They continued talking, mainly about Anastasia as shw was their mutual friend. Soon the conversation shifted and they shared stories about their careers and dreams. When Adeline excused herself to go to the restroom, Abel stayed at the table with a warm smile. His heart was so guddy. After such a long time, he liked someone. Not just to tangle in sheet but someone who he really wanted to get to know and spend more time together. Just then, someone approached him. “What are you doing here?” Ronan asked, grinning. He could see the glow on Abel’s face. The young man was clearly upto something. However, he did not expose him. “I’m on a date,” Abel replied, grinning back.Ronan punched his arm playfully. “Good luck, man. Hope you get lucky tonight.”Abel rolled his eyes. “Nah, this one’s different. I actually want to get to know her, not just... well, you know.”Ronan’s smile softened. “I hope you find the happiness you deserve.”He was very happy for his bestfriend at this time. “Than
It took Anastasia a week to arrange a “chance” meeting with Kiara Armani’s mother. She wanted it to seem like a coincidence, though it was carefully planned. She was in the children’s section, pretending to select clothes for a young boy, when Cara Williams, formerly Mrs. Armani, approached nearby. It felt like a perfect chance where she could execute her perfect plan. She needed to let the woman’s guard down and then plant seeds of worry in her brain. “Oh... Mrs. Armani!” Anastasia said with a friendly smile, making it sound as if they had bumped into each other purely by accident. Sometimes, she was in awe of her acting skills. Cara looked at her, puzzled. “And you are...?”There was a extremely attractive woman standing in front of her. She was surprised to see the beautiful woman in the teenage sections to buy clothes. And what was making her curious was that this lady knew her. “Don’t you remember me?” Anastasia replied warmly. She added, “You came to my seventeenth birthday a
Cara’s expression faltered, caught off guard by the serious question.“In Noorstan,” Anastasia continued, “Things are quite orthodox and conservative there. Kiara would have to follow a specific set of rules and expectations about how she should dress and behave. Her freedom would be limited. Not just that, this freedom that she is having with her family here would be taken away from here.”Cara’s eyes flickered with unease and her voice barely a whisper. “What are you trying to do?”“My best friend was in a relationship with that boy,” Anastasia began, her tone cool. “He is more than ten years older than your daughter. His family was against a white girl at that time. Just imagine the restrictions Kiara will face, not to mention the palace politics for an eighteen-year-old girl. How sad for such a child.”Cara’s face flushed with anger. “How do you know? You are just talking nonsense!” She did not want to show an outsider that her words were impacting her. Anastasia remained calm as
It had been a week and a half since Abel and Adeline went on their first date and Abel couldn’t wrap his head around why she hadn’t agreed to a second one. Everything had gone splendidly, but still, no call or text came from her. He was starting to feel like a contestant on a game show where one that never seemed to get picked for the next round.He wanted Adeline to talk to him and tell him if he did something to upset her biut she would not even see his texts. Why was she doing this? Today, Abel decided to throw a party simply because he had nothing better to do or his heart was hurting too much. He even invited Adeline, but of course, she didn’t reply. As he waited, he heard the click of heels outside his door. His heart raced. could it be Adeline? He dashed to the door, throwing it open with a wide with hopeful grin.But his smile vanished faster than a child’s who dropped his icecream when he saw who was standing there.Regina crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Am I that des
Damien dialed a number and said, “Get here quickly if you want to see them alive.”Within moments, Ronan burst into the room, only to find Regina and Abel in a disheveled condition, looking like they had just survived a WWE match. He rushed over and he pulled out a first-aid kit and applied ointment to both their faces while scolding them like a father would his misbehaving children.“You two are impossible!” he exclaimed, reprimanding them for a solid ten minutes. Finally, he made them face each other and say the dreaded words: “Sorry.”With a reluctant exchange of glances, Abel and Regina muttered, “Sorry,” at the same time.“Now shake hands,” Ronan ordered.They glared at each other like two cats ready to pounce, but after a moment, they grudgingly shook hands. If they do not, Ronan was going to scold more. Abel muttered under his breath, “Wild cat.”Regina shot him a fierce glare. “Shall I show you what this wild cat can do?”Abel turned to Ronan, feigning innocence. “She is thre
Ronan stepped out to order something but before leaving, he turned to Damien with a serious expression. “Keep an eye on those two demons,” he instructed, nodding towards Regina and Abel. Ronan knew that once he steps out of this room, Abel and Regina would start fighting again. It hurt him each time to see them after each other’s lives. He did not know what he could do to make this fight stop? Initially, he used to think if Damien and Regina end up together, Abel and Regina would start bearing each other’s presence, if not like each other. But now with Anastasia in picture, it did not seem it was anywhere close. The thing was that he always rooted for Regina and Damien but now he was not sure. Of course, he wanted Regina and Damien to end up together and happy but Damien looked radiant and finally at peace and all of that was happening because Anastasia was by his bestfriend’s side. Regina sat in silence while Ronan went out, her gaze drifting toward Damien and Anastasia. She notic
