(Allison's POV) "Have some water, Allison?" Stefan offered me a glass of water, his voice gentle. I smiled faintly, accepting it from him. He sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern as I sipped the water slowly. "Why were you crying earlier?" he asked softly after I emptied the glass, his tone a mix of curiosity and worry. I sighed, staring down at the empty glass. "It's nothing, Stefan." "No one cries for no reason, Allison. We're friends—you don't have to hide anything from me," Stefan said, his voice steady, filled with reassurance. His eyes held a sincerity that melted some of the walls I had built. He was patient, ready to listen, no matter how long it took. I exhaled deeply. He was right. I had already drenched his shirt with my tears earlier; it felt unfair to keep my pain hidden. "It was Scott," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Your ex?" His jaw clenched. "What did he do to you this time?" There was a simmering rage beneath his calm demeanor. "Nothing," I said
(Allison's POV) It’s been a week since I last saw Scott. After I left his company that day, I haven’t seen him again, and I thought he had decided to take my words to heart. But why do I still wish he was following me around like he did in the past couple of days? “What would you like to eat?” Stefan’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He invited me out to dinner, and I couldn’t say no. I smiled at him before picking up the menu on the table. “I’d love to have steaks.” Stefan called the waitress over, and we placed our orders. “Are you okay?” Stefan asked, and I slowly turned to look at him. “Why do you ask?” I said in a low voice, answering his question with a question. “You look absentminded, Allison. You’re here, but I feel like you’re not. And beside that, you’ve been staring at those couple at the far end,” Stefan said. I glance at the young couple at the far end of the restaurant. They’re laughing softly, hands entwined, lost in the magic of a first date. It reminds m
(Scott's POV) I immediately pushed Jenna away from me after she kissed me. How dare she do that in front of Allison? I quickly turned to Allison to see her expression, but I couldn't tell if she was jealous or not. However, I could see her holding the edge of the chair as if she had just lost her balance. I rushed toward her, closing the distance between us. "Allie, it’s not what you think," I said, desperate to explain, but Allison simply gave me a smile that made my chest ache. Deep down, I wanted her to be jealous—just to feel like she still cared, even a little. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, Scott," Allison said, pausing to smile at Jenna. "You must be his girlfriend. Nice meeting you," Allison said. Her words cut through me like a blade. Six years ago, when I introduced Jenna to her as my girlfriend, I saw the pain in her eyes. But now, she was smiling casually at Jenna, as if it no longer mattered. I studied her expression, searching for a hint of jealousy, but
(Allison's POV) I swallowed hard, staring at Scott. Was he really going to kiss me in front of everyone, or was this just another way to force me to talk to him? My pulse quickened as his eyes locked on mine. "Should I kiss you instead, since you don’t want to talk to me?" Scott’s voice was smooth but insistent, and I swallowed hard again. The countless times we had kissed flashed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. Scott was a good kisser, no doubt about it. Back then, he’d kiss me for what felt like hours, his lips never growing tired, and his body always pressing against mine, making me feel every inch of him in the most intoxicating way. Stefan stepped in and took my hand away from Scott’s, snapping me back to reality. "Don’t you have any shame? You’ll kiss her in front of her fiancé?" Stefan’s voice was cold, but I could sense the protective edge behind it. Part of me wondered if he enjoyed playing the role of my fiancé a little too much when Scott was around.
(Scott's POV) Seated at the dining table with a box of chocolates in front of me, I couldn't stop grinning as I stared at Allison's message on my phone. She texted me back, warning me not to care about her, but I found it strangely endearing. I wanted to respond, but I didn't want to risk her blocking me, so I just kept my gaze fixed on her message, smiling like a lovestruck teenage boy who had just received a reply from his crush. Allison had told me she'd give me a chance to be a father to Liam, and I was more than happy about it. If I get closer to Liam, it would bring me even closer to Allison. I was determined to show her how sincere I was about having her back in my life. I didn’t care about Stefan. The very thought of him made my blood boil. I smiled again, looking at Allison's text. To a normal person, her reply might seem rude, but to me, it felt like a compliment. Maybe I was crazy—crazy in love with my Allie. I loved her before, and now, I loved her even more. "Sir, her
