Micheal, Yvonne, Jack, and Lily settle in Micheal's car, which Yvonne assumes was owned by the Langston corporation. It was clean, luxurious and comfortable. The children hopped in like cute bunnies as if they've been used to doing that. Micheal had made a reservation for them to spend a few days away from home, having rented a holiday family outlet, but still they have the whole day for any activities of their choice.The situation of their living is still complicated as the marriage was sudden. However, the few days of living together will set the mood and they hope to see how it goes and make future plans from the outcome of the experience.As they settled into their seats, “so, what should we do today?” Yvonne asked, “It’s a special day, after all.”Jack and Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement, their minds immediately racing with possibilities. Micheal looked at the children expectantly, eager to hear what they had in mind. “Can we go somewhere fun, Mommy?” Jack asked, his eyes s
With their selections made, they headed to the checkout, each of them holding their chosen items. The children were still buzzing with excitement, chattering about the fun they would have at the beach. Micheal and Yvonne exchanged knowing smiles, both feeling the warmth of this simple, happy moment. It wasn’t just about picking out swimsuits; it was about the sense of togetherness, the easy joy of sharing everyday experiences with the people who mattered most.As they left the store, bags in hand, Yvonne glanced at Micheal and the children, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Today was more than just a beach day—it was a celebration of something new and precious, a promise of many more joyful moments to come.“Let’s go have some fun,” Micheal said as they reached the car, his voice filled with anticipation. The children cheered again, and Yvonne’s heart soared. They were a new family, bound not by blood but by choice, love, and the desire to create something beautiful together. And a
They spent the next hour building sandcastles, with Jack and Lily directing the construction with a seriousness that made Yvonne giggle. “This is going to be the biggest sandcastle ever!” Lily declared, her small hands patting the sand into place.“You’re doing an amazing job, Princess,” Micheal praised, kneeling beside her to help. Yvonne watched Micheal’s tender interaction with the children, the way he guided them with patience and love, and felt her heart flutter. He was a good father, the kind who was present in every moment, and that made her admiration for him grow even more.As the day progressed, the family moved up the beach to a quieter spot where they spread out a large blanket, unpacking snacks and drinks. Micheal made sure everyone had what they needed before settling down himself, glancing at Yvonne with a soft, unspoken question in his eyes. She met his gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still between them. The warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves, and t
Yvonne’s mind raced, trying to piece together the timeline. She vaguely recalled hearing her door close earlier that morning while she was on a call with Amy. At the time, she’d assumed it was the wind or her imagination, too lost in her emotions to give it much thought. Could Micheal have been there? And if so, had he overheard her conversation with Amy? The thought made her cheeks warm with embarrassment. What exactly had Micheal heard? She replayed her conversation in her mind, wondering if her words had given away more than she’d intended. In truth, Micheal had only heard the worrisome part. The other half of Yvonne’s conversation further explored her growing feelings for Micheal. The problem still remained that she wasn’t sure if things would turn out well in the end or if those feelings were true. Amy had poked her thoughts and made Yvonne see things clearer, but Micheal hadn’t heard those parts. He only heard the part where she was full of doubts and insecurities. Yvonn
The new Langston family of four headed into the city, finding themselves in a lively district filled with street vendors, bright lights, and the cheerful hum of people enjoying their evening. The area was bustling with small attractions—coin-operated games and fun machines set up outside various shops, each beckoning with colorful lights and sounds.“Whoa, look at all the games!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement. “Can we play, Mommy? Daddy?”“Of course,” Micheal said, fishing out some coins from his pocket. “We’ll try as many as you want.”They moved from vendor to vendor, each new game offering a different kind of fun. Jack and Lily squealed with delight as they ran to a claw machine, eager to try their luck at winning a plush toy. Yvonne watched with a smile, coaching them gently.The children are enthusiastic and had an independent personality to them. While some kids are cheering for their father to catch their plush toys, Lily and Jack seek guidance instead and s
As soon as Micheal stepped outside the apartment building, a luxurious SUV was waiting for him, one of his personal security team members in the driver's seat.Micheal wore a scowl as he impatiently drummed his fingers on the car window. He could handle his mother, but he knew how stubborn she could be. A lot of damage could be done before he could send her back to where she had come from. He didn’t want anything or anyone to jeopardize his progress with Yvonne.In less than 20 minutes, they arrived at the estate where his mother’s property now stood. It was a beautiful, luxurious villa.Micheal was at the door in no time and pushed the doorbell, his blood boiling as the confrontation drew near.Soon, an elegant, middle-aged woman opened the door. Although she was almost 50, she looked as though she was still in her thirties. The madam of the Langston Group was a proud woman who stood tall and imposing. She radiated wealth, and her beauty had caused chaos in social circles during her
Micheal stood rigid, his jaw clenched as he stared down his mother. "Mrs. Langston, I have said my piece. I do not care about the past. Lily and Jack are my children, and I do not require your help in securing a future for them. I can do that with or without the Langston group. Don't tempt me, Mother. I've reached my limit of tolerating you." His voice, low and unwavering, echoed through the room like a final verdict.He turned on his heel and strode out, his steps measured, controlled—a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside him. For a fleeting moment, Mrs. Langston caught a glimpse of the man her son had become: a father, a protector, someone no longer willing to bend to the will of the Langston legacy.Mrs. Langston's face hardened as the door closed behind Micheal. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, trembled with barely contained rage. This was not the obedient son she had raised, the one who was supposed to safeguard the family's legacy. No, this was a man who dared
Micheal walked towards Yvonne sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for him. As he took his seat beside her, he asked, "Why are you still awake? And how did the kids behave while I was away?"Yvonne let out a sigh, her expression a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "Oh, Micheal, the kids… they were something tonight. I don't know where their energy came from." She shook her head, unable to hold back a small laugh. "I should probably tell you about the… incident." Yvonne said with a dramatic expression. Micheal raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Incident?""Yes," Yvonne began, trying to find the right words. "So, there was this room in the apartment—one that looked like it was set up for a honeymoon or something. The master bedroom apparently. Rose petals everywhere, dim lighting, candles, and... other things." She glanced at him, her face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "It was beautiful but also… well, very private, very adult."Micheal’s eyes widened slightly. "Okay… and?" He said
A Father's RedemptionThe embrace lingered for a few precious moments, a silent exchange of love and reassurance before Micheal kissed the twins' foreheads. He pulled back gently, his hands cupping their small faces as he gazed into their wide, trusting eyes. Before speaking, he subtly wiped away the remnants of his tears, determined to steady himself."What I want you two to know is that your mother loves you so much," Micheal said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. "She was super sad and sick when she thought she lost you two. So, have it in mind that she would never, under any circumstances, leave you again."Jack and Lily nodded, their tiny faces etched with a seriousness that melted Micheal’s heart. He would have smiled at their cuteness if not for the crushing despair that lingered in his chest. What he was about to say next mattered more than anything.He took a deep breath. "So, what I want to say is… if you two want to go to her now, she won’t say no. But
The Weight of Truth The morning light filtering through the curtains should have felt warm, comforting even, but it did nothing to ease the cold tension hanging in the room. Rebecca’s finger hovered over the call button, her pulse quickening as she struggled to think of another way to handle the children’s sudden withdrawal. The silence from the twins was suffocating, their usual bright energy drained into something distant and unreadable. Just as she was about to press the dial, a deep, weary voice stopped her. "Don’t call her." Rebecca jolted, her grip on the phone tightening. She turned swiftly, her gaze landing on Micheal, who stood at the doorway, his face shadowed with exhaustion. His usually sharp eyes were dim, weighed down by sleeplessness and something much deeper—regret. Without another word, Rebecca ended the call, slipping the phone into her pocket as she stepped aside. She recognized the authority in Micheal’s voice; this was a conversation meant only for him and his
The night stretched on, thick with unease, shadows pressing against the walls of Micheal’s home. He sat in his dimly lit study, the amber glow of his whiskey swirling in the glass he hadn’t taken a sip from. His hands clenched the armrests of his chair, knuckles white from the pressure.He was drowning in emotions too intense, too suffocating.Anger, at the sheer audacity of David and Sammy—the realization that Yvonne’s misery had been orchestrated for a business deal.Confusion, at how he had been placed at the centre of it all without his knowledge.And above all else—fear.Fear of what this truth meant. Fear of the possibility that he had unknowingly been the reason Yvonne’s life had unravelled. The woman he loved. The woman he had vowed to protect.Was he her nightmare?He wanted to reject it, to push the thoughts away, but they wrapped around his mind like chains, dragging him deeper into torment.He needed answers.If his mother had orchestrated this, then she was not above lyin
