“Mom, I want to go to the hospital with you!” Orion shouted as he ran after Nina.Hope instinctively tried to grab him, but Orion was running too fast, and her hand grasped at nothing but air.At the door, Nina paused and turned around. “Orion, your dad and I are really busy right now, and we can’t keep an eye on you. Please stay home. Mrs. Watson is here to take care of you. That’ll make us feel a bit more at ease.”Orion was a well-behaved child. Even if he came to the hospital, he wouldn’t cause any trouble and might even help take care of Gemma. But the hospital was crowded and chaotic, and she and Nash would be incredibly busy. What if Orion ran into trouble? It was safer to leave him at home.“Alright, Mom. But as soon as Gemma’s fever breaks, please tell me right away,” Orion said, reluctantly stopping as he realized the situation. He waved at his mom, hoping his sister would get well soon.Hearing the door close, Hope approached with her doll, her face lighting up. “Hey,
“It’s none of those. We recently hired a new nanny to help out,” Nina replied, but she already sensed that something was amiss. The doctor wouldn’t have asked about their childcare without reason.The next moment, he handed her the test results. “Your daughter’s fever is due to poisoning. You brought her in just in time. Another hour and it could have been too late.”Nina felt as if the world had stopped, hoping desperately that she had heard wrong. Nash quickly took the report and scanned the words, which confirmed that Gemma’s blood contained toxic substances.“In cases we’ve seen before, nannies might slip children a mild sedative to keep them calm. But this is poison. It’s clear someone intended serious harm,” the doctor added, disbelief evident in his voice. “I can’t fathom why anyone would do this to a child.”Nina’s focus returned to the immediate task. “Doctor, please start detoxifying my daughter. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” she said, exchanging a glance with Nash. I
Gemma was saved.Nina, pale from blood loss, had no color left in her lips. She used the table for support as she stood up, swaying slightly as she moved toward the hospital room.“Ma’am, please sit and rest here for a bit. We need to give you a transfusion. In your current state, you won’t make it to the room, let alone take a few more steps without fainting,” the nurse said, quickly grabbing Nina’s arm.Nina knew she wasn’t in the best shape. She didn’t push herself, instead taking a seat to rest. After drinking some glucose water to regain her strength, she went to see her daughter.Gemma’s condition had improved. Her fever had come down slightly.“Her temperature should return to normal in about three hours. If it spikes again, come find me immediately,” the doctor instructed carefully.Nina committed every word to memory. After the doctor left, she sat by her daughter’s side, gently stroking Gemma’s forehead as she murmured, “Sweetheart, please wake up soon.”Meanwhile, on
Mrs. Watson didn’t even dare to sleep through the night. She woke up every two hours to check on Gemma, making sure everything was just right. Even with all these precautions, she still worried about Gemma’s safety. There was no way she would risk feeding her something unsafe.“Alright, you can go now,” Nash said. Without concrete evidence, he couldn’t just lay the blame on Mrs. Watson. If only he had security cameras installed at home, he would know exactly who was responsible for Gemma’s poisoning.As soon as Mrs. Watson left, Nash received a call from his assistant. “Mr. York, I’ve sent over the background report you requested.”According to the report, Mrs. Watson’s family life was straightforward. She had a daughter who got married a few years ago. The couple ran a grocery store together and had a young son. They had no debt, and there were no large deposits in their bank records. Her previous employers also spoke highly of her, saying she cared for their children as if t
"Her fever’s already gone, isn’t it?" Hope asked, glancing at Gemma in her cradle. Resentment slowly took root in her heart. Gemma had stolen everyone’s attention. Why did she have to take Orion’s too?All Hope wanted was to play a game with Orion, but even that was too much to ask."Yes, her fever is down, but I’m still worried," Orion replied, patience wearing thin. His tone held a hint of irritation as he added, "I told you, if you want to play, go play by yourself. Stop bothering me. Gemma is my sister, of course I’m concerned about her!"Orion no longer felt the same fondness for Hope as before. Gemma might not be Hope's sister, but they were all going to be one family and would be living together. Shouldn't Hope be just as worried about Gemma’s fever, like a sister would be? How could she still be in the mood to play, and expect him to join her?"Orion?" Hope froze, her eyes widening. Orion had just pulled away from her. He had never been so harsh with her before. Tears
"You all can go over to her, but I’m the only one who can’t. How is that supposed to make me feel like part of this family? You’ve never really wanted me to fit in," Hope said, feeling more and more upset as she spoke.If Gemma were to disappear from the world entirely, then Orion would only have one sister, her. His focus would be solely on her, and he would never be cross with her over another sister again.If only she had given Gemma more of that medicine before. She remembered the little bottle still tucked away in her backpack. The bad people had told her the substance was powerful. Just half a bottle could kill an adult, and a child would need even less. Just a few more drops, and Gemma would be gone forever.Then, not only would she see her real mom again, but she would also have Orion all to herself."Stop thinking that way," Orion insisted. "We really are a family. It’s because we’re a family that we need to take care of Gemma and be considerate of Mom."But no matter w
"Alright then, I’ll go bake you a simple cake now. We’ll save the more complicated recipe for tomorrow morning," Mrs. Watson finally relented.Hope nodded enthusiastically. It wouldn’t take long to give Gemma the medicine, just a minute or two, which was plenty of time.As soon as Mrs. Watson left, Hope went back to Orion. "Hey, do you remember Gemma’s little plush? The one that looks like a kitten? She used to love it.""I remember," Orion replied, recalling the toy. He had picked it out himself on a family outing to the toy store. He had known right away that Gemma would love it, and he was right. She couldn’t part with it after they brought it home."The plush is hanging on the upstairs balcony. Why don’t you bring it down? It might help her sleep more peacefully," Hope suggested, her tone full of concern for Gemma.No one would have guessed that behind such an innocent demeanor was a malicious intent.Orion had no idea that leaving Gemma alone would put her in danger. Tru
As Nina spoke, a chill ran through her body. She had considered every possibility, even the idea that someone might have broken into their home to harm Gemma while they were out. But never, not even once, had she suspected a six-year-old child.Yet here she was, holding the evidence that this very child had nearly killed her daughter."What?" Nash was equally stunned. But with the bottle in his hand, there was no denying the reality right in front of him.Compared to the adults, Orion reacted even more strongly. He stormed down the stairs with Gemma’s toy in hand and shoved Hope hard enough to knock her over. She scraped her hand on the floor and began to cry in pain and frustration."How dare you cry?" Orion’s voice was thick with anger. "My sister’s suffering is way worse than a scraped hand. She’s so little, with tubes all over her, and it’s all because of you. Why did you do it?"He couldn’t understand. Hadn’t they treated Hope well enough? Even if they weren’t perfect, did th
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti