Sheila's POVAs I sat in the car with Andrew, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked very handsome in his black and gold tuxedo, which looked specially made for him. His hair was neatly styled, and he had this impeccable charm that was kind of hard to ignore.He was busy with his phone, but twice I caught him staring at me, making it a bit awkward when we both caught each other staring.After he finished with his phone, he turned to me. "This will be your first time meeting my family, so I want to give you a heads up. My grandparents are easy to get along with, but not to be taken lightly. My mother and sister are out of the country, and my father isn't very fond of you, but he won't disrespect or be rude to you.""Other relatives will be there, but you don't need to worry about them. Just stay close to me and be yourself, and everything will be fine."I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. It felt like I was being sent to meet sharks but being told they wouldn't bi
Andrew's POVWhat exactly was Gwen up to? Why would she ask Sheila such a question?"Gwen, this isn't the right time for that question, but if you must know, I—""Oh come on, brother, she has a mouth and can speak for herself. Why doesn't she answer the question?" Gwen interrupted, looking at Sheila.Sheila squeezed my hand under the table and smiled at me, indicating she could handle it.Turning to Gwen, Sheila replied, "You're right, Gwen. I wasn't Andrew's type when we first met, but I showed him that our love could grow stronger if we wanted it to. Today, I can proudly call him my husband, right honey?""Yes, my love," I replied and kissed her hand again. Why did I keep doing that? The first time she touched my chest, it felt wonderful, and I didn't want her to move her hand. Kissing her hand felt so natural, and I found myself doing it repeatedly, and enjoying it."Enough, Gwen," grandmother interjected firmly, halting Gwen's disrespectful attitude and disdainful glances towards
Sheila's POV All eyes were on me as I watched Gwen sneering at me. I knew her song was about me, but it made me wonder if Andrew had someone else he loved before he married me. I had never asked him about it. Someone like him probably wasn't single before he married me, right? Did he have a lover before he married me? Did that mean everything he told my father at the study were just lies? Was I just a cover for him to see his supposed lover? Were he and his lover plotting to kill me? So many thoughts were running through my mind as I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. I didn't even notice when someone grabbed my hand, making me gasp. “Don’t read too much into what Gwen just sang, my dear. Trust me, she does more than this to people she doesn't like.” I turned and saw Andrew's grandmother smiling warmly at me. “I-” I didn't know what to say as I looked at her with a confused expression. “Come on, let's get out of here. Walk with me to the gardens.” His grandmother
Andrew's POVAt the study……“What do you want us to talk about, Father? I need to go back there and make sure Sheila is fine. I swear I will make Gwen—”“Shut up and sit down!” my father roared angrily while my grandfather sat on his chair, staring at both of us.Why was my father so upset all of a sudden? What was going on?“I can no longer sit still and watch all this happening right before my eyes. Is something wrong with you, Andrew?” my father asked furiously.“What are you talking about, Father? I don't understand.”“That Sheila girl! Your mother told me she looked so much like Evelyn, but I refused to believe it because I wanted nothing to do with your wife, only to see that she is the exact replica of Evelyn! Did you make her undergo plastic surgery to look like your comatose wife?” my father questioned.“What! I would never do such a thing. Why would I want someone to undergo surgery to look like E
Andrew's POVMy eyes widened in astonishment at the position I found myself in with Sheila. It was as if time froze and I couldn't move.She didn't pull away but looked equally shocked. To my surprise, the light kiss felt incredible. Her lips were really soft, and I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. The whole atmosphere ignited an unexpected spark within me, a spark that felt so divine, but everything fell apart when we heard a scream.“Get away from my brother! Do you want to hurt him?” Gwen's voice boomed loudly.She quickly pushed Sheila away and helped me stand. “Are you hurt, brother? I hope you didn't get injured?” she inquired, then turned to yell at Sheila, “How can you be so clumsy?”“Gwen, that's enough,” I tried to make her stop, but she wasn't even listening.“Is this how desperate you are? This is the only scheme you could come up with?” She kept yelling at Sheila.“Gwen, I said—”“Eno
