Simeon's POVI couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Evelyn. The woman I thought I knew so well—the woman who had stood by me during storms, yet had silently waged a war I never asked for. Her confession tore through the room like a blade, its edge sharper than any betrayal I could have imagined. She had done all of this for us, for our love, or so she claimed. But if that were true, why hadn’t she come to me? Why hadn’t she trusted me to protect what we had? I glanced at Andrew. His face was a mask of pain and rejection, his laugh hollow and bitter. He didn’t even try to respond to Evelyn; he didn’t need to. The silence between them spoke volumes. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Evelyn,” I said, my voice tight with anger, “why did you think it was your responsibility to make these sacrifices for us? Why couldn’t you trust me enough to fight for us?” Her lips parted, but I wasn’t finished. “Do you have any idea how disappointed I am? You went behind my back. You
Gina’s POVI stared at my son, Simeon, my hands outstretched, my voice soft, almost pleading. I had hoped—no, prayed—that he would see reason. That he would join me, and together we would destroy the Walkers. The same family that ripped him from my arms, turned him against me, and left me to rot in despair. But when he muttered “no,” a quiet, cutting rejection, my heart clenched. I took a step forward, trying to convince him. “Simeon, please. This is our chance. Don’t you see? The Walkers have torn us apart for too long. We can bring them down together.” For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes—hesitation, perhaps—but it was gone in an instant. “No,” he repeated firmly. The word hit me like a slap. I blinked, struggling to keep my composure. “No? Simeon, I’m your mother. I’ve fought for this—for YOU—all these years. Don’t you understand? Everything I’ve done has been for us.” He shook his head, his gaze cold and unrelenting. “You haven't done anything fo
Andrew’s POV“Move,” Gina said coldly, pointing the gun in my direction. Simeon’s arms were stretched wide in front of me. He didn’t even flinch. “No,” he said firmly, his gaze steady. “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first.” The words jolted me. Of all people, Simeon? I couldn’t understand it. The same man I had spent years resenting, the same brother I had accused of betrayal and despised for years… was now risking his life for me? “What are you doing?” I muttered behind him, confused by his actions. He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression calm. “Saving your life,” he said casually, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. “Why?” I demanded, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He smirked faintly, his voice dropping so only I could hear. “Maybe I’m tired of being the villain,” he said. “Maybe I want to be the hero for once.” His words sounded light, almost teasing, but I knew better. Behind that smirk was something de
Simeon's POVI couldn’t believe my eyes. Evelyn! Out of nowhere. A second ago, she was gone, claiming a migraine. Now, she was here—staggering, falling forward. My stomach twisted painfully as realization struck. She had thrown herself in front of Andrew, taking the bullet meant for him. “Evelyn!” Her name ripped from my throat, my voice hoarse with panic. I ran toward her, knees buckling as I dropped beside her crumpled form. Blood bloomed across her back, seeping through her clothes. The world became a blur. The distant shouts, the chaos—they faded into white noise. All I could see was Evelyn. “Stay with me,” I pleaded, pressing my trembling hands against her wound to stop the bleeding. My voice cracked as I helplessly watched her blood pooling beneath her. “Someone call the ambulance! Or get the car! Please hurry!” I yelled frantically. Andrew, having regained his senses from the shock, stumbled to her side and knelt beside her, his face ashen and stricken. “Evelyn…
Sheila's POV When I opened my eyes, the bright white walls and the sterile smell of disinfectant immediately told me where I was. The hospital.....I was in the hospital.I tried to move, but a sharp pain throbbed in my head, forcing me to groan softly. Turning my head carefully to the side, I saw someone seated beside me. Their arms were folded on the edge of the bed, and their head was bowed down, resting on their forearms. The figure looked tired, as if sleep had come to them after a long, restless night. My vision was blurry, making it hard to see who it was. I blinked a few times, but it didn’t help much, so I used my hand to gently wipe my eyes. Once my vision cleared, I reached out and lightly touched the person’s arm. The figure stirred, jerking up in an instant. Andrew’s face appeared, his features haggard and his hair slightly disheveled. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days. As soon as he saw me, he started shouting in his half-asleep state. "Doctor! D
Andrew's POVI stepped back as Sheila’s mother burst into the room, calling her name with tears in her eyes. She enveloped Sheila in a tight hug, her voice shaking with relief.Without saying a word, I quietly turned and stepped outside, easing the door shut behind me to allow them their mother-daughter moment. I leaned against the doorframe, letting my head rest lightly against it as I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest felt heavier than I’d expected. I knew Sheila would reject me. In fact, I’d prepared myself for it—or so I thought. I knew I’d hurt her deeply, more than I could ever make up for. But even with all that knowledge, hearing her say those words... “I can’t accept your love.”...it cut deeper than I imagined. Her question kept replaying in my head, like a haunting echo I couldn’t silence. “Did you realize your love for me now because Evelyn confessed her love for Simeon?” The truth was indeed hard to tell. It had taken Evelyn’s confession to rip away the blinde
