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
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
The rain poured heavily against Christine's bedroom windows, tears pricking her eyes as she stared into the nothingness. Flashbacks from the night she lost her virginity continued to torment her mind; it had been rainy then too. She vividly recalled the man's face, briefly illuminated by lightning in the hotel chamber, forever imprinted in her memory. With rich dark hair, thick brows, plump lips, and a perfectly shaped jawline, he exuded masculinity from every pore. If only she could have seen his eyes, she thought, to complete the image. But they were closed, lost in the frenzy of the moment—it was his wedding night, after all. Yet she was not his bride. What had transpired almost nine months ago was far from the dream she had envisioned for her first time. It had been cruel, merciless, and horrible. His skilled hands were hovering all over her body, leaving no place unknown to his touch. He was caring and gentle, after all, he believed he was making love to the one he promised to
Her beloved father, Ethan, was attending a business conference when he found out about her surgery. He took off in a flash to be by her side.A cloud of worry spread all over his face as he lunged into the hospital. His mind raced with dreadful scenarios concerning Christine and his unborn grandchild, only to find his wife scrolling through social media, her face devoid of any concern or empathy."What are you doing?" he yelled, snatching the phone from her hands, irritated by his wife's lack of care."Nothing. Wasting time," she replied, sounding bored."Do you even know if she is alright? If the baby is fine?" His eyes pierced into her, and that was the moment she realized she had let her guard down and made a big mistake."No. I was so worried that I tried to distract myself by watching videos on social media. This waiting is slowly killing me inside," she feigned concern, trying to evoke sympathy with her puppy eyes. Surprisingly, it worked."I'm sorry. For a moment, I thought tha
Even the mighty sky seemed to cry alongside Christine as the rain splashed over her sensitive skin, becoming one with her tears.She did her best to shield the innocent baby boy, the vulnerable tiny human was weeping, each of his cries breaking her heart. The stabbing pain of being discarded by her own father would have been unbearable if not for the little miracle she held in her arms. She was a mother now, and she needed to protect him.Her mind raced with questions and concerns. She had never before been in a position to be responsible for another being.Truth be told, life had failed to prepare her for this situation. As a businessman, her father had taken good care of their finances, so she never had to lift a finger, let alone provide for someone. It was understandable; she was only 19 years old. If not for her pregnancy, she would have been attending her first year of college at this age.Raw fear coursed through her veins as she fought against it, but exhaustion settled into h
It was almost dark outside, and she had lost all sense of time and space while crying her heart out.Loukas had left her alone after delivering that devastating news. He seemed to want to offer comfort, but no words could ease the pain she felt.There was simply nothing that could mend the loss of a loved one.Her heart ached with a profound sense of regret as the words echoed in her mind. "Your father has passed away."The weight of those words hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath. She couldn't help but imagine her father's devastated expression when he learned the truth, the pain etched across his face forever haunting her thoughts.Why hadn't there been another chance? Why couldn't she have seen him one last time, heard his voice, or felt his reassuring presence?She couldn't accept it. This was a horrific nightmare, something that couldn't be happening.‘Wake up, Christine! You're just having a bad dream!’ she kept telling herself, but this was not a dream. Th
"Are you scared of flying, miss?" he asked, his tone filled with concern. His captivating silver eyes stared deep into Christine's soul, and she feared he would uncover the things she had worked hard to hide. She nodded, indicating her fear, though flying was something she usually enjoyed. But today was no ordinary day. The man who had haunted her dreams for all these years was here, in the flesh, staring at her. The man who took her virginity and left her with child, without even being aware of it. Could she blame him? No, she couldn't. If there was anyone to blame, it was none other than herself. He was even more breathtakingly gorgeous than her memory had illustrated, especially now that she could see his mesmerizing eyes, the missing piece of his image. Though she should have suspected that Ethan had inherited the same grey shade from him, as her own eyes were hazel. "Have we ever met before?" he asked, causing her heart to skip a beat. She ignored his question. 'He won't r
Her knees went weak, and she struggled to maintain her composure. Avoiding this man for the rest of her life wasn't part of her plan. She had meticulously plotted her revenge against her stepfamily for five long years, anticipating that he might become entangled in it. But his unexpected presence was overwhelming, and she found it hard to breathe normally. "And this is Christine, my daughter," Loukas announced, jolting her out of her thoughts. Though he was her savior, she could never quite get used to being called someone else's daughter. After losing her family and her inheritance, Loukas had insisted on giving her his name and making her his legal successor. It took two years of persuasion before she finally accepted, and now she and Ethan proudly bore the name Blaine. If it weren't for the change in their last name, her carefully laid plans would have crumbled at this very moment. If Hunter had realized he was married to her stepsister, all her revenge schemes would have been in
One would be completely out of their mind and definitively mistaken to think that Christine wanted to impress someone in particular by applying more makeup than usual that day. And she couldn't be blamed for looking stunning in everything she wore, her perfectly fit figure worthy of a fashion model. The only reason she had chosen to wear a mid-thigh black dress that hugged her body in all the right places while still maintaining a sense of class was because it was her first day in the office, nothing more. Laughter rang through the air, captivating her attention and drawing her towards Ethan's room earlier than expected. The scene before her left her momentarily stunned, her stomach tightening with a whirlwind of emotions. Hunter stood beside Ethan, helping him get dressed for school, while the boy's contagious giggles filled the room. Ethan gleefully expressed his desire to emulate his father's style, and Christine couldn't recall the last time she had seen him so elated. Without