(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
(Scott’s POV) I leaned closer to kiss Allison. I’d been longing to feel her soft lips against mine again, to lose myself in the familiar sensation of devouring and sucking her lips just as I used to. It had been far too long, and my heart raced at the possibility. I wasn’t sure how she’d react—whether she’d get mad or allow it—but when she slowly closed her eyes, it felt like permission. My hand slid to her waist, gently pulling her closer. Her warmth pressed against me, and for a moment, it felt as though everything was falling back into place. As I lowered my head, our lips barely touched before Allison’s eyes shot open, and she quickly pushed me away. “Liam must be waiting for you. You should go to him,” she said, her voice composed but distant. She avoided looking at me, her eyes darting elsewhere like they couldn’t bear to meet mine. She had been doing that ever since I arrived—keeping her distance, evading any moment of connection. “I’ll be in my room. Call me when you’r
(Scott's POV) After successfully deleting Stefan's message, I carefully placed the phone back on the sofa before sinking into the couch. What I did was completely wrong, but jealousy consumed me. I want to rebuild my life with Allison, and Stefan feels like an obstacle in my reconciliation with her—especially since he’s her fiancé. "Here’s your coffee," Allison’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up at her and managed a nervous smile, guilt gnawing at me. "Thanks, Allie." "Don’t thank me. Drink it and go home," she said, her tone sharp. "Why do you want me to leave so quickly?" "You’re only here because of Liam, remember?" "Can’t we at least talk for a little while?" I asked, my voice low, almost pleading. "Talk about what, exactly?" she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Anything... anything at all. I just don’t want to go home yet." "I’m sure your girlfriend Jenna is waiting for you at home. You should go to her," Allison replied, turning her back to me. S
(Allison's POV)"Mummy, when is Daddy coming to see me?" Liam asked as I prepared him for school."Do you miss him already?" I asked with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I didn’t want my son to find out what was going on between his dad and me. It would break his heart to know that his parents weren’t getting along.I knew how that felt because I used to be a kid too. Anytime my parents fought or threatened to divorce, my heart sank in sadness. They might have been wonderful parents to both Alex and I, but they always fought—almost every day. Being the eldest, I would always cover Alex's ears so he wouldn’t hear their arguments.I didn’t want my son to experience what I went through as a child, and that’s why I was determined to try my best to put up with Scott. But I wouldn’t consider his pleadings from last night."Mummy," Liam tapped me."Yes, son?""Have you been listening to me?" he asked, and I cupped his face gently."Sorry, Liam. Mummy was absent-minded for a mo
(Allison's POV) I sat down in the restaurant, patiently waiting for Naomi Holt to arrive. I had booked a VIP area because her fans might go crazy upon seeing her. But as I waited, my mind kept drifting back to Stefan's words. No doubt, he had been patiently waiting for me to love him. He’d done everything possible to show me his sincere feelings, convincing me that he was the right man for me. But could he really be my Mr. Right? "I still love you so much, Allie," Scott’s words surged through my mind. I immediately gulped down the wine in front of me, desperately trying to push both Stefan and Scott from my thoughts. Just as my mind threatened to overwhelm me, Naomi stepped in at the perfect moment, distracting me from the chaos in my head. "You must be Allison McCall, right?" she asked, removing her sunglasses with a gracious smile. She wasn’t a famous model for no reason. I stood up and extended my hand. "Yes, I’m Allison McCall, owner of Allison Clothing Line," I said, try
(Writer's POV) "What's going on here, Allison?" Stefan asked, as surprise washed over him. He had come to California to give Allison a surprise visit, only to be surprised himself. He just couldn't believe what he had seen. "Stefan... I can explain," Allison stammered, feeling guilty. She had been thinking of how to tell Stefan that she had finally decided to give Scott a second chance. However, she didn't know how to go about it because she knew Stefan had been patiently waiting for her to love him back. "What do you want to explain, Allison? I already saw everything," Stefan said, his voice sounding so heartbroken. "Stefan, listen to me, I—" Before Allison could complete her sentence, Stefan stormed out of the house. "Stefan!" Allison screamed, trying to go after him, but Scott held her hand. "Allie," he whispered her name, and she turned to look at him with misty eyes. "Let's talk later, Scott. I need to explain things to Stefan," she sniffled. "I'll come with you," Scot
(Allison's POV) "What the heck are you doing here?" Bonnie asked harshly when she opened the door and saw me standing at her doorstep. "I came to see you so we can talk, Bonnie," I replied calmly. She had submitted her resignation letter, just like she said she would. I hadn't had the chance to talk to her about it because of what happened to Aunt Hilda. If not for Scott, who dropped the case against Jason so Michael would drop the case against my aunt, I don't think I would have been able to live properly—because she wasn't just my aunt, but a mother to me as well. "We have nothing to talk about, Allison. Didn't you see my resignation letter? What more do you want me to say?" Bonnie shot back harshly. I still couldn't believe she was acting this way because of a man. I understood that she was in love, but I thought she had always said, "Sisters before misters." "Bonnie, you can't be doing this. We've been friends for five years. You can't just cut off our friendship like
