(Allison's POV) "You look so beautiful, Mummy," Liam complimented my dress. "You think so?" I asked with a smile. "I don’t just think so, Mummy; I know so. You may not be a celebrity, but those celebrities can’t come close to your beauty," Liam praised me again. I crouched down to his height, playfully ruffling his hair. "You're so good with words! Where did you learn that?" I asked, and he grinned. "Because you're beautiful, Mummy. I'm just speaking the truth." "Thanks for the compliment, son," I smiled at him. "Come and have your dinner, Liam," Aunt Hilda said, emerging from the kitchen as she set the table for Liam's meal. Liam rushed to the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs while I walked towards Aunt Hilda. "Aunt Hilda," I called, and she lifted her head from the table to look at me. "You haven't left yet? I thought you would be at the party by now," she said. "I was just receiving some compliments from my son," I replied, and Aunt Hilda chuckled
(Scott's POV) I arrived at Naomi's birthday party even before Allison did. I saw her get out of her car, looking so beautiful in the dress she was wearing. She wasn't the celebrant, but to me, she stole the show. Even when I entered the grand hall without her knowledge, I could see her eyes moving around as if she was looking for someone. I couldn't help but think she was looking for me. When Naomi invited me to her birthday party, I didn't want to attend—not because I felt I didn't belong, but because I don't fancy parties. However, when she told me my Allie was coming, I didn't hesitate to accept her invitation. I wanted to see her beautiful face, and I didn’t regret coming. While seated, I noticed her eyes drifting to the entrance of the hall with every passing second. She was definitely looking for me, and I was a hundred percent sure of that. I got up from where I was sitting and approached her with a rose. She had always been a lover of roses, and she would light up with joy
(Scott's POV) "You don't mind us dancing," I heard him say with a smile as I got closer to them. Allison nodded, returning the smile. The man stretched out his hand, and just as Allison was about to accept it, I held her hand, making her stand up. "She isn't going to dance with you," I said, my voice cold, just like the way I was glaring at him. "What are you doing?" Allison asked, trying to take her hand from me, but I held it tightly. "Scott Stiles," the man smiled at me. "I didn't know you come to parties like this." "Yes, I do. You should find someone else to dance with. She is with me," I said icingly, not caring if he was smiling at me. I'm always protective of the things I love, and Allison is at the top of that list. Before Allison could protest that she didn't come with me, I pulled her away from the man to a quiet area in the hall. "What was that for, Scott?" she asked. "I should be asking you that, Allie. Why would you agree to dance with him?" I asked, keeping my v
(Writer's POV)"Ahhhghhh!" Jenna screamed angrily, throwing a glass of wine against the wall. The glass shattered into tiny pieces. Lydia, her friend, who had heard the scream, rushed out of the room immediately."What's wrong, Jenna? Why are you screaming, and why did you throw a glass at the wall?" Lydia asked, noticing Jenna was still fuming."I'm so angry I feel like killing someone right now!" Jenna spat. The veins in her neck were visible, indicating her rage."Relax, girl. No one is dying, and you're not going to kill anyone. What’s making you so pissed off? You were in a good mood just a few minutes ago," Lydia said, trying to understand why her friend had suddenly turned from cheerful to a furious tigress ready to pounce."I was in a good mood because I thought Scott was going to come here.""Scott? The guy you went to London with but ended up cheating on?" Lydia asked."You don't have to remind me of that, Lydia!" Jenna glared at her."Fine. I'm sorry. I was just trying to c
(Allison's POV) Scott's eyes were on me as we drove toward his house. I would have said no when he asked me to drop him off, but I didn't know why I had agreed. Maybe I was just returning the favor for how he always walked me home when we were together. The way he had pulled me away from that celebrity replayed in my mind, and I sighed, unsure if it had come out loud. I didn't mean to lash out at Scott like that. He was never a controlling boyfriend; I said it in anger, wanting him to know I was no longer the lovesick girl trying to please him. We weren't together anymore, and he had no right to meddle in who I interacted with. I wanted him to understand that. "Stop looking at me, Scott. I'm not comfortable with how you're staring at me," I said, finally shifting my gaze from the road to him. "I can't help it, Allie. You've always been beautiful, but you look especially stunning tonight," he said, his eyes refusing to leave mine. I was tempted to blush at his words, but I held bac
(Scott's POV) While waiting for Allison to come out of the room, I prayed that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon so I could spend some time with her. It felt selfish to always want her around, especially since I had taken those moments for granted before. I sat down in the wine cellar, slowly sipping a glass of wine, when Allison finally emerged from the room. She was already putting on my hoodie, which reminded me of the countless times she'd worn my clothes whenever she visited me. She was so funny back then. When she came to visit me at my condo before our breakup, she won't purposely bring her own clothes just so she could wear mine. "I love the way your clothes smell on me," she'd always say, jumping on me because she knew I would catch her. I missed those moments—when I could freely wrap my arms around her slender waist, scoop her up, and kiss her until we were both breathless. I missed the days I could claim her without her trying to stop me. But now, I couldn’t do any of
