Lucy’s POVI woke up the next day with a heaviness in my chest, as if the night’s misgivings had seeped into my bones. I set out, determined to meet the man to whom I owed some money for a job well done. The agreed meeting spot was a lonely, desolate corner, a forgotten building. He had threatened me the last time and I didn’t want him to cause me any trouble.I reached the spot where he waited, a man whose reputation for ruthlessness was as unmistakable as the dark lines carved into his weathered face. He leaned casually against a graffitied wall, his eyes cold and calculating as they met mine. With trembling fingers, I retrieved the envelope from my bag. I set the envelope down on the grimy concrete between us. His gaze moved over it, and then he spoke in a low, menacing tone: “You’re lucky to have paid.” His voice was devoid of any warmth, and as he continued, “If not, I’d have made sure everyone knew your little secret,” each word struck me like a blow. His threat was clear, and
Georgia’s POVKael stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. The deep charcoal fabric hugged his body perfectly. Beside him, Rebecca, his newly appointed personal assistant, stood poised, her blouse tucked neatly into a sleek pencil skirt. Kael turned slightly, catching my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m heading to the office,” he announced, his voice smooth yet authoritative.I nodded, watching as he and Rebecca walked toward the door and they left. I sank into the plush couch before reaching for the remote. As soon as I turned on the television, the news channel flashed across the screen, and my heart nearly stopped at what I saw.There she was, Lucy, my step-sister, her face plastered across the screen like a criminal in a wanted poster.The headline read: “BREAKING NEWS: LUCY EXPOSED!”It felt surreal, almost like a dream, but the reporter’s voice confirmed the reality of what I was witnessing.“…Shocking revelations about Lucy have surfaced, lead
Lucy’s POVMoments later, I stepped into the garden, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as I pressed the phone against my ear. My fingers curled into a fist at my side, nails digging into my palm as the call rang. Once, twice, then a click.“Hello?” His voice was as indifferent as ever, a cold, distant tone that only fueled my rage.“You bastard,” I hissed through gritted teeth, barely able to contain myself. “You sold me out!”There was silence on the other end, a pause as if he were giving me the chance to compose myself. I didn’t want composure. “I paid you,” I snarled. “I made sure you had everything you asked for. And you still went and did this? Why? Why would you expose my secret?”His sigh was slow, almost bored. “Watch your tone.”A short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. “Watch my tone?” I repeated, incredulous. “You think you have the right to tell me how to speak after what you’ve done?”“You forget yourself,” he said smoothly, as if he was scolding a child. “If you
Kael’s POVThe house was lively than usual asI stepped into the welcoming giggles of my kids from the building.The office had drained me, my mind clouded with never-ending decisions and problems that seemed to have no solution. It was indeed a hectic day. Pushing open the door, the sight that met my eyes brought a momentary pause to the exhaustion. Georgia was with my twins, her face softened as she interacted with them. The two small babies giggled and shrieked to her plays.“Ruth, prepare the kids’ meal,” Georgia said, straightening up as soon as she noticed my presence.The caregiver, Ruth, nodded, giving the children a warm smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Georgia, however, remained smiling as she approached.I didn’t acknowledge her immediately. Instead, I sighed, walked over to the couch, and sank into it, my hands running through my hairs. The silence between us stretched only for some minutes before she broke the silence.“Did you see the news?”I exhaled sharply,
Georgia’s POVI stood frozen as Kael spoke. “I don’t have much time left,” he added. Kael let out a slow breath before looking up at me, his eyes softer than I had ever seen them. “I’ve been diagnosed with an incurable disease,” he said, and just like that, the air was knocked out of my lungs.I stayed calm. I knew all this so I wasn’t shocked.“I’ve known for a while now,” he continued, watching me carefully. “That’s why I adopted the kids. I wanted to make sure they had someone, someone who would love them, protect them. Someone who wouldn’t leave them alone in this world. And I wanted an heir in my name”I stepped forward. I tried to speak but no words came. He shook his head, silencing me with a look. “You are the only family they have now. And you…” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You are the only person I trust with them.” He stepped closer, standing in front of me.“They need you,” he said and took another step closer. “And I need you to love them as if they we
Georgia’s POVKael was now lying down in the coma bed.I sat beside him as I reached for his hand. It was cold, lifeless in my grip. My chest ached, and my eyes burned from the tears that had been pouring. My vision blurred as I looked at his face. It was pale and still. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only sign that he was still here, still alive.“Kael,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on his hand. “Please, please open your eyes.”My tears fell onto the hospital sheets, darkening the pristine fabric. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.“It’s me, Georgia,” I continued, choking on my words. “I’m your wife. I remembered everything. Every little piece about us.”I sniffled, brushing my free hand against my wet cheeks. My other hand remained wrapped around his, unwilling to let go.“I remember, Kael,” I whispered. “I remember everything now,” I confessed. “The pregnancy I once had… they were your babies.”A fresh sob wracked my body as I squeezed his fin
