After receiving that piece of good news, Mavis was able to spend the rest of the day forgetting the problems she had to carry around her. However, just after she got off work and was already in the car, the driver with her immediately handed her some tissue with a worried look.
“Madam, your nose is bleeding,” he commented with a hint of panic in his voice. “Tilt your head backwards for now and I will bring you to the hospital as soon as possible.”
Mavis clenched her teeth as she wiped off the blood. Leaning back on her seat, she replied, “There is no need to go to the hospital. I have some medicine at home so let’s just head back to the mansion.”
The driver was about to protest but he received a stern look from Mavis, forcing him to simply nod his head and follow her instructions. All throughout the ride, they were quiet unlike before that Mavis would be vocal, telling stories and whatnot. However, with her current condition and the situation that Grayson decided to put themselves into, Mavis found it hard to be her old self.
Upon reaching the mansion, she looked at the driver and said, “Do not ever mention what happened a while ago to anyone. Please, do me a favor.”
Mavis headed back to their room and just like always, Grayson had not come home yet so she simply took her medicine before taking a shower. When she was done, she wore her white robe and stepped out of the bathroom, only to bump into her husband. She was about to say something but when she noticed that he was walking towards her for some reason, she could only knit her eyebrows in wonder.
“Good evening,” he greeted before he kissed her on the forehead. “Have you eaten dinner already?”
“Y-Yes. I had dinner with my co-workers.” Those were the only words she could manage to say because his sudden actions were uncalled for and unusual. “W-What was that for?”
Grayson removed his tie. “What is?”
“T-That… That…” she replied, referring to the kiss he just did.
“Ah… didn’t you say that you want me to act like your real husband?”
Grayson, then stood in front of her with an expression telling Mavis that she had to do something. The two of them stared at each other, Mavis clearly clueless of what her husband was trying to tell her. Only then, she pursed her lips when he motioned her to help him undress.
“I… did say that but n-not to this extent. And… you really d-don’t have to go that far. Besides, what’s the point of doing it all when you do not even want to celebrate our fifth anniversary?”
As she said those words, Mavis kept her gaze locked onto her hands as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. Her cheeks burned and she somehow felt dizzy with how things were suddenly unfolding right before her. She could recall that he told her about preparing for it, but she did not expect that he meant it to be right away. Though she was the one who asked him to act like he loves her, like he cares for her but she did not really expect that he would actually do it.
“About that matter, why don’t we spend our anniversary by going on a honeymoon?” Grayson suddenly suggested, making Mavis look up to him in surprise. “We did not go on a honeymoon after our wedding so why don’t we go tomorrow?”
“What about the project you are working on?”
“I am already done with the matters that needed my attention the most.” He, then, raised an eyebrow. “Why are you hesitant to go? Do you not want to?”
“Of course, I want to go. It was just so sudden.”
“I already have everything ready so you do not have to worry about it.”
Mavis simply nodded. Unable to keep up with how things were going, she excused herself just so she could go out for a while and take a breather. However, when she turned her back on him, she felt him grab her by the arm and forced her to face him once again.
Without saying anything, Grayson slightly slid her robe to the side for him to take a closer look at Mavis’ shoulder. Just as he suspected there were bruises all over her.
“What happened?” he asked.
“D-Did you really have to a-ask that?!” she exclaimed, embarrassed.
“I am asking because…”
At that very moment, it crossed his mind that just the other night, he left kiss marks on her. However, much to his surprise, he did not expect it to bruise her quite seriously. He thought that it would simply turn red for a few hours and then disappear.
“Maybe you should go and pack some clothes for tomorrow. I’ll take a shower first.”
That night, Mavis could barely sleep as she started to feel more and more feverish, and was unusually sweating even though it was not that hot. The AC was turned on and yet she felt like she was exposed under the summer sun. As she tossed and turned on her side of the bed, she also started to feel dizzy even though she had taken some medicine for her illness.
“Is something the matter?” Grayson asked with a rough voice and still half-awake. He was a bit of a light sleeper so Mavis’ actions woke him up, and not to mention, he was not used to her being awake at such late hours.
“N-No… Everything’s fine…” she replied as if she was out of breath.
Her husband’s immediate reaction was to hold her forehead and upon feeling her hot temperature, it fully woke him up. Just when he thought that she was just having a fever, shock was plastered all over his face upon seeing some blood coming out from his wife’s nose. Without wasting another second, he remained quiet and just carried her out of their room.
