At the gynecology department, the doctor adjusted her glasses and reviewed the lab results before smiling warmly at Emily and Sean.“Congratulations to both of you. You’re one month pregnant, and it’s twins! Morning sickness is completely normal and should ease up in a couple of months. Stick to a light diet…” The doctor continued explaining, but Emily’s mind had already gone blank. Pregnant! Twins!Emily was stunned. She wasn’t even sure how she walked out of the consultation room. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already in the hallway. She was pregnant.A month ago, Justin had been very persistent in seeking physical intimacy with her. During those encounters, they hadn’t taken any precautions. “But isn’t the chance of this happening supposed to be really low?” she thought. She had read countless stories online about how difficult it was for people to conceive. How did she end up getting pregnant so easily?“No. I can’t have these babies,” she silen
No one responded to Emily’s thoughts. The embryos were still tiny. She registered, scheduled the procedure, and the nurse efficiently completed the arrangements. The procedure was set for 3 p.m., and she was instructed to fast until then. Sean, determined to stay by Emily’s side, decided not to eat either. Seeing there were still a few hours until the appointment and with no food allowed, Sean suggested Emily rest in the car. As they reached the hospital entrance, they ran into Zac, who was walking toward them. “Emily? What a coincidence running into you in Bay City,” Zac greeted her naturally. “Are you feeling unwell?” He glanced at Sean, giving him a polite nod. “Hi, Sean.” “Hello, Zac,” Sean replied with a slight bow of his head. “Just here for work,” Emily replied casually, brushing it off. “I’ve had a bout of gastritis, so I came to get it checked out.” Her pale complexion, worsened by skipping breakfast and the morning’s procedures, made her excuse beli
At the hospital, Emily lay on the operating table, prepped for the procedure as the anesthesia began to take effect. The overhead surgical light beamed down on her face, its glare piercing her eyes. She rarely cried, but now tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, soaking into her hair.*On the plane, Justin had just taken his seat. The aircraft hadn’t yet taken off when an unsettling restlessness gnawed at him. His eyelid twitched, and his chest tightened with inexplicable unease, as though something bad was about to happen. He thought back to the night before, pulled out his phone, and sent Emily a text.“Stay away from Sean. If you’re short on money, I can give you some. Stop working.” Immediately after, he transferred one million into her bank account, ensuring it was enough so she wouldn’t refuse out of spite. With that done, he switched his phone to airplane mode, and the plane took off. *In the operating room, Emily closed her eyes as the proce
Justin didn’t see any issue with having two women in his life. After all, in their circles, it was common for CEOs and business owners to have more than one woman by their side. However, his obsession with Emily’s body only deepened his guilt toward Emma. The group exited the VIP terminal and headed straight to the underground parking garage, with Zac and Sam following behind. By the car, Emma clung to Justin, her voice soft and hesitant. “Justin, are you heading back to work again?” Justin, thinking about how he was secretly keeping Emily, couldn’t help but feel another pang of guilt toward Emma. “No, I’ll take you home first,” he replied with a gentle smile. Emma’s mood instantly brightened, and she beamed at him. Zac stood off to the side, watching their overly cozy interaction, and smirked.With a small scoff, he said, “Well, Sam, we’d better head out before we end up as third wheels for your boss.”Emma lowered her head, looking uncomfortable. Justin shot
Justin had already booked Emily’s return flight. Someone would pick her up at the airport, and Villa One was ready for her to move back into. He sent the message, but after a few moments, it failed to deliver. A small notification popped up: Message not delivered.Blocked?Instead of anger, Justin let out a light chuckle. Typical Emily. Switching tactics, he called her using a work phone number. The phone rang only a few times before Emily answered, her voice polite yet distant. “Hello, who’s this?” “I’ve booked your flight. Make sure you come back alone. Don’t—” Justin began, his tone as commanding as ever. He was about to add “don’t come back with Sean. I don’t want to see the two of you together,” but a sweet voice interrupted him. “Justin, dinner’s not ready yet, and I know you didn’t eat on the plane. Here, have some milk. I just warmed it up for you.” Emma appeared with a mug of milk, offering it to Justin with a soft smile. Emily had assumed the call was f