The room was thick with silence—so heavy it felt suffocating. The air itself seemed to pause, unwilling to carry the weight of Yvonne’s confession any further.Yvonne had just summarised everything she had been through, leaving out the fact that Micheal happened to be the man who had been the catalyst of her horror. The man had unknowingly become a tool to ruin her life.Across from her, her parents sat frozen, their expressions carved from pure shock. Her mother’s lips trembled, her eyes wide and unblinking, while her father’s face had lost all its color, drained of warmth, of disbelief, of every ounce of composure he once held.Two minutes passed. Not a single word was spoken.Then, like a fragile thread snapping under unbearable tension, her mother let out a heart-wrenching sob. She clutched her chest, shaking her head as if she could somehow will away the truth. Tears streamed down her face, and with a broken cry, she lurched toward Yvonne, wrapping her in the fiercest, most despe
The moment Yvonne stepped through the grand gates of her family’s estate, a heavy weight settled onto her chest, pressing down like an invisible force threatening to suffocate her. The sight of the familiar stone pathways, the towering oak trees lining the driveway, and the grand house standing against the twilight sky—all of it should have been comforting. But instead, it shattered her. This was home. The place where she had once felt safe, loved, untouchable. And yet, it had also been the place where she had been cast aside, left to fend for herself in a world that had swallowed her whole. Her legs barely carried her as she stepped into the house, the familiar scent of lavender and aged wood filling her lungs. The warmth of the golden lights did nothing to chase away the chill in her bones. She was trembling, her hands clutching her coat as if it could shield her from the memories clawing at the edges of her mind. Her mother was the first to see her. “Yvonne?” The voice was s
A lot had happened in one day.Micheal paced his study, his hands trembling as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind. The image of David’s smug face, the sound of his own fist connecting with David’s jaw, and the suffocating fury that had consumed him—it all played on a loop. He paused, his fists clenching at his sides as his chest heaved.What had come over him? Why had he let his anger drive him to such an impulsive act when he had the resources to destroy David in a hundred calculated ways?He sank onto the edge of the couch, his head in his hands, disbelief washing over him. He was Micheal Langston, a man who prided himself on control and strategy. Yet tonight, he had thrown that all away."Yvonne..." he whispered her name, his voice breaking as his mind wandered to her. She had suffered enough, and now, David’s cruel revelations had reopened old wounds. Micheal felt his blood boil.The past had haunted him long enough. If Yvonne truly was the woman he had slept with f
The silence after Micheal’s departure was suffocating. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the grand foyer of David’s villa, leaving Sammy and David alone in a thick tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud.Sammy’s chest heaved as she stood frozen, staring at David, who leaned against the wall, clutching his bruised side and dabbing at the blood on his split lip. The sight of him—disheveled, angry, and utterly unbothered by the disaster he had just ignited—sent a surge of fury coursing through her veins.“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shrieked, her voice trembling with fear and rage as she stormed toward him. Her fists came down hard on his chest, again and again, with a strength born of desperation. “Are you trying to ruin us? Is that it? Do you want us to lose everything we’ve worked for?”David winced but made no move to stop her, his eyes blazing with defiance. “I’m not the one ruining anything! That bastard Micheal—”“Don’t you dare blame him for your id
The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the tires against the asphalt. Yvonne gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure. She didn’t know where she was heading initially, but as the skyline of the city blurred past, one destination solidified in her mind: her parents' house. She hadn’t willingly stepped foot there in years, but something about tonight—about everything—pulled her back. She just wants warmth and her mind couldn’t help but drift back to when she was still little and doted on by her parents.They had expressed regret for what they had done and although Yvonne still couldn't bring herself to forgive them, she needed that warmth.Amy is miles away and not in the condition to shoulder her burden with her. She has no one else to reach out to. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, jolting her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. It was Micheal. Her first instinct was to ignore it, but then she thought ab
Yvonne ended the call with Amy, her heart pounding as the words replayed in her mind. She glanced at the dashboard clock—barely an hour had passed since her confrontation with David, but it felt like an eternity. The silence in the car was oppressive, the faint hum of the engine doing little to soothe her nerves.Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she pulled onto the main road, the familiar route to “Micheal’s” house filling her with dread. It wasn’t home anymore—or was it? Her thoughts spiraled as her breathing grew shallow.The children. Jack and Lily.She could picture them now, curled up in their beds, innocent and blissfully unaware of the chaos that had consumed her life. They were hers. The realization still felt unreal, like an out-of-body experience. Her chest ached at the thought of them waking up to find her gone.“I can’t leave them,” she whispered, her voice trembling. However she didn't want her children to see the pathetic side of her either.Additionally the t