“Dad, don’t get too worked up,” Quincy said, noticing his father’s face turning red with anger. “People your age can easily stress themselves sick. Look at Mom. She’s in the hospital for that very reason.”If she hadn’t been so consumed with pointless meddling, she wouldn’t be on an operating table today.Mr. Perez nearly choked in frustration. “Is that how you talk to your father? Forget it. Let me speak to Lydia.”“She’s busy. Whatever you need to say, just say it to me. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up,” Quincy replied, blocking the attempt.He wasn’t foolish. He could tell his father wanted to pressure Lydia directly. But there was no way he would let her face any of that alone.“This was all my decision. There’s no one else for you to blame.”“Fine. You’re acting like you’ve grown wings and flown beyond my reach.” Mr. Perez hung up, barely restraining himself from a full-blown rant. That son of his would be the death of him.On the other end, Lydia looked at Quincy wit
Unfortunately, Quincy wasn’t swayed by either her gentler approach or pressure.When Lydia walked in, Mrs. Perez almost thought she was there to confront her. But Lydia’s tone was detached as she spoke, “Mrs. Perez, all your hospital expenses have been paid. Rest and focus on recovering. When you’re discharged, I can help arrange for a good rehabilitation facility if you’d like.”After everything that had happened, Lydia couldn’t bring herself to call her “Mom” anymore. “Mrs. Perez” would have to suffice.Mrs. Perez was stunned. Lydia had actually come to see her?Just as he had done with his father, Quincy briefly informed her of the situation, then left with Lydia, leaving Mrs. Perez lying in bed, lost in thought.Mabel said softly, breaking the silence. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say. You’ve gone way too far in the past. I know you’re my aunt, and you’ve done me some favors, but I can’t keep ignoring what’s right to blindly take your side.”Mabel feared that if
Mrs. Perez, furious, cursed at her, “I must have been blind to ever consider you as a potential daughter-in-law. Thank goodness my son doesn’t like you. If you’d actually gotten into our family, you would’ve turned our lives upside down!”“Well, you came to me first,” Tiffany shot back, pressing forward. “You made me the ‘other woman’ and even had me drink that ‘special’ tea. Who knows what effects that drink might have had on my health?”Since they were fully at odds now, Tiffany didn’t hold back. “I’ll give you two options. Either you make sure I marry Quincy or you give me a payout. You managed to drug him once, so you can do it again or give me a payout of ten million.”Mrs. Perez’s jaw dropped at the demand. “Ten million? You must be dreaming!”Such an amount would be enough to live off for several lifetimes. And even if her son had that much in liquid assets, which was doubtful, it was hard-earned money. She would never let Tiffany take it so easily.“No money? Fine, don’t b
Tiffany took a step back, holding her phone high above her head, mouthing, “Pay up.”In that moment, Mrs. Perez accidentally bumped into the bedside kettle. It crashed to the floor, sending scalding water splashing everywhere, hitting both of them.“Ah! Did you do that on purpose?” Tiffany hissed, seething with anger.With no one else in the room, Tiffany was ready to vent her anger, but just then, the door swung open.Lydia entered with the doctor, stopping in her tracks when she saw Tiffany. She then glanced at Mrs. Perez lying on the bed. A complex mix of feelings washed over Lydia, though she had long since stopped being surprised by Mrs. Perez’s actions.“My daughter-in-law!” Mrs. Perez called out frantically, “Grab her phone! She’s live-streaming, trying to ruin our family!”Hearing Mrs. Perez call Lydia daughter-in-law made Tiffany’s expression twist with resentment. Why did Lydia deserve that title? Mrs. Perez had once called her daughter-in-law too, but now she was t
As they walked out of the hospital, Lydia made a call to the police. It was time to settle the full account of everything Tiffany had done.Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of her, the window rolling down to reveal Quincy’s concerned face. "My mom didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”“Not at all. She’s full of regret and wants my forgiveness, but I can’t let go of what happened,” Lydia replied, opening the door and getting in. She filled Quincy in on everything that had happened in the hospital room.After hearing it all, Quincy took her hand. “From now on, we’ll each live our own lives. I’ll visit on holidays, but I’ll go alone. You don’t need to see her if you don’t want to.”He would return out of family obligation, but there was no reason for Lydia to bear the burden.Lydia heard the care and love in his words and readily agreed.Once they had settled things with Tiffany, they let their families know and boarded a plane to Aceland. Throughout the flight, they sat close, L
Nash looked up and asked, “Do you want to challenge yourself?”“Of course I do, Mr. York. To be honest, I joined this company specifically to push my limits,” Jake replied confidently. He had a strong drive to succeed, evident from his internships at multiple top firms during his studies. No task was too small for him if it helped him learn.After graduation, he had returned home, eager to make a name for himself and grow beyond his comfort zone.“I have a new project here. The plan is complete, but there are details that still need refining, along with overseeing the project’s progress,” Nash explained, placing the files in front of him. “If you run into anything you don’t know, feel free to ask me.”Though Nash offered his support, managing an entire project was leagues above a typical assistant’s duties.Jake didn’t answer immediately. He carefully reviewed the materials, then nodded, “I’d like to take on the challenge, Mr. York.”“Good. Starting this month, your base salary w
Nina’s brows furrowed deeper. Pharaoh’s behavior today was just too strange. She thought back to when she and Nash had planned a trip and wanted to leave Gemma with Pharaoh for a few days, but he had declined, saying he was busy. At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. After all, grandparents had their own lives. But now, coupled with today’s odd call, she couldn’t help but worry.Keeping her suspicions to herself, she replied, “Gemma’s asleep now, so maybe we’ll come by this weekend when Orion’s out of school. We can all visit together.”“Alright, just come whenever you’re free,” Pharaoh replied, setting down the phone with a heavy sigh.Just then, the door to his hospital room opened, and his attending physician walked in. “I’m here to set up your IV. Have you given any more thought to what we discussed?”Pharaoh shook his head.Logically, he knew he should undergo treatment. Life expectancy for patients with late-stage liver cancer is around six months to a year, but wi
Orion’s relationship with Pharaoh had grown closer, and he was always happy to see him.“Oh, Mom! I finished my homework too. Do you want to check it for me?”Nina agreed right away. Kindergarten homework was simple, and Orion had done well, with hardly any mistakes, so she reviewed it quickly. Once Orion had put it away, he ran downstairs to watch TV while Nina played with Gemma nearby.A while later, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery.Nina hadn’t ordered anything recently, so she assumed it was something Nash had bought and went ahead and opened it. Inside were a few bottles of supplements and a letter. She unfolded the letter and, with just a glance at the first line, knew who had sent it. Only Wilfred would call her “Ivy.”In the letter, Wilfred mentioned that he was opening a new hospital in Birkham and planned to stay and work here. He had personally prepared the supplements, known to be very nourishing, and sent them as a gift for her to try. Nina texted him a thank yo
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