Georgia’s POV When I opened my eyes, I felt different. I had fallen asleep earlier. But what I didn’t understand was where I had woken up. I was lying down in the hospital with oxygen infused in me. Just as I was about to scan around, my eyes landed on the heart beeping machine and then, I heard a voice.“She’s awake.”A voice pulled me further into consciousness. My eyes flickered toward the source, and I saw a man in a white coat approaching. A doctor. “Congratulations,” he said, stopping beside my bed. “You’ve been in a coma for ten days.”His words barely registered. My head throbbed. I parted my lips, but no words came out.Coma? I was utterly confused. The doctor gestured beside me, and my gaze followed reluctantly. A clear bassinet stood there, and inside, two babies lay sleeping.“Your babies are doing great.” No. This wasn’t right. A few minutes ago, I was with Kael. And now…this? This hospital bed?A suffocating panic clawed its way up my throat.“And Kael?” My voice was
Georgia’s POVDays passed in a blur.My time in the hospital had been nothing short of a nightmare, being injected with one drug or another that forced me into restless sleep, always waking up weak and confused. Every time I asked about Kael, I was met with the same dismissive responses. Lucy, Damien, even my father, all of them. And today, finally, I was leaving.The doctors gave me some final instructions, things about rest, recovery, and my supposed “hallucinations” but I wasn’t listening. My mind was already focused on leaving, on finding Kael. Damien stayed close, his presence suffocating. The moment I was wheeled out of the hospital, a sleek black car was waiting, and before I could even ask where we were going, Damien gently took my hand and said, “You’ll be home soon.”I should have asked what he meant. I should have demanded answers. But exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I leaned back against the seat, letting my thoughts swirl into a tangled mess.It was only when the c
Georgia's POVI would rather leave here willingly instead of being thrown out from my own house. Damien had been playing his game for far too long, and I had finally reached my limit. His coldness, his manipulation, the constant feeling of being trapped in a place that no longer felt like home had all worn me down. I left the bed and stood in front of the mirror earlier, staring at the reflection of someone who was no longer sure who they were, wondering how I had let it all slip away. The person staring back at me was someone who had accepted far too many things that weren’t right, things I should never have let slide. And now, it has come to this. I was too soft, too weak."If I’m going to be treated like this in my own damn house," I muttered to myself, fists clenched at my sides, "then maybe it’s better I leave and never come back."But where do I go?Damien had taken everything from me, my father’s company, the inheritance, every penny I had thought would belong to me and Lucy.
Georgia's POVSuddenly, there was a screeching sound that came from behind me, it was sharp and terrifying, and deafening. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath catching in my throat as the sound of the car tyre tearing against the asphalt filled the air. I whipped around, but before I could fully process what was happening, the car hit me as I fell on the tiled floor with injuries covering every part of my body. It happened so fast.A sharp, intense pain shot through my body. My vision blurred, but I could stIll see the headlights of the car. My body felt cold, as though I was no longer part of the world I had been walking in only moments ago.Pain. Unbearable pain. It felt like every inch of my body was on fire. My limbs ached, my chest crushed. The impact from the car had rattled every bone, and the pain coursing through me was more than just physical. More like I was bleeding internally, all-consuming. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, my body betraying me, sinking
Georgia’s POVThe children had been bathed, fed, and tucked into their beds. They were now asleep.Then I stepped out, pulling the door shut with a soft click so as to avoid waking them. It was already getting dark. The hallway was lit, the overhead bulbs shining slightly as I walked. I rubbed my tired shoulders, stretching my body from exhaustion as the memory between me and the kids played in my head, causing me to smile. The time I spent here, even if only as a volunteer, made everything worth it.The orphanage had a way of wrapping itself around my heart, maybe because I saw pieces of myself in these kids, maybe because I knew what it felt like to crave a place to belong. Either way, I didn’t regret signing up to help.As I stepped outside, the cool evening breeze kissed my skin. The sky had darkened into a deep indigo as I checked my time to see it was 6:30PM. I sighed, stretching my arms before slinging my bag over my shoulder, ready to make my way home.That was when I notice
