Gwen swallows hard, sitting in the corner of the table like she is on the cloud. She is used to Derek's cold and unbothered behaviour. However, after attending his meeting, she is now confirmed, that Derek is a mad Businessman who worships perfection.With a silent stare, she scans the entire room. Everyone's pale complexion, sweat on their face and the heavy air around them with the gloomy environment, Gwen who has worked in some café and restaurants as part-timers, finds it suffocating and overbearing.Everyone has submitted their individual designs and plans, but any of them helps them to free themselves from Derek's stubborn clutch.But, one thing is sure, he was right with his words, until he finds his perfect design, he won't stop." Meeting dismissed here. Please submit your final draft within two days." Everyone gasps heavily, loosening their body. The entire meeting was nothing but a roller coaster for them." Ms. Genevieve! Please follow me!"She immediately stands up and
The day has gone with some good and some bad situations for her, although she has been trying to learn everything as soon as possible to get free from his invisible clutch around her. However, it seemed to be hard for her to realize that while doing business with someone, you must have to stay resolute in your position or, the other party might take you as an easy target to fool.On the way home, her eyes are on the files, kinda surprised that Derek actually got time to write an entire condition list for her to maintain in her hectic schedule. " This is not what I saw when I was with Grandpa. This is slavery!" she grunts, finding the conditions are nonsense to her " I don't know, just act this way, you might have to thank me later. Hearing the word CEO or having the title of CEO feels great. But once you take responsibility for this title, you will know, how many people, from your family or your friends will push your buttons to the worst. You have to be cunning to get rid of those
In the dimly lit, musty old library, the scent of aged paper, mingled with dust and the faint aroma of darkness, envelopes Gwen as she roams the weathered shelves. She finds herself in her grandpa's old library, after searching for a handwritten book by her grandpa about his business journey. She wants to know about the company from the root.Her eyes scan the forgotten tomes until they land on a book tucked away in a secluded corner. With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, she reaches out, delicately running her fingers over the worn spine, feeling the weight of history within its pages. As she flips through the yellowed leaves, the fragrance of time transports her to a different era, igniting a sense of wonder and discovery." His handwriting is so beautiful!" She whispers, slowly stepping towards the chair.Settling down the chair, she gives her attention to the book, to all the history including his past connected with the company. Gwen's target is not only to make sure she gets
" Ms. Anusha. I think you should be admitted to the hospital as soon as possible. After that unplanned abortion, your uterus is showing some infection. If you don't treat yourself, it will be bad!"Anusha's hand reaches to her stomach, one month ago, she abruptly aborted her five-month-old baby and went abroad without any prior treatment. She had to show her illness and her weak situation to make Derek believe her words. But soon, her lower abdomen started killing her." Do I have to do it now? I have some work to do." Anusha said that she had to get rid of Gwen first. " I suggest you do. The sooner you get treatment, the sooner you will be fine. You can't play with something which holds a future. You know what I mean!"Her bottom lip quivers as her eyes lower, remembering the warning from her doctor. The doctor has already warned her about the consequences of aborting her five-month-old baby and leaving the hospital. In the meantime, she drank everything and ate everything that she
" Grandpa! May I have a minute to talk?" Anusha, holding a gift box, walks inside the study room. "Of course! My child! What do you want to talk about?" Locking a drawer on his table, he smiles, welcoming Anusha to enter. Unknown to him, Anusha notices his nervousness visible through his thick glasses. It gives her a hint that he is hiding something. "I haven't talked to you for a long time. I am sorry that I don't come home often." Placing the box she said, " I brought your favourite wine, I hope you will like it." Grandpa leaving a chuckle grabs the box and peeks into it, "My dear. it is my favourite. How am I possibly not like it? Anyway, how are you? Did you get along with your new sister? She had struggled a lot. I hope you will support her." Anusha smirks, " Is my criticism acceptable too?" She said, holding the bottle and pouring some in the glass. "Criticism? Did Gwen do something?" with curiosity, Grandpa asks questions, "I mean well, you know to me, you, grandma and
The curtains are dancing, gaining her attention as she takes a quick shower after returning. Being attracted by the wind, Gwen grabs a book and walks towards the swing chair on the balcony. It became a habit of her to read in the afternoon. After working all day long, only in the evening, she could have a relaxing time. When she was busy with all house chores, she found solace, losing herself in the book.Now, she wants to get rid of her fatigue by reading books until the sky covers itself with a blanket of stars. However, her attention goes to the gate, finding Derek's car still in front of the house. " He hasn't left yet!" she whispers, scanning around. " Well, who cares!" Her shoulders rise with a shrug, rolling her eyes. But betraying her thoughts, her eyes unintentionally roam to find his sign around.After ten minutes...As she is so lost in her book, reading about her grandpa's journey to build the company, how he had struggled to make everything work, while having his own ol