“Hmm, not bad. It’s really good,” Justin praised, taking another bite. “I remember you didn’t like cooking before,” he added, the thought suddenly coming to him. Emma’s voice softened, tinged with a trace of sadness. “Justin, you already said that it was in the past. During those three years in Merika State, when I was living like a drifter. After a while, you learn to do everything yourself.” As she spoke, her voice grew choked, her eyes welling with tears that she struggled to hold back. The mention of her hardships hit Justin hard. He was overwhelmed with guilt, knowing his negligence had led to her disappearance and those three years of suffering. Tenderly, he pulled a few tissues and gently wiped her tears. “Don’t cry. I promise that will never happen again.” Emma turned her head slightly, lowering her gaze as tears slipped down her face.“I trust you, Justin,” she said, her voice filled with hope. Her tone shifted, sounding upbeat again. “Justin, I’ve been f
At the time, Emily had been completely deceived, blissfully unaware of the truth and fully immersed in the sweetness of love. But now, it was all nothing more than an intricately crafted lie. Without the slightest hesitation, she tossed the tie clip into the trash can in the bathroom, just to make sure it was truly out of sight and out of mind. *Knock, knock, knock!* A loud, insistent banging at the door. Emily walked over to open it. “Emily! Why didn’t you pick up your phone? And why was it off? I was so worried you might do something reckless!” Sean stood there, suitcase in hand, his face filled with concern. “What would I possibly do? It’s just a pregnancy.” Emily waved it off as if it were no big deal. “My phone broke. That’s why I didn’t answer. Let’s go buy a new one later.” She locked her suitcase, and Sean immediately took it from her. “Sure thing! How about we get matching phones? Couples’ models?” Sean teased with a grin. Emily gave him a light smac
WX Hotel was a subsidiary of RC Corporation.“Thank you. Could you let Mr. Yates know that I called to report on the hotel’s performance?” the general manager said cautiously, carefully choosing his words.“Sure,” Emma responded and ended the call, her expression contemplative.A hotel manager reporting directly to the CEO?Something about it didn’t sit right.The name Emily suddenly popped into her mind.Unlocking Justin’s phone required a passcode, and Emma decided to try her own birthday. The screen unlocked effortlessly. Navigating to the messaging app, she noticed that Emily’s chat had been pinned to the top. Clicking on it, Emma saw the messages Justin had sent to Emily. Curious, she proceeded to read through their messages.She then saw Justin’s instructions for Emily to break things off with Sean, coupled with a wire transfer of one million dollars. Emma’s breathing quickened, her gaze darkening with malice. “Emily, you’re still clinging to Justin like a ghost t
Justin sat across from Zac in silence, his gaze lowered as he mulled over something. Zac, noticing his lack of response, repeated himself. Only then did Justin lift his eyes to meet his. His voice was slow, measured. “She hasn’t fully recovered. She can’t be discharged.”With a single sentence, he had made the decision for Haley. Just like before. Once again, he was keeping her by his side—not in a villa this time, but in a hospital. And in the end, what difference did it make? The same overbearing possessiveness. The same suffocating control. To love someone was to give them everything he had. But if she refused to love him, then he would take away her freedom instead, binding her to him. A chain with no key. One end locked around him, the other around her. They would be forever entwined. Neither able to leave the other. And freedom? As long as she was within his reach, that was the only freedom he would allow.Zac understood exactly what Justin meant,
“Justin, have you seen the news online?” Emma’s voice carried a tone of worry, but beneath it lay a carefully calculated move. She had debated for a long time. Waiting anxiously for his reaction was pointless. It was better to take the initiative. Feigning shock and ignorance, she played her role seamlessly. Whether Justin had seen the post or not, whether he suspected her or not, she had to remain composed. If she lost control now, it would only raise suspicion. Even if Justin did doubt her, once he investigated and found that the post had nothing to do with her, it would help clear her of suspicion. “What post? I’m busy. I don’t have time for the internet.” Justin’s voice was distant, devoid of warmth, as if he were speaking to a subordinate. It was nothing like the indulgent tone he had once reserved for her five years ago. His gaze, however, never left Haley. He watched her intently, studying every shift in her expression, worried that she might misunderstand his
”Yes, yes, boss.” After issuing his warning, the man hung up again, cursing under his breath. Frustration surged through him, and he kicked the nearby sofa with full force. *That afternoon, Justin finally returned. The first thing he did was try to take Haley’s phone. But before he could grab it, she turned away, dodging him effortlessly. “What are you doing?” She looked at him warily. The doctor had already said she could use her phone, so what had gotten into him now? “Don't look at it,” he said, his voice carrying a rare trace of hesitation. Justin was scared. He didn’t want her to see the rumors online, the ones accusing Heidi of orchestrating her car accident. He was afraid she would see his mother differently, that she would start to resent her. But Haley met his gaze, instantly reading the meaning behind it. It was the kind of unspoken understanding that came from years of knowing each other, something that hadn’t faded even after five years apart.
