(Writer's POV) "Good night, ma'am," Allison's new secretary said to her as she was about to enter her car. Allison had spent most of the day making new designs for sale, but if she were honest, she had spent the entire day working on those designs to avoid thinking too much about Hugo's threats. "You too, Lillian," she beamed at her secretary before getting into her car. She had brought her car to her clothing line, as her plan was to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for Stefan. She hadn’t visited him as she promised because she was too preoccupied with Scott's dad’s threat. "Don’t dwell on it, Allison. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you. It’s just a threat," she exhaled deeply. Allison continued driving until she noticed a car behind her. She cleared the way for the car to pass, thinking she might be blocking its path, but the car drove past her and stopped in front of her at full speed. Allison screamed loudly as she slammed on the car brakes. If she hadn't been wea
(Writer's POV) "Why the heck did you do that, Scott?!" Jenna shouted, shocked that Scott had punched his own father. "There’s no rule that says I can't punch my own father when he misbehaves," Scott said, burning with anger. Gwen and Jason rushed out of the house after hearing Jenna's voice. The moment Scott saw Jason, he charged at him and threw a punch. "What the heck is wrong with you?! Why did you hit my son?!" Gwen shouted, slapping Scott's chest. Hugo emerged from the pool, his clothes dripping with water. "Scott!!!" he bellowed. Scott turned to face him, his eyes burning with rage. "Have you lost your mind?! How dare you punch me?!" Hugo roared. "You’re the one who's lost his mind, Hugo!" Scott shot back, calling him by his name. "What gave you the right to approach Allison and threaten her?! Who the hell do you think you are?!" he shouted. "As if that wasn't enough, Jason dared to attack her. How dare you?!" He snarled and threw another punch at Jason, but th
(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) As I watched Allison walk away through the window, heartbroken and scattered, a pang of guilt suffocated me. I had broken her so deeply after promising never to leave her side. The memory of her tear-streaked face haunted me, and I couldn’t shake off the weight of my betrayal. The woman I love was carrying my child. That should’ve been something to celebrate, something to cherish. I wanted to rush to her, pull her into my arms, spin her around, and kiss her as I begged her to marry me. But I couldn’t. I had made a choice—a selfish choice. If my father discovered I got a woman pregnant, the opportunity he reluctantly gave to me would be gone in an instant. My father hated me. To him, I was nothing more than a mistake—a product of his one-night stand with my late mother, who died giving birth to me. He never saw me as his son, and I grew up believing love was a weakness, something I didn’t need. But that changed the day I met Allison. She showed me what it meant to love
SIX YEARS LATER(Allison's POV)As I stepped out of the airport, a rush of memories flooded back, bringing with them everything I left behind in California six years ago. The sights, sounds, even the scent in the air—it all felt just like yesterday. Nothing had truly changed, yet everything had. California had been my home, a place of both pain and love, and while it was a difficult decision to leave, I knew it had been the right one. Moving away allowed me to heal, to shed old wounds, and to reinvent myself in a way I didn’t think was possible. Now, I was here again, but this time as a successful businesswoman who had risen from the ashes of her past.My journey to success hadn’t been the glamorous kind you see in the movies. It was real, gritty, filled with obstacles that felt insurmountable at times. I had to fight, to push myself harder than I ever thought I could. A small voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Mummy!" My son’s voice, clear and filled with excitement, brought me b
(Allison's POV) "Allie." A soft shiver ran down my spine as I heard him call me that. It had been six years since he last used that name, and it still sounded so different coming from his lips. I shook my head slightly, reminding myself that this was the man who shattered my heart and nearly ruined me. He stared at me, shock written all over his face. I knew I needed to leave, but as soon as I turned away, Scott rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His grip was warm—just as it used to be. But I refused to let myself fall for him again. I pulled my hand free. "What do you want?" I asked, feigning ignorance. His jaw dropped slightly, but what did he expect? That I’d fall back into his arms after everything he did to me? "Allie… it’s me, Scott," he said, his voice uncertain, as if I needed reminding who he was—my ex-boyfriend, the man I once loved. "I know it’s you, Scott. But what gives you the right to grab my hand like that?" I replied, my voice sharp. Guilt flickered inside
