AUDREY POVThe evening had been exactly what I needed—a breath, a moment to just exist, without the weight of everything pressing down on me. But it wasn’t just the dinner that had given me this sense of calm. It was Michell. The way he’d set everything up, so carefully, so intentionally.It was like he’d planned this night just for me—to remind me that I could still have these small moments of happiness, even when everything else felt like it was unraveling. I looked over at him, still sitting by the table, looking at me with those intense eyes of his. The kind that made it impossible to lie to him—or myself. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice gentle, like he didn’t want to break the peace we’d built up tonight.“I was just thinking about how much I needed this,” I replied softly. I felt a bit silly saying it out loud, but it was true. Estelle’s return had hung like a dark cloud over everything, and as much as I tried to push it out of my mind, it was always there—lingering, just
MICHELL POVI had been watching Estelle for days now, unable to shake the sense that something was off. I had always been good at reading people, at sensing when their words and actions didn’t match their intentions. And Estelle’s intentions? Well, they were clearer than ever. She wasn’t just back in our lives to ‘help’ Amelia. She was playing a dangerous game, one that involved more than just a niece and her aunt.I had to confront her. I couldn’t stand by any longer and watch her use her charm to manipulate Amelia, to play on her innocence. And, most importantly, I couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort in my chest—the way Estelle’s gaze lingered on me, as though she were waiting for something, some unspoken invitation.The memories of high school were still vivid in my mind, though I had buried them long ago. Estelle and I had once been close, closer than anyone realized. We had dated—before Emilio and Anna had even come into the picture. Before our paths had taken such twisted
AUDREY POVI had tried everything—talking to Amelia, spending time with her, even getting her little things to show her I cared. But now... things were shifting in a way I couldn’t control. I could see it in the way she looked at me—cold, almost like she didn’t recognize me anymore. It was one of those mornings when I found myself on the edge, trying to get Amelia ready for her activities. She was no longer the giggling little girl I used to have by my side. No, now she had become distant, her eyes always searching for something more. And that something was Estelle. Always Estelle. “Amelia, come on. We need to get dressed for your piano class,” I said gently, trying to coax her into the routine, like I had done hundreds of times before. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t want to go. You go alone, nanny.”My heart sank with the word, but I refused to let it show. I wanted to respond, to remind her that I wasn’t just a nanny, but I didn’t have the heart for it today
Audrey Taylor’s pov. Every night, I prayed for his return, but I never imagined he wouldn't recognize me and that he would bring another woman back. I had just managed to lay my tired body from working late at the office. The company was bleeding and I had been doing everything in my power to stop it from collapsing. But my peace was rudely destroyed by loud rapid knocking on my bedroom door. “Madam, you need to come downstairs!” Martha, the maid's voice rang. What was so urgent to disturb my rest before facing the cruel reality in a few hours’ time? I glanced at the alarm clock. “8 AM”? What could be up now? I stumbled out of bed, even though my body cried for rest. “What happened, Martha?” I moaned, pulling my nightwear around me as I opened the door. “It is Ms. Helen. She's arguing with the shareholders in the living room.” The shareholders? Damn. My mother-in-law. My head banged with a terrible headache from the abrupt disturbance. By the time I got to the living room,
Audrey pov I stood there, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out the world. Harold didn’t look at me. He didn’t say my name. He just… walked past me with her. My legs felt weak, but before I could crumble completely, Simon stepped into the house. I found my voice, though it came out as a whisper. “Simon, what is going on?” He stammered, avoiding my gaze. "M-Mr. Harold... maybe he... he hasn't fully recovered his memory yet." "Recover his memory? What happened to Harold?"I asked anxiously. “He was in a car accident two years ago. They said something about amnesia. The doctors are not sure ……if he has regained his memory.” I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe. Harold didn’t know who I was. He didn’t remember our life together. The sound of my heart was deafening as I pushed the door open. Every step I took toward Harold felt like I was walking in a ditch. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t this. As I entered the room, I noticed Harold standing by
Audrey povI stood in the foyer, my luggage by my side, ready to leave the house that no longer felt like mine.As I reached the staircase, Martha rushed toward me.“Ma’am, wait,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. She glanced nervously toward the living room, where Harold and Gina sat. “It has been weeks, and we still haven’t received our wages.”I paused, looking at her with an air of finality. “Your real boss is back. Go to him for your pay. Don't bother me anymore.”Her face fell, disappointment etched in her features. She hesitated, opening her mouth as if to argue.Without another word, she turned and walked over to Harold.I turned back toward the door, gripping the handle, when Harold’s voice stopped me cold.“Audrey,” he snapped, stepping into my path. A stack of papers was in his hand, his face tight with frustration. “Why haven’t you taken care of the wages?”I stared at him, disbelieving. “Me? Harold, you’ve been handling everything since you came back. Shouldn’t you know w