Kael’s POVShortly after he left, the sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, my eyes settling on Lydia who strolled in majestically as her gaze was on me. What does she want now?Her red hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, the deep black of her gown flowing around her as she moved. She was as beautiful as ever, a goddess among Lycans, worshiped and feared in equal measure. But to me, she was nothing more than a relic of a past I had long buried.“Hey,” she drawled, her voice honeyed with seduction. Her hands found my chest, the touched my chest, rubbing it so gently as her eyes were fixed on min.My expression remained unreadable, my gaze meeting hers with the coldness I have. But she wasn’t afraid. She never was.“I haven’t really gotten the time to come see you…” she continued, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “But here I am.”She leaned in, tilting her face toward mine, her lips parting slightly as if daring me to close the distance. I mov
Kael’s POVI was once human, despite being the Lycan king in my previous life, but my mortal body perished, and with it, my existence as a man came to an end. Knowing that I could no longer walk among them, I erased myself from the memories of everyone in Georgia’s life. Now, in the afterlife, I exist as a god to the lycans. But even, she persists. Georgia, the one I banished from my heart, refuses to stay away. She claws at the boundaries I have set, seeking a way back in. I have ensured that every door remains shut, every passage barred, yet she is relentless. “I don’t think she would stop soon.” Karl stated.“Karl, I told you to make sure she doesn’t step foot back here,” I seethed, my voice filled with fury. “Yet here you are, telling me you think she won’t stop. Do you take me for a fool?”Karl exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. He stood before me. “I did exactly as you asked,” he said through gritted teeth. “Her visa application was denied repeatedly. But she’s not giving up. If
Georgia’s POVThe boys’ quarters was small but enough for what I needed. I dropped my bag by the bed, sighing as I took in my surroundings. A single wooden table stood by the window and a chair was tucked under it. I pulled out my phone, fingers moving as I navigated to the visa application website. I had checked everything before, my documents, my financial statements, my reason for travel. Everything was in order. There was no reason for rejection. No reason at all.Yet, as I filled in my information and pressed submit, the response came instantly.“Your application has been declined. You do not meet the eligibility criteria.”I frowned. That had to be a mistake. I double-checked my details, ensured every box was ticked, and tried again.“Application rejected. You are ineligible for a visa at this time.”A slow frustration crept into my chest. I met all the requirements. I had the necessary funds, the valid passport, and even the sponsorship letter. So why was it rejecting me? Was
Georgia’s POVSuddenly, we heard sounds of footsteps before I saw Damien. Confident as he approached. “Lucy is right,” he said as he entered, obviously he had overheard I and Lucy’s conversation. He didn’t sit immediately. Instead, he walked towards me, his fingers grazing the back of my chair.I set my fork down, sound against my plate. “About what?”He reached his seat and finally lowered himself into it, meeting my gaze with eyes that held no hesitation. “She’s moving into our room,” he said simply, as if it were a foregone conclusion. “And if you don’t like it, you can leave.”The words hit me like a slap. “Excuse me?” My voice was sharp, edged with disbelief.“You heard me,” he said. “This arrangement makes the most sense. Lucy deserves a place in my life. In my room. In our home.”“Our home?” I laughed, the sound was brittle and hollow. “No, Damien. My home.” I pushed my chair back abruptly, standing as anger coursed through me. “If anyone should leave, it’s you and Lucy.”His
Georgia’s POVLater that day, Lucy sat across from me at the breakfast table, I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just the overly polite way she had asked if we could talk in private or the way she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, something she only did when she was nervous. It was the way she looked at me, as if she had made up her mind about something she knew I wouldn’t like.I sipped my tea.She exhaled, her lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. “I just want you to listen to me before reacting.”That wasn’t a good start.Lucy and I had always been close or at least I thought we had. She was my step-sister, yes, but we grew up together, shared secrets, and whispered about our crushes in the dark when we were younger. But now, sitting in front of me with that unnerving calmness, I had the sinking feeling that something was about to break.She hesitated for a second before speaking, and when she did, her voice was maddeningly composed. “I’ve been thinking
Georgia’s POVLater that night…I knew something was wrong the moment Damien walked into our bedroom. His face was tight with restrained emotion, his jaw clenched as if someone had just angered him. He stood by the window, staring out the estate. He didn’t turn to look at me, but I could feel the weight of his silence pressing against me.I set the brush down and met his reflection in the mirror. “If you have something to say, just say it, Damien.”He exhaled sharply and turned to face me, his eyes cold. “I can’t do this anymore.”“Do what?” I was curious to know.“Be your husband. That’s exactly the problem. I’m tired of pretending to love you. I’m tired of pretending that this marriage is something it’s not. I can’t cope with you anymore.”For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The finality in his voice sent a sharp pain through my chest, but I refused to let it show, I already saw all of this coming. In my previous life, he had left me for Lucy so I am not surprised. Instead, I stood a