“Alright, I got it.” Haley replied. Like Helen, her first instinct upon seeing the post was to suspect Emma. But by the time she reached the end, she sensed something was off. That was why she had Richard investigate. And sure enough, her hunch was right. Unlike Helen, however, she wasn’t fuming with anger. She had already expected this outcome. “Do me another favor,” she texted Richard again. “Dig up everything you can about this newly registered company. If you can find out who’s really behind it, even better.”Justin had saved her life. Maybe she’d finally found a way to repay him. *For the past few days, Emma had been stuck at Jacob’s place, unable to go anywhere.Of course, she had seen the news. After reading through the entire post, her eyes flashed with resentment. Who did this?! Her mind immediately jumped to one suspect. It had to be “him.” Suppressing the tremor in her fingers, she scrolled through her call history and dialed his number.
Their goal was to manipulate public opinion to undermine RC Corporation and Justin’s credibility, ultimately increasing their own chances of success.Haley analyzed the situation while calmly continuing her breakfast. Seeing that Helen had arrived so early, she figured her sister hadn’t eaten yet. Without a word, she slid half of her breakfast toward her. Helen, deep in thought, furrowed her brows and put on an air of calculated scheming, as if she were a seasoned strategist. “So, basically, Justin is too high-profile now, and everyone’s just waiting to take him down,” she concluded with exaggerated seriousness. Haley nodded in agreement. It made sense. After Mr. Yates Sr. passed away, Justin had inherited a massive share of RC Corporation at such a young age. It was only natural that the older generation in the company resented him. Targeting him was to be expected. Helen nodded knowingly, pretending to be contemplative. But the moment the aroma of food hit her, she
Helen cursed under her breath, pulling out her phone to show Haley the latest online buzz. The video of Heidi’s body had disappeared, but a new wave of rumors had taken over. — Heidi Yates was murdered by the artist, Haley!The post was disturbingly detailed, as if the person writing it had been present at the scene. Every twist and turn was laid out so vividly that it almost felt real. [The mother of RC Corporation’s CEO, Heidi Yates, disapproved of a world-renowned artist marrying into the family. Before her death, she allegedly hired someone to tamper with ‘her’ car, causing a brake failure that led to a fiery explosion. In retaliation, the artist lured her to a secluded riverside and pushed her into the water, leaving her to drown. Has RC Corporation’s CEO once again fallen for the wrong woman? Who is truly his fated love?][With judgment like this, can he really lead RC Corporation into a brighter future? What will become of the company under his leadership?]Below the
Justin wasn’t without blood relatives in this world. He still had his two sons—Chase and Alex.The thought lingered at the tip of Haley’s tongue, but in the end, she held it back. She considered telling him for a moment but decided against it.“I'm sorry,” Justin's voice was thick, weighed down by the remnants of his tears.Haley was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to apologize. Shaking her head, she replied, “It's fine.”Though, thanks to him, her pajama top was damp with tears. Now she would have to change.Justin released her and, seeing that she was still awake, no longer bothered to soften his footsteps.Under the dim glow of the small nightlight in the living area, he made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water onto his face, washing away the traces of his tears.Haley said nothing. She simply used the moment he was in the bathroom to change into fresh sleepwear.When he came back out, he flipped on the main light, his face composed once
Outside, the night was still and quiet.Justin stood by his car, making no move to open the door. An unlit cigarette rested between his fingers.He wanted to smoke, but the thought of the lingering scent clinging to him and bothering Haley made him hesitate. His dark eyes were fixed on the distant city skyline, his thoughts drifting. He stood there for a long time, lost in thought, until William’s voice pulled him back to the present. “Mr. Yates, we should go.” Snapping out of it, Justin finally reached for the car door, ready to head back to the hospital. But before he could step in, his phone rang. It was Emma. “Justin, I saw the news online. Is it true? Is Aunt Heidi… is she really gone?” Emma’s voice was filled with concern, laced with just a hint of fear—soft, fragile, like an innocent little rabbit. On the other end of the call, she held her phone in one hand, scrolling through news videos on a tablet with the other. Despite the worry in her voice, her e
Justin answered truthfully, “My mother had a habit of traveling. She texted the house staff, saying she was going on a trip. None of us thought much of it at the time. It wasn’t until two days later, when we couldn’t reach her, that I started searching.“When I checked her bank statements and found no transactions at all, I knew something was wrong. That same night, I reported her missing.”The officers took note. His statement aligned with the messages found on Heidi’s phone.“All right, we’re done here. You’re free to go,” the officer said, organizing the case file before tapping on the final page. “Sign here.”Justin mechanically repeated the process. Perhaps because he had just signed his name in the morgue, this time, his signature was a little smoother. But it was still unsteady, his hand refusing to cooperate.As he put down the pen and pressed his fingerprint on the document, he finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him. “What was my mother’s cause of death