(Allison's POV) I thought about it all night, and I finally decided to give Scott a chance to be a father to Liam. However, I wasn’t going to tell my aunt or my brother about it. They both loathed Scott, and I didn't want my brother to know I had lied to him. This wasn’t for me—it was for Liam. He deserved to know his father, even if I couldn't fully reconcile my feelings with Scott. I had denied Liam the privilege of knowing his father, and that wasn’t fair to him. He didn't know about my past with Scott, and I wouldn’t let him suffer because of it. As for Scott, there was no way I would accept him back into my life. He was going to be Liam’s father, and that was it. I would have considered letting him back into my life if he had shattered my heart because he had an illness he didn't want to share with me, because he didn’t want me to worry. I would have understood that. But since it was for money and power that he exchanged for my love, I couldn’t understand him, nor could I forgi
(Allison's POV) I was in the kitchen, busy preparing lunch for Liam, when the doorbell rang. It was Sunday—a day I could spend quality time with my son before diving back into the chaos of work on Monday. Wiping my hands on my apron, I removed it, draped it over a chair, and headed to answer the door. It was Scott. He stood on my porch, his arms laden with brightly colored gift bags. I furrowed my brows in confusion, my gaze flitting between him and the mountain of toys he carried. "Hi, Allie," he greeted, flashing his signature smile that showcased those infuriatingly perfect dimples. His dark brown hair fell loosely over his forehead, giving him an almost boyish charm. Despite the years, he looked ageless, like a vampire forever trapped in his prime. "Allie?" he repeated, pulling me from my thoughts. I blinked and cleared my throat, trying to mask how flustered I felt. "Why did you bring so many gifts?" I asked, my tone sharp enough to keep my guard up. "I wasn’t sur
(Allison's POV) "Really? Your mummy said that?" Scott asked with a smile, and Liam nodded his head. "Yes. She told me you're a good person and that you love her, so—" Before Liam could complete his words, I gently pulled him away from Scott, faking a laugh. I crouched to his height and ruffled his hair gently. "Since when did you become a chatterbox?" I asked. "I was only telling Daddy what you said. Are you mad at me?" Liam asked in a low voice. "No, Mummy isn't mad at you, but you should only answer questions you're being asked, okay?" I said, trying my best to avoid making eye contact with Scott. "Okay, Mummy. I will keep that in mind," he grinned and rushed over to Scott, holding his hand. "You love my Mummy, right?" "Liam!" I called out his name. Here I thought he had listened to me, but he was still repeating those words to Scott. I felt so embarrassed. If I had known Liam was going to snitch on me, I wouldn't have said a word to him. But then again, he didn't
(Allison's POV) Bonnie held her cheek as she looked at me in surprise. She hadn’t expected me to slap her—neither did I. But she had gone too far, and I needed to make her think straight because it was so obvious she had lost it. She even dared to sleep with my brother! “Did you just slap me?” she questioned. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “I slapped you, Bonnie, and I will do it over and over again if you don’t watch your tongue. I came here so I could talk to you, but it’s obvious you’ve gone mad. You should see a psychiatrist because that’s what you need!” I snapped at her and turned to leave, but Bonnie held my hand. “Allison,” her voice choked with tears. I turned to look at her, and she was already shedding tears. “You were right about Peter. He doesn’t love me like he claims he does. He’s gay, and he was just using me to hide the fact that he’s gay. I was just so heartbroken when I found out the truth from him, and I didn’t know how to face you because you’ve been right all a
(Allison's POV) I blushed hard as Scott slipped his hands around my waist. "Aren’t you becoming obsessed with me?" I simpered. "Yes. I’m madly obsessed with you," he whispered, kissing my cheeks, and I blushed even harder. "I’m going to try my best to make up for the times I wasn’t there for you," he whispered again, and I chuckled. "Aren’t you going to work?" I asked, even though I wanted him to stay at home with me. I didn’t have much to do at my clothing line, so I decided to take a day off from work. We had the house all to ourselves because Liam and Clara visited Aunt Hilda. "Work can wait. You’re more important than anything in the world." "Stop being cheesy." "Do you love it or hate it?" he murmured. I licked my lower lip with a smile. "I love it," I answered, and he kissed my cheek again with his hands hovering around me. "I want to eat you up right now… I just can’t get enough of you," he said as he turned me to face him. I blushed like a teenager in love. He pecke
(Writer's POV) "Do you want to eat lunch with us?" a group of female interns asked Alex, who had buried his head in his work. Alex lifted his head from his computer and smiled at them. "No, I can't. I have to finish my assignment." "We all have assignments to do, but that doesn't mean we can't go out to eat, right? Come on, Alex, join us, it's going to be my treat," one of them said while the rest nodded their heads, smiling at him. Alex is the most handsome one among the male interns, so every female interns wanted to bond with him. "I'm really sorry, but I can't. Maybe next time." "That's what you always say. Why can't you hang out with us? Do you have a girlfriend who is so toxic?" another asked. "I don't have a girlfriend," he muttered. "More reason you should hang out with us. You never know, you might like one of us," another said and the rest giggled. Alex looked at them and sighed. He knew it would be impossible for him to love another girl who isn't Bonnie.