(Allison’s POV)“I’m pregnant.” Those were the words I had rehearsed in my mind over and over again as I anxiously waited for Scott to arrive at the coffee shop where I’d asked him to meet me. Scott and I had been together for two years now. He wasn’t just my boyfriend—he was my best friend, my lover, my greatest support. He’d always showered me with affection, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. It was one of the things I loved most about him. That’s why I was so beyond excited to share the news of my pregnancy with him. I knew he’d be thrilled. He has to be. And maybe, just maybe, he’d finally put a ring on my finger. The thought of marrying Scott and waking up beside him every morning, seeing his handsome face—his chiseled jaw, and striking blue eyes,—had always felt like a dream come true. I loved him deeply, and I’d always believed he loved me just as much.“Allie.”His voice—deep, familiar, and steady—broke into my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. My he
(Allison's POV) For a few minutes, I just stared at Scott, unable to believe those words actually came out of his mouth. Was this really the same man who once promised to love me for eternity? Tears blurred my vision, streaking down my face and washing away my carefully applied makeup. My heart ached as if it had been pierced with a knife, but I clung to the hope that this was just some cruel joke. Surely, the man who’d once showered me with so much love couldn’t say something so heartless. “Tell me you’re joking, Scott,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I struggled to hold back sobs. My words seemed to catch the attention of other customers in the coffee shop. Heads turned, eyes watching, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered—not the stares, not the murmurs. All I wanted was for Scott to tell me that what he just said wasn’t true.For a moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes, a hint of guilt, maybe. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, leaving only the cold, indi
(Scott's POV) While waiting for Allison to come out of the room, I prayed that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon so I could spend some time with her. It felt selfish to always want her around, especially since I had taken those moments for granted before. I sat down in the wine cellar, slowly sipping a glass of wine, when Allison finally emerged from the room. She was already putting on my hoodie, which reminded me of the countless times she'd worn my clothes whenever she visited me. She was so funny back then. When she came to visit me at my condo before our breakup, she won't purposely bring her own clothes just so she could wear mine. "I love the way your clothes smell on me," she'd always say, jumping on me because she knew I would catch her. I missed those moments—when I could freely wrap my arms around her slender waist, scoop her up, and kiss her until we were both breathless. I missed the days I could claim her without her trying to stop me. But now, I couldn’t do any of
(Allison's POV) Scott's eyes were on me as we drove toward his house. I would have said no when he asked me to drop him off, but I didn't know why I had agreed. Maybe I was just returning the favor for how he always walked me home when we were together. The way he had pulled me away from that celebrity replayed in my mind, and I sighed, unsure if it had come out loud. I didn't mean to lash out at Scott like that. He was never a controlling boyfriend; I said it in anger, wanting him to know I was no longer the lovesick girl trying to please him. We weren't together anymore, and he had no right to meddle in who I interacted with. I wanted him to understand that. "Stop looking at me, Scott. I'm not comfortable with how you're staring at me," I said, finally shifting my gaze from the road to him. "I can't help it, Allie. You've always been beautiful, but you look especially stunning tonight," he said, his eyes refusing to leave mine. I was tempted to blush at his words, but I held bac
(Writer's POV)"Ahhhghhh!" Jenna screamed angrily, throwing a glass of wine against the wall. The glass shattered into tiny pieces. Lydia, her friend, who had heard the scream, rushed out of the room immediately."What's wrong, Jenna? Why are you screaming, and why did you throw a glass at the wall?" Lydia asked, noticing Jenna was still fuming."I'm so angry I feel like killing someone right now!" Jenna spat. The veins in her neck were visible, indicating her rage."Relax, girl. No one is dying, and you're not going to kill anyone. What’s making you so pissed off? You were in a good mood just a few minutes ago," Lydia said, trying to understand why her friend had suddenly turned from cheerful to a furious tigress ready to pounce."I was in a good mood because I thought Scott was going to come here.""Scott? The guy you went to London with but ended up cheating on?" Lydia asked."You don't have to remind me of that, Lydia!" Jenna glared at her."Fine. I'm sorry. I was just trying to c