Simeon’s POV I stepped into the room, letting the door close softly behind me. “Sheila,” I said softly, drawing their attention. Sheila turned her head, a small smile forming on her lips. “Simeon. Hi.” Mia also turned and stood up to hug me warmly. “Simeon,” she exclaimed and held my hand, bringing me closer to Sheila. “How are you feeling, Sheila?” I asked, stepping closer. “I’m fine now,” she replied, her voice steady but subdued. “Thanks to you.” Mia turned to me, her eyes brimming with gratitude. “Thank you, Simeon,” she said earnestly. “For saving my daughter... for saving me. If anything had happened to my daughter... I don’t think I would have survived it.” I shook my head lightly. “Nothing will happen to either of you. And it wasn’t just me. Andrew deserves just as much credit. He mobilized his men and put everything into the rescue.” At the mention of Andrew, Sheila’s smile faltered. Her expression grew distant, her gaze dropping to her hands. I sighed qui
Simeon’s POV I left Sheila’s room after the unexpected dinner invitation from Grandma, and headed back to Evelyn's room. I wondered if Andrew had already gone to see her. I knocked lightly on Evelyn’s door before pushing it open. To my surprise, she was awake, her face pale under the soft light of the room. She lay in bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, a distant look in them as though she was lost in thought. I walked over and sat beside her. “How are you feeling?” I asked softly. Evelyn blinked, slowly turning her head to meet my gaze. “I’m fine,” she replied warmly. “I just… can’t feel my legs,” she added softly, almost like she was saying it to herself more than to me. “I tried asking the nurse that attended to me, but she didn't say anything about it. Did the doctor tell you anything?” I averted my eyes, unsure of how to proceed. The doctor’s words had been clear, and I knew I had to tell her the truth. But I wasn’t sure if I could bear seeing her crumble under the wei
Phoebe’s POVThe men’s taunts and shoves suddenly stopped, replaced by an angry shout. "Turn off those damn bright lights!" one of them yelled.The harsh, blinding beam of a car’s headlights cut through the alley like a spotlight, and I had to squint against the glare. The three men cursed, stumbling back, clearly irritated."Hey, you! Get out of here with that light!" one of them yelled. I didn’t waste a second. With all the desperation I felt in my chest, I screamed, "Help! Please, help me!"The car’s headlights were so bright, I couldn’t see the driver at all—just the silhouette of someone sitting behind the wheel. The men looked at each other, muttering curses before taking a few steps back, clearly annoyed but not ready to give up.I could barely breathe in the tense silence, but I was just so relieved that they were backing off. It was a small victory, but it was enough to make me feel a flicker of hope. I had to get away—get to safety before they changed their minds.Then the c
Phoebe’s POV Carla’s face burned with rage as she stormed toward Rachel, grabbing her by the hair and yanking hard. “You think I wouldn’t find out? You’ve been sneaking around with my husband!” Rachel yelped, struggling to free herself. “You’re crazy! Let go of me, Carla! What the hell is wrong with you?!” The chaos erupted as other staff members tried to intervene. One of them, Lily, Rachael's best friend, stepped forward and slapped Carla hard across the face. “Enough, Carla! Stop acting like this is Rachel’s fault! Your husband doesn’t even love you—he’s only sticking around for the kids!” Carla froze for a moment, her face contorting with fury. “How dare you say that to me? He told you that crap? So, you've also been sleeping with my husband?!” she hissed before lunging at Lily. The room descended into utter chaos as Carla clawed at Rachel and then turned on Lily, who shoved her back. “Get off me, you fat pig!” Rachel shouted, pushing Carla away. The staff scrambled t
Phoebe’s POVI had barely taken a few steps when I slipped on the spilled water on the floor, losing my balance and crashing to the ground. The crash of the glass milkshake I was holding hitting the floor echoed like thunder. I stood frozen, staring at the mess. The thick, sticky liquid spread across the floor, and I could feel my heart sink.Who the hell had spilled water here?!“Phoebe!” My boss’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife. He was fuming, his face red with frustration. “What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?”I opened my mouth to apologize, but he was already shaking his head in disgust.“Get the mop and clean this up, now! I don't want to hear any of your silly excuses,” He ordered. His tone was harsher than usual, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.These past weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare. It felt like trouble followed me wherever I went. Just last week, I was blamed for serving a customer t