“Prepare the car!” he growled as they descended the staircase.
The man who was assigned to guard for the night immediately headed to the garage and took the car.
“Drive to the nearest hospital as fast as you can!”
Grayson could still not comprehend what was going with Mavis. Her lips looked too pale and her breathing seemed unstable.
“Mavis… please, don’t…” Those were the words he could only manage to say at that moment. His hands shook as he held her close to him but not too tight as he felt like she would break in his grip if he were to not be more careful.
Upon reaching the hospital, Mavis was immediately brought to the emergency room, leaving Grayson still astounded in the hallway. He ran his fingers through his hair, questioning himself if he had been so negligent towards Mavis that he could not even tell why she was sick in the first place.
Meanwhile, inside the emergency room, Mavis’ doctor and ob gyne were summoned to make sure that she and her baby were okay.
“I-Is my baby okay?” she asked with tears starting to flood her eyes.
“Yes, Mrs. Briar. The baby is okay but you are not. It is best to discuss this matter further with your husband,” Dr. Julie stated, only to feel a tight grip on her wrist.
“Please, please… do not mention this matter to my husband. He does not have to know. Like I said, I will go through the necessary treatment as long as my baby is okay. If we have to delay them, then so be it. Please… I am begging you.”
“Mrs. Briar, your husband has the right to know about this.”
Even after saying that, Mavis still shook her head and stood her ground that her illness shall remain a secret from her husband. As much as Dr. Julie wanted to convince Mavis not to postpone her treatment, she truly could not do anything else since her patient herself was uncooperative. She could only agree with her, hence, after Mavis was given some medicine that would temporarily ease the symptoms of her leukemia, they transferred her to another room. When Mavis was able to fall back into sleep, Grayson spoke with her doctor to confirm her situation.
“Tell me what is wrong with my wife, Dr. Julie,” he demanded.
“Don’t worry too much, Mr. Briar. This is simply due to her pregnancy and since Mrs. Briar’s body is not that strong as an average person, her symptoms are like this. We have already given her the necessary treatment so the possibility of her experiencing this again decreased.”
“You are not hiding something from me, are you?”
“Mr. Briar, I am a doctor and I will not do such a thing.”
After their conversation, Grayson headed to Mavis’ room and found her asleep. Taking the seat just near her bed, he could not help but feel bad about almost everything. He knew he had never been that ideal husband, and not to mention, he was not able to reciprocate her feelings. And now that he confirmed that she truly was pregnant, he no longer knew what exactly to do… to divorce her and take the child with him or should he just live with the growing guilt inside him and stay with her.
When morning arrived, Mavis woke up and was greeted by the sight of her husband sleeping just beside her. He was still wearing his sleeping clothes and did not bother to change them the other night so it made her smile, thinking that he stayed beside her all night. Staring at him, she was once again reminded of Dr. Julie’s words, telling her that indeed, Grayson had every right to know of her illness. However, Mavis simply feared that he might force her to either abort the baby or it could become another reason for him to truly leave her. She still had two months left to make him change his mind and she would not let her illness be on the way.
A few hours later, Dr. Julie gave her permission for Mavis to be discharged, convincing Grayson even more that Mavis was not in a dire situation. With that matter somehow temporarily resolved, the couple headed to the airport for their scheduled honeymoon.
“Grayson…”
Just when Mavis thought that everything was going quite smoothly, she froze in her place upon hearing that familiar voice. And at that exact moment, Grayson let go of her hand as he turned to see who called out his name.
“Venice,” he said as he walked towards her. “I told you, didn’t I? You did not have to come here.”
“But you will be gone for a week. I will surely miss you.” Venice did not really care if Mavis was there and she just stepped forward and hugged the man she only loved. “Why don’t you just bring me with you?”
