Sebastian The sleek black SUV rolled to a stop at the red light, its polished exterior reflecting the city’s neon glow. It was an attention magnet—an unmistakable mark of wealth and power.Judging from the outside, it was easy to tell that the car wasn't the regular kind of cars that were mostly found on the streets. The glass was all tinted; it was hard to tell who the occupants of the car were, but to people outside, who couldn't help but stare at the car for far longer than normal, whoever owned the car was not one to be taken lightly. Sebastian, who the car belonged to, didn't notice the glances that were being thrown at his car, one of his most expensive possessions, because something else had his attention. It was the information of the contract that he had signed with Carpel Myles. He remembered vividly that his ex-wife, Davina, had come to warn him about it, but he had turned a deaf ear to it, and now he was paying the consequences for that. He was currently on his way t
SebastianSilence stretched across the glass-walled conference room, thick and charged. The overhead lights cast sharp reflections on the glossy table, highlighting the contract pages lying between them—evidence of deception spelled out in black and white.Sebastian’s grip on his briefcase tightened as he watched the woman across from him skim through the document. Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. The man beside her leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him, an air of indifference masking whatever thoughts churned beneath.Sebastian had come here expecting resistance, but the sheer audacity of Carpel Myles was grating against his already frayed patience.The woman—Madeline Grant, one of Myles’ senior legal advisors—finally set the contract down with an exaggerated sigh. She lifted her gaze, carefully neutral, but Sebastian caught the flicker of unease in her eyes.“I fail to see the problem here,” she said smoothly.Sebastian inhaled sharply, forcing
DavinaI arrived at the office much earlier than yesterday, an hour before the actual working hour. I had a theory and I need to confirm it. I glanced at Christine's desk as I walked past it. She was the woman King had asked to show me to my cubicle and right now her bag was placed atop her desk, but she is nowhere to be found. The office was still empty but it wasn't quiet. The noise was very faint but I still heard it- moans. I turned on my laptop and began skimming through King's schedule that was already arranged by the last secretary. There was a pattern- the first hour after lunch is always free. It seemed like nothing but I know better. It is something. I just have to find out what. I checked the time- ten minutes to the start of work. My theory should be proven anytime soon. I relaxed into my chair, popping candy in my mouth. Just as I expected, the door to King's office at the end of the hallway swung open. I swirled my chair in the direction just in time to see
Davina I punched the coffee shop address into the GPS system and drove off. The city looked calm, but was bustling at night. Neon signs flickered, their glow reflecting off rain-slicked pavement. The scent of roasted chestnuts from a street vendor mixed with the sharp tang of gasoline. Laughter echoed from a passing couple, their voices fading into the night. But none of it reached me.I saw people smiling—couples leaning into each other, their fingers brushing over coffee cups. A child squealed as his father swung him into the air, the sound bright and carefree. A street musician strummed a slow, jazzy tune, filling the night with warmth. Everyone looked so happy. But the joy felt distant, like watching a movie with the sound on low.But I felt nothing, I was just a shell going around. My left hand dropped to my belly while the right gripped the steering wheel. Warmth radiated beneath my palm, a quiet reassurance. My baby. The only thing that felt real in a world that had lost its
DavinaI punched the house address into the system and found a shorter route home. Perfect. I was tired anyways. As I drove through the busy district of the city, I got to see a completely different side of the city. This place was also normal after all. There were still the struggling class trying to make ends meet. I turned at an intersection and was wowed. Street food. As if on cue,my stomach rumbled. Then I remembered I barely ate anything the whole day. This was unhealthy considering I had my baby to think of. Without giving it much thought, I rounded a bend and parked my car. Stepping into the street, I moved closer to the row of stalls. The smoky aroma of grilled meat filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of caramelized sugar. My stomach clenched, a sharp reminder that I hadn't eaten all day. But as I stepped closer to the stalls, my excitement wavered.The first vendor had skewers of sizzling beef, juices dripping onto the open flame. My mouth watered, but
Davina I rolled over in bed, the memories of last night flooding in. Mom had fed me and personally tucked me in. Even as an adult, being tucked in by my mother felt warm. I checked the time, it was still early. I planned on waiting behind for breakfast today. I need to apologize to my father for my outburst last night. I stood up from the bed and did my morning routine- bath, brush and get ready for work. Realising I still had quite a bit of time on my hands, I decided to go through the information I had on Lawrence King. For one, King is embezzling company funds and I have the proof of that. He's also morally corrupt, I have Christine's recording as proof. I have enough to take him down but I don't know why I feel there's more. One more day. I'll observe him for just today. The next day was the weekend anyway so by Monday, I should successfully come clean to dad about my findings, get rid of King and have a foothold as a Charez. Seeing it was time, I went down for breakf
