat off her brow. “It’s a great way to start the day.” My eyes briefly scanned her frame. She moved with the grace of someone who knew their body well. “No wonder you’ve got an athlete’s body,” I said without thinking.
~SophiaSitting in the car with Nathaniel, I was still excited at the movie we just watched, Then he popped the question. “Do you know the song ‘Masked Shakira’?” My heart skipped a beat. For a split second, my entire world froze. Did he know? Had he pieced it together? My palms grew clammy as I turned to him. “What… what did you say?” I stammered. He repeated, “Masked Shakira. Ever heard of it?” I scrambled for words, keeping my face as neutral as possible. “Uh… I think I’ve heard the name before, but I didn’t know it was a song.” He smiled casually. “Oh, never mind. I came across it on Apple Music. It’s pretty catchy.” Relief washed over me, and I tried to calm my nerves. So, he didn’t know. Not yet. The rest of the ride home was uneventful, but my mind kept circling back. Was I being paranoid, or was Nathaniel getting closer to my secret? The next morning, I was running down the stairs to prepare Lily’s breakfast when I heard Nathaniel’s groggy voice from the bedr
~NathanielThe drive back from the park was peaceful. Lily was in the backseat, her face glowing with excitement after the ice cream and countless slides she had insisted on going down. Her laughter was music to my ears, and for the first time in years, I felt something stirring inside me—a sense of completeness. Her laugh… her smile… that birthmark on her back that I’d glimpsed when she lifted her shirt to show me the scrape from the slide. It was shaped exactly like mine, a faint crescent moon near her shoulder blade. Could she really be my daughter? I’d been piecing it together for a while now. Sophia and Martha’s nervous reactions to my question about Masked Shakira had all but confirmed it. Sophia might be trying to keep it hidden, she could be protecting her sister's secret, but I wasn’t blind. Lily looked too much like me, even more than her supposed mother, Martha. As we pulled into the driveway, I parked the car and sat for a moment, watching Lily hum a tune to hersel
~SophiaThe sun was warm on my back as I stood beside Martha in the backyard, a laundry basket at my feet. We worked in silence for a few moments, hanging the wet clothes on the line. The fresh smell of detergent mixed with the faint scent of blooming flowers from Martha's garden. She broke the silence first. “So… were you able to find out anything about Nathaniel?” I shook my head, my hands busy pinning one of Lily’s dresses to the line. “Nothing. I’m so confused, Martha. I don’t know what to do.” Martha raised an eyebrow. “Confused how?” “I’m scared he knows something,” I admitted, biting my lip. “But he’s not saying anything outright. It’s like he’s waiting for me to slip up or something.” Martha glanced at me, her hands pausing mid-motion. “Just keep an eye on him for now. Watch how he reacts to certain things. We’ll figure it out.” I nodded, grateful for her steady reassurance. Then she grinned mischievously. “But we need to be fast. Truth or Dare is starting in a few
~NathanielThe moon was full, casting its silver light over the sprawling mansion. I stood on the balcony, staring into the night. It was our last evening in Canada, and while I should have been packing or reminiscing about our incredible vacation, my mind was a chaotic mess. This month had been one for the books. From hiking in the Rockies with Alex's terrible jokes keeping us entertained to canoeing on tranquil lakes and bonding with Lily over her fascination with wildlife, every moment was memorable. Alex and Martha had been the perfect hosts, their hospitality making our stay unforgettable. Yet, ever since I’d pieced together Martha’s connection to my past, I’d been restless around her. I couldn’t shake the vivid memories of those nights years ago. She used to dance for me at the club, her movements hypnotic, before one thing led to another, and we had sex. It was reckless and intense, and now, here she was, engaged to Alex.And Lily... she had changed me. Her laughter, her c
~SophiaIt was a bright morning, the kind where the sun seemed to be mocking my pounding headache. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the fog in my head. The last thing I remembered from last night was Alex and Martha deciding to dance to celebrate their engagement. After that, everything was a blur. I glanced at Nathaniel, who was busy arranging our luggage. He looked calm, focused, but there was something in his eyes—a spark I couldn’t quite place. "Everything set?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, just need to say goodbye to everyone." We walked out to the living room, where Alex and Martha were waiting with Lily. My heart tightened at the thought of leaving. This past month had been... incredible. It wasn’t just the beautiful sights of Canada or the activities we’d enjoyed; it was the warmth of this home, the laughter, the love. Martha pulled me into a tight hug. "I’m going to miss you, Sophia. You’ve been such a blessing to have here." I smiled,
~SophiaTwo days had passed since we returned home, and life was slowly slipping back into routine. I stood by my car, running a hand over the hood. Nathaniel had insisted on fixing it after Ethan’s little stunt, and now it looked good as new. “Good as new,” I muttered to myself, though the memory of that red spray paint still lingered. I sighed, shaking my head. Well, maybe I deserved it. I did the same to his car. The thought brought a smirk to my lips. Ethan had it coming. He was the one who started this ridiculous war when he hired someone to sabotage my marriage with Nathaniel. How did he even know I was behind it? I frowned. Maybe one of the maids finally cracked and spilled the truth. Or maybe someone saw me that day. My gaze drifted across the parking lot to where Ethan’s car was parked. It looked brand new too, every scratch and dent gone. “Oh, so the bastard used his entire savings to fix it,” I muttered under my breath. “Good for him.” Just as I reached for my c
~Nathaniel I closed the door to my study and grabbed my phone, scrolling to Dr. Harris’s number. The moment he picked up, his warm yet professional tone greeted me. “Mr. James, good evening. How can I help you?” “Good evening, Dr. Harris,” I said, pacing the room. “I just wanted to check if you received the sample my assistant dropped off earlier today.” “Yes, I did,” he replied. “We’re already working on the DNA test. The results should be ready in a few days.” I exhaled, gripping the back of the chair. “Thank you, Harris. I appreciate it.” “It’s no problem. But Nathaniel… are you sure you want to do this? From the way you’ve described things, you already seem convinced.” I hesitated, then nodded as if he could see me. “I need it to be official. For her sake. For mine.” He sighed. “Fair enough. I’ll let you know as soon as we have the results.” “Thanks again.” The call ended, and I set my phone down on the desk. My shoulders felt heavy, but it wasn’t because I doubt
~Sophia“Eight Months Later”Eight months had flown by in a beautiful blur, and now, here I was, sitting on our bed, cradling our bouncing baby boy in my arms. Nathaniel sat beside me, leaning in, staring at the tiny miracle we had created. His fingers gently traced our son’s little hands, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “He’s perfect,” Nathaniel murmured. I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s forehead. “He really is.” But now came the hard part—choosing a name. Nathaniel sighed, stretching his legs out on the bed. “Alright, we need to settle this before he grows up and starts naming himself.” I chuckled. “I mean, he might as well, because we’ve been arguing for days.” Nathaniel smirked. “Well, that’s because your name choices are… questionable.” I gasped, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me? Ezra is a strong, beautiful name!” Nathaniel shook his head. “I’m sorry, but he doesn’t look like an Ezra.” I narrowed my eyes. “Okay, Mr. Perfect, what do you sugg
~EthanShe gave me a knowing smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Please do,” I said smoothly. “So, where are you from?” “Nigeria.” I blinked in surprise, genuinely impressed. “Wait—Nigeria?” I let out a low whistle. “Damn. I had no idea Nigerian women were this breathtaking.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “You should visit sometime. We have plenty more where I came from.” I smirked. “I doubt any could compare to you. You look like an African goddess.” A light blush dusted her cheeks, and she looked away for a second before meeting my eyes again. “And you don’t look bad yourself. You’ve got that… classic, handsome white-boy charm.” I wasn’t expecting that, and for the first time in a while, I actually felt shy. I cleared my throat, quickly changing the subject. “So… what do you do for a living?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’m a UI/UX designer for a tech company in the U.S.” I raised my eyebrows. “Damn. Smart and beautiful?” She laughed. “It’s
~EthanThe coconut juice was ice cold, the perfect companion for a warm, salty breeze rolling in from the ocean. I leaned back against my chair, stretching my legs out in the soft golden sand, my sunglasses resting low on my nose as I took a slow sip. Beside me, Lily was doing the same, except she had managed to get half the coconut juice on her shirt rather than in her mouth. “You’re a mess,” I muttered, smirking. Lily rolled her eyes, licking a stray drop from her lips. “Whatever, Ethan.” I glanced at her sideways, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna tell me why you’ve been following me around since we got here? Shouldn’t you be with your parents in their room or something?” Lily groaned dramatically, sinking deeper into her chair. “Ugh. First of all, ew. Why would I want to be trapped in a room with them?” She sat up, turning to face me. “And second, we both know we’d end up around each other eventually, so why fight it?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable.”