“We talked about this, Venice,” Grayson said with a whisper, hugging Venice back and assuring her that he won't go back on his promise of marrying her.Mavis could not bring herself to watch any longer. She may be the wife, but at that moment, it made her feel like she was the third party… the one who ruined their almost perfect relationship. She headed to the plane first and settled on their assigned seats. While waiting for Grayson, she called her friend, Jackson.“What's up? I just got told that you took another week off,” Jackson stated. “Is something wrong?”“No.” She smiled with a mixture of bitterness. “We are heading to our honeymoon.”A moment of silence ruled over them."A honeymoon?" Jackson clarified just in case he misheard her."Yes," Mavis replied, her hand clenched as the image of Grayson hugging Venice crossed her mind. "Grayson and I are finally going to our honeymoon.""What changed?" he asked.Since it was something out of the blue, Jackson immediately sensed that
The next morning, Mavis was able to wake up earlier than planned. Just next to her was Grayson, still asleep and there seemed to be signs of him waking up at any moment. He actually kept his promise and did the deed only once so that alone was a small surprise for her. She shifted in her position and kissed him on the cheek, something she was not able to do for the past five years.She left the bed and took her bag with her to the kitchen. She secretly took in some of her prescribed medicine so the symptoms of her illness would not show as much as possible during the entire week of their honeymoon.After doing so, she started to prepare some light breakfast for the two of them. Not long after, she felt Grayson's arms around her waist."Good morning, amore," he greeted in a whisper."Just in time for breakfast, honey," Mavis replied as calmly as she could, but her blushing face still showed how this sudden change still affected her.Whil
Flabbergasted would be an understatement to describe how Mavis felt upon hearing her very own husband tell her such a thing. After he left her all alone without any calls, Grayson still had the guts to act like he did nothing wrong to her."Are you telling me, your wife, to move to the bedroom so my sister could occupy our bedroom? Are you listening to yourself right now?" she snapped."I do not want to argue right now, Mavis. Your things are already moved into the guest room anyway. If you need anything, just use my card," her husband replied before walking past her. "I have to head back to the company."Before he could reach the door, Mavis rushed towards him and grabbed his arm. He forced him to face her."What about our deal? Grayson, you promised me! You promised me that for two months, you would treat me like your wife-""That deal is already void, Mavis. Forget about it and just think carefully what you want as an alimony," he said, cutting
Mavis locked herself in one of the cubicles in the washroom, holding her chest with both hands. She still could feel how hard her heart was thumping as if it wanted to jump out of her chest at that very moment. It was not like she was scared that she angered Grayson, but it was her body belatedly reacting after showing such a brave front.As she recalled the words she said, a sense of guilt slowly shrouded her. Holding her belly, she let out a sigh."Your mother is selfish, isn't she?" she muttered, talking to her unborn child. "She just does not know when to let go of your father."At that moment, her marriage of five years came flashing back. It was loveless. Empty. Fragile. What was worse than that was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, nothing had changed. She suppressed a sob. She shut her eyes tight and took several deep breaths to hold back her tears.She wanted to be brave, not just for her sake, but for her baby as well."It
The very next day, Mavis did her usual routine and left the apartment. In the blink of an eye, a crowd of reporters came and surrounded her. Flashes of cameras made her wince, but what caught her off-guard was the very first question she heard from a reporter."Mavis Charter, when did you divorce Grayson Briar?" she asked before almost shoving her microphone on Mavis' face."What are your thoughts on your sister's upcoming wedding with your ex-husband?" another reporter asked.Those questions baffled her because they were speaking as if she and Grayson had already parted ways."And is it true that you were the person behind your sister's accident five years ago?"Before she could speak another single word, a man wearing a hooded jacket, a mask, and a cap swooped into the crowd, carried Mavis over his shoulder and ran away from the nosy reporters. They managed to get away after 10 minutes of trying to lose their pursuers. When Jackson put Mavi
Mavis woke up earlier than usual that day. Even though her scheduled meeting with Hestia Fiore was in the afternoon, her nerves were already on edge and keeping her on her toes. At any moment, she might just burst out of anxiousness. Her bed was littered with only a few dresses and none of them really appealed to her. She felt like the dresses she brought with her were not good enough to make a good impression on the best designer.She then shifted her gaze to the wall clock."Nine o'clock... Around this time, Grayson wouldn't be at home," she muttered to herself. She grabbed her coat and headed to the door. "Might as well go and get more clothes."Taking a cab, she reached the house and carefully observed first if there were any people there. Upon making sure that no one else was around, she stepped out of the cab and got inside.The house looked pretty much the same when she left, except for the mountain of boxes on the corner. Her guess? They were Venice's. Biting her lower lip, s