Phoebe's POV“Arrgh! Why won't he stop disturbing me?” I ignored Alan's call yet again and muted my phone. Glancing back at the computer, I began reading an article I had downloaded about Andrew Walker. I was surprised by his immense wealth - multiple private jets, chains of companies across the country, private islands, and luxurious yachts.Chuckling to myself, I imagined lounging on one of his yachts, sipping the world's finest wine, and having a blast party with my friends. I daydreamed of taking vacations to different countries four times in a year, or better yet, every month, since my soon to be husband could afford it.Oh my! Having Andrew Walker as a husband would really be a dream come true. I could just picture the envy in my friends' eyes when I became Mrs. Walker."Damn those journalists for spreading false rumors! I should be living this life already!" I lamented as I kept daydreaming about the luxurious life I wou
Sheila's POV"Mistress, your breakfast is ready," Anna knocked and entered my room. "Do you want it served here or-""I'll eat in my room, thank you," I replied.Anna sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. "What's going on, Mistress? Ever since you and Master came back from dinner, you hardly speak to each other. You've even stopped eating in the dining room just to avoid him.""I'm not avoiding him, I just prefer eating in my room lately," I defended myself, but Anna wasn't convinced."You even rushed back to your room as soon as you saw him coming down the stairs last night, and yet you said you weren't avoiding him?" Anna pointed out."How did you know that?" I asked, surprised.Anna chuckled. "I'm not the housekeeper here for nothing."Her tone suddenly turned serious. "Mistress, I know it's not my place to interfere, but whatever Master may have done to upset you, please consider forgiving him. He isn't per
Andrew's POVWhat exactly was Alfred up to? This was the question that had been nagging at me for the last two days."Don't worry, I've got everything under control. He won't suspect a thing.”Those words sounded like someone secretly plotting behind my back. If Alfred was, then why would he betray me? I made sure he was well-paid, even more than other butlers in prestigious homes. He lacked nothing and had access to everything he wanted. Why would he ever think of betraying me?If he wasn't planning anything against me, then why the suspicious phone call? Could he really be the one who tried to kill Sheila in the house? Afterall, he worked in my house, knew every corner and everyone living there, and had military training with good fighting skills, making him a viable suspect.I trusted him completely and never suspected he could be involved in Sheila’s attack. The thought never even crossed my mind. If he was involved, did that mean he also knew about Evelyn?"Master, you sent for
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
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
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
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…
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
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
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
Evelyn's POVAndrew’s expression froze, and I saw the flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “What are you trying to say, Evelyn?” he asked quietly, though there was a sharp edge to his tone.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to continue. “It was all planned. Gina gave me all the details about you—everything I needed to know. I knew where you would be, what you liked, and what you didn’t. I studied you, Andrew. I had to. I needed to know how to act, what to say, and how to get your attention that day.”Andrew stared at me, his jaw tightening as he processed my words.“I knew you loved the aquarium,” I said softly, feeling the weight of my confession crush me. “I knew you enjoyed spending time at orphanages. I forced myself to like those things, too. Everything I said, every moment we shared—it was all designed to draw you in. To make you trust me.”I watched as the realization dawned on him, his shoulders slumping under the weight of betrayal. He ran a hand through his hair, his breathi
Evelyn's POVThe anger simmered in my chest as I stared at Sheila tied up to the chair with a gun pointed at her head. Things weren’t supposed to go this way. Simeon and Andrew weren’t supposed to show up together, let alone to save her. How could this happen? They despised each other—always had. So why were they suddenly allies, working together to save Sheila? Why must it always be Sheila! Sheila! Sheila?!Andrew’s hard voice immediately cut through my thoughts. “What documents are you talking about, Evelyn?!” he demanded again, his tone sharper this time.I glanced at him, and the guilt that I’d tried to suppress clawed its way to the surface. Andrew. Sweet, innocent Andrew. He was the one person who truly didn’t deserve any of this. Both brothers were victims in this twisted game, but Andrew… he was the one I’d hurt the most. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. It was time to tell the truth. I couldn’t keep hiding anymore, not when everything was already unraveling before