Months later AVA The morning sun poured through the windows, bathing the room in a warm golden light. I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently resting on my swollen belly, feeling the soft kicks of our baby. I could hardly believe this day had finally come—our wedding day. Again. I smiled to myself, watching my reflection as my fingers brushed over the lace of my gown. It was simple, elegant, and perfect for the small, intimate ceremony Liam and I had decided on. A fresh start. A new beginning for our family. There was a knock on the door, and Clara walked in, her face lighting up when she saw me. “Ava, you look beautiful,” she said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. I turned to her, smiling. “Thank you, Clara. I’m glad you’re here.” She walked over, her expression a little more serious now. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. After everything… you and Liam deserve this happiness. You deserve a fresh start.” Her words meant more to me than she k
AVA I was strapped in a car which rolled into a villa nestled in the quiet suburbs, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was supposed to be serene, but all I felt was a growing sense of dread. I just got married today. No wedding ceremony. No vows. No rings changing and kisses. Just an official marriage document which I was forced to sign. And a car is currently sending me to the suburb villa, together with my parents and sister. Don't get me wrong. They are not escorting me like a loving family, but to meet my husband's uncle, Mr John Tyson and other inlaws. As for my husband? Yes he is the heir to the Tyson family fortune but he is mentally unstable, a man who acts like a child. He is a fool and stain in his wealthy family, just like me, an illegitimate daughter in my family. As my older sister says, 'a fool and a bastard, what a perfect match.' My eyes glistened with unshed tears as the reality of my predicament dawned on me. "Smile and wipe your face. We don
AVA I wiped away the last of my tears and straightened my shoulders. I needed to find my way back to the living room. As I made my way down the long, ornate hallway, the laughter and chatter from earlier still echoed in my ears, a reminder of my harsh reality. Turning a corner, I nearly collided with Davies. His smirk told me he had been waiting for me. "Well, well, if it isn't the illegitimate daughter," he sneered, blocking my path. "What are you doing wandering around all alone, Ava? Trying to find your way back to the rest of us civilized folks?" I bristled at his words but tried to remain calm. "I'm just trying to get back to the living room," I replied evenly. Davies leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing. "Tell me something Ava, did you marry Liam for his wealth? That's the rumor going around, you know. That you're just a gold-digger looking for a way to secure your future." What rubbish! I never even wanted to marry him in the first place but what choice did
LIAM The hot droplets cascaded from the faucet and trickled endlessly down my torso. My eyes flickered at the bath toys I had kept neatly on the washing sink, a reminder of the charade I had been acting since the death of my parents in a crash years ago. I wasn't truly mad or mentally unstable. I was well, fit, and hale. I had been putting up this act because I knew my life was in danger. Someone out there, possibly in my family or a rival business company, seeks to destroy me. It all happened three years ago, when I was eighteen. I began having seizure attacks and rapid changes in my mood. I would be violent at times, hallucinating too. The family doctor was consulted, and he just checked it as a series of allergy attacks. Two years later, I lost my parents in a fatal car crash. It was honestly devastating. Almost immediately, I began having seizure fits again, panic attacks, and my mood swings were becoming quite alarming. Still, the doctor waved it off as allergy attacks. But
AVA I watched in horror as Davies struggled to his feet, a dark look of malice spreading across his face. He straightened his clothes with an air of defiance and glared at Liam. "Is that all you got, little Liam?" he sneered, blood trailing down his lips. His eyes shifted to me, making my skin crawl. "And you, you gold-digging whore, do you think this spineless boy can satisfy you? I’m willing to teach you how to make love to a real man since your husband is clearly incapable." Liam's growl startled me. Before I could react, he lunged at Davies with a fury I’d never seen before. His fists pounded into Davies, each blow more relentless than the last. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but my voice was caught in my throat. I could hear the awful sound of bones breaking, rugged breathing mixing with the overwhelming sound of terror filling me. I could only watch as Davies was reduced to a groaning, bloodied heap on the floor. No, this was too much. If Liam didn't stop, he coul
AVA I awoke with a start, my eyes fluttering open to a soft, early morning light filtering through the curtains. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in my surroundings. My blurry eyes struggled to make sense of the room I found myself in. The room was familiar, the bed sheets cool against my skin. That was when the memory struck me like lightening. I had been married yesterday, married to a man who was mentally incapable of loving me. The memories became more vivid in my thought especially Davies' harassments. I really moved from frypan to fire. The thought of spending my entire life with this family brought me so much discomfort and made my stomach churn. But still, something was off. I tried moving but a strong vice grip held me in place. Darting my eyes down, I noticed Liam's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of my neck. When had we cuddled in our sleep? This closeness—was new and unsettling. Carefully, I tried to
AVA I worked in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch of avocado toast for myself. It's been more than a week since I got married into this family, and my situation hasn't improved. Clara doesn't spare a moment to slander my name in the presence of various guests that grace the mansion, demeaning my place in the family and undermining my worth by addressing me with scornful remarks such as the illegitimate daughter, Liam's babysitter, and a gold digger. It beats me why she dislikes me so much. I have never said anything or attacked her from the very first day I stepped into the mansion. But she and her lecherous brother have chosen to make my marriage insufferable. Uncle John does little to stop his children from tormenting me. But I will never let them break me. I've endured too much to fall now. Sometimes I wonder if this is how Liam is always treated because of his mental illness. Liam—I really am married to a child in the body of a man. He had a doctor's appointment, so he left
AVAAs I approached the grand dining table, the opulence of the room seemed to amplify the tension already palpable in my body. My family’s sudden arrival and threat to my stay in this family were still very fresh in my heart. I can’t believe how low they would go just to make sure I become their puppet but I won’t be subjugated by anyone. My steps were calculated as I ambled towards the table, pulling out a chair beside Liam. Liam stood near the head of the table, his gaze darting around as he hummed softly to himself, occasionally picking at the fabric of his chair. His uncle, John Tyson, sat at the opposite end, his gaze cold and calculating, as if he was already poised to cast his judgments upon me. "Good evening, Ava," John's voice sliced through the room, drawing everyone's attention to my entrance. "Nice of you to join us." I mustered a polite smile, trying to ignore the underlying edge in his words. "Thank you, John. I am sorry if I was late” Clara looked up from her ph