The air seemed to grow cold, as if the temperature had plummeted to an icy zero degrees, while the intense staring contest between Elenora and Christine persisted. Cold shivers cascaded down Martha’s spine, making her more anxious by the second. “Mommy, let’s go! We’ve done all we can here for today!” Martha implored, her voice tinged with concern. Elenora, her mother, knew that her daughter was speaking the truth. She needed to withdraw for now, lick her emotional wounds, and regroup to strategize anew. Christine may have triumphed in this small and seemingly insignificant battle, but Elenora was determined to emerge victorious in the final war that loomed ahead. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go. The air in this room has turned poisonous,” Elenora hissed, her words seeping with venom. “There’s a treacherous snake before me, and I have no intention of letting it bite me.” Once she had stepped out of the building, Elenora swiftly fished her phone out of her purse and composed a pointed
“Absolutely not! Have you completely lost your mind? We cannot do that! We will not do that!” Jake’s voice resounded with a fiery authority, a tone which might intimidate most into submission. But she wasn’t one to be easily overruled. “Why not?” She retorted, her eyes flashing nervously, unable to comprehend the vehemence of his response. Confusion etched deep lines in her forehead. In her perspective, seeking out the man directly seemed the best strategy to uncover the truth about the night of her conception. The fragmented clues from that event formed the jigsaw puzzle she was desperate to complete. Jake, visibly agitated, exclaimed, “You’re asking why? There are countless reasons!” He raked his fingers through his hair, clenching tufts in exasperation. “For starters, that man is exceptionally dangerous. Furthermore, if we approach him, he’ll quickly deduce we’ve cloned his phone. This could force him underground, making him vanish. Or even worse, he could retaliate. Christine, w
When Christine hesitated for a moment before responding, Ethan eagerly stepped in to speak on her behalf. "Mommy and I have only recently returned from living abroad, Mister! I highly doubt you've had the pleasure of meeting her before." James took another, more lingering look at her. "Ah, I must indeed be mistaken," he conceded reluctantly, his eyes continuing to study her with an intensity that betrayed his words. 'Yet, there's this unshakable feeling that we've crossed paths before,' he thought, tilting his head to one side as if doing so would unlock a hidden memory. Ethan, noticing James' scrutiny, became defensive. "My Mommy is extraordinarily beautiful; there's no one in the world quite like her! It would be rather offensive to insinuate that she resembles someone else." Christine leaned over and tenderly kissed her son's forehead, whispering softly in his ear. "Ethan, sweety, let's remember to be polite." 'He won't recognize me,' Christine mused inwardly. 'It's been over f
James studied Martha’s picture with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, unsure of how to process this newfound revelation. The day had been a whirlwind of unexpected surprises, and while he couldn't quite put his finger on it, something deep within him was reacting strongly to the situation. "This auntie you see in the picture," Ethan piped up, "I met her for the first time just a few days ago. She isn't very fond of Mommy, you know. And as I've already mentioned to you, mister, Mommy and I used to live abroad." James nodded slowly, processing the young boy's words. "Oh, I see." Still, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Why does she harbor ill feelings towards his mother?' Hunter, having concluded his business call, approached the group, his eyes full of curiosity. Bending down to Ethan's eye level, he ruffled the boy's hair while trying to discern the subject of their intense discussion. "What's caught all of your attention so intently?" His gaze shifted from one person to another, se
Elenora could vividly recall the scandalous tale of Isabella and Miguel Fernandez, as it was almost impossible to forget. The intense media frenzy erupted just about two years ago and had captivated the attention of the global audience, with prying eyes and gossiping mouths scrutinizing every development. Tabloids voraciously devoured each fragment of information, disseminating it to an audience that was equally ravenous for salacious details. Miguel Fernandez, a magnate with a formidable presence in the oil industry, had infamously betrayed his strikingly beautiful wife, engaging in an affair with a student. The scandal permeated headline after headline, captivating the global audience, all of whom were dissatisfied when the full truth of the matter remained shrouded in mystery. Immersed in the narrative, individuals felt they were deserving of the complete story, even though the intimate details of the couple's saga should have ideally remained their own. Nonetheless, once the stor