Sheila's POVI was in my room with Mom, carefully organizing the clothes Granny had recently bought for me. There were so many that I wondered when I would have the chance to wear them all. I kept telling her I had enough, but my sweet Granny wouldn't hear of it. "Sheila," Mom began, her voice gentle yet curious, "I've noticed Andrew dropping you off quite often lately. Are you two back together?" A warm blush immediately crept up my cheeks. I paused, folding a shirt, and then replied, "We're just taking things slowly, Mom. One step at a time." She looked at me with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see," she said, her tone teasing. "Well, if you're really sure about giving Andrew another chance, then I give you my blessings." I felt a surge of happiness and gratitude. I walked over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. "Thank you, Mom. You've always stood by me, and I can't express how much that means to me." She pulled back slightly, holding my hands i
Andrew's POVA few weeks had passed since the chaos surrounding Therese and everything else had settled. Alfred was back to work after being suspended for weeks without pay, and things with Sheila had been going progressively smoothly. I had been buried in work, the weight of the business constantly hanging over my head. As I sat in my office, typing away on my laptop, a sharp knock on the door interrupted my concentration. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and my parents entered. My secretary rushed in after them, looking flustered. It was obvious she had tried to stop them, but they were having none of it. "Andrew," my father called out, his tone already tinged with annoyance. My mother followed behind him, her expression unreadable but no less intense. My secretary stepped into my office and began to explain. "I... I apologize, Mr. Walker. They insisted on seeing you immediately," she said nervously. "They refused to wait for me to inform you before they barged i
Sheila's POVAs the plane touched down in the city, I felt a sense of relief mixed with anxiety. We were finally back, but the weight of everything that had happened still loomed over me. As soon as the plane’s door opened, the cold rush of air hit us, and I could see the flashing lights of police cars waiting on the tarmac. They were already here, prepared for whatever would unfold next. As we began to step off the plane, the sound of raised voices reached us. Turning around, I saw Andrew's guards holding Anna back, their grip firm as she struggled against them. "Please, I just need to talk to her!" Anna cried out desperately, her voice trembling. "I promise I don't mean any harm!"Andrew’s expression darkened as he stepped forward. “Take her away,” he ordered, his tone cold and unyielding. “I don’t want to see her again.” “No! Please, Mistress, just a moment! I need to say something to you,” Anna pleaded, her voice growing louder. Her tear-filled eyes met mine, and the despe
Sheila's POVI didn’t know where Andrew was taking me, but I could see how furious and upset he was. His mood was dark, and I could feel the weight of his emotions without him saying a word to me. I didn’t even ask. There was something about him that made me want to follow quietly, unsure how I was going to calm him down, and not wanting to make his mood worse. He led me to a secluded part of the plane, a small, well-decorated room that looked almost like a personal cabin. Before I could ask any questions, Andrew shut the door behind us. His eyes, filled with a storm of emotions, met mine for a brief moment before he suddenly pulled me into his arms. I froze, caught off guard by the suddenness of his embrace. He pressed his head against my shoulder, holding me tightly as though trying to find some comfort. We stood there for a few seconds, both unsure of what to do. Hesitantly, I began to pat his back, uncertain of how to respond. “They turned against me! I trusted them so muc
Andrew’s POV I was trying so hard to understand what I had just heard. Anna, the woman who had served me so faithfully all these years, had been hiding something this massive from me. How could Therese be Anna's daughter? I stared at her, disbelief flooding my veins. I hadn’t known Anna had a child, let alone one who was working in my mansion under false pretenses. “What’s going on, Anna?” I asked, my voice thick with anger and confusion. “How is it possible that your daughter has been working here without my knowledge?” Anna’s face twisted with a mix of guilt and fear, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never been one to break down easily, but this time, it was different. “She’s not really my daughter, Master,” Anna explained shakily, her voice quivering. “She’s my late twin sister’s child… I raised her as my own after my sister passed away. I’ve done everything I could to give her a good life, everything. I sent money whenever I could, supported her when she needed it. I
Andrew's POV“Double-check everything,” I instructed the housekeeper over the phone. “The villa needs to be ready when we arrive, and I want the staff there briefed. No room for error.” “Yes, Sir. Everything is confirmed,” the voice on the other end said. “Good,” I replied with a nod before hanging up. It had taken a lot of effort to organize this, but I knew it would definitely be worth it. I turned to Alfred. “Are the movement schedules finalized? And the cars we'll be using once we land?” He nodded. “Yes, Master. Everything has been arranged as per your instructions. Everything has been confirmed.” “Excellent,” I replied, leaning slightly against the window frame. I allowed myself a small smile, one of satisfaction. The truth was, I knew Sheila wouldn’t have come willingly if I had asked her outright. She would’ve found an excuse, some way to evade me. That’s why I had to take matters into my own hands. It wasn’t ideal, but it was necessary. Alfred tilted his head, ob