~SophiaAs soon as we stepped into our villa, I was in awe. It was stunning, a perfect blend of luxury and nature. The room was massive, with tall wooden beams stretching across the ceiling, large open windows covered by soft white mosquito nets, and a private pool just a few steps from our bed. From where I stood, I could see the island’s coastline, the waves gently rolling onto the golden sand. The air smelled of salt and fresh flowers, a mix so intoxicating it made my head light. Birds soared in the sky, their songs blending with the sound of the waves, and in the distance, I could see wooden boats floating lazily on the water. “This…” I whispered, placing a hand on my stomach, “is paradise.” Nathaniel walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips brushed against my temple. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth. I turned to face him with a bright smile. “I love it.” He smirked. “Good. Now, let me do all the work while you sit back
~EthanThe hum of the private jet's engines was a steady background noise as I leaned back in my seat, stretching my legs in front of me. Through the large windows, the sky was a vast expanse of blue, painted with streaks of white clouds. Below us, the ocean stretched endlessly, shimmering under the afternoon sun. Beside me, my mother, Isabella, was practically glowing with happiness. “I still can’t believe I was considered for this trip,” she said, her voice soft with emotion. “A family vacation… I never imagined this would happen.” Before I could say anything, Sophia—sitting on the other side of her—reached over and took her hands, squeezing them gently. “Isabella,” Sophia said with a warm smile, “you’re family. And nothing can ever change that.” My mom blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears. “Oh, Sophia…” Nathaniel, who was sitting across from us, smirked. “If she starts crying, we’ll have to turn the jet around.” Isabella laughed, wiping the corner of her eye.
~EthanI stabbed my fork into a juicy steak, cutting into the tender meat as the aroma of garlic butter filled the dining room. Beside it, creamy mashed potatoes glistened with melted cheese, and a side of steamed vegetables added a pop of color to the plate. Dinner at home had always been this way—luxurious, delicious, and filled with conversation. Across from me, Lily swung her little legs under the table, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth with excitement. Sophia, sitting beside Nathaniel, was picking at her grilled salmon, her expression relaxed and happy. Nathaniel, however, had that look—the one that meant he had something big to say. I knew my father too well. I took another bite of my steak, waiting for him to drop the bombshell. And then, he did. Nathaniel cleared his throat and set down his fork. His voice was calm but firm when he spoke. “Ethan, Lily… You two are going to have a sibling.” I froze mid-bite, my fork stopping inches from my mouth. Lil
~SophiaThe night was quiet, the kind of silence that should be peaceful, but I felt anything but peace. Lying on the bed, I turned to my side, feeling a strange discomfort in my stomach. A wave of nausea crept up my throat, making me feel dizzy. I groaned softly, shifting slightly, my hand reaching out toward the other side of the bed. My fingers brushed against Nathaniel’s bare chest—warm and steady. He was lying there, his breathing slow and even, completely unaware of my current state of misery. I swallowed thickly, trying to push back the sickness, but it wasn’t working. "Baby," I whispered, my voice weak. Nathaniel didn’t stir. He was still fast asleep, his face relaxed in the dim light of the room. I tried again. "Nathaniel… baby." This time, he shifted slightly before his eyes fluttered open. His gaze was heavy with sleep, but at the sound of my voice, his expression immediately changed. He turned to me, instantly alert. "My love," he murmured, his deep voi
~SophiaFor the first time in what felt like forever, I could finally breathe. No more looking over my shoulder. No more fear of waking up to another nightmare caused by Isabella’s schemes. She had finally turned a new leaf. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true, but for now, I chose to believe it. To believe that she was truly done with her tricks. And, as if life had decided to reward us for enduring so much, Lily was being discharged today. I smiled to myself as I walked toward Nathaniel, who was reading something on his phone near the window. His sharp suit hugged his frame perfectly, and despite all the stress of the past weeks, he still looked as handsome as ever. "You're smiling," Nathaniel said, not looking up. "That’s rare these days." I rolled my eyes, stopping beside him. "I have a reason to." He finally glanced at me, his lips tugging upward slightly. "And what would that be?" I leaned against the table, crossing my arms. "Well, for one, your ex-wif
~IsabellaI sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall. My hands trembled in my lap, my body still numb from the events that had just taken place. I had done it. I had broken down in tears. I had begged Nathaniel. Begged Sophia. Begged Ethan. Me. Isabella. The woman who once held her head high with pride, who never admitted to being wrong, who never shed a tear in front of anyone. And yet, tonight, I had collapsed in front of them, stripped bare of all my arrogance, all my anger, all my greed. I couldn’t believe myself. I clenched my fists, shaking my head. What the hell got into me? Was it the fear? The fear of going back to that hellhole of a prison? I had suffered too much to get out of there. I had fought, manipulated, bargained my way out. And now, I couldn’t risk going back. Maybe… maybe I had changed. Overnight. It was ridiculous to even think about it, but something inside me felt different. The money, the properties—the very things