(Allison's POV) Liam kept grinning at me, waiting for an answer to his question. He was always so eager to know who his dad was, but I always find a way to dodge the topic. I didn’t want to tell Liam about Scott—it would only remind me of the pain he caused and how heartlessly he abandoned me without a second thought. “Is he my daddy?” Liam asked again, his eyes full of hope. My tongue felt tied as I hesitated, still calculating what to say. “Hi, little man, I am your—” “He is not your daddy,” I interrupted Scott sharply. I knew exactly what he was about to say. He’d tell Liam he was his father, forgetting how he never wanted him in the first place. If he had, he wouldn’t have told me to get rid of him when he was still a fetus. Scott shot me a disappointed look, but I glared at him angrily, forcing him to lower his head as the weight of his past words sank in. “I thought he was going to be my daddy. Mommy, when am I going to see my daddy? All my classmates talk about their
(Writer's POV) "Why the heck did you do that, Scott?!" Jenna shouted, shocked that Scott had punched his own father. "There’s no rule that says I can't punch my own father when he misbehaves," Scott said, burning with anger. Gwen and Jason rushed out of the house after hearing Jenna's voice. The moment Scott saw Jason, he charged at him and threw a punch. "What the heck is wrong with you?! Why did you hit my son?!" Gwen shouted, slapping Scott's chest. Hugo emerged from the pool, his clothes dripping with water. "Scott!!!" he bellowed. Scott turned to face him, his eyes burning with rage. "Have you lost your mind?! How dare you punch me?!" Hugo roared. "You’re the one who's lost his mind, Hugo!" Scott shot back, calling him by his name. "What gave you the right to approach Allison and threaten her?! Who the hell do you think you are?!" he shouted. "As if that wasn't enough, Jason dared to attack her. How dare you?!" He snarled and threw another punch at Jason, but th
(Writer's POV) "Good night, ma'am," Allison's new secretary said to her as she was about to enter her car. Allison had spent most of the day making new designs for sale, but if she were honest, she had spent the entire day working on those designs to avoid thinking too much about Hugo's threats. "You too, Lillian," she beamed at her secretary before getting into her car. She had brought her car to her clothing line, as her plan was to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for Stefan. She hadn’t visited him as she promised because she was too preoccupied with Scott's dad’s threat. "Don’t dwell on it, Allison. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you. It’s just a threat," she exhaled deeply. Allison continued driving until she noticed a car behind her. She cleared the way for the car to pass, thinking she might be blocking its path, but the car drove past her and stopped in front of her at full speed. Allison screamed loudly as she slammed on the car brakes. If she hadn't been wea
(Writer's POV) Bonnie sighed for the umpteenth time as she called Peter, but he kept ghosting her calls. "What's going on?" she muttered to herself. She sent him a text message, but he neither viewed nor replied to it. "What's going on, Bonnie?" her mom asked as she entered her room. "You didn't touch your food. Why?" "I'm going to eat it later," Bonnie replied with a sigh. "You're going to eat later?" Her mom furrowed her eyebrows. "It's not like you to ditch my cooking, Bonnie. And come to think of it, you've been on your phone all day. Don't tell me you're trying to make up with Allison? I don't like you being friends with that woman!" "Mom, can you please just stop! I'm not trying to make up with Allison. I still hate her for what she said, if that's what you want to hear," Bonnie hissed and stood up from the bed. "Where are you going?" "I'm stepping out for a bit." "You can't do that, Bonnie. You haven't eaten all day," her mom complained. "Where I'm going is