Hunter cautiously set the little boy down onto his own two feet. He then desperately tried to force the windows open, but they remained stubbornly shut, having been locked by the system for security purposes. In Hunter's perception, time seemed to stretch and warp. Every second felt like a minute, every minute an hour. The weight of the situation pressed on him, making each breath he took feel more labored and each beat of his heart more pronounced. His increasing distress contrasted with Christine’s attempts to mask her aversion to heights. Whether it was genuine fear or an odd sense of self-preservation became irrelevant in the gravity of the present circumstance. His condition was palpably more serious. "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?" Ethan inquired, his voice a breathless whisper, the abrupt shift in his father's demeanor ringing alarm bells in his young mind. "I'm fine, no worries, champ!" Hunter reassured, raking shaky fingers through his hair, yet the visible distress etch
Until they reached the ground, the ride descended into an awfully tangible silence, a quiet that seemed to consume the space around them, wrapping them tightly in its invisible grip. Although it might have appeared that they were all engrossed, gazing through the glass wall, in stark reality, they were just staring into an abyss of nothingness. Christine cradled Ethan tenderly in her arms, her posture radiating an unspoken, fierce protectiveness. Once the immediate dread for Hunter's safety had dissipated, a wave of chilling concern for her son cascaded through her, washing over her in chilly, unsettling waves. Ethan's small frame was still trembling slightly, a manifestation of the massive guilt he was internalizing. For a boy of merely five, such guilt was a colossal weight, a burden too profound. His innocent wish had only ever been for his parents to be closer, to spend more cherished moments as a family. 'Did I make Daddy sick? What if he never forgives me? Or worse, never spea
Christine felt her composure threatening to falter, and she wondered anxiously what revelation her handsome boy might share next. “I believe we’ve had enough excitement for today. Ethan needs to complete his homework for tomorrow, and it’s getting quite late,” she said, trying to divert the topic. Ethan’s expression clouded with confusion. “But, Mommy, I don’t have any homework. You know that, right?” She mentally groaned. ‘My son might be a genius in some respects, but sometimes he misses out on the simple cues. Right now, is one of those frustrating moments.’ Christine masterfully suppressed the urge to theatrically roll her eyes—what practical purpose would it serve, anyway? “Sweetie, we should head out; your grandpa is expecting us back home.” She gently extracted Ethan from Hunter’s grasp, enveloping him in her own protective arms. Hunter, not wanting the evening to end, suggested, “Why not stay a little longer? I promise I won't press any further, if that's what's troubling
Three months have passed since Hunter’s childhood home was blessed with the laughs of an ass kicking mother, charming father and adorable little brat. Loukas, a proud grandfather, was visiting them often, after his relationship with Christine was rebuilt to one of a father and daughter. It was one particular day when Christine’s feelings were all over the place. She was staring at the papers in her hands, and multiple emotions were spreading through her body. Her suspicions were confirmed, she was pregnant. Indeed, black letters on white paper were clearly stating that she was two months pregnant with Hunter’s child. A blessing from the heavens. This time, it was bound to be different. This time, she had support from him, the love of her life. Tears of joy were forming in her eyes, she could not remember the last time she cried of happiness, if ever. She could already imagine Ethan’s thrill to play with a sibling, she c
Fuming with rage, Elenora launched at her daughter, strangling her neck. “You did what, you wretched girl?”Choking, Martha cried out. “Help! Somebody… Help me! She is trying to kill me!”In no time, an officer interfered and separated the two women, before something disastrous would happen. He took Elenora away, with the promise that her recent act will be added to her long list of criminal offenses.Still struggling to breathe normally, Martha shouted. “You will rot in jail, mother! I know enough information to assure you of that! And don’t forget that Christine has the proof that you hired a hitman to eliminate her!”Heartbeats later, inside the interrogation room, she started her confession.“Are you aware that you are admitting to complicity by confessing your mother’s crimes? You had knowledge of every one of her crimes and did not report her. That, until now.”In
Unbearable silence was engulfing the room, there were only Christine, Hunter and Loukas left. Elenora was practically dragged outside by the police, while she shouted and threatened all the way to the car. Christine believed that watching Elenora in predicament would bring her fulfillment, but it was not like that. Certainly, her being punished was bound to bring some sort of satisfaction, but that didn’t change the past, the hurt and desolation that she felt because of that horrible woman. And to find out the shocking truth about her biological father, a truth that Elenora knew from the very start, that was… Well, that was backstabbing at a whole new level. The mere idea was making her sick to her stomach. After careful consideration, Loukas decided to take the lead. “The two of you seem to have much to talk about as well, so I’m going to say just a few words. In private, if that is possible, Christine!” Hunter placed an affection