(Writer's POV) Bonnie smiled sweetly as she designed the cake she had just baked with lots of love petals. She was planning on giving it to Peter because it was his birthday today. "I'm sure he's going to love it," she blushed. "What are you doing, Bonnie?" her mom asked when she entered the kitchen with her dad. Her parents came over to spend the weekend with her. "I'm baking a cake for Peter. It's his birthday today," she smiled. "Who's Peter?" her dad asked. "Peter is her boyfriend. The man she has refused to introduce to us," her mom answered on her behalf. "Mom, it's not like I don't want to introduce him to you. He's been busy and that's why I'm yet to introduce him to both of you," as always, she defended Peter. "No man is too busy for the woman he loves. If he really loves you, he would make time to be with you and get to know your family," her dad said. "Peter isn't like other men. Besides, he doesn't need to be with me every day before I can be convinced he loves me
(Scott's POV) I stared at Allison, waiting for her to say something, but she remained quiet, just staring back at me with eyes filled with guilt. "When you said you spent the night at Elena's house because she was having issues with her husband... was that a lie? Did you spend the night in his hotel suite—and kiss him?" I asked again, hoping she’d say something—anything at all. "Yes, she did, Scott," Stefan answered on her behalf. "She lied to you. Gosh, her lips were so soft when I kissed her. Tasted like vanilla," he added, clearly trying to provoke me. I fell for it and punched him in the face. Anger and jealousy surged through me knowing he had kissed Allison—my woman. When she said she’d been celibate after we broke up, I felt honored. It meant I was still the only man who had been privileged to kiss her, touch her, and do whatever I wanted with her body. But now, I’d just found out Stefan had kissed her. Stefan laughed, wiping the blood from his lips. "You're so piss
(Allison's POV) My aunt and my brother were beyond shocked when I told them how Stefan had lied about being crippled. Aunt Hilda and I had visited Alex in his condo, and I decided to tell them about it, but I left out the part where he tried to rape me. They wouldn't take it lightly, especially Alex. I didn't want more drama, which was why I deleted that part from our conversation. "I still can't believe Stefan could lie about being crippled. I thought he was a decent man," Aunt Hilda said, clicking her tongue. I also thought the same way, but now I understood who he truly is, behind the facade he was putting on. "I'm sure he did that just to get your attention, sis. Have you talked to him?" Alex asked. He wouldn't have asked such a question if I had told him Stefan tried to rape me. He would have been on his way to confront Stefan right now. I smiled and shook my head. Ever since the day he tried to rape me, I blocked his number. Scott had insisted we file a case agains
(Allison's POV) I tried to form words, but I couldn't find the right ones to say. There was no way I could tell my son I just had sex with his father. He was too young to hear such things, but Liam being Liam would always want to know everything. Scott, on the other hand, was speechless and didn't know what to say. We could have left the hot make-out session and love-making for the night, but I was just too overwhelmed to bury myself in him, especially since it had been six years since I felt the touch of a man. "Mummy, Daddy, why aren't you both saying anything? Why do you have swollen lips?" he asked, his eyes darting between me and his daddy. "Liam!" Elena exclaimed suddenly with a smile, and Liam's eyes shifted to her. "Don't you think you should show your parents the award you got in school? You were talking about it throughout the ride, right?" "You had an award in school?" Scott asked, playing along, and my innocent son fell for it. "Yes, Daddy! I got a gold medal
(Allison's POV) "Ouch," Scott whimpered as I treated the bruises on his face. "Don't be a crybaby," I said, purposely adding pressure as I tended to his wounds. "Ow! Allie! You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he laughed. "No, I'm not. You're the one who should stop being a crybaby," I rolled my eyes playfully. "Really? Crybaby, huh?" he said, then tickled me. I laughed and found myself sitting on his lap. We both stared at each other, smiling. I was over the moon that I was finally back together with Scott. What I did was unjust, but he was able to forgive me. If he hadn’t intervened, Stefan would’ve raped me. It's still hard to believe he was capable of that, judging from how nice he had been to me. But that doesn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was that I was back with the man who could tame my heart—no matter how badly he had crushed it. Scott's hand went to my hair, and he caressed it gently. "I love you, Allie," he whispered, and I blushed. "You’ve
(Scott's POV) I had just finished a meeting with clients from Australia when Clara rushed into my office, informing me about Allison and telling me how she had been taking care of Stefan, who was pretending to be crippled. She gave me the address of the hotel where she was staying, and due to my connection with the owner of the hotel, I was given the room number of the suite he was in. Before I could get to the door, I heard Allison screaming from inside as she begged Stefan to let her go. Forcefully pushing the door open, I found Stefan on top of Allison, trying to rape her. I grabbed him and flung him away, not caring where he'd land. My eyes locked on Allison. She knew I was angry and filled with disappointment over what she had done, so she couldn't bear to look at me. "Scott!" Stefan spat my name, and my angry eyes fixed on him. "How dare you interrupt my moment with Allison!" he raged and rushed towards me. He managed to land a punch on my face, but I returned the