(Allison's POV) "Good morning, sir," I quickly greeted after he introduced himself as Scott's father. This was the first time I was meeting a member of his family face-to-face. "And what's so good about the morning?" he asked. "Huh?" I raised my eyebrows, wondering why he was speaking to me in such a tone. "You and Scott broke up six years ago, right? What's your relationship with him like now?" he asked. "Well, I—" "I don't want to hear it," he cut me off with a hateful glare. Why does he hate me when he's just meeting me again for the first time? But then I remembered his relationship with Scott. If such a man could hate his own son, why would he like anyone outside his family? He was no different from what Scott had said about him. "I'm not here to have a conversation with you, Allison McCall. I'm going to get straight to the point. Stay away from Scott," he declared. Is this some kind of movie where the female lead is hated by the male lead's family? "You're not fit to b
(Allison's POV) "Allison!" Clara quickly hugged me when I arrived home. I hugged her back, my eyes scanning around for Scott. "How are you doing, Clara?" I asked, forcing out a smile. "I'm fine, Allison, though my uncle keeps insisting I’m not. It's just a bruise—I'm totally fine," she said. "He's just worried about you, that's all." "Yeah, I know. Is it fine if I stay here and go to school?" "Of course, it’s fine with me. It’s your uncle’s house—you can do whatever you want." "Thanks, Allison! You're just as sweet as your cooking," she grinned, and I nodded. "Where's Scott?" I asked, wondering why I hadn’t seen him since I arrived. "He took Liam to school," she replied, and I sighed. I had almost forgotten Liam needed to go to school. "Why didn’t you come home last night, Allison? My uncle was worried about you," she pouted. "Something came up, that’s all. How did Scott take it?" I asked curiously. "I don’t know. He didn’t say much about it, but I could tell h
(Allison's POV) I waited patiently at the doorstep for Stefan to open the door. The receptionist had called him, and he had told her he knew me, which was why she gave me his room number. "Stefan," I knocked on the door when he was taking too long to open it. I stood there for three minutes before he finally answered. He was sitting in a wheelchair. "Stefan," I muttered his name. "Why are you here? Why can't you leave me alone? Haven't you hurt me enough?" he asked. "I'm sorry for what I did," I apologized sincerely. "Your apologies won't mend my broken heart," he sniffled. "I know that, and that's why I'm here—to at least try to fix it. I want to make up for hurting you by being here for you. I want to take care of you until you get better," I said. "Does Scott know you're here?" he asked. I knitted my eyebrows, wondering why he cared, but I still answered his question. "No, he doesn't." "Why didn't you tell him?" he asked again. "I chose not to because I want
(Allison's POV) "Why would you want me to date you, Stefan?" I asked, surprise written all over my face. "Why are you so surprised, Allison? I thought you said you would do anything?" he asked in return. "Yes. Anything, but not date you, Stefan," I replied, my voice strained. "Why can't you date me, Allison? Am I that hard for you to love?" "It's not like that, Stefan. I..." "That's enough, Allison," he cut me short. "I don't want to hear another word from you. Leave," he said, pointing at the door. "I can't leave you in this state. I can't date you, but you're still my friend. Let me help you until you're able to walk again." "I don't need your pity, Allison. Just leave me alone. Leave, Allison! I don't want to see you!" he screamed, throwing tantrums like a child. His voice attracted the doctor and nurses, and they all rushed in. "What's wrong, Mr. Stefan?" the doctor asked while I wiped away the tears threatening to fall. I didn’t like the situation between Stefan and me
(Allison's POV) I sat down in the hospital hallway, crying silently, my blouse stained with Stefan's blood. The only thought running through my head was to blame myself for what had happened to Stefan. It's all my fault. I should have told him beforehand. If I had, he wouldn't have been so shocked and hurt to see Scott and me kissing each other. I always tend to regret things after they happen. I had so many chances to tell the truth about my feelings for Scott, but I didn't. I held it in, and he got into an accident because of me. It's all my fault, I lamented to myself as I allowed my tears to flow freely. "Allie!" Scott called my name, rushing in with my Aunt Hilda and Alex. I rushed into his arms, and for a moment, I felt that the blame I had placed on myself was lifted after Scott welcomed me into his embrace. I just love him so much; that's why I found comfort in his hug. "What happened, Allison?" my aunt demanded, and I broke the hug to look at her. Both she and Alex
(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