Audrey povI stared at Lisa, disbelief written all over my face. “Wait, you're saying the doctor who can fix my leg is now working for some billionaire and doesn't take other patients anymore?”Lisa nodded, her expression full of sympathy. “His name is Michell Garcia. My boyfriend overheard it at a cocktail party. Apparently, the guy's a recluse.”Just yesterday, I was excited that there might be a solution to my problem and now this?My heart sank, but I forced a weak smile. “Thanks for telling me, Lisa. I’ll figure something out.”I wasn’t about to give up.For a week, I had done everything I could think of to meet Michell Garcia. Every attempt ended in failure.Lisa’s boyfriend had warned me earlier. “He’s almost impossible to reach, Audrey. Even most elites can’t meet him unless they’ve got business worth billions.”But I couldn't afford to give up, not when there was hope.So, when every reasonable route failed, I took the most unreasonable one—I lied. I walked into his company’s
Audrey povWhen I opened the door and saw Michell Garcia standing there, I froze. My brain refused to register what my eyes were seeing. Was I dreaming? The infamous Michell Garcia.Before I could speak, Amelia darted past me, her voice bursting with excitement. “Daddy!” she cried out, throwing herself into his arms. Daddy? Michell’s expression softened for a split second as he caught her. Then his gaze shifted to me, hardening. “Care to explain what’s going on here?” His voice was damn smooth yet made my heart race. Michell’s eyes didn’t leave mine. His jaw tightened as if he expected me to speak. Before I could speak, his assistant, standing just behind him, chimed in. “Sir, we can’t rule out the possibility that she must have abducted Little Miss. But she's not smart enough,” the assistant said.My mouth fell open. “Are you serious? I saved her from being kidnapped.”Michell raised a hand, silencing us both. “Take her to the police,” he said curtly to his bodyguard. “
AUDREY POVI had tried everything—talking to Amelia, spending time with her, even getting her little things to show her I cared. But now... things were shifting in a way I couldn’t control. I could see it in the way she looked at me—cold, almost like she didn’t recognize me anymore. It was one of those mornings when I found myself on the edge, trying to get Amelia ready for her activities. She was no longer the giggling little girl I used to have by my side. No, now she had become distant, her eyes always searching for something more. And that something was Estelle. Always Estelle. “Amelia, come on. We need to get dressed for your piano class,” I said gently, trying to coax her into the routine, like I had done hundreds of times before. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t want to go. You go alone, nanny.”My heart sank with the word, but I refused to let it show. I wanted to respond, to remind her that I wasn’t just a nanny, but I didn’t have the heart for it today
MICHELL POVI had been watching Estelle for days now, unable to shake the sense that something was off. I had always been good at reading people, at sensing when their words and actions didn’t match their intentions. And Estelle’s intentions? Well, they were clearer than ever. She wasn’t just back in our lives to ‘help’ Amelia. She was playing a dangerous game, one that involved more than just a niece and her aunt.I had to confront her. I couldn’t stand by any longer and watch her use her charm to manipulate Amelia, to play on her innocence. And, most importantly, I couldn’t ignore the growing discomfort in my chest—the way Estelle’s gaze lingered on me, as though she were waiting for something, some unspoken invitation.The memories of high school were still vivid in my mind, though I had buried them long ago. Estelle and I had once been close, closer than anyone realized. We had dated—before Emilio and Anna had even come into the picture. Before our paths had taken such twisted
AUDREY POVThe evening had been exactly what I needed—a breath, a moment to just exist, without the weight of everything pressing down on me. But it wasn’t just the dinner that had given me this sense of calm. It was Michell. The way he’d set everything up, so carefully, so intentionally.It was like he’d planned this night just for me—to remind me that I could still have these small moments of happiness, even when everything else felt like it was unraveling. I looked over at him, still sitting by the table, looking at me with those intense eyes of his. The kind that made it impossible to lie to him—or myself. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice gentle, like he didn’t want to break the peace we’d built up tonight.“I was just thinking about how much I needed this,” I replied softly. I felt a bit silly saying it out loud, but it was true. Estelle’s return had hung like a dark cloud over everything, and as much as I tried to push it out of my mind, it was always there—lingering, just
