The walk to the school was a pleasant one, though Yvonne’s nerves fluttered with each step, worried since she wouldn't be there to look after them. Jack, holding her hand in one of his, sprinted ahead occasionally, only to return to her side, bragging about how fast he could run. Lily was more composed, swinging Yvonne’s other hand playfully as they walked, occasionally glancing up at her mother. "Do you think the teacher will be as nice as you?" Lily asked suddenly, her voice curious but with a hint of worry. That was where Yvonne's true worries lies.The teachers had let the kids have their way, with the claim that they are just kids. Yvonne smiled down at her daughter, feeling her heart swell with love. "I’m sure she will be. Teachers are there to help you, just like I do." Micheal walked quietly beside them, listening to the twins' chatter but mostly observing Yvonne. She was trying her best to remain calm, but he could see the telltale signs of overthinking written on her
The house was quiet after the children had gone to school. Yvonne stood by the window, absentmindedly tracing circles on the glass with her fingertips. Her mind wandered, not only to the children or their day at school, but to her father's unexpected summons and impending vist. It had been nearly five years since she had last set foot at the family estate, and even longer since she had heard from him.She sighed deeply, her thoughts once again clouded with a mix of anger, confusion, and a faint, lingering sadness. What could he possibly want after all these years of silence? And why now, when she was just starting to rebuild her life?This had been Yvonne’s inner turmoil whenever she was left alone after her father's message had come.Micheal entered the room quietly, his eyes immediately catching the distant look on her face. He watched her for a moment, hesitant to interrupt the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. But as her silence stretched, he finally spoke up.He just decide
With a sigh, he sat at his desk and opened the file, scanning the pages with increasing irritation. Her father, Andrew Lawrence, was still the same cold and calculating man he had always been—a man who valued appearances and control above all else. Micheal couldn’t understand why Yvonne had been summoned back, especially after her family had exiled her so cruelly.According to the file, their life had been running smoothly. They had a few hiccups with allies recently but that had been immediately resolved. Businesses had their ups and down, so Micheal didn't think too far into that. If he could have his way, he would let them go bankrupt, come crawling to Yvonne for forgiveness and let them rebuild from scratch.He tapped his fingers restlessly on the desk, his mind racing. Something wasn’t right. The timing of this sudden summons, the fact that Yvonne had been kept at arm’s length for so long—it felt suspicious. And then there was his own family to worry about, his mother in particu
The classroom buzzed with excitement as Jack and Lily stepped inside, their small hands still clutching each other's for reassurance. Their teacher, Mrs. Bloom, greeted them with a warm smile, sensing their nerves but also the curiosity behind their eyes.“Class, we have two new students today,” Mrs. Bloom announced, her voice gentle yet commanding enough to gain the attention of the room. “This is Jack and Lily, and they’ll be joining us from now on. Let’s all give them a warm welcome!”The class clapped enthusiastically, far more welcoming than the students at their previous school. Jack and Lily exchanged relieved glances before moving to their assigned desks, their anxiety slowly dissolving in the friendly atmosphere.Mrs. Bloom continued, “Now, we’re going to do something we always do once we have a new student. Let’s each share something about ourselves! Who wants to go first?”Hands shot up around the room, and soon the children were sharing their names, favorite hobbies, and i
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