Micheal’s heart skips a bit at the weight of her words. He could feel it- this moment that hung between them, thick with emotions. “You don't?” He asked softly, as if needing to hear it again to be certain. Yvonne nodded meekly, her cheeks flushing, warmth creeping across her skin, betraying her vulnerability. The silence that followed was charged, their eyes locked, each breath shared between them. Time seemed to slow as they sat there tethered to the moment. Yvonne broke the stillness, her voice trembling. “Micheal I wasn't confused about the desire I sense from you. I was confused about myself….. I am broken Micheal and although I might seem like I have moved on, I'm terrified. I am afraid that one wrong move, one unintended mistake, will shatter me….. and destroy everything we have built.” Her voice cracked, the raw honesty of her confession filling the room. She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling with every breath as she gathered the courage to continue. “I don't
Micheal’s breath hitched as Yvonne pressed herself even closer to him, her fingers trailing over his chest as she appreciate his well sculpted figure. The man hides lots of goodness under his usual former attire, not that he looked less captivating with clothes on, but Yvonne really like the unclothed version more. The world outside seemed to vanish under the intense atmosphere in the room, leaving only the two of them in this electrifying moment, tethered by the unspoken emotions and promises between them.Micheal tilted her face to draw her attention from his body to his face and kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the warmth of her lips, the softness of her skin as his hands roamed over her, brushing against her waist, her back. Yvonne's body responded instinctively, arching into his touch, her own hands trembling as they explored the firm lines of his shoulders and chest.Micheal’s hand guided her to sit around his thighs straddling him and before she could get comfortabl
Yvonne lay in the bed, her body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened. Her thoughts raced, trying to grasp the reality of the moment. She had just consummated her contract marriage with Micheal, and the sheer pleasure that coursed through her still lingered like a soft whisper against her skin. Was this real? she wondered. Her heart fluttered in disbelief as her mind replayed every tender touch, every heated kiss. The way he made her feel—loved, cherished, desired—was unlike anything she had ever imagined. She sighed softly, her thoughts drifting deeper into the memory. It was more than just physical, she realized. It was a connection that ran far deeper. She had given herself completely, and it had felt so right, so natural. Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind swirled with everything that had just happened between them. How could it feel this good? Micheal, lying beside her, noticed the faraway look in her eyes, her lips curved slightly in thought. He c
Yvonne stirred from her deep sleep, the soft murmurs around her pulling her back into consciousness. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, only to be greeted by three pairs of wide, curious eyes staring down at her. She jerked slightly in surprise, her body still heavy from exhaustion."Mommy, you're awake!" Jack’s excited voice broke the silence, but Yvonne’s heart raced as the events before her sleep came rushing back.Memories of the intimate moments she had shared with Micheal replayed in her mind, bringing a hot flush to her cheeks. Shyness overtook her as she glanced at Micheal, who stood at the side, watching her with a tender gaze. But as warmth spread through her, another feeling pushed forward—concern for the children.She quickly turned her focus to Lily, her heart skipping a beat as she rushed toward the little girl. Kneeling beside her, Yvonne checked her forehead, her pulse, anything to ensure she was alright. Her panic subsided as she found nothing wrong.Lily, sensing her
After dinner, the evening unfolded in a way Yvonne hadn’t expected. The children, still full of energy, convinced her and Micheal to play a few games with them. It started with a playful academic quiz—Jack and Lily’s favourite. Yvonne asked questions about animals and colours while Micheal handled the math problems.“Lily, what’s the fastest land animal?” Yvonne asked with a gentle smile, watching the little girl’s eyes light up.Lily shot her hand up with excitement. “Cheetah! The cheetah is the fastest!”“That’s right, baby!” Yvonne praised, feeling warmth in her chest as Lily beamed with pride.Not to be outdone, Jack tugged on Micheal’s sleeve, “Daddy, give me a hard one!”Micheal chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “Alright, here’s a tricky one. What’s 6 times 8?”Jack scrunched his face in concentration. After a moment, he smiled triumphantly. “48! It’s 48!”“Good job, champ!” Micheal said, giving him a high five. Yvonne couldn’t help but admire the way Micheal interacted with the c
The call had dropped before she reached for her mobile.Yvonne sat on the edge of her bed, now staring blankly at the message from her father. The sudden request to return to the family estate after nearly five years gnawed at her. Her father had banished her for defying his wishes, for daring to live a life outside of the path he had carved out for her. And now, out of nowhere, they wanted to reconnect? It didn’t make sense. Her phone buzzed again, breaking her trance. Her mother was calling.With a reluctant sigh, Yvonne answered, holding the phone up to her ear."Yvonne, sweetheart, did you get your father’s message?" her mother asked, her voice brimming with a strange enthusiasm."I saw it," Yvonne replied tersely, keeping her emotions in check.Her mother took a deep breath, as if preparing for a speech. "This is such a wonderful opportunity to make amends, don’t you think? To fix things between you and your father? We've all made mistakes, but now is the time to come together as
