The moment the guards informed about the guests arriving, The Wordsworth couple stand up and glance at each other. They are ready to get whatever they want this time, including the entire title as Wordsworth.The door opens, releasing the cold air of AC. The moment the door is wide open, it reveals three people standing before the door. They're wearing their unapproachable Demeanor, their coldness expression give away their title as the richest businessmen on earth. Mr Wordsworth who is standing, glances at the person who is at his mid fifty. His grey hair and beard full face appears as carbon copy of someone he knows. Someone who he doesn't want to face even if there is any chance to reincarnate. " It's been a while, Mr Wordsworth!" Rowan Wordsworth, 56 years old, A prominent figure walks in the room, followed by his two sons who are wearing same expression as their father. " It's been a while, Rowan! I have been waiting for your return!" Mr Wordsworth smiles brightly as if he is
" I know what you are coming from but why did you let her go without taking the DNA test? You just kicked her out because she was doing what? Trying to hurt another woman's daughter who has nothing to do with our family?" Rowan snaps at the Elder Wordsworth who explained why they don't think Gwen is the one they have been searching for. " It's not like that. We did... We actually did a DNA test, she isn't related to us!" Mr Wordsworth tries to explain but - " Why would she be related to you when you aren't the grandparents of her? Are you trying to joke or you don't know what position you hold in this family? Do you think I have stopped investigating everything about my cousin?" Rowan snarls, almost ready to destroy him. However, his eldest son, Kai stops him and calms him down. " I don't care what you have done all of those years. Since I am already here, I am going to rethink about the family position. I will be moving in with my family. So I want the house clean. " Rowan!
Derek places the bottle of champagne aside and sits on the floor. Resting his chin on his one hand that is on the edge of the bed, he slowly extends his other hand to her. With a gentle touch he removes the hair that is hugging her forehead. A soft smile appears as he sees her snoring softly in her sleep. His hand reaches to her lips, on the swollen part where he bit earlier. Her eyes are beautiful and her long eyelashes are definitely the best thing ever. With a big sigh, he stands up, covering her with the blanket properly. After rechecking her second time, he grabs his phone and walks out of the condo. It takes only two minutes to go to the mail. He has already sent the confirmation email that the mail has been delivered in the nearby Mailbox. After a few minutes, he enters the room with the blue envelope. He puts it next to the bottle of champagne. And grabs the other bottle to pour wine in it. After having a glass of wine himself first, he slowly rubs Gwen's hand, making h
Gwen wakes up with a sore and ache in her body as she sits up. The long hair blocks her sight as she lowers her gaze with a exhausted throat. She has caught a cold. Her attention goes to other side of the bed finding Derek nowhere. Thinking, he must've gone outside, she enters the bathroom and freshen up. She doesn't remember what happened after starting drinking again, but she thinks she might have thrown herself on her husband once again. She laughs at herself with embarrassment as she sometimes demands a lot. After taking a proper shower, she starts drying her hair when her attention goes to the door. The door has been silently opened and seems like Derek isn't trying to open the door loudly. It's kinda cute and lovely. She wants those small attention from her husband more than anything. However, as she is blowing her hair, her eyes narrow with a thought of something that suddenly crosses her mind. " Where does he go? Multiple times in a day?" Since he doesn't have any jobs
A wide grin appears on his wrinkled face when he receives an email from Derek. His eyes spark with excitement and satisfaction, knowing that he will have the access of getting the property permanently and legally. Elder Wordsworth looks at his reflection on the mirror, his fingers run through his grey long beard. Finally, his all hardworking is going to pay off with no more regrets. " What's with that wide grin? Old Man!" Mrs Wordsworth allows herself in the room with two cups of coffee and some medicine that he will take later. " Nothing! My Wife! God has sent a perfect soldier for us. Look what we got!" He smirks, showing the email from Derek. Mrs Wordsworth places the cups on the table before prances to her husband who is sitting across the room, in front of his closet. Her eyes reflect the exact sly excitement before reading the entire email thoroughly while checking the document that he attached along with the email. " As expected! I knew no matter how much people try
" Mr Wordsworth! You have my word. I will support you in the board meeting. But have you forgotten about the third biggest shareholder? Nobody knows the CEO and they don't work for us." CEO of Carla Electronics, Adrian Smith signs their next contract and tells him. " Don't worry! Third shareholder is my friend. He will help us!" Mr Wordsworth smiles with a smug face. He signs his contract, with a proud and smuggy smile. In the board meeting, ten biggest shareholders will give their vote for the leadership of the company. He has already got three shareholders on his side. The third shareholder holder is no one but Derek himself who is his trusted child. The win is knocking on his door. " But have you ever meet the shareholder who owns 10% of the company?" Mr Wordsworth frowns narrowly, looking at Adrian, a middle aged average white man. Adrian hums deeply with thoughts before straightening him back, " No. We used to talk about the mysterious figure. They never attended a
" A large cold coffee!" After ordering his coffee, Liam sits in the corner of the café, from where he can see the bustling city. Probably twenty years ago, he once came here with his parents. So, he isn't used to with the rules and people's behavior . Liam is a typical playboy who earns millions and spends millions with one motto - Earn yourself and do whatever you want. So from a very young age, he started doing part-time jobs and obviously being so handsome brought him the world of playboy. But he is one of the youngest successful Businessmen who knows how to deal with business with no fails. Kai, Liam's big brother is polar opposite. Kai would rather stay single than risking his health with STD. He hasn't committed to a relationship yet and probably will settle with arranged marriage. But it depends on their own minds and time. But To Liam, Kai is one of the respective and favourite person that he always looks forward. Because of Kai's intelligence and ability to direct h
" What's this?" Kai shows his phone when Liam walks in with some takeouts. He received it when he was having a video conference. So he couldn't open the file. " You haven't opened it! I don't know but something important!" Liam puts the book on kitchen counter and turns. Kai frowns confusedly and glances at files. " Don't tell me it's your video with some call girls? I told you I am not interested in your sex life!" He throws the phone and starts taking two plates from the dishwasher. " Brother! You ready don't trust me, do you?"He asks, following him inside. " With files? No." He turns and says on his face. " This is so cruel. Okay, Fine. Let me open it for you. You know I don't do anything in front of you. So you will trust me if I open the file, won't you?" Following Kai to the dining room, he grabs the phone. " Do whatever you want. As long as it's not some dirty pranks!" He said, once again, heading to the kitchen. " Why are you leaving?" " Don't you want beers?" Kai tur
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
His hand slips and reaches to her thigh. Gwen flinches and looks at Derek who is driving home. She thinks he is trying to touch her thigh but instead, he holds her hand and keeps driving. " What do you want to have for dinner?" He asks, " Anything is fine. Can I cook today? It's been a while since I last cooked!" She says, her eyes are on him, admiring. " I would love to. But I think you shouldn't do it today. You will feel sick!" He says, kissing her hand. "I am alright. I don't have any problems with smells." She says, eager to cook. Derek gives a smile and nods, " As you wish!" The night seems to have added the sweetness more. Derek who has been hiding his agony of losing his last parent, seems to have found his home. The warmth of her hand, the scent of her cologne, her voice, her smile, everything feels like eternal experience. He admires her serenity while he is in chaos. The car heads its own way, while his heart enjoys every single beat with her. Gwen from