Thank you for reading. Apologies I couldn't update