MICHELL POVI found them in the garden.Amelia was sitting cross-legged on a blanket, holding a daisy crown that Estelle was helping her tie together.Her laughter rang like bells—unrestrained, bubbling up every few seconds. The kind of laugh I hadn’t heard from her since the last time she’d won something at school.But it wasn’t Audrey sitting beside her. It was Estelle.Wearing white. Always white. Like she was trying to brand herself as purity reincarnated.I stayed by the glass doors, watching.“You know,” Estelle was saying, her voice low and conspiratorial, “your mother used to wear crowns like this. She said they made her feel like a woodland queen.”“Really?” Amelia giggled. “Did she really call herself that?”Estelle laughed. “She had such an imagination. Just like you.”She reached out and tucked a loose curl behind Amelia’s ear. And the way she did it—it wasn’t just affection. It was possession. Like she wanted to rewrite her role in this child’s memory.I didn’t like it. I
AUDREY POVI knew he didn’t sleep.He hadn’t said a word about it, and hadn't needed to. But I’d felt it in the way his body remained taut beneath the sheets, in the way his hand never left mine even when I drifted off. His mind had been far away—haunted, as always.And now, morning sunlight flooded the estate like everything was fine.But it wasn’t.I could feel it in the strained silence between him and Estelle over breakfast.The sound of cutlery and Amelia’s cheerful humming filled the space, but Michell hadn’t looked up once. Not when Estelle complimented the decor, not when Amelia talked about the science project she was building with bottle caps and glow sticks.Estelle, on the other hand, looked like she belonged.Too much and too quickly.She was good at smiling. At tilting her head just enough to make it seem sincere. She wore guilt like it was a designer scarf—elegant, tasteful, a little too polished. But Amelia didn’t notice.“So your mom and I,” Estelle was saying gently
Michell povI heard a crash just as I stepped out of the home office.“Amelia…” I warned, already bracing myself.“She started it!” Amelia squealed, barefoot and giggling as she darted past me like a blur of sunshine and wild curls.“Traitor!” Audrey’s voice echoed a second later. She skidded into the hallway wearing one of my shirts—my shirt—and holding what looked suspiciously like a pair of water guns.I blinked.“Why are my cufflinks floating in a bowl of jelly?” I asked flatly, pointing toward the mess on the console table.Audrey froze. “That… may or may not be part of our science experiment-slash-war strategy.”I opened my mouth.“Don’t. Just don’t.” She held up a water gun like it was loaded with truth serum. “We’ll clean it. Pinky promise.”Amelia peeked out from behind the couch with a triumphant grin. “He looks mad.”“I’m not mad,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Just… confused. And slightly alarmed.”“You’re cute when you’re confused,” Audrey teased.Later in th
MICHELL POVThe towering glass walls of my father's penthouse gleamed under the late afternoon sun as I stepped in. The silence inside wasn’t unusual, but today it felt heavier. I found him standing by the massive window, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in his hand, his gaze distant—anchored somewhere between memory and regret.He turned as I approached. “You came.”“I did.” I tucked my hands into my pockets and nodded. “Thaylon’s staying.”His brow lifted, confusion flickering across his features. “What?”“I spoke with their head team. Explained the situation. Apologized for the mess. Reassured them we could still deliver—without Victor.”He blinked, processing. “They agreed to continue?”“They did.”He sat down slowly, almost stunned, the whiskey forgotten on the glass table. A moment passed, thick with the things we hadn’t said for years. Then he finally spoke, his voice quieter than I’d ever heard it.“I didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off. I—” He paused, swallowed. “I thoug
AUDREY POV.Two days had passed since Victor’s sentencing, and something in the house had shifted—like a storm had finally passed, and the sun had dared to peek through the curtains. The air no longer felt thick with secrets. The walls no longer echoed with tension. There was calm.Not the kind of explosive relief that made people cheer, but the quiet kind. The kind that came when hearts were tired but held a little hope again.Michell had barely spoken that morning at breakfast. He’d sat with Amelia, brushing a gentle hand over her head as she ate her cereal, her legs swinging beneath the chair, humming a tune under her breath.Then he’d looked at me with that quiet look of resolve.“Today,” he’d mouthed.I’d nodded. I’d known it was coming.After breakfast, he took the day off work—no calls, no interruptions. He spent the morning going through an old box I hadn’t seen before, buried deep in his closet. I’d watched from the hallway as he gently sifted through photographs, small tr
MICHELL POVHe was gone.And Emilio… Anna… they could finally rest.A strange stillness settled over me as I walked out of the courthouse. Not peace, exactly. But something like it.Ethan and Audrey were waiting just outside. He stood with a protective stance beside her, but I could see the lines of tension on his face, the way he kept glancing at me like he was checking I hadn't shattered under the weight of everything.Audrey... she was pale, her arms wrapped around herself as if the truth had chilled her to the bone. Her eyes searched mine, and for the first time in a long while, I let her see me—really see me.“I’m proud of you,” she said softly. Her voice was tentative, like she wasn’t sure if now was the time.But it was. It meant everything.I gave a short nod. “Thank you… both of you.”Ethan placed a firm hand on my shoulder and squeezed. No words were needed between us. He’d stood by me when no one else would. When even I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of this with my sanity int