" Sweetheart! Wake up! You said you would go with me to jog!" Gwen's eyebrows knit, and her hands form fists when she finds Someone standing before her eyes as she opens her eyes. With a swift response, she covers her ears, crawling into a ball, screaming, " Don't hurt me!" Her entire body shakes violently, the hiccups and sobbing sound makes the situation heavier. Not understanding what happened, Mrs. Wordsworth grabs her hand and pulls her into her arms. " Calm down. Calm down. It's Grandma. No one is hurting you!"But the nightmare seems to be so long for Gwen who is dreaming about her mother-in-law who always grabbed her hair if she woke up at night. Sometimes cold water welcomed her multiple times. " Please don't hurt me. Please..." She sobs hugging her grandpa who is now on fire to know who made her granddaughter traumatized. When she first met her at midnight, she guessed that something wasn't right.But Her father and she refused to talk about her situation. So Mrs. Wor
When his eyes open, he finds Dwayne lying on the couch, spreading his arms like a starfish. His blurry vision swiftly moves around, scanning his position. The fabric of the mattress brushes against his face and tickles, gaining his attention.Raising his head, he scans himself, hugging a few bottles of beer, the crumpled beer cans are everywhere. A sigh rolls out of his tongue, as his hand reaches to his forehead with a strong and sharp headache. " It's been a while since I got drunk after finishing a few bottles."And the few means here more than ten bottles...Getting support from the couch, he stands on his wobbly legs. Collecting all the trash and bottles, he throws them inside the trashcan." Am I late? I am supposed to go to the party!"Abruptly, his attention goes to the wristwatch, glancing at the time. However, his rushing mind stops, forgetting all the thoughts he had just now. His fingers touch the surface of the watch, with a heavy and gloomy stare. This is the watch, he
There are a lot of doubts working in his heart while the car enters a large private property with a house in the middle. The lights are on, Liam can see people moving around. He holds the baby closely. She has been crying a lot. Maybe hungry... He has forgotten to bring the formula. It was a worst step since he doesn't know what he is doing either. The desperation to take the chance to meet Gwen and let her child be with her blinded him. Now all he can do is wait for what's going to happen. He may regret or may find Gwen out there. The car soon pulls in the garage. The driver opens the door for him. But the moment the driver opens the door, he gets startled by Liam pointing his gun at him, " Don't dare to pull some trick. I am still not convinced that Gwen is here!" He says, his expression is serious. But his eyes swiftly move to the door of the garage, following the footsteps that approach him. " Leave!" The voice commands the driver to leave. Liam moves in the corner, p
Liam's tension mounts as he watches the tightened security around the house. Guards shadow him everywhere, a constant, silent reminder that he's being closely monitored. Every time he tries to make a move toward the hospital, they're there, thwarting him before he even gets close. Gwen is still missing, and the pressure is suffocating him.Three days have passed since Derek’s death and Gwen’s disappearance, but Liam has found no relief. Despite his repeated attempts to slip past the security, he’s getting nowhere. Tonight, he's exhausted, drained by the weight of his worry and the demands of caring for Gwen’s newborn—his niece. The baby, so small and fragile, is completely dependent on him. He calls her Gwen too, as a way to keep her mother’s memory alive. He holds her gently on his chest, lying back on the bed, her tiny body pressed to his heart.From the moment she was born, he refused to let anyone else near her—not even a nanny. Feeding, cleaning, every little need, he handles him
The blood drains from Liam's face as he sees familiar men arriving at the hospital. They used to work with Sandra before fleeing once she was caught. From the beginning, it was clear his father had been the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.One day, Derek had told him he preferred keeping Gwen with him, close and in front of him. Did Derek know someone else had orchestrated everything? Did he know it was their father—and that was why his father hadn’t hesitated to kill him?As thousands of questions storm through Liam’s mind, Mr. Rowan turns to him with a grin. "Son! You know Gwen's life and the baby’s life depend entirely on your actions. If you think you can betray me with your foolish kindness, remember there will be a price, and you’ll regret it!"Liam swallows hard. It’s becoming more difficult to digest everything. He thought he was proud of his father, a kind and sweet man.His mind races with uncertainty. What if Kai knew everything? What if he knows their father is n
