004 My breath caught in my throat, the words echoing in my ears. “Excuse me?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. “You heard me,” Stanley said, his tone oozing with confidence, his lips curling into a smirk. “You want to work for me? Then prove your worth. Show me what makes you indispensable.” My hands trembled as I clutched the phone. His words were calculated, laced with arrogance, and it threw me off balance. I had expected something else, not this unnerving proposition. When I didn’t respond, he chuckled—a low, knowing sound. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you rethinking that desperate declaration of ‘anything’? I thought you were serious.” Tears stung my eyes, but I swallowed them back. His composed yet biting words were harder to endure than outright cruelty. I clenched my jaw, humiliation searing through me. “Well?” he prompted, his tone sharp yet disturbingly calm. “The clock’s ticking. If you can’t handle this conversation, you’re already wasting my time.
005 After speaking he slammed the door on my face. Tears stung my eyes as I stood frozen at the door, my heart heavy with doubt and fear. For a brief moment, I wanted to turn around and walk away, but where could I go? I had no place left to turn. No home. No safety. Just the cold streets waiting for me if I left here. I felt a sharp, biting pang in my chest as the thought crossed my mind: Maybe I should beg. But then, I shook my head violently. Begging Stanley again? I couldn’t. My pride, as small as it was, told me it would be too humiliating. But deep down, I knew that if I didn’t, I would have nothing. No future. No way forward. Survival, I reminded myself. To survive, I needed to put my pride aside, to face whatever humiliation came with it. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly, painfully, raised my fist and banged on the door again, louder this time. Knock. Knock. Knock. I waited, but the seconds dragged by in agonizing silence. No answer. A lump formed in my throa
006Stanley turned abruptly, his piercing gaze locking onto me where I still sat on the cold, tiled floor. His voice dripped with disdain as he sneered, “Did you not hear me?” The harshness in his tone snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts, yanking me back into the unforgiving reality of the moment. My heart clenched as I hastily wiped away the tears that had pooled in my eyes, using the back of my palms to erase any evidence of weakness. Shakily, I stood, my legs threatening to give way under the weight of my humiliation. Without another word, Stanley spun on his heel and marched toward the door. I followed silently, my footsteps hesitant as I trailed behind him. Each step felt heavy, the air between us thick with tension. He led me through the grand hallways, past expensive art and pristine furniture that spoke volumes of his wealth and power, until we arrived at the kitchen. The room was nothing short of breathtaking—opulent and pristine, with gleaming marble countertops, g
007“This is your room,” the maid said as we arrived at a door. She twisted the doorknob, and we both walked inside. Once we entered, my mouth dropped in awe, but I quickly closed it. Everything in the room screamed wealth, from the floors to the walls. “Are you sure this is my room?” I asked the maid again. She smiled knowingly, seeing the shock on my face. “Yes, this is your room,” she replied. “Mr. Stanley asked for this room to be prepared especially for you.” “Wow, it’s beautiful,” I said, and the maid couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, it is. Mr. Stanley has great taste. For now, I’ll leave you to settle in. And don’t forget—if you need any help or support, you can always call out to me, okay?” I nodded, still taking in the grandeur of the room. This doesn’t look like a maid’s room, I thought. This looks like a princess’s room. It was way bigger than the house Ryan and I lived in—until I was betrayed and stabbed in the back. I walked toward the bed and brushed my
008 Just then, I became tense. I could feel the hairs on my hands standing on end. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed the figure in front of me and turned to run away. Once I got outside, I closed the door and ran down the hallway. When I saw that I had reached a safe distance from the room, I paused to catch my breath. “Who was that?” I asked myself. The voice wasn’t Stanley’s—I remembered his voice, and he didn’t sound like that. That voice belonged to someone else, I knew it for sure. Just as I began sprinting again on my way back to my own room, my eyes locked onto a door—I had finally found what I was searching for. The name was boldly displayed at the top of the door: Candy. “Could this be her room?” I thought. Without hesitation, I walked toward the door and knocked. After the first knock, there was no reply on the other side. I knocked again, this time harder; still, no response. Just as I was about to knock for the third time, the door swung open—and beh
009 He picked up the spoon and began eating. I gasped in shock because I was expecting a different reaction from him. A smile pulled at my lips afterward, and I turned to stare at Candy, who was also in shock. She stared back at me, clenched her jaw, and gritted her teeth tightly as she trembled. Her eyes spoke rather than her mouth: I'll make sure you're done for. I smirked at her, folded my arms, and then walked away, heading back to the kitchen. As I arrived at the kitchen, I couldn't help but chuckle. From Candy's expression, it seemed she had given me the wrong information about Mr. Stanley’s favorite dishes. Yet, he had eaten what I made. What a shock that must have been for her, I thought to myself as I leaned against the tiled counter, feeling accomplished. But just as I thought I could enjoy my peace, Candy stormed in. She grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. I let out a slight whimper from the pain, but she didn’t stop—she pulled even harder. "You think you'r