(Scott's POV) "You don't mind us dancing," I heard him say with a smile as I got closer to them. Allison nodded, returning the smile. The man stretched out his hand, and just as Allison was about to accept it, I held her hand, making her stand up. "She isn't going to dance with you," I said, my voice cold, just like the way I was glaring at him. "What are you doing?" Allison asked, trying to take her hand from me, but I held it tightly. "Scott Stiles," the man smiled at me. "I didn't know you come to parties like this." "Yes, I do. You should find someone else to dance with. She is with me," I said icingly, not caring if he was smiling at me. I'm always protective of the things I love, and Allison is at the top of that list. Before Allison could protest that she didn't come with me, I pulled her away from the man to a quiet area in the hall. "What was that for, Scott?" she asked. "I should be asking you that, Allie. Why would you agree to dance with him?" I asked, keeping my v
(Scott's POV) I arrived at Naomi's birthday party even before Allison did. I saw her get out of her car, looking so beautiful in the dress she was wearing. She wasn't the celebrant, but to me, she stole the show. Even when I entered the grand hall without her knowledge, I could see her eyes moving around as if she was looking for someone. I couldn't help but think she was looking for me. When Naomi invited me to her birthday party, I didn't want to attend—not because I felt I didn't belong, but because I don't fancy parties. However, when she told me my Allie was coming, I didn't hesitate to accept her invitation. I wanted to see her beautiful face, and I didn’t regret coming. While seated, I noticed her eyes drifting to the entrance of the hall with every passing second. She was definitely looking for me, and I was a hundred percent sure of that. I got up from where I was sitting and approached her with a rose. She had always been a lover of roses, and she would light up with joy
(Allison's POV) "You look so beautiful, Mummy," Liam complimented my dress. "You think so?" I asked with a smile. "I don’t just think so, Mummy; I know so. You may not be a celebrity, but those celebrities can’t come close to your beauty," Liam praised me again. I crouched down to his height, playfully ruffling his hair. "You're so good with words! Where did you learn that?" I asked, and he grinned. "Because you're beautiful, Mummy. I'm just speaking the truth." "Thanks for the compliment, son," I smiled at him. "Come and have your dinner, Liam," Aunt Hilda said, emerging from the kitchen as she set the table for Liam's meal. Liam rushed to the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs while I walked towards Aunt Hilda. "Aunt Hilda," I called, and she lifted her head from the table to look at me. "You haven't left yet? I thought you would be at the party by now," she said. "I was just receiving some compliments from my son," I replied, and Aunt Hilda chuckled
(Allison's POV) Days later, I met up with Naomi Holt, and she was so excited about the dress I designed for her. "I love it, Allison. You did a great job. Scott wasn't kidding when he said you're the best at what you do. He had so much confidence in you, and you nailed it. Thank you so much, Allison. To be honest, I wasn't expecting the outcome of my birthday dress to be so beautiful," Naomi said. Her excitement was clearly detectable in her voice, and I was so happy she loved the dress. I dedicated my time into making the dress, not because I wanted to be appreciated for it, but for Scott as well. He recommended me to Naomi, and I didn't want to disappoint him because, according to Naomi, he bragged about me being the best designer ever. "I'm glad you like it, Naomi," I said with a smile. "I don't just like it. I love it! You are the best," she said, giving me a high thumb-up, and I was so proud of myself. "Thanks, Naomi." She nodded her head, dipped her hand into her han
"Is this some kind of joke?!" I demanded, glaring at my dad, who was seated comfortably on my couch, as if he owns not just my life but my house as well. "Jenna is right, Scott. We've already fixed a date for your wedding. You both just have to get yourselves prepared for it," my dad said, and Jenna smiled. "What gives you the right to arrange my marriage for me?!" I yelled at him. I was trying my best to control my anger because, even though I resent him so much, he is still my dad. "I'm your father, Scott. So I have every right to arrange your wedding with anyone that would be beneficial to us," he said. "Beneficial to us?" I scoffed before continuing. "Don't include me in that because I'm not part of your family." "Your last name is Stiles, so how are you not part of our family?" he asked, standing up, his face showing just how angry he was. Back then, I’d have apologized immediately, but not anymore—not when I am no longer the man he could push around and call a mistak
(Scott's POV) As I crawled out of bed, I couldn't stop myself from laughing. At first, hiding from Allison's family wasn't something I wanted to do, but for Allison's sake, I decided to. Now, it felt kind of funny. Allison and I were like two teenage kids hiding our relationship from their parents. "What's so funny?" Allison asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Isn't it amusing how we're playing hide and seek with your family? We’re like two teenagers keeping our relationship a secret, and when we were almost caught, you made me hide to avoid being seen," I said, grinning. But Allison kept a straight face, which made me wonder if it wasn’t amusing to her. "You don't find it funny?" I asked, my grin slowly fading. "Give me one reason why I should find what you just said funny, Scott. My family completely trusts me, but I'm hiding a huge secret from them. They think we haven't seen or spoken to each other, but they don't know that we're on speaking terms and that I have given