Micheal folded his arms, watching Yvonne's delicate fingers trace the edges of the luxurious box. Though his gaze was on her, his mind wandered elsewhere. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Yvonne’s sudden summons from her parents. Why now? Why after years of silence? And why did it have to coincide with his mother being in the city? He’d avoided prying into Yvonne’s past out of respect, but now… now he couldn’t help but wonder if his mother had something to do with it.But that thought would have to wait. Right now, all he wanted was to see Yvonne smile."Go on, open it," he urged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, setting down the bags in front of her—one containing a large, beautifully wrapped box, the other smaller, holding elegant jewelry.Yvonne raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming on her lips as she sat on the couch and pulled the first box toward her. The paper crinkled as she carefully unwrapped it, revealing the contents insi
Micheal strode into the office, his usual commanding aura preceding him as he pushed through the glass doors. His sharp gaze scanned the bustling office to see how the employees are dealing with their work before he arrived at Sandra's desk, seeing her busy on her laptop. He then barked out an order, “In my office. Two minutes.” His voice was ice, cutting through the air, making Sandra jolt in her seat.Sandra had gotten used to his presence over the years, but today was different. Her boss, who had turned into a bit of a slacker since meeting Yvonne, suddenly sounded like the man she used to know, a serious no nonsense man. For a brief moment, panic bubbled up inside her as she recalled the time she had dared to kick him at his leg during that ridiculous farce, pretending to be his tyrant boss. But then, she quickly smoothed her skirt, took a deep breath, and hurried after him, sprinting down the hall with her arms full of paperwork.By the time she reached Micheal's office, she had
The house felt like a tomb. Silent, suffocating, and filled with ghosts of emotions Yvonne couldn’t name.She had locked herself in for days, refusing contact with the outside world. The mere thought of facing reality made her sick to her stomach—literally. Every meal her mother forced upon her barely made it past her throat before nausea clawed its way up, rejecting the sustenance she knew she needed.She was wasting away.Her reflection in the mirror had become a stranger—sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, a shadow of herself. And yet, she couldn't find it in her to care.Because how could she?How could she pretend to be okay when the one person she had given her trust—her safe place—was the very reason her world had collapsed?Michael.She had once whispered his name with reverence in her heart, with an aching sort of longing she never dared admit to him yet.Now?Now it felt like a curse.She should be grateful, right? Fate had played a cruel joke on her, but in the end, she hadn’t los
A few hours after David’s arrest—outside the police station.Sammy stood stiffly by the station’s entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the doors swing open. David stepped out, his expression set in a tight scowl, flanked by his lawyer.She had done all she could. After failing to secure help from the company’s legal team, she had arranged a private lawyer for him and stayed with him through the exhausting process. But it hadn’t changed much.Yvonne’s father had opened a case against David, and while there wasn’t enough physical evidence to detain him, the investigation was ongoing. David had been warned—he could be summoned at any time.Just as David took his first breath of fresh air, a furious voice cut through the tense atmosphere."You used my daughter."David barely had time to react before Yvonne’s father stormed toward him, each step fueled by pure rage. His cane tapped harshly against the pavement, his other hand pointing a trembling finger straight at
A lot had happened that day.Micheal had barely left the twins’ room when he received an urgent call from his personal assistant, Sandra. The moment he answered, her voice carried a mix of urgency and disbelief.“There’s chaos at the company, sir. Something big happened early this morning.”Micheal frowned, gripping his phone tighter. “What kind of chaos?”Sandra took a deep breath before delivering the bombshell.“It’s about David… He was arrested.”For a moment, Micheal said nothing, his mind processing the unexpected turn of events.Apparently, Yvonne’s father hadn’t been able to stomach the full scope of what his daughter had suffered. And unlike before—when he had turned his back on her—this time, he had taken action. He had wasted no time in seeking legal justice, making sure David paid for what he had put Yvonne through.The arrest had sent shockwaves through the company. Employees had been left speechless, watching in stunned silence as one of their highest-ranking executives
The Twins' Innocent ConfrontationAs soon as Micheal left the twins' room, Rebecca took a deep breath, regaining her composure. Now that she knew the truth, her purpose had shifted—this wasn’t just about being a temporary nanny anymore. She was genuinely ready to care for the children in Yvonne’s absence.With renewed confidence, she approached the twins, a warm smile gracing her lips."Let’s get you two ready for school."But the moment her words left her mouth, she noticed a familiar exchange of glances between Jack and Lily—silent yet unmistakably purposeful, like they were communicating without speaking.Then Jack turned his gaze to her, his small brows furrowed. His voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable weight of accusation."Why did you lie to Mommy?"Rebecca's heart skipped a beat. The innocent yet mature expression on their faces made her falter, the sheer seriousness of their demeanor contrasting with their adorable features.She swallowed, suddenly feeling exposed unde
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