Sylvia immediately walked out of the room, she walked to the living room and saw Delinda in the dining room setting the table. Delinda raised her head and looked at her.“You are here, what about your husband?” She asked her with a smile on her face.“He is coming” Sylvia immediately said and she moved to help Delinda in setting the dining table.Delinda smiled when she saw this, she could see her face was red all over, it was obvious that she was been teased by Stephan.They set the table and sat down next to each other.While waiting for Stephan to come downstairs so they can start eating.Stephan walked down.He sat down opposite them, facing Sylvia.Sylvia put all her attention on the food, as she did not want to look at Stephan knowing fully well that he might tease her.And she did not want Delinda to see her flustered.Stephan smiled secretly when he saw this, he put some fish in her plates. This made Sylvia raised her head and looked at him, stunned.But he acted like he did n
Delinda kept putting food in Sylvia's bowl and soon the food in her bowl had piled up . Sylvia did not refuse her kindness and eat the food without complaint.Delinda felt more satisfied the more she looked at Sylvia, the more satisfied she was. The fact that she was not a picky eater also made her likable.She looked at her with satisfaction in her eyes. Sylvia's skin prickled as Delinda's eyes locked onto hers, the warmth in their depths making her shiver.Sylvia's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her eyes dropping to the floor as she fumbled with her words. "Uhm… is there anything wrong?" She asked."No!" Delinda said she cleared her throat softly when she realized how agitated sounded.She was searching for her neck to see if she would see even one love bite but she was disappointed when she didn't see any.After breakfast, Sylvia stood up to leave the house. She was already running left for work. Delinda held her back."Are you in a hurry?" She asked."Yes, I am going to work," Sylvi
Cynthia walked in."Someone is looking for you outside, Sylvia" She said loudly.Sylvia knitted her brows when she heard this.She walked out of the kitchen.She was shocked to see Nicole standing outside with Tendy.She walked towards them expressionlessly."What is it?" She demanded.Tendy eyes were full of resentment, but she quickly concealed it so Sylvia would not see them but she did not know that Sylvia saw it clearlyTendy pulled Sylvia's hand "Sister, let's go home""I don't want to," She answered."Sister, don't do this. Nicole is really in love with you. He could not eat well or sleep well after you ran away from the wedding. You should understand that he is really sincere about you" Tendy said, she was saying all this forcefully,.Tendy's gut twisted with resentment as she gazed at Sylvia. The memory of Nicole's threat still lingered, a bitter taste in her mouth. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, as she forced herself to take another step forward."
Nicole helped her up and used his hand to wipe her tears away. He saw how pitiful her face looked and realized that he had gone overboard, he was also angry. He had to marry Sylvia before his parents' company could finally become his. That was the deal between his parents and Sylvia 's mom. It is the same with Sylvia she had to marry before she could also get the company permanently.And he wanted both Sylvia 's company and his too.Seems it is time for him to go and see Sylvia's father."I am sorry I was just blinded with anger. You know you ruined my plan so I got angry" He cooed.Tendy nodded, "I know that you are angry I don't blame you" She said in a low tone.She does not blame him but she blames and hates Sylvia instead. If it is not because of her she would never go through this. So her hatred was directed to Sylvia.Nicole raised her head, he bent down and kissed her lips deeply. Tendy wrapped her hand around his neck and replied to him enthusiastically.He carried her and la
Stephan winked at Sylvia, Sylvia didn't understand his body language and was looking at him with a dumbfounded expression. Stephan walked towards her and wrapped his hand around her waist pulling her into his arms, "Silly girl" He said as his hot breath fanned her ear making her ear hot. "This is my wife" Stephan told Ruth "Honey, this is Miss Ruth, a family friend," He said. Ruth was stunned. A family friend? That is all? That is who she is to him? "But we are engaged," Ruth said. "Did I agree to it?" Stephan asked indifferently. "But you did not disagree also" Ruth replied. "It seems you misunderstood me. I don't like you so the engagement is just wishful thinking " He said clearly. Ruth was hurt, she ran outside without looking back. He is so cruel,' She thought. Stephan released her and stepped away from her. He looked at her without saying a word before he walked into the house. Sylvia shrugged and followed him behind. She caught his figure walking into the study ro
"Of course I have to. I am your father and I know what is good for you and what is not" Robert said in a soft tone. "You don't have to concern yourself about my marriage. I would decide who to marry myself. Thanks for caring but it is not needed " Stephan said in a tone of no negotiation. Stephan's father's eyes blazed with fury, his face reddening as he spat out the words, 'You will regret this', his voice low and menacing, like a warning growl from a cornered animal. He stood up and walked out of the office. Stephan dropped the document on his hand to the table, obviously in a bad mood. His father has been demanding for him to get engaged or marry Ruth but he does not like her . And he does not want to marry someone he does not love so he won't regret it just like his grandfather was still doing. That was why he got a contract marriage with Sylvia. At least he would be able to divorce her whenever he wants no feelings, no love, just a total stranger. But he knew that Ruth w
