Blurb She loved him fiercely, masking her wealth to prove her devotion, willing to sacrifice anything to make him happy. But her loyalty was met with coldness and a stack of divorce papers tossed her way. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, vowing to let him believe she was defeated. Yet, when he comes crawling back, realizing he’d thrown away his chance, she’s ready. This time, he’ll learn just how cruelly her heart can play, how sharp her silence can sting, and how merciless love can be when betrayed. She’ll make him pay—for every moment she wasted loving him.
View MoreSebastian’s POVThe drive to school was quiet. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that Was not peaceful but unsettling. Crawling under my skin like an itch I could not scratch.My fingers gripped the Steering wheel. My Knuckles White as My thoughts tangled into a mess I couldn’t unravel. The call. The nagging doubts. The questions that loomed without answers.Beside me, Vanessa talked. Her voice was light, animated. Filling the silence with talk of Princess, the dress, the shoes, something about a tiara. Normally, I’d nod along, maybe even throw in a comment to show I was listening. But today, her words barely registered. Drowned under the weight pressing against my chest.“Seb?”Her voice cut through the fog, followed by a gentle nudge against my arm.I blinked. The road ahead had blurred for a moment, the lines smearing together before snapping back into focus.“Hm?” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough around the edges.Vanessa sighed. “I said, should we get her the pink one or
(Sabatine pov)My finger hovered over the answer button, but I didn’t press it.Not yet.A bitter taste lingered on my tongue, a mix of betrayal and something far worse, realization. If Vanessa had lied about something this big, what else had she been hiding? What other secrets had she so effortlessly buried beneath that sweet smile?I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening around the phone. The screen glowed in the dim light of my office, her name flashing insistently.Vanessa.My pulse pounded in my ears, each ring fueling the storm brewing inside me. I wanted answers. No, I needed them. But I wouldn’t be fooled again, wouldn’t let myself fall into the same trap.Not this time.The phone buzzed again, vibrating against my palm like a silent challenge. I exhaled sharply, steadying myself. Proof. I needed proof before I faced her. Because if my suspicions were right, then Vanessa was capable of far worse than just a simple lie.And I refused to be the fool who found out too late.Her nam
(Sebastian’s POV) The soft hum of the air conditioner pulsed through my office, blending with the rhythmic clatter of my fingers against the keyboard. The glow from my dual monitors bathed the room in an artificial bluish hue, casting long shadows over the towering stacks of documents cluttering my mahogany desk. Numbers blurred together on the screen, but I kept my focus sharp, filtering through reports with the precision drilled into me over years of discipline. Then..buzz. The sudden vibration of my phone shattered the quiet. My fingers froze above the keys, my gaze flicking toward the screen. Unknown Caller. A slight frown tugged at my brow. I wasn’t expecting any calls, certainly not from an unlisted number at this hour. A part of me considered ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. But something, instinct, curiosity, a nagging pull I couldn’t quite place, made me reach for the device. I hesitated. Then, inhaling slowly, I swiped to answer and brought the phone to my ear
( Evelyn’s POV) The city hummed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a living, breathing force of ambition and power. Lights flickered in the distance, a constant reminder that somewhere, someone was always chasing success, just as I had been for years. But now, I wasn’t just reaching for it. I was standing in it. Yet, the weight of the journey still clung to me. Every betrayal, every sacrifice, every tear, I had carried them like stones in my pockets, dragging me down, threatening to drown me. But instead of breaking me, they had sharpened me, reforging my spirit into something unbreakable. I let out a slow breath, my fingers grazing the rich mahogany surface of the desk. My desk. The reality of it was still sinking in. Mr. Alberts had built an empire, brick by brick, deal by deal. And when the time came to pass it on, he hadn’t chosen his bloodline. He had chosen me. “You’re family now, Evelyn,” he had said, his voice calm but firm. “This company… it needs someone with vision, s
(Evelyn’s POV) The city lights streaked past the tinted window. neon reflections smearing across the glass like a painter’s reckless brush strokes. I sat motionless in the Backseat. My fingers absently tracing the Seam of my dress as the adrenaline still pulsed beneath my skin. The rush of power. Of dominance. Clung to me like expensive perfume, heady, intoxicating. I made my move. And it was a bold one. My phone lay face down on my lap, its screen dark, but the words I had sent still burned in my mind. I don’t play games with babies. A smirk curled my lips. It had been the perfect response, sharp, final. A statement that left no room for doubt. I imagined the sting of my words sinking in, imagined the moment of hesitation on the other end, the quickening of breath, the anger coiling behind clenched teeth. The thought alone sent another thrill through me. Then, my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. A violent, repetitive hum against the smooth leather seat, shattering my momentary sat
The cheerful giggle of a baby resonated in the small apartment as Evelyn skillfully held two bottles of milk in one hand and repositioned the high chair with the other. The twins, just a few months old, made up her whole universe. Maya's deep eyes shimmered with intrigue, as young Mason laughed at the sound of the wind chimes near the window. Their arrival brought a happiness to the small apartment that Evelyn had never experienced before. Yet today, a darkness hung over Evelyn's heart. She received another email from the graphic design company she freelanced with, a proposal to move to a larger city if she wished to handle more distinguished projects. It was a chance that could transform her profession, yet the idea of dismantling her small, meticulously built haven frightened her. Once she laid the twins down for their nap, Evelyn settled by the bay window with her laptop. She had always hoped to provide Maya and Mason with a better life, one free from the burdens of her history.
Evelyn rose to a serene morning, with gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains, creating warm golden rays on the ground. The quiet of the apartment, the tranquility she had discovered in recent weeks, provided solace. However, the burden of her choice regarding Sebastian still remained in her thoughts. She had dedicated numerous hours in the past few days contemplating everything: Sebastian’s apology, his efforts to connect, and the way he had constantly assured her that nothing would separate them. However, following his betrayal, she questioned whether those promises were merely hollow phrases. Was he genuinely remorseful, or was he just attempting to mend something damaged, not entirely grasping the extent of the pain he had inflicted? While sipping her tea by the window, the gentle buzz of the city beneath reminded her that life kept progressing, even when she felt trapped in her own reflections. The only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic tapping of her fingers o
Evelyn found herself contemplating the heaviness of Sebastian's words for days. He approached her, exposed and defenseless, conveying his remorse and his wish to seek forgiveness. However, Evelyn was uncertain whether it was sufficient. Is it possible for him to really change? Could she really rely on him enough to offer him another opportunity? Her heart was pained by the doubt, yet she would not make any choices without first reflecting on her emotions, and the truth of their circumstances. The next day, following Sebastian’s visit, Evelyn tried hard to resume her usual routine. She worked remotely, concentrated on her design assignments, and went to her prenatal check-ups. Yet, even during the silent times, the resonance of his presence lingered. His apology lingered in her mind, yet she couldn’t overlook the intricacy of her feelings. Whenever she believed she had control over the situation, she ended up questioning herself. At night, with the gentle murmur of urban noise coming
The days that ensued were marked by a delicate feeling of equilibrium. Evelyn maintained her schedule of work, medical visits, and peaceful nights by herself in her flat, yet the emotional struggle between her history with Sebastian and the current life she aimed to build was growing harder to overlook. Sebastian’s efforts to be included in her life were constant, nearly overly constant. He called frequently, visited at least weekly, and brought small presents for the baby, a plush toy on one occasion, a baby blanket on another. He was making an effort, and Evelyn sensed it, yet the question remained: was he genuinely regretful, or was he merely attempting to atone for his past misdeeds? One afternoon, while she was at her small desk in her apartment creating a new design for a client, Evelyn's phone vibrated. It was a note from Sebastian. May I drop by later? I need to discuss something significant. Her heart raced, and she placed her pen aside, gazing at the message for an exten
prologue..... Vanessa pov The cathedral was stunning, towering marble pillars, golden chandeliers casting a soft glow, and rows upon rows of high-society guests, all dressed in their finest. The scent of luxurious perfume and fresh roses filled the air, blending with the incense curling up from the golden censers. Everything was flawless.Too perfect. The fragrance of blooming roses and high-end perfume filled the air, blending with the faint sound of classical music. Laughter echoed among the crowd, champagne glasses clashing in joy. It was a dream, one I had been instructed to value, to desire. Yet beneath the grandeur, beneath the polished smiles and whispered congratulations, I sensed it. The unsettling anxiety. The silent cry stuck in my throat, desperate to break free. It slithered through my veins, an icy whisper of truth I refused to acknowledge. I held the bouquet of white roses so tightly that the fragile petals wrinkled beneath my fingers, their once perfect shap...
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