Mavis waited at the rooftop of Grayson's company, the very place where she first met him. It was a place designed for the employees of Laurasia to spend their break times. Since it was still working hours and everyone was pretty much busy with the ongoing large-scale project of the company, no one was around.She walked towards the table at the farthest corner, where she could clearly see the cloudless sky. It was a table for two only. Even after years had passed, Mavis could not forget how she met Grayson in that very spot. Sitting on one of the chairs, she recalled that one fateful day.It was her day off yet Venice came stomping into her room while panicking and screaming. Mavis immediately woke up after her stepsister pulled her blanket away."You have to go to Laurasia right now!" Venice demanded with puffy red eyes."What? I thought you were going," Mavis replied, confused."Do you think I can go there with these?!" Venice pointed at her face.Looking at her closely, she finally
After the incident at the Laurasia rooftop, Mavis Charter-Briar disappeared in Sephis City. Her disappearance became the talk of the town with the public speculating that she ran away to avoid getting arrested for almost killing her stepsister. Others argued that she left the city because of her failed marriage with Grayson Briar. No one really tried to look for her, not even the Charter couple since they thought she was a good riddance after staining the reputation of their family. Venice did not bother knowing what happened after she left Mavis on the rooftop because what mattered to her more was the proceedings for the finalization of Grayson's divorce."Hey, Jackson..."Turning on his heels, Jackson faced his manager who seemed to be troubled."Do you really not have any contact with Mavis?" his manager asked.He shook his head."I tried calling her and even went to the temporary apartment she was staying, but she is gone. Why?" Jackson questioned."Well... She had been the one m
Grayson's kiss was possessive. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer towards him and feeling her warmth that he seemed to have been hungry for. With his other hand, he held the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, however, Hestia pulled away. Pain tugged at her heart and disgust started to boil at the pit of her stomach. "We... We should not be doing this," she muttered, putting her hand over his chest to push him away."You're right. My apologies."After saying those words, Grayson turned his back on her and strutted out of the gazebo, leaving her all by herself. He ran his fingers over his hair with a frustrated sigh upon realizing what he had done. He already divorced her and was now preparing to marry the woman who saved him and who was supposedly his bride years ago, but he hated himself for having contradicting feelings. He could only remind himself to get his senses together so as not to make another mistake that he might regret later on.Not to mention, he did n
Hestia sat on the side while enjoying her glass of champagne. Her eyes scanned the room and she pretty much could name every businessmen who attended the party. Heaving a sigh, she could only wait for Mrs. Charter's next move since she was surely to play Cupid that evening. It was probably to make sure that Hestia won't try to get Grayson back from Venice and keep her occupied until the wedding.Shifting her gaze to the right side of the room, just two tables away from her was the group where Venice and Grayson were. According to the information Hestia gathered, they were the elite friends of the up-and-coming bride who visited from overseas."Oh, Mavis... Don't just sit there and watch everyone get along," Mrs. Charter said as she approached Hestia with a rather exaggerated smile.Along with her was a man, probably in his early 30s. He stood at almost six feet with his hair slicked back and only a few strands fell on his forehead. The moment their gazes met, the man smiled and nodded
Early in the morning, Hestia was already awake to prepare for her interview at the Star Magazine. Wearing a simple blue dress with a ribbon tied behind her revealing back, she paired it with two-inch high heels. She grabbed her small bag and headed downstairs, where she found Venice and Grayson surrounded by several bags and luggage. Before any of them could speak, Mrs. Charter came in and greeted them with a kiss on the cheek. "Mavis, dear. It's still early in the morning. Where are you headed to?" Mrs. Charter asked. "If your errand isn't that important, then you should cancel it for now and help your sister unpack.""Unpack?" Hestia questioned since she thought that Venice just packed her stuff and was more than ready to leave the family home. But it seemed like it was the total opposite."Yes. Since it is just a matter of time before their wedding, she decided to live here because she wanted to reconcile with you. Isn't that much better so once she gets married, you two would st