(Scott's POV) "How are you feeling, Clara?" I asked two weeks later. She had woken up, but the doctor said she needed to be hospitalized for a few more days. "I'm feeling better, uncle. I should be discharged already." "Discharged? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" I asked. "Yes, I have. They're just bruises, I can manage," she smiled. "Was that why you came to California without letting me know? I send you an allowance every week, yet you never once called to say you were in California," I scolded. "Don't scold me, uncle. You didn't call me either. If you had called, maybe I would have told you about it." "Don't turn the table on me," I said, and she grinned. I reached for her head and patted her hair. "Are you really okay?" I muttered with worry. Clara took my hand away from her hair with a sigh. "I'm okay, uncle. Have you forgotten I'm strong like a rock?" she said in a funny way, and I smiled, caressing her hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't push through with the
(Writer's POV) Loud laughter filled the room as they all celebrated their victory in getting Jason out of jail. "Didn't I tell you Scott would drop the case the moment you hurt that woman or her family?" Jenna said with a smirk. "We owe it all to you, Jenna. And also to Michael and his girlfriend for pulling off their roles," Gwen said with a smile as she caressed Jason's hair, who clung to her like a child. "Jason is my friend. So when Uncle Hugo came with the offer to pull such an act, I couldn't say no. Thank you, babe, for pretending to be unconscious the whole time," Michael said, and his girlfriend kissed him. "It's nothing, babe. Anything for you," she smiled. "So Scott is still so much in love with that woman?" Hugo asked, not sounding happy about it. "Of course he is. If he wasn't crazy about her, he wouldn't have easily dropped the case against Jason," Jenna answered. Jason smirked, stood up, and sat beside Jenna, who quickly looked at him with irritation. "What the
(Allison's POV) "Are you deaf? Didn't you just hear what I said? Let her see her aunt this instant," Scott demanded in a deep voice. Even Alex was stunned by Scott's sudden transformation since he had always known him to be the calm type. "I wasn't instructed not to let them see her," the officer stuttered. "So it clearly means you're not even following the laws of the county but acting according to someone's instructions. Even murderers have a chance to receive visitors, so you better let them see their aunt, or I assure you—you will lose your job," Scott snarled. The officer was terrified by his threat, and I was sure Scott wouldn’t have threatened him if he wasn’t capable of carrying it out. Should I be thankful for the decision he made six years ago? Feeling threatened by Scott’s words, the officer allowed us to see my aunt. Scott didn’t go in with us because he felt she wouldn’t be happy to see him. Aunt Hilda rushed to us in tears when she was brought in. "Alli
(Allison's POV) "Are you sure you're not the only one dating yourself in this so-called relationship with your boyfriend?" Elena asked after Bonnie finished explaining her situation with Peter. We were seated together in a coffee shop, enjoying some time to ourselves since none of us had anything to do at our respective workplaces. "Peter is a really nice guy," Bonnie defended him, but this wasn't the first time I'd heard her do so. She was always quick to defend him, and I couldn't blame her—she just loved him too much. Moreover, I had met Peter before, and he did seem like a nice guy. "It's not always about being nice, Bonnie. Men can be nice just to cover up the fact that they're cheating on you," Elena said. "Peter isn't cheating on me. I'm the only woman he loves," Bonnie insisted. "Then why has he been so distant from you? Like you said, he doesn't answer your calls, and when you text him, he doesn’t reply or even try to call you back when he misses your calls," El
(Writer's POV) Gwen angrily walked into Hugo's study room and dropped a letter for him on the table. "What's this?" he asked. "It's a letter from the court. Scott is pushing through with the case. If Jason is taken to court, we're going to lose because all the evidence about what he did is on Clara's body. We need to do something about this, Hugo!" Gwen said loudly. "I'm trying." "No, you're not! If you're trying like you said, my son wouldn't still be in jail! He's crying every day. My son has lost so much weight! This is all your fault! If you hadn't had a one-night stand with a woman, Scott wouldn't have come into existence!" she spat. "Can you stop? It's already in the past. I don't acknowledge him as my son. Isn't that enough for you?" Hugo questioned. "No! It's not enough for me, Hugo! All I want is for you to get my son out of jail and make sure he doesn't appear in court. Speak sense into Scott, make him do what you want! You've always been good at that!" "That was six
(Writer's POV) Skye's eyes widened in shock as Alex kissed her. She hadn't seen it coming—not after how he had rejected her. She got her thoughts straight, and just when she was about to kiss him back, Alex broke the kiss. Realizing what he had just done, he ran his hands through his hair. "Why did you kiss me, Alex?" Skye asked with a smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you, Skye. I'm so sorry," he apologized, and the smile on her face turned into sadness. "What do you mean you didn't mean to kiss me? You kissed me out of the blue, so what the heck are you saying, Alex?" Skye asked, her voice strained. She thought the kiss meant something to Alex. She had hoped maybe he was finally starting to like her and that was why he kissed her—only for her hopes to be crushed by his apology. "I wasn't thinking when I kissed you." "I still don't understand you, Alex." "I'm sorry, Skye. I shouldn't have kissed you out of the blue. I just had a misunderstanding with the woman I love,
(Writer's POV) Alex pushed his luggage into the condo with a smile on his face. He had just moved into the condo he rented. It was a small apartment, but it was enough since he'd be the only one living in it. "It just needs a little fixing, and it will be perfect," he smiled to himself. Just when he was about to get to work, the doorbell rang. "Is Allison here already?" he muttered, then went to open the door. To his surprise, it turned out to be Bonnie. "Congratulations, Alex!" she exclaimed, spraying confetti on him. "Bonnie? What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised to see her at his doorstep. "Can you let me in first?" she grinned. Alex moved aside so she could enter. "Whoa! The apartment looks nice," Bonnie complimented, her eyes moving around. "You're already inside. Can you answer my question? Allison was supposed to be here." "I know. But she had a lot of work at the company, so she’s taking care of it. I volunteered to come help you settle in," Bonnie