Yvonne stood at the entrance of the VIP meeting room, her hands gripping the strap of her purse tightly as she took a deep breath. The room before her was extravagant—polished marble floors glistened under the soft glow of chandeliers, walls adorned with intricate gold trimmings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a lush garden. The room radiated wealth, sophistication, and beauty, but to Yvonne, it felt as cold and stifling as ever.She had grown up in a similar luxurious setting, surrounded by the same sort of opulence, but she had never felt at home in it. The grandeur, the endless need for perfection—it had suffocated her, and now, standing here again, those old feelings crept up her spine, making her feel out of place despite the familiarity.She straightened her shoulders, pushing away the tension. No matter what, she would face this moment without letting it show how much her nerves rattled. She was no longer the fragile girl they had banished years ago. She had a new
“I wouldn't lie, baby. Although the circumstances made your father compromise, I am glad this opportunity arose. I want us to come together as a family.” Maria said but Yvonne’s mind had drifted from her mother.Yvonne’s mind was spinning.She was still processing what she had just heard—Micheal, the man who had comforted her through some of her darkest days, who had seemed so genuine and down-to-earth, was the CEO of Langston Corporation. A billionaire. How had she not seen it?Her thoughts scrambled, jumping from one memory to another, piecing together every odd detail she had brushed aside. She recalled the countless times she had offered to pay for something—groceries, meals—only for Micheal to gently refuse with a smile, saying that it was no trouble. At the time, she had thought he was just being generous, a kind man trying to help her out. But now... it felt like a lie.Had she been a fool all along? Her heart twisted with the realization.There was that day she had poured her
Yvonne found herself silent, unable to tell him she wanted to leave.Satisfied at the fear in her eyes, he said authoritatively. “Your mother claimed you wish to meet here first before we head home, now let's go.”Maria glanced at her daughter, ready for an argument between the two but it never happened. As soon as Andrew turned around to exit the building, Yvonne followed behind like a robot.In less than 20 minutes, they had driven into the family estate Yvonne had strictly claimed she wouldn't visit. Yvonne’s heart pounded in her chest, her palms clammy as she followed her father into the grand dining room, the familiar, suffocating silence settling in as soon as they sat. Her eyes darted across the room, taking in the opulence of the space she once knew so well. Every inch was pristine, cold, and calculated—just like him.She had come across her picture still hung at the family momento spots in the living room and other medals she had won growing up and impressing her father.And
Yvonne’s heart pounded in her chest as she quietly slipped through the hallway, the suffocating air of the house pressing down on her with each step. She needed to get out—now. The walls seemed to close in, a flood of old emotions threatening to drown her. But as she stepped into the living room, her blood ran cold.Her parents were already seated, waiting for her.Her father, Andrew Lawrence, leaned back in his chair, his steely gaze locked onto her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had known she would try to leave. Yvonne’s mother, Maria, sat beside him, her hands folded neatly on her lap, a tight smile stretching across her face as if she was forcing herself to act composed. But Yvonne could see the tension in her mother's stiff posture, the flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.A cold sweat broke across Yvonne’s back. Her throat tightened as panic surged within her. She had tried to escape the torrent of emotions that this house—the people in this house—brough
Yvonne’s pulse quickened as her eyes locked onto the elegantly dressed woman who had just been escorted into the room. The clacking of heels against the polished floor seemed to echo with every step. The woman stood tall, poised, with an air of confidence that immediately commanded attention. Yvonne's heart sank when she realized who she was staring at. She shared a resemblance to Micheal and Jack. Aurora Langston. She could almost hear Micheal's voice in her mind, warning her about the manipulative tendencies of the woman now standing just a few feet away. Despite the carefully constructed facade of elegance and grace, there was something off about her presence. The sharp glint in Aurora's eyes betrayed the softness in her smile—a predator assessing her prey. For a moment, the room was silent. Even the air felt stifling, as if the presence of Aurora had stolen all the oxygen. Yvonne’s gaze flicked briefly toward her parents. Her father’s posture was still rigid, his eyes fixed on t
No one had expected the sudden violence from Aurora Langston. To the onlookers, it seemed irrational, but they had no idea of the storm raging in her mind at that moment. They didn’t know the truth—the carefully concealed truth—that had now been pulled to the surface.Aurora had been struck with a haunting familiarity when she first saw Yvonne at the beach, standing beside Micheal and the children. Something about her face, her presence, had tickled a distant, forgotten memory. It was only after overhearing Yvonne’s confrontation with her father, Andrew, that the fog in Aurora’s mind lifted. The pieces finally clicked together.This woman. Yvonne. She knew her.Yvonne was not just some random woman Micheal had taken a liking to. No. She was the woman at the center of the conspiracy that had rocked their lives years ago. The woman whose pregnancy had changed everything.The woman who unknowingly had given them the opportunity to bring Micheal back and take over his role as family head.
Yvonne’s footsteps echoed against the quiet street as she stepped out of the estate gates, the cool evening air brushing against her skin. Her heart still pounded from the confrontation with her mother, the lingering pain in her scalp a reminder of the violent outburst. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear—she had to get out of there, away from the suffocating atmosphere of the Lawrence estate.Spotting a taxi, she waved it down, her hand trembling slightly. The driver pulled up, and she climbed inside with a quick breath."Where to, miss?" the driver asked, his voice gruff yet uninterested.Yvonne hesitated, patting her sides, searching for her bag. Her heart dropped when she realized it wasn’t with her. I left it in the dining room.She leaned forward slightly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside her. "I need to get back to my place… but I left my wallet inside the estate. I can run up and get money for you once we arrive."The dr
The night air was still, thick with the weight of all that had been left unsaid. Yvonne sat at the bus stop, her knees hugged to her chest as she stared vacantly into the distance, the coolness of the evening seeping into her bones. The streetlights bathed her in a pale glow, casting shadows across her hollowed eyes and rigid posture.Micheal’s car screeched to a halt a few feet away from her, his heart pounding as he spotted her fragile figure. Without thinking, he threw open the door and rushed toward her. His legs carried him to her in a sprint, his breath heavy with both relief and dread."Yvonne," he called softly, crouching in front of her. His voice cracked, his hands trembling as he gently lifted her chin, tilting her face towards him. Her skin was icy under his touch, her cheeks pale except for the redness that marred her right side.Her eyes, dull and lifeless, barely registered his presence."Baby," he whispered, slipping his jacket off and wrapping it around her shoulders.