Derek feels his pulse pounding in his throat as the nurse reappears, her expression urgent and tense. “Dr. Jean isn’t here yet! The patient is losing too much blood—get her to the ER!”Time stretches thin as Derek takes in her words. Gwen, his Gwen, is slipping further away with every passing second. Now the doctors are rushing her into surgery. He watches, helpless, as the nurse gestures firmly toward the hallway. “Sir, please, you need to leave now.”Reluctantly, he steps back, watching the delivery room doors close with a finality that chills him. Gwen and the baby they’ve waited for with so much hope are beyond his reach now. Three agonizing hours have passed since she went into labor, but the quiet fear he’s felt all along has erupted into full-blown panic. Everything is spiraling out of control.How did it come to this? He arranged everything, hiring the best doctors, securing the safest hospital, making sure Gwen had every comfort. But now, standing alone in the sterile hallway
39 weeks! Gwen has been struggling enough to move around. She will leave for the hospital this afternoon to prepare for her labor. She will give a natural birth but wants to keep her situation under control without any delays. " Derek! Can you get my shoes please? I'm cold suddenly!" Gwen asks, while trying to get her shoes but fails. She wants to walk around for a bit. It's been difficult for her to handle things herself. She is not having good sleep either. Each time, Derek keeps rubbing her back, her swollen legs, cooking her something delicious -- She is grateful for having such a loving husband and feeling sad for disturbing his sleep. Handling work from home and helping her around has become a huge deal. When she asked him to hire some staff, for some reason, he looked adamant not to hire. She still doesn't know what's the reason behind it. But he is handling everything in his own way. " Sneakers!" He puts them on her legs and gently pecks her stomach over her dress,
After that day, Gwen practically makes herself comfortable living there sometimes on weekends or anything she wants to be with her dearest husband. Derek, trying to be the best husband, of course with flaws, has been doing everything to support her and the pregnancy journey. Sometimes they have arguments, sometimes a bit of misunderstanding or a bit of extra love. But like other couples in love, they have found their lives on the track, next to each other. Time goes fast, within a blink, leaving full gray and white memories with happiness and exhaustion. Pregnancy has never been as easy as it looks in movies and dramas. Not as romantic as the feelings sound like. Sometimes Gwen feels everyone's presence around her is suffocating. Even Derek's presence. Sometimes she couldn't get a hold on herself without Derek. Having him around her is like having a therapist who understands her more than anyone. When she becomes busy with her work, he attends the new parents class online, op
Gwen gently rests her hands on his face, grinning widely. He is literally shaking, his eyes filled with desperation and hopelessness. This is not new for her. Because she was once that desperate, to tell him how much she loves him. But seeing her feelings being reciprocating, she can't help but chuckle a bit. " Thank you!" She whispers, disclosing their distance and looking into his eyes, " I know how it feels. Each time I thought of ending things, I was like this. Because I didn't want to lose this Man I adore so much. Thank you for loving me so much, Derek. So continue to love me like this." Tears drop as she speaks, her thumbs brushing his bearded face. She loves him so much. And now listening to his confession, it makes her relieved. Probably the distance between them that has grown up over time, will finally disappear. Derek smiles widely, like a kid who feels relieved and feels acknowledged after working hard to get something perfect. He wraps his arms around her waist,
People say when they are in love, everything becomes gray but the person they're in love with. Derek holds the camera up, watching the favorite person through his phone, capturing each and every single moment. He wants to create a whole album of her for old days, when probably both of them will be worn out and have nothing to do. They'll sit on the porch, in a hot summer, reminiscing about their rollercoaster lives. He used to find romantic movies cringe, but now he knows why people become so desperate to love each other. Maybe he isn't some kind of hero, protecting her from evil step mother. But he knows he wants her. Even in silence, he wants her present around him. After seeing her pale complexion on that day when Anusha exposed his secret, he felt like a criminal who killed thousands of innocent people. Since that day, he is scared of hurting her. Not anymore, not even in his death - He says, his heart can't forgive him. " What are you doing?" She asks, kicking her legs
" These reels are funny! But I don't like pranks." She keeps talking and laughing at the funny reels in her phone while Derek preparing the dinner. " Do you think everyone is happy? They look so perfect and happy. Like novels!" She rests her chin on the table and keeps mumbling, asking questions. Derek glances at her while chopping the vegetables. A few seconds later, Taking out some of strawberries that he put beforehand, he pours a glass of warm milk and takes them to her, " It's life. People are intend to show off their happiness in front of people hiding their own pain. Everyone has their own problems. Not everything is true in social media!" Gwen nods, pouting, " Do you think we will be happy?" She asks, looking at Derek who pauses for a second. He nods, " I will try my best to make you happy!" He smiles. " But I said ' We' Not me!" She looks at him, her expression is serious. " If you are happy, then I am ha-!" " Liar!" Derek frowns narrowly while trying to unders