Raven's POV The warm water from the shower cascaded down my body, soaking my hair and skin as I stood still, letting the sensation calm my mind. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, but it didn't do much to ease the tension that had been on my mind ever since Mason left for Margaret’s birthday party. I tried to stop myself from getting paranoid all night, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop worrying about Mason. He left at 3 pm, and now it's 9 pm. After a few more moments under the shower, I finally turned it off. The sound of the water running stopped abruptly, and I stepped out onto the cold bathroom floor. A white towel hung neatly on the rack, and I didn't waste a second before grabbing it, wrapping it around my body before drying off. I picked up my purple dressing robe, which was lying on the bed, and I slipped into it with ease. I walked over to the vanity, brushed out the tangles in my hair, applying lotion to my skin, just my usual night routine. But my mind st
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groaned, wondering who was calling me so early in the morning. I tried to move, but something held me back. I looked down to find Mason's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close as he slept. I blushed as the events of last night rushed back to me. Before I could get lost in the memory, my phone rang again, dragging me back to reality. I reached for it, carefully trying not to wake Mason. When I saw Julie's name on the screen, I quickly answered. "Hi Julie," I whispered, trying to keep my voice down. "Raven, where have you been? I've been calling you and Mason all night!" Julie sounded frustrated. "I... I went to bed early," I lied. I can't possibly tell her I was up all night getting railed by her brother, can I? "So, what's up?" "It's Blair," Julie said, her voice low. "She was rushed to the hospital last night. You need to get here, your mom's making a scene. And bring Mason." My heart sank. Blair? I may
Mason's POV After what transpired at the hospital, my dad asked to see me. One could cut through the tension in the air as I stepped into my father’s study. It's been a while since he summoned me to his study, and every time it happened, I knew it was going to end in an argument. I stood by the large desk, the room was silent. I wondered what new trick he had in store for me this time. I had barely settled in my seat when Justin walked in. He was the last person I expected to see right now. The sight of him instantly ignited the rage in me. The memories of him and Candice together caused my blood to boil. Without thinking, I sprang out of my chair and closed the distance between us. My fist connected with his jaw, wiping off the smug look he had on. His hand flew to his cheek, shock evident on his face. Before I could land another punch, my father’s voice thundered through the room. "Sit down, both of you!" I shot Justin one last glare before reluctantly taking my seat again. He
The shock was written on both Lenora and Margaret's faces as they stood, frozen in place. Their eyes widened as they registered the fact that their private argument was no longer private. Everyone had heard everything they just said, and there was no escape now. "This can’t be true," Julie stammered, shaking her head as if to erase the words she had just heard. "I must have heard wrong... I'm imagining things, right, Mason?" Mason remained silent, not knowing what to say to his sister. Raven moved closer to Julie, gently placing her hands on her friend's shoulders, trying to offer some kind of comfort. But even she couldn’t comprehend the intensity of the bombshell that had just been dropped. "Margaret," Charles’s voice broke through the silence. His face masked with growing fury, and his body trembled with anger. "What is she talking about? What 'fake pregnancy'?" He stepped toward Margaret, his voice rising. "Speak now, woman!" Margaret flinched at the booming sound of Charles’s
Raven's POV The hospital waiting room was quiet, but the tension hanging in the air was suffocating. Mason paced back and forth, stopping every few minutes to stare at the door that led to where his father lay. He hadn’t sat down at all since we arrived, and he looked more disheveled than I had ever seen. His hands moved restlessly, running through his hair which was messy in a way that made him look sexier somehow. Shaking my head to regain my composure, I watched him from the bench where I sat, holding Julie tightly as I tried to soothe her. Although I looked fine on the outside, I was just trying to keep myself together and take care of everyone else, but I trembling with fear on the inside. I had never witnessed something like this, this was the first time I saw someone close to me fighting for their lives. Even if Charles and I barely knew each other, I saw my father in him. The whole thing terrified me. Julie had cried herself hoarse, her tear-streaked face resting against my
"You're the one who's being delusional, fantasizing about someone else's husband," I replied nervelessly. "If you've come here to make trouble, I'd advise you to leave, this isn't the time or place for your drama. Leave before I get mad." Candice stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "You've got some nerve, speaking to me in that manner." She hissed. "I've been with Mason for years. Do you think he'd choose you over me? You have no idea just how crazy he is over me." “Crazy… he’d have to have been crazy to be with you,” I scoffed, unable to keep the smirk off my face as I looked at her face contorting more and more. “This is some sort of joke-” "This isn’t a joke, Candice. I'll warn you for the last time, leave this place now. Accept the fact that you're not needed here." I tried to keep my voice steady, even though my hands itched to slap that smug look off her face. Candice shoved past me, storming toward the waiting room like a maniac. "I'll show you who's unwanted here. Just wai
Mason sat quietly beside his father’s hospital bed, his fingers drumming absently on the cold steel of the armrest. The steady beeping of machines was the only sound in the room. Charles’s chest rose and fell slightly, with the aid of the oxygen mask. Although Mason sat close to his father, he felt as if his father were miles away. "Why didn't you tell me about your heart sooner? We'd have found a solution for it earlier," Mason's voice was barely above a whisper, more for himself than his unconscious father. "Instead, you kept such a huge thing from me." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You never tried to explain what happened between you and Margaret," Mason continued. "You just let me believe that you’d forgotten about Mom. Maybe if you’d talked to me, our relationship wouldn’t have been so bad." His voice wavered slightly, breaking through his calm facade. Mason sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "You just do things without caring how bad it mak
"Get rid of her? What do you mean by that?" "Relax, I'm not talking about killing her. I'm not a murderer." Blair explained. "Neither am I, so how do you intend to get rid of her, without killing her?" Candice asked. "We'll make her leave on her own, trust me." Blair sounded so confident. Candice raised an eyebrow. "And how are you going to do that? You seem so confident." "Let's just say I know the one thing my sister can't stand, and that is being cheated on. Mason's betrayal would hurt her so much that she'll never want to see him again." Blair said. Candice crossed her arms. "Sister, huh? Let me guess, your sister has something to do with the state you're in, doesn't she?" Blair looked a little embarrassed. "All that matters is we have a common enemy. If we work together, we can get rid of her. What do you say?" Candice paused for a moment, considering Blair’s offer. Then, a slow smile spread across her face. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine," she sai