DavinaI went back to my desk, forcing my frustration down like a bitter pill.The audacity of those men.My fingers twitched with the urge to break something—preferably their faces—but I curled them into fists beneath my desk, pressing my nails into my palms.Lunchtime was approaching.I pulled out my phone and sent a text."Hey. It’s lunch soon."A few seconds later, my screen lit up with a reply—a photo. The PI lounged in the backseat of his car, a burger in one hand, the office building visible through the window.Perfect.Enjoy your last day as an idiot, King.I made a mental note: take Mr. Smith down with him.What better way to prove myself to my father than to eliminate two corrupt directors at once?And maybe a few others while I was at it. My gaze flicked to Christine. She wasn’t innocent either.The soft click of an opening door made me shift my focus.King stepped out of his office, Mr. Smith beside him. Their voices—low and smug—drifted across the room as they strolled to
Chapter 62DavinaI knocked twice before stepping inside.The scent of cigarettes clung to the air—sharp, lingering. As always.“You called, sir?” I kept my voice even, my posture firm.King met my gaze, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Have a seat, darling.”“I prefer standing, sir.”His expression didn’t change, but something in his gaze darkened. “I insist.” This time, there was no room for negotiation.I could have refused. Could have stood my ground.But I sat.It wasn’t time to blow my cover yet. I’d obey—for now.“Good girl” A chill crept up my spine. “I won't waste your time. I'm sure you already know how things work around here”My stomach churned. “8pm. Nandas hotel. Be there if you don't want to lose your job” My stomach churned again. He has finally made his move on me. He waved his hand signifying I should leave. I stood up and left. It was time. The moment I got to my desk, I picked up my phone to text the PI but he beat me to it. “We need to talk” his message
DavinaI woke up very early the next morning. It was the D-day. Today, I become Stasha Charez fully. No more hidden identities, just who I actually am. I took my bath and went into the walk-in closet.I went to the row of clothes mom had gotten for me when I first arrived, all seemed off then but now I understand why she got me corporate outfits. She was preparing for the day I finally stepped into my position as the heir to the Charez empire. I blindly picked a suit but returned it immediately. I can't wear fitted outfits, my baby bump will be noticed. After much deliberation, I settled for a pantsuit and a blazer to match. Using light make-up, I hid my stressed face behind the look of a polished lady boss. My mind conflicted on what to expect. Will they be soft on me or throw challenges my way or be outrightly mean. Well I had no way of knowing unless I got there. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my room. It was time to be Stasha. Break went by smoothly, not as w
Davina The table was filled with laughter and the air was celebratory.A celebration. Of me.The thought made something tighten in my chest. I had spent so long fighting, proving, maneuvering in shadows where warmth did not exist. I was being acknowledged as a daughter, as a family not as a pawn. I chewed slowly thinking of how to bring up the discussion. How to tell them the life as I lived as Davina Stewart. How I was a plaything for the people I called family, how I was discarded by my husband when he got tired of me. I wished to rid myself of the burden inmy chest. But looking at them now—at my mother feeding my father a bite of his food, at the way his usually stern face softened with amusement—I faltered.I had never seen my father laugh before.The sound was warm to the ears. I watched my mother teased, and watched respond with a smile. Since I came I have never seen them like this. It felt as if the wound they carried was healing up. Perhaps I completed them. They must ha
DavinaA knock pulled from the depth of sleep. Still dazed, I refused to open my eyes but the knock came again. “Who is it?” I screamed without getting up. “Martha ma'am”It was a maid. “What do you want?” I called out again. “It's past dinner time ma'am and the sir and madam have been waiting” I sprang up from the bed and checked the clock for the time. It really was past dinner time. “Tell them I'll be there” The footsteps retreated and I forced myself to get up from the bed. Still sleepy, I dragged my feets across the room and caught my reflection in the mirror. God I look disheveled. I decided to take a quick shower to keep clean and wash the remaining sleep from my eyes. I sharply took a shower and entered the walk-in closet to pick out an outfit. Settling for a loose chiffon gown, I wore it immediately. As I buttoned up, my eyes wandered around the room. I met my own gaze in the floor to ceiling mirror. I paused.I look different than I had been months ago. My eyes c