"You really are shameless," Venice hissed. "Stop being desperate and leave me and Grayson alone!"Hestia looked at her with wide eyes. Within a few seconds, her eyes teared up."I... I did not do anything," she said before a tear finally escaped her eye. "Venice!" Mrs. Charter's voice filled the room as she stomped her way towards the two. She pulled Venice's hand and forced her to keep her distance from Hestia. "What kind of attitude is this, Venice? Your sister has finally come home after three years of being missing, yet this is what you do?"Venice scoffed at the sudden change of her mother. She looked at her while pointing at Hestia, who was still looking down and wiping away her tears."Really, Mom? You are taking her side?" She let out a forced laugh. "Are you forgetting that she posted that article blaming me for the death of her baby and her disappearance? Mom, why are you suddenly welcoming her into our home?!""I am not siding with anyone here," Mrs. Charter said with a fi
"No!" Hestia insisted as she held onto her chair. "I do not want to go home just yet! I wanna drink! I wanna go all-out!""Enough already. I'm driving you back to your house," Grayson said before turning to Noah. "Let's meet up some other time. I will call you."After saying that, he managed to force Hestia to let go of the chair. He immediately carried her over his shoulder despite her attempts to get away from him. Reaching the parking lot, he had her occupy the front seat and put on her seatbelt. Just when he was about to move away from her, Hestia leaned against his shoulder."What did I do?" she asked. Her voice sounded like it would break at any moment. "Why did you leave me, Grayson? Did I do something wrong?""No... You did nothing wrong, Mavis."After he said those words, Hestia did not respond or move. It was only that time did Grayson realize that she had been knocked out so he carefully adjusted her seat so she would be more comfortable. It took them only several minutes t
Grayson was done preparing dinner and it puzzled him when Venice still did not come downstairs. Usually, she would be in the kitchen with him, watching him cook and prepare dinner. Just when he was about to head to her room, he received a message from Noah, his friend and the private investigator he hired to look into Hestia. "I don't know if you already saw it, but you should take a look at this." Along with the message, there was a link attached. Grayson clicked on it and it immediately led him to the anonymous that was still being feasted upon by the public. Reading through it, Venice was the very first person who crossed his mind. It probably had reached his fiance so he rushed to her room and, indeed, he saw her all wrapped in her thick blanket. Her small sniffles reached her ears. "I... I did not do it," she mumbled. "Why are you blaming me?" She repeated those words like she was chanting a spell. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed.
Maximillian was confused since he had no idea who this Karylle or Kyler was. Even then, he still kept himself together and squeezed Mavis' hand."Hes... Who are they?" he questioned before lightly shaking his head. "More importantly, are you okay?""Karylle is the babysitter of my son, Kyler," Mavis replied as she took her hand away from Maximillian's touch. "And... I am not Hestia. I am Mavis."Before the mafia boss could speak, the doctor entered the room and checked on Mavis. The nurse with him started to put ointment on the cigarette burns on her skin to lessen the chances of it scarring. Meanwhile, Maximillian stood and led the doctor outside the room."You said before that Hestia's CT scan came out okay. Are you sure about that?" he questioned."Yes, sir. Here it is." The doctor handed him a copy of the CT scan. "Everything looks okay. There is no bleeding, fracture, or any kind of abnormalities so there is no need to worry about it."Maximillian stared at the doctor with a cold
Trigger Warning: Depiction of slightly detailed violence ahead. Viewer's discretion is advised.For some reason, Grayson felt something off with Hestia."What kind of favor is it?" he asked."Maybe you should get inside first." Hestia opened the door for him to enter. "It's raining."When the two of them settled in the living room, the first thing that Grayson noticed was the wedding dress displayed on the side. "You still have the blank check I gave you, right?" he asked, shifting his gaze to Hestia who just prepared him some snacks.She sat on the chair across from him and smiled."No," she replied, earning a confused look from Grayson. "I threw it away since that dress will never be for sale.""I see. As for the favor you mentioned before, what is it?"Hestia held her mug of chocolate drink with both of her hands. She stared at it for some time."When Mrs. Charter visited me the other day at the hospital, she showed me the DNA test result between me and her other daughter, Mavis C
Trigger Warning: Depiction of sexual assault and violence ahead. Proceed with caution.Yarrow was none other than the nickname for Hestia to keep her real identity hidden from the other members of the mafia. For her to be held as a hostage was more than enough reason for Maximillian to kill anyone.He grabbed the phone from the newcomer and spoke."Where is she?" he asked."Maximillian!" the man on the other side exclaimed with excitement. "It's been a while since we last spoke. As for your precious woman, it's better that you speak with her yourself."The old man holding Mavis captive held the phone towards her with a grin. "Speak, woman," he demanded before one of his men removed the gag in her mouth."H-Help me, Maximillian," she cried. "I... I cannot take this anymore. It's too painful..."Sobs left her mouth, stopping her from speaking any further. The moment the old man stepped out of the room, the tattooed guy put a hanky over her mouth to stop her from shouting just like the