Sylvia sighed when she saw this, Doesn’t that mean she have more enemies now? Tendy, now Ruth? These men. Stephan looked at her, he noticed her changed of mood and was surprised when he saw this. “What is wrong? Are you okay?” He asked her. Sylvia's gaze pierced Stephan's, her eyebrows arching in incredulity. 'You really think Ruth can't hurt me?' she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Does he not understand how dangerous it will be for her, “You just add one more person to the list of my enemies that wants me dead” Sylvia said to him. Stephan's forehead creased in a reassuring frown. “Ruth’s all bark, no bite,” he said, his smile faltering for a moment before he regained his composure. Sylvia shook her head when he saw that he was actually not taking it as serious as she took it. “It is fine” She said and she did not say anything anymore. Stephan’s eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on Sylvia's face as he thought, " What's going on in her head? Is she okay? Sylvia
The maid started shivering when she saw how angry James has gotten. “The mistress asked me not to go and clean her room anymore. So I don’t actually go to learn her room” “What?! I said what?” Victoria glared at the maid. The maid was suprised. “But you asked me not to go clean the Miss room anymore” she answered with an innocent expression. James looked at Victoria, Victoria shocked her head when she saw this. “No I did not tell her that, she is just lying” She said to him. James frowned. “So how come Sylvia is suddenly missing in the house?” He asked with a frown on his face because he was starting to get confused. James's face reddened, his voice rising as he slammed his fist on the table. "How could she just disappear like this? Nicole frowned. “I saw her working at a restaurant actually” He said. James turned his head and looked at him when he heard this. “You said what?” He asked him. “I saw Sylvia, she was working at a restaurant. I went there to get somethi
Sylvia Luke nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Lily’s words. It felt like a moment of clarity had settled over her, one that brought a sense of understanding she had been searching for. “Okay, I understand now,” she said, finishing the last drop of her drink. It was refreshing, like a cool breeze on a sweltering day, and she felt a little lighter. Lily, however, had different plans. She poured a generous measure of alcohol into her glass and downed it in one swift motion. The burn felt familiar, a reminder that sometimes the easiest way to dull the ache of longing was to simply forget. She forced a smile, one tinged with bitterness, knowing Sylvia Luke couldn’t see the true emotion behind it. Deep down, she longed for someone like Stephan Damon—someone who would love her unconditionally. “You are a lucky girl,” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bar. It was a statement directed not at Sylvia but at her own unfulfilled desires. “Did you say
Lily Doo nodded, her expression shifting from playful to concerned. “Yes, I am. What about you?” she asked, studying Sylvia closely. Sylvia Luke shrugged, pouring a drink into the empty glass on the table. “I am okay,” she replied, attempting to mask the turmoil beneath her surface. Lily smiled knowingly. “You don’t look like you are alright,” she said, her tone laced with familiarity. “Is it written all over my face?” Sylvia countered, trying to keep her voice light, but the weight of her emotions was hard to hide. “If you want to deceive everyone, you can’t deceive me,” Lily said, her voice firm yet gentle. “I can tell when you’re not really okay. What’s wrong? Are we still best friends? You’ve started keeping things away from me.” Her expression turned sad, and Sylvia felt a pang of guilt. Sylvia sighed, feeling the walls close in on her. “It’s Stephan Damon!” she blurted out. “And I’m sure you’re keeping things from him too. What are you hiding from me?” Lily chuckled, a hin
Sylvia Luke closed her room door with a soft thud and sank onto the bed, her mind racing. Just then, her phone rang, slicing through her thoughts. Startled, she fished it out of her bag and glanced at the screen. It was Lily, her closest friend. She answered the call, placing the phone to her ear. “Hello?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What’s up?” Lily’s voice came through, bright and cheerful. “I’m good. What about you?” Sylvia replied, attempting to mirror her friend’s upbeat tone. “Okay. Are you around?” Lily asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Yes, I am,” Sylvia confirmed, feeling a spark of enthusiasm flicker within her. “Let’s meet at Shell Bar then,” Lily suggested. “Okay, I’ll meet you there in a jiffy,” Sylvia said, glad for the distraction. “Sure, waiting for you,” Lily chirped before hanging up. Sylvia placed her phone down and took a deep breath. She needed this—some time with her friend to clear her head. She got up from the bed and walked o