010 "No, Mr. Stanley, it's not what you're thinking!" I stuttered. "Candy's lying! She told me you asked for your room to be cleaned by me, and that's what I did. I only cleaned your room—nothing else!" "Lies! All you do is lie!" Candy spat as she stormed toward me. Just as she raised her hand to slap me, another hand caught hers mid-air. I turned toward the source of the interruption and froze. My eyes widened in shock. Charles. Why would he help me? He cast me a quick glance before flinging Candy’s hand away. Then, turning to Stanley, he said firmly, "She didn’t do it." Stanley, who had been seething moments ago, hesitated. His gaze darkened as he asked, "How do you know she’s not the one who took it?" Charles smirked. "Because I’m a people person." "Really?" Candy scoffed, folding her arms. "That’s your excuse for defending a thief?" Charles ignored her, but Stanley shot Candy a sharp glare, silencing her. She huffed and stepped back into place. "Also," Charles co
011 Candy’s eyes darted wildly between Stanley and Charles as the laptop screen flickered, casting a pale glow across the room. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with anticipation. I could hear the maids shifting uneasily, their whispers now reduced to shallow breaths as they waited for the inevitable truth to be revealed. Candy, however, wasn’t going down without a fight. "Wait!" she suddenly blurted, stepping forward and forcing a nervous laugh. "Mr. Stanley, there’s no need for this. It’s just a misunderstanding! Why rely on some footage when we all saw her go into your room?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the confidence she tried so hard to maintain. Stanley didn’t even spare her a glance. His attention remained on Charles, who was already maneuvering through the footage. The cursor hovered over a folder labeled Security—Room 306, and with one click, the file opened. Candy’s panic grew. "You don’t need to see it!" she insisted, voice rising. "I me
ALORA'S POV061“Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him, my voice tight with disbelief.“Yes, really,” Mr. Grey replied, tapping a few keys on his laptop. “When I checked the footage again, I noticed it had been blurred using some kind of virus filter. But it’s not permanent—I can fix it. I can help you.”I stared at him. My heart jumped, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford to let hope ruin my focus.“Thank you,” I breathed. “Seriously, Mr. Grey, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Do you think you can get it done by tomorrow?”He hesitated for a second, then nodded confidently. “I’ll work through the night if I have to. You’ll have it by tomorrow. I promise.”I let out a slow breath, tension peeling off me like old skin. “Thanks,” I said quietly. “I’m counting on you.”“You should,” he said simply.Without another word, I turned and left the room. There was no time to lose. I needed to show Stanley the footage of Chloe pushing his mother. He deserved the
ALORA'S POV060"Uhm, I… I uhm, I'm…" I stammered, my voice faltering as a knot formed in my throat. I had no idea what to say to the stern man staring at me. But then it struck me—everyone believed I was Mr. Stanley’s wife now. If I played that role convincingly, and backed it with the photos I’d collected, there was no way he wouldn’t believe me.Straightening my shoulders, I forced the trembling out of my voice. “I’m… I’m Mrs. Stanley. Mr. Stanley’s wife. And you must be Mr. Grey.”He stared at me, his lips tightening. “Women like you disgust me,” he snapped without hesitation.My breath caught in my chest. Had I heard that right? “Did you just say I disgust you?” I asked, stunned.He didn’t even blink. “You claim to be his wife, yet you go around cheating on him. Yeah, I saw the whole thing.”“Mr. Grey, please,” I pleaded quickly, pushing down the wave of anger and shame rising in me. “I need your help. This is about my dignity—”“Dignity?” he barked out a dry laugh. “What dignity
059ALORA'S POV I had been waiting in my room for the past two hours, ever since the chaos that had unfolded downstairs. My heart was still racing from what had happened, but I needed everything to settle. Everyone had to be asleep before I could make my move. Silence was my ally tonight. Charles thought he was clever—thought he could twist things and make it look like I was lying. But he didn’t know who he was messing with. I was going to show him what smart really looked like. By now, the house had gone quiet. Lights were out in most rooms, and the occasional creak of settling wood was all that could be heard. That was my cue. I stood from my bed, my bare feet making no sound as I slipped out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway. My destination was clear: the CCTV room. That room held the truth—hard evidence of what happened that day. If I was going to expose Charles, I needed the footage. I had heard an old man named Grey was usually stationed there, but rumor had it he w
058 STANLEY'S POV After my mom had passed, Chloe and I were headed back home. It was already late at this point. I was driving. And just then, my phone began buzzing through the call. When I looked at the name on the screen, I saw that it was Alora, and I ended the call instantly. I didn't want anything to do with her. Not now. Especially now that my mother had passed away. I needed to find myself. Alora had betrayed me in the worst way ever. So I thought. After a while, I arrived home. I parked the car in the parking lot, and Chloe and I got out from the car. We both walked into the house and just as, we did. I saw Alora sitting on the couch in the parlor. I wanted to ignore her at first. But when she spotted me, she stood up and walked towards where I was. I wanted passing her, but then she blocked me. She didn't allow me to pass. "I don't have time for your nonsense, Alora. I have a lot of things way more important than the act you're putting up here right now. Let me pass
STANLEY'S POV 057I gripped her hand tightly, nodding through my uncontrollable sobs."I promise you, Mom. I promise you I won't leave Alora," I said, my voice breaking with emotion.Just as the words left my mouth, she smiled warmly at me. A smile so weak, yet so full of love."Thank you, Stanley," she whispered. "I'm glad... I know you keep to your promises."But suddenly, the machine tracking her heartbeat began to beep faster, shrill and frantic. My mom gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as tears streamed from her closed eyes.Panic exploded inside me."Doctor! Doctor!" I screamed at the top of my lungs."Mom, hold on! I'm coming!"I sprinted out of the ward, my heart pounding in terror. I saw the doctor rushing towards me, alarmed by my cries."Something's happening! My mom — the machine — please hurry!" I stammered desperately.Without wasting a second, the doctor dashed into the room with me close behind.But it was too late.The moment we entered, my legs
ASH'S POV056The courtroom felt like it had frozen in time. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I stood, my hands trembling, as I stood there waiting for the words of the judge, the final verdict." innocent and Mrs. Ash Collins guilty."I staggered back, my breath catching in my throat. No… this can’t be... The verdict echoed again and again in my ears, each replay slicing deeper into my soul. Across the room, Ryan jumped to his feet, unable to contain his joy. He laughed, arms raised triumphantly in the air, while the crowd erupted into wild cheers. Even the jury wore smiles of satisfaction.But for me... the world tilted dangerously.I stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment crushing me. Then, the judge’s voice thundered once more."Mrs. Ash Collins, the court sentences you to five years in prison… followed by execution by shock upon release."The words struck like lightning.Execution?My eyes widened in horror. I must have misheard him. No, no, this isn’t real!Before
ASH'S POV055My eyes widened in shock, heart lurching against my ribs, as Drake stumbled into the courtroom.He looked like a ghost: pale, bloodied, limping heavily, his clothes torn as if he had clawed his way back from death itself.How?The question screamed through my mind.How is he here?It wasn’t just me — the entire courtroom had frozen, every head turning toward him, every breath drawn taut with disbelief.Drake’s voice rang out, raw and desperate."I have proof, my lord!" he cried, staggering closer. "Do not pass the verdict yet! You must see what I have to show!"My stomach twisted violently.Panic clawed at my throat.Across the courtroom, my lawyer glanced back at me, searching my face for guidance.I gave him a slow, deliberate wink.He would understand: stall him. Crush him.Immediately, my lawyer straightened and addressed the judge."My lord," he said, voice smooth and authoritative, "there is no need for further delays. The facts are clear. Ryan Hemsworth is guilty.
STANLEY'S POV054 The party was alive, humming with laughter and the low thrum of music vibrating through the floor. Glasses clinked, voices overlapped in a warm, chaotic symphony, and from a distance, the lights bathed everything in a golden, almost dreamlike glow. To everyone else, it was perfect. But to me, it was a carefully staged lie, and I was barely holding it together. I wove through the crowd, nodding politely, my heart pounding harder with every step. I had made sure Chloe didn’t know the party had been moved earlier — the last thing I needed was unnecessary drama tonight. This moment had to be flawless. For my mother. For the story we had crafted. I pushed my way toward the stage, searching for her face among the sea of guests. She should have been here by now, front and center, smiling proudly. But she wasn’t. Panic prickled at the edge of my mind. Where was she? Without her, all of this — the fake wedding, the fake smiles — meant nothing. I stared at my watch. Time w
053[CHLOE'S POV] I stared at the old hag as she stared back at me. I knew she didn’t like me — ever since that incident when we first met. “What are you doing in this room?” she shouted. “Um, um, um, I-I, um...” I stuttered, frozen under her sharp gaze. “I asked what you’re doing in this room!” she yelled again, advancing towards me. “I was just... I...” My words stumbled out, but before I could finish, she pushed me aside roughly. Her eyes darted to the clothes I had purposely torn. Then, she turned sharply back to me, noticing the scissors still in my hand. Without warning, she slapped me hard across the face. I cupped my cheek, feeling the painful sting radiate through my skin. “What is this? What did you do?!” she bellowed. “You tore the clothes I got as a gift for my son's wife? This... this is the height of it!” Her voice cracked with anger. “I won’t tolerate this. I’ll place a call to my son and tell him everything you’ve done! I’ll have you kicked out of this house i