DavinaThe ride home was quiet but pleasant. My eyes followed the trail of the city as I breathed the fresh clean air. My first task was done-with a bang. Father sat beside, his eyes on his phone,but the atmosphere was less tense that other times I've been around him. I folded my hand neatly in my palms as my memory replayed what just happened. I took care of King and got rid of Christine and Smith.Father exhaled, his voice breaking the silence. “You handled today well.”The words were simple, but coming from him, they carried weight.I turned my head slightly, studying his profile. His face was unreadable but softer. “Thanks Father ” I said, dropping my gaze to my hands. “I had to do it” He hummed in approval. “But now, things will get even more serious and complicated. People now know you're a Charez and your first line of action was getting rid of a director that has seethed his roots deep in the company. Some people will like you, most won't” He added slowly. The car stoppe
DavinaThe weekend passed in a blur of quiet moments and restless anticipation.With Mom and Dad away on a trip and Alex absent- to my relief, the house had been eerily silent. I welcomed the solitude, using it to sharpen my thoughts, to plan every step of what was to come.Monday arrived with an unshakable energy buzzing beneath my skin. Today was the day. Today, Lawrence King would finally get what was coming to him.I arrived at the office before dawn, stepping into the stillness of the empty building. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered to life, humming softly as I made my way to my desk. The scent of freshly brewed coffee from the break room lingered in the air, mingling with the crispness of the morning.I sat, fingers drumming against the polished wood, my mind whirring as I waited. The anticipation curled around me, coiling tighter with every passing minute.Slowly, the office began to stir. Employees trickled in, their footsteps echoing in the quiet space, their murmure
Davina The warmth of my mother’s embrace still lingered as I made my way downstairs, my steps lighter than they had been in days. Something had shifted—something I couldn't quite name yet. A quiet sense of belonging, perhaps. Or maybe just the comfort of knowing that for once, I hadn’t been the only one reaching across the distance.I trailed my fingers along the polished mahogany banister, the coolness grounding me as I descended. The house was quieter now, save for the distant ticking of a grandfather clock and the faint hum of the evening breeze slipping through the corridors.As I approached my father’s study, the air changed. The hallway, once warmed by the golden glow of sconces, seemed to narrow, pressing in with a weight I had long grown accustomed to. The heavy double doors loomed before me, their carved patterns intricate, precise—much like the man waiting on the other side.I inhaled, steadying myself.A part of me still carried the warmth of my mother’s words, the scent o
DavinaI reached home much earlier than usual, the drive back smooth, almost too smooth, as if the universe was nudging me toward something inevitable. The grand iron gates of the Charez estate parted soundlessly at my arrival, and I pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine with a soft exhale.Stepping out, I was greeted by the familiar scent of night-blooming jasmine, the fragrance mingling with the faint hint of rain still lingering in the air. The house loomed before me, its warm golden lights spilling through the towering windows, making the space feel welcoming yet oddly distant—much like my place within it.As I walked in, the quietness struck me first. The usual hum of conversation or the occasional clatter of activity was missing. The heels of my shoes clicked against the marble floor, each step feeling heavier than necessary. A maid, petite and composed, emerged from the hallway and dipped her head slightly in greeting."Miss, welcome back. Your parents are in a dinner me
Chapter 62DavinaI knocked twice before stepping inside.The scent of cigarettes clung to the air—sharp, lingering. As always.“You called, sir?” I kept my voice even, my posture firm.King met my gaze, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “Have a seat, darling.”“I prefer standing, sir.”His expression didn’t change, but something in his gaze darkened. “I insist.” This time, there was no room for negotiation.I could have refused. Could have stood my ground.But I sat.It wasn’t time to blow my cover yet. I’d obey—for now.“Good girl” A chill crept up my spine. “I won't waste your time. I'm sure you already know how things work around here”My stomach churned. “8pm. Nandas hotel. Be there if you don't want to lose your job” My stomach churned again. He has finally made his move on me. He waved his hand signifying I should leave. I stood up and left. It was time. The moment I got to my desk, I picked up my phone to text the PI but he beat me to it. “We need to talk” his message
DavinaI went back to my desk, forcing my frustration down like a bitter pill.The audacity of those men.My fingers twitched with the urge to break something—preferably their faces—but I curled them into fists beneath my desk, pressing my nails into my palms.Lunchtime was approaching.I pulled out my phone and sent a text."Hey. It’s lunch soon."A few seconds later, my screen lit up with a reply—a photo. The PI lounged in the backseat of his car, a burger in one hand, the office building visible through the window.Perfect.Enjoy your last day as an idiot, King.I made a mental note: take Mr. Smith down with him.What better way to prove myself to my father than to eliminate two corrupt directors at once?And maybe a few others while I was at it. My gaze flicked to Christine. She wasn’t innocent either.The soft click of an opening door made me shift my focus.King stepped out of his office, Mr. Smith beside him. Their voices—low and smug—drifted across the room as they strolled to