Stephan Damon’s expression darkened at the mention of her name. “She’s with the police. Why do you ask?” His tone was guarded; he didn’t want to believe that Sylvia Luke might feel sympathy for the woman who had wronged her. Sylvia Luke shrugged, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. “I just want to see her, to understand. I feel like she might have been deceived or something,” she said, her voice quieter now. The idea of confronting the woman was daunting, yet she felt a strange pull to learn more, to empathize with someone who seemed to be acting out of pain. Stephan Damon regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze searching her face. He could see the turmoil within her, the struggle between her desire for justice and her instinct to show compassion. “You don’t have to carry her burden too,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “Focus on your healing first.” Stephan Damon nodded, the weight of the situation hanging between them. “She will tell the police all that. Did you re
Minutes turned into hours, and Stephan Damon remained by her side, his resolve hardening. He would do everything in his power to ensure that she felt safe and loved. The darkness that had encroached on their lives would be pushed away, and he would fight for their future together, no matter what it took. He leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “Please, come back to me,” he murmured, his voice laced with emotion. “I need you.” Stephan Damon walked out of the ward, needing a moment to collect himself and avoid disturbing Sylvia Luke’s fragile peace. He stepped into the dimly lit corridor and pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed a number. “Hello?” came a cautious voice on the other end. “Boss, the woman is still adamant that Madam seduced her husband. She claims she received some images on her phone,” the bodyguard reported, his voice shaky. Stephan Damon clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white. Anger surged th
Stephan Damon dropped to his knees beside Sylvia Luke, his heart aching at the sight of her. She lay still, her chest barely rising and falling, and for a moment He walked closer to her and carried her in his arms not caring about how dirty and haggard she looked. The smell of urine assaulted his nose, but he didn't care about that, he was a clean freak but he didn't even bother about getting dirty. “Sylvia?” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. Sylvia Luke heard the familiar tone, like a lifeline pulling her back from the abyss. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, each flutter feeling like a monumental effort. Finally, she managed to focus on the face that meant everything to her. “Hubby, you’re finally here,” she said in a low, raspy tone, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. The effort it took to appear cheerful only deepened the ache in Stephan Damon’s heart. His chest tightened painfully as he took in her disheveled appearance. She looked so fra
Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, the phone in her pocket began to ring, cutting through the chaos like a beacon. The woman, still holding her down, felt the vibrations and yanked the phone out. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting to one of disdain as she read the name: “Baby.” “You’re really shameless. Is it one of the men you seduced calling you? Let’s see who else you’ve seduced after my husband,” the woman sneered, holding the phone like a trophy, her expression a mix of triumph and derision. Sylvia Luke’s mind felt blank, a swirling fog taking over as she processed everything. The ringing felt distant, and she could barely comprehend the woman’s words. The humiliation, the anger, the pain—it all melded into a haze. Her consciousness flickered in and out, making it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming embarrassment. “Answer it! Let’s see who you really are!” the woman demanded, pressing the phone to Sylvia Luke’s ear. Through the haze, S
“Hello?” a man’s voice cut into the conversation. Sylvia Luke’s brow knitted in confusion. “Who are you?” she asked, sensing the shift in tone. “I’m the officer handling Miss Emily Anthony’s case. Are you her workplace friend?” he asked, his voice professional yet firm. “Yes,” she replied, anxiety bubbling in her chest. “Okay, your friend borrowed a sum of one million dollars from a lady over the past two months and has refused to pay. Can you come to our station?” the officer explained. Sylvia Luke’s mind raced. A million dollars? What had Emily Anthony gotten herself into? “Where is your office located?” she asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. “Downhills Local Area,” the officer replied. Sylvia Luke muttered an acknowledgment before hanging up. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaited her at the station. She grabbed her jacket and hurried out of the house, her pulse quickening with every step. She didn’t see David, her personal driver, in
She scrolled down to the comment section, her heart sinking further as she read the barrage of supportive messages directed at Ruth Slice. The comments flowed in like a tidal wave: “Ruth Slice’s hubby: I know it was that bitch who seduced Mr. Tony. You’re really nice and kind hearted; you even forgive her and call her sister-in-law! That bitch seduces married men!” “Bitchy: Tsk tsk, you are really nice. You gave up easily! I love your courage—thumbs up! You are my role model from now on.” “Ruth Slice’s daddy: she even seduced other people’s men. Watch out for this whore!” “Anonymous: You are so kindhearted; you should not be like that black-hearted bitch. Keep being kind hearted!” Sylvia Luke laughed, amusement mixed with anger as she read the comments. Kind Hearted? she thought bitterly. Although she had no concrete evidence linking Ruth Slice to her earlier troubles, a nagging feeling told her that Ruth Slice had orchestrated much of the chaos in her life. Her instincts h