A while later, Ronan returned, and the atmosphere shifted back to a lively celebration, though only Damien and Anastasia seemed genuinely happy. The rest of the group appeared to be drowning their sorrows in drinks and laughter that didn’t quite reach their eyes. All of them had their sorrows to forget. Abel’s party gave them an opportunity to feel what was going around them as they could no longer ignore it. Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open and a woman dressed in a striking red dress stepped inside. Upon spotting Ronan, she furrowed her brows and said, “Sorry, I came to the wrong room.”Hearing that familiar voice, Anastasia looked up, her face lighting up with surprise. “Addy, what are you doing here?”Ronan’s attention snapped to the newcomer as his curiosity increased all of a sudden.Abel, on the other hand, froze, forgetting to breathe as he recognized the woman who had gone MIA on him. It was Adeline. Oh my god. The woman of his dream was standing in front of h
The next day at the Callahan house, a disheveled Adeline burst through the door, tears streaming down her face. Mrs. Luna had woken Anastasia from her sleep when she sensed that something was terribly wrong with Adeline. The staff at Callahan house recognised Adeline as Anastasia’s dear friend and so they offered her drinks when they saw that she was not looking well. Anastasia and Damien hurried to the living room as their hearts were racing with concern. When they spotted Adeline, the sight of her distress sent a jolt of fear through them. She was such a jolly girl. If she was in this condition, it certainly meant that something worse had happened. The first thought that came to Anastasia was Poppy. Poppy was sick these days. But then, she thought if something had happened to Poppy, Adeline would not be here? Is Austin fine? Again, if Austin was unwell, Adeline would be with him. This left her with the single conclusion that it was Adeline’s personal problem. “What happened?” Ana
“Mrs. Spencer, Miss Spencer is back.”Claire’s sharp gaze flickered toward the housekeeper, her fingers stilling over the rim of her teacup. The words sent a ripple through her carefully composed demeanour, but she did not let it show.She set her cup down with measured grace and asked, “Which one?”The housekeeper hesitated only briefly before answering, “Miss Regina.”Claire’s lips parted slightly, a glimmer of intrigue flashing in her eyes. She let the silence stretch, allowing herself a moment to absorb the unexpected news. Regina was back.Finally, she asked, “Where is she?”The housekeeper shifted uneasily. “She arrived with luggage. She went straight to her room. We did not ask any questions, but… it seems she is here to stay.”Claire leaned back into her chair, pressing her fingers together in thought. “Get her whatever she needs. Make sure she is comfortable.” Then, after a calculated pause, she added, “And keep an eye on her.”She had anticipated something like this. The dru
As they strolled through the garden, the evening air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves. Damien glanced at Anastasia, his fingers brushing against hers lightly before he asked, “How are you feeling, Anna?”Anastasia let out a slow sigh before a small, thoughtful smile curved her lips. “You know, when I first returned to New York, I was consumed by my desire for revenge. I wanted to burn everything to the ground. I wanted to kill Claire. And I still do.” She paused, inhaling deeply. “But not at the cost of myself. Somewhere along the way, I realized just how beautiful my life is. I found my courage, Damien. I finally found the strength to come to you and—by some twisted manipulation—make you my husband as well.”He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “I still can’t believe you pulled that off.” Then, after a beat, he asked, “Can I ask you something?”She nodded, turning her gaze toward him.“Why did you propose marriage to me?” His expressio
“Welcome home, Mommy!”The children’s voices rang with excitement as they ran to embrace Anastasia with their little arms wrapped tightly around her. It was a simple moment filled with warmth, laughter, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. The family of four was whole again.Nevertheless, even as joy swelled in her heart, a shadow of bitterness lingered behind. Regina was gone. The sting of her departure wasn’t something Anastasia could easily ignore, but for the first time, she found herself truly understanding Regina’s reasons and doings. Regina had chosen to leave on her terms, and in doing so, she had finally earned Anastasia’s respect. Regina’s love for Damien had always been complicated, but at least now, there was honesty in it.What unsettled Anastasia more was that Regina had chosen to go back to the Spencers’ house. The thought of her returning to that place sent an uneasy chill through her. But Damien had reassured her. “She’ll be safe,” he had promised. “Regina isn’t as
