"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
The next morning.Sylvia walked into the living room, it was still early in the morning but she was not sure if Stephan was still at home since he told her yesterday that they would be going to visit his grandfather.She saw him sitting down on the couch."Good morning," She said."Are you ready?" He asked instead.'So rude, ' She thought."Yes," She answered.He stood up.The Housekeeper came out of the kitchen, "Sir, Madam the food is almost ready. You should not go out on an empty stomach, "she said."It is fine" Stephan said and walked out of the houseSylvia followed him behind in small steps.He opened the car door and got in.Sylvia walked to the backseat and was about to get in when she heard his voice."You want me to be your driver?" He asked in a cold voice.Sylvia stopped and closed the door. She went to the passenger seat, she opened the door and got in.After Stephan drove for a dozen minutes, Sylvia realized that he parked the car at a shopping mall.Sylvia's brow furro
A male powerful voice stood out among the noise, sounding deep and mellow, followed by steady footsteps. The tall figure came over against the light. "Mr Stephan!" The shop assistants who were initially enjoying the drama at the sight of the towering figure, they sprang to their feet, their movements swift and instinctive, their eyes lit up in admiration and adoration. They immediately tried to arrange their clothes so maybe he would at least notice them. It was a man who was very powerful and also a bachelor. Once he noticed one of them they could become rich forever with that. It is a ticket to being rich forever. The news about his marriage was not out yet so they did not know that he is married. He is still single to the outside world. They were also surprised that he came to the shopping mall in broad daylight. They heard rumors about him never going to the mall. His clothes and everything he needs are always being shopped by his assistant. Stephan's gaze swept the ro
Stephan did not reply her, so Sylvia turned her head and looked out of the window. The car glided through the streets until they reached a large, imposing building. Sylvia craned her neck to look up at the structure, clearly confused by its purpose. Stephan parked the car in front of the entrance and turned off the ignition. He stepped out of the car, his movements measured and deliberate. Sylvia followed suit, her steps small and hesitant. "What are we doing here?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain. Stephan didn't answer her. He simply gestured for her to follow him as he made his way to the entrance of the building. The doors slid open with a faint hiss, revealing a sleek and modern interior. Stephan walked with purpose, and Sylvia struggled to keep up. As they walked deeper into the building, Sylvia took in her surroundings. The walls were a stark white, and the floors were polished to a high shine. The air was cool and crisp, and the sound of their footsteps echoed t
He began to apply the makeup, Sylvia could feel the brush moving over her skin, the gentle strokes of his hand soothing and calming her. She tried to focus on the sensation, to block out the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. But as the man worked, she couldn't help but wonder what she would look like when he was finished. Would she be able to recognize herself in the mirror? Would she look as ugly as she felt? Finally, the man stepped back, surveying his work with a critical eye. Sylvia held her breath, waiting for his verdict. "Open your eyes," he said. Slowly, Sylvia opened her eyes and looked at the mirror. For a moment, she didn't recognize herself. The woman in the mirror was stunning, with flawless skin, sparkling eyes, and luscious lips. It was as if she had been transformed into a completely different person. Sylvia couldn't help but gasp at the sight, her hand reaching up to touch her face. She felt the softness of her skin, the fullness of her lips, and the flut
She opened the car door, and Sylvia could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioning unit hit her face. She slid into the plush leather seat, feeling its softness envelop her body. She closed the door behind her, and the sound echoed in the quiet garage. Stephan, sitting in the driver's seat, greeted her with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression. "What are you both chatting about?" he questioned, his deep voice resonating through the car's cabin. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. She shook her head, trying to brush off the question. "Uh, nothing," she answered, hoping that he wouldn't push it any further. The car's engine roared to life, and Stephan put the car into gear. Sylvia could feel the smooth acceleration as they exited the garage and hit the open road. The silence was deafening, and it made her uncomfortable. She could sense Stephan's tension, and she knew that he was probably jealous. After all, she had spent the evening with another man who
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