Early in the morning, Eric signed the contract for the new Smart Home Project, a venture destined for success. The mere thought of increasing his financial return tenfold in just a few years incited a dance of joy in his mind. Physically, he remained composed - he was Eric Black, after all, one of the world's wealthiest individuals. But who would resist the allure of accumulating more wealth and prestige? His eager gaze landed on Christine, observing her with an intensity that bordered on longing. "I was disappointed when you left early last night," he voiced, his tone tinged with genuine regret. And he was disappointed, though only for about ten minutes before he found comfort in the company of a blonde, a woman whose striking attributes could turn heads in both heaven and hell. Eric's wife was often away on extensive travels, presumably seeking refuge from his affairs and the accompanying social scandal. Or perhaps she was entangled in her own complications; no one knew. "I'm sor
Martha's heart pounded wildly, echoing through her ears like a raging drum. She could swear she was on the verge of a heart attack, but it was merely a panic attack, fueled by her spiraling thoughts. Rage surged from her core, spreading to the furthest edges of her being. Her blood simmered, bubbling with an intoxicating mix of fear and anger. The fear of losing everything was unbearable. Her image, her prosperous career, the sizable monthly alimony Hunter had generously provided after their divorce—all threatened to slip away from her grasp. Her palms were slick with sweat, her face flushed and feverish, her mind teetering on the brink of madness. All because of Christine. Christine, the unending thorn in her flesh, her perpetual tormentor. Always outshining her with her radiant beauty, her effervescent charm, and her razor-sharp intellect. A constant specter casting an impenetrable shadow over Martha, rendering her invisible by comparison. "Martha, you're next! You need to go in!"
The car pulled up to the house, and Christine spotted Ethan peering out from his bedroom window, likely waiting impatiently for her return. The moment his eyes fell on her, he darted down the stairs and out the door, making a beeline for the car where she stood. "Mommy!" He wrapped his arms around her legs with all the strength his small body could muster. 'So this is what pure happiness feels like!' Christine thought to herself, a surge of joy washing over her. She scooped Ethan up into her arms, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead. It seemed as though the scent of his hair alone had the power to erase her worries. Despite all her problems, he was her greatest blessing. "Oh, baby, you're getting so big! I can barely lift you!" She feigned a disappointed tone. A wide grin spread across Ethan's face, his smile revealing a few missing teeth. He had never looked more endearing, his joy radiating from his eyes. "Yes, Mommy, I'm not a kid anymore!" She chuckled. "I see that. I'
A sudden wave of panic squeezed Christine's heart, causing it to beat against her ribcage like a trapped bird. She pressed her eyes shut simultaneously as she tightened her hold on Ethan, pulling him closer into the safety of her embrace. "Mommy!" The frightened call from her son brought her back, his voice laced with a heart-wrenching mix of fear and worry. "Daddy... Daddy's hurt!" Her eyes sprang open, widening in shock and terror at the sight before her. Hunter sprawled on the ground, Simon standing nearby, his expression one of pure torment. From the looks of it, Hunter had shoved Simon out of harm's way, receiving the full impact himself. "No, sweetheart! He's fine, just...just resting a bit," she managed to stammer out, her voice sounding alien even to her own ears. "Mommy!" "You'll see, sweetheart! You'll see!" She tried to reassure him, her own heart trembling with fear. The driver appeared ghostly pale, yanking at his own hair in distress. "I didn't do anything, I didn't
Standing face-to-face with her stepmother after all these years felt surreal, almost alien. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times, her imagination always casting Elenora as a formidable, intimidating figure - the woman who had stolen her father, her inheritance, her life. Yet the reality before her was starkly different from her mental renderings. Elenora, who once exuded arrogance and a domineering confidence that loudly echoed power, now seemed... diminished. Perhaps it wasn't so much Elenora changing, but Christine herself who had grown stronger, more resilient over the years. The once daunting stepmother no longer wielded the power to terrorize her as she once did. Those days were long gone, relegated to the dusty corners of the past. A tableau of disbelief and shock etched itself onto Elenora's face as she absorbed Christine's presence, her eyes widening almost comically. Gone was the timid, vulnerable girl who once trembled beneath her tyrannical shadow, re
'Step aside? I am in her way? She has the nerve to boss me around?' Disbelief swirled in Elenora's mind, causing her to question the validity of her own senses. She felt as though she were in some bizarre hallucination. It was the only plausible explanation for the audacity on display. A sneer twisted her features as she stared at Christine. "And where exactly do you presume you're going?" Her lips formed a thin, hard line, an unmistakable sign of her mounting irritation. Exasperated, Christine didn't hold back. "Out of my way!" With a forceful shove, she sidestepped Elenora and entered the premises, her ears tuning out the incensed shouting fading into the background. Then, she began her search, her gaze scanning every room, every corner. Elenora, trailing behind, looked on with wide-eyed shock at her stepdaughter's brazen behavior. 'Where is Hunter?' she wondered. 'Wasn't he supposed to be home resting? Where could he have disappeared to? I will turn this place upside down if I
In the complex game of love, all was fair. That was the conviction Simon had held onto, at least. Love justified the means in its pursuit, he believed, and so he acted upon it. After bidding Christine farewell, he found himself dialing Hunter's number, masking his real intention under the guise of a casual check-up on his older brother's health. However, his motives ran deeper, with an ulterior motive lurking beneath the surface of his concern. Upon hearing Hunter grumble about his confining bed rest, Simon grasped at the opportunity to extend an invitation for a brotherly chat at a local cafe. The real intent was to evaluate and potentially manipulate the dynamics of his brother's relationship with Christine. Simon was no fool. He had observed the subtle shift in Christine’s eyes when he revealed his brother's marital status. The mere thought of her changing her mind about their newly formed bond sent a chill of anxiety through him. Seeing Hunter's bruised and battered image, the
"Oh, she has taken her leave, I see!" Elenora's voice came out feather-light and deceptively kind, though she failed to mask the sigh of palpable relief that slipped out. Hunter's gaze then shifted to Martha, his eyes studying her with newfound curiosity before voicing his nagging question. "Martha, you never mentioned having a stepsister before. Was she at our wedding? Have I perhaps met her before?" There had always been a sense of déjà vu lingering around Christine, but after failing repeatedly to pinpoint why she seemed familiar, he had cast it aside. 'Not at the wedding, but in the hotel room on our wedding night,' Martha's inner voice bitterly reminded her. Christine had been the first to lay claim to what was supposed to be hers, and she, Martha, had handed him to her rival on a silver platter. "No, she didn't attend the wedding, and you didn't meet her before. As I recall, she said she had other commitments," Martha explained, trying to keep her voice steady. "Our shared hi