In a twinkling, her world crumbled into small little pieces, leaving her completely broken inside.Everything was in a blur, the pain of betrayal stinging her chest. Reaching a hand out to Jake, she leaned on him for support for a few good seconds.In all honesty, it would have been less painful if someone would have pulled her heart out and stabbed the poor organ with a million daggers.“Is it true?” Anger and hurt were burning in her eyes. “TELL ME!” She cried out, walking to where Loukas was standing and clamping her fingers in his jacket.He met her accusing regard with silence, yet his entire demeanor was suggesting he was guilty.“Why are you quiet? I just heard you! Am I wrong?” She glared at him in outrage.“No, you are not wrong. You are my biological daughter.” He declared shutting his eyes close, his voice holding strong emotions.Her heart sank i
A press conference was scheduled by Fame Media to publicly apologize for sharing unverified information that led to undeserved public slander. As a consequence of their actions, the victim suffered moral damage, as well as monetary losses. Though CDE Group shares’ price plummeted only for a few hours, Christine demanded compensation, and her lawyers succeeded in securing a more than satisfactory amount. “Fame Media takes full responsibility for the damage caused by spreading fake news. In the past, we took pride in providing the best accurate information to our followers, therefore we are deeply ashamed of the recent events. After compensating the victim by paying the requested price, we are sad to announce to you that we will close our doors for the time-being. In the last decade, our followers have been like a second family for us, but mistakes must be punished. Speaking of that, we filed a lawsuit against Elenora Carter. As you may be a
A low moan sounded in his chest, it was all the approval he needed in order to ravish her, to appease the hunger that screamed to be gratified. Intoxicated with lust, their hands were roaming freely on each other’s body, while their tongues battled for dominance. Erotic moans filled the room, and they didn’t even start the love making session properly.It was just the warm up. There was no more reluctance, only complete surrender to their sexual cravings, their need for each other. It was when Hunter settled his manhood to her entrance that they suddenly stiffened. There was some noise outside the room. Footsteps. Then the door opened widely and a small silhouette appeared near the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he climbed into the bed, his eyes darted from his mommy to his daddy in confusion. It was the nightmare of any parents, to be caught red handed by their child. Good thing that they were covered by the sheets. “Mommy, w
Christine made several attempts in reaching Hunter, but his phone was off, her calls going directly to voicemail. ‘Weird. I hope everything is fine.’ Pacing the room, making holes in the floor, the tension was building up inside, eating her alive. What if something happened? He should have delivered her child by now. Her intuition told her that something was off. Or maybe she was just nervous, it was understandable, after all she went through. In the wake of such an excruciating day, she needed to have Ethan in her arms, he was her most prized possession, her pride and joy. Stealing glances through the window from time to time, she finally spotted Hunter getting out of the car, then scooping a sleepy handsome boy in his arms. The boy’s small arms locked behind his daddy’s neck. It was an image that pulled at her heartstrings, sweet and sour at the same time. She breathed a sigh of relief, the claw that was squeezing her hea
For a few good seconds, it seemed as if time stopped for Hunter. Air was suddenly kicked out of his lungs, he even forgot how to breathe. His chest tightened as he fought with the suffocating sensation.His mind was a mess, his thoughts all over the place, experiencing a roller-coaster of sensations.‘Martha lied to me all our life together!’‘Christine might have lied to me as well…’‘This child in front of me is possibly mine...’His eyes shut close. ‘Who am I kidding? I would be a fool to lie to myself that what I’m suspecting is not utterly real.’It demanded a major shift in his thinking to adjust to the new information. To accept it.Still, he needed a proper confirmation.His eyebrows furrowed. On the outside, his inner battle was translated as if he were immersed in plans of critical importance.“Daddy, are you feeling unwell?” E
Left by herself, Elenora sneered, staring at the text from Christine with a sulky expression.‘Take all my money? How dare that wretched girl threaten me? It’s more likely for hell to freeze than her winning against me!’A vein became visible on her forehead, as if cutting it in half, while her entire demeanor was turning murderous. ‘I’d rather kill her with my own two hands than lose this battle!’Glaring at the phone angrily, she typed [“Aren’t you afraid that I will reveal who is the father of that devil kid of yours?”]‘I know all your weaknesses, Christine! Each and every one of your vulnerabilities are within my reach! You should be scared of me! You damn should!’She was looking forward to the reply, but to her enjoyment, it didn’t come through. Naturally, she believed that she had won.‘Yes, go and hide in your closet! And don’t come out until I