As the letter slipped from his trembling fingers, Damien snatched his phone and dialled her number, his heart pounding in his chest.The moment she answered, he didn’t hesitate. “You stupid girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration and desperation. “What the hell are you doing? Come back.”Regina let out a breathless laugh. One that was laced with the sound of silent tears. “No, Damien,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You lost your chance.” A heavy pause. “Don’t make this harder for me.”Damien closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against his hand as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. “Regina, where are you?” he asked, almost pleading.“I’m going back to my house,” she said, her voice flat. “To the Spencers’ house.”His heart lurched. “Don’t go there,” he almost yelled, gripping the phone tighter. “Regina, don’t go back to that place! Just—just come back to me instead!”But she wasn’t listening. Or maybe she couldn’t. Instead, her voice took on an eerie calm
When Damien woke up, a sense of unease settled over him. Something felt off as if something was missing. Huh, what was this feeling? Anna was finally safe but why was his heart tensed? Before he could fully grasp the feeling, Mrs. Luna entered the room hastily, holding a neatly folded envelope. Her expression was desperate and full of fear. "Mr. Callahan," she said softly. "Miss Spencer left this morning. She asked me to give you this letter."Damien frowned, confusion knitting his brows. "She… left?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. Where did she leave? He saw her last night and she looked fine. Where did she just go? Mrs. Luna merely nodded before stepping back, leaving him alone with the letter.With a deep breath, Damien unfolded the paper as his eyes scanned the words written in her familiar handwriting.Hi Damien,By the time you read this, I will be gone.Not from your life. Not entirely. But from this home, from your family, from the future I once dreamt of with
Rio, seemingly sensing the emotional shift, banged his tiny fists on his high chair. “Mama!”Adeline laughed through her sniffles, reaching out to ruffle his curls. And just like that, the warmth of home wrapped around her again.Suddenly, Rio let out an excited squeal as his chubby hands flailed wildly as he bounced in his high chair. His little body practically vibrated with enthusiasm as he made incoherent noises, pointing toward the entrance.“What’s gotten into you, little devil?” Adeline chuckled, reaching out to steady him. “Why are you so naughty tonight?”But Rio’s wide eyes remained locked on a single spot and his excitement grew by the second.Curious, Asher turned to follow his brother’s gaze. The moment he registered who was stepping inside, his fork clattered onto his plate. Without a second thought, he launched himself forward, his feet pounding against the floor at lightning speed.“Mommy!” he cried, throwing himself straight into Anastasia’s arms.Anastasia barely had
When Damien pulled up to his place, the night air carried a solemn stillness. He turned to Anastasia as he was reluctant to leave.“Go inside,” she told him softly.His jaw tightened. “Why do you have to leave?” His voice was low, almost pleading. He didn’t want to be apart from her, not now, not ever. Being with her made everything feel right, and the thought of stepping into that house without her felt unbearably empty.Anastasia sighed, cupping his cheek gently. “Damien, go home.” Her touch was warm but there was finality in her tone. “I know you could tell Regina you are away on a business trip or come up with some excuse… but I don’t feel right about it. She is sick, Damien. She is all alone, away from her family. And in her mind, you are the only one she has.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “Right now, she needs you more than I do.”Damien clenched his fists, torn between obligation and desire. He wanted to be with Anastasia, to hold her, to lose himself in her warmth,
Adeline sighed dramatically. “And when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. I still didn’t know what he looked like. But I knew it was him. So, I texted him. I said, I know it was you. Then, I deleted all my social media. I told him, If you want me, you’ll have to find me.”Regina held her breath. “Did he?”Adeline exhaled, shaking her head. “No.”Regina frowned.“Long story short,” Adeline continued, “I found out I was pregnant. When we finally met again, he was shocked… disgusted with himself… beaten half to death by my family—” She smirked. “And that was just the beginning. After so many dramatic twists and turns, we found our way back to each other. Now, we are living our happily ever after.”Regina stared at her, almost in disbelief. “You forgave him? Just like that?”Adeline’s smile softened. “You see, Regina… I hated him when I was going through pregnancy alone. The only person who stood by me was my best friend. But in the end, I forgave him. Not because I’m a saint, but b
Adeline had just returned to the table when she heard Regina’s soft and pensive voice.“Hey, Adeline… Have you ever been in love?”Adeline raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question. Regina had been oddly quiet since she sat back down, her eyes distant, lost in thoughts Adeline couldn’t quite decipher. Something had shifted in her.“Yes,” Adeline answered with a small smile.Regina looked at her intently. “Was your love successful?”A nostalgic warmth flickered across Adeline’s face. “I struggled for almost a decade,” she admitted, “but it succeeded in the end.”Regina blinked, intrigued. “Really? Would you like to share it with me?”Adeline chuckled. “As you know, I’m a model, right?”Regina nodded. “I have heard your name.”Adeline rolled her eyes dramatically. “Girl, I have over fifty million followers, and you have just heard about me? You humble me real quick.”Regina let out a small laugh, and Adeline smirked before continuing.“Anyway, I was still in college and moving