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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
To say that this unexpected turn of events had caught Christine off guard would be an understatement. Regardless of how astoundingly intelligent her little angel was, at the end of the day, he was still a child. Like any child, he reacted impulsively the moment he noticed something that disrupted his peace of mind. And she had only made matters worse by accusing him of stalking. The fact that Ethan was a prodigious hacker was a secret tightly guarded by both Christine and Ethan. If word got out about his unusual skill, who knew what could happen? Besides, it was illegal. She had made numerous attempts to deprive him of this habit, but to no avail. Perhaps, she thought, she might have better luck once he was older. However, she had managed to extract a promise from him to keep it a secret, like a playful game that only the two of them were privy to. But right now, she had to rectify the situation as quickly as possible. Her usual composed demeanor was on the verge of collapsing when
Christine couldn't help but roll her eyes as she read through the text messages sent by Jake. His revelation was anything but surprising; it was the exact scenario she had already predicted in her mind. His text read, "There's a man poking around, asking questions about you. You were right to warn me about this. How did you see it coming?" A sense of distaste filled her as she thought about the reason behind her forewarning. "Let's just say," she replied, "that it wasn't exactly rocket science. My stepmother is as predictable as they come." Jake then asked, "Do you want me to intervene and stop him?" She pondered for a moment before responding, "Why bother? Should we stop him from earning his paycheck? As far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to hide." "But are you certain? What if he digs up that one particular incident?" Jake asked, a hint of anxiety seeping into his message. Christine, however, was not fazed. "Even if he does, there's no solid evidence left. You made sure of th
In the confines of her mind, Christine found herself revisiting a particular question: 'Is my Ethan a little angel or a little devil?' It certainly wasn't the first time this thought had surfaced in her consciousness. Yet, he was undeniably her pride and joy, her world. It was her darling child who had been insistent that she adorned this specific red dress for the evening. The realization of his motive now dawned on her. Ethan must have seen Martha in the identical attire. While Christine had categorically forbidden him from spying on Hunter, she had simultaneously requested him to upgrade their home's security system. Undeniably, Ethan must have sneaked a peek at the trio departing the house. While their advanced home system respected privacy, not having any cameras in the bedrooms, there were however surveillance points located in the hallways. "Wow, is this a favorite dress among ladies?" Simon chuckled, fully embodying his self-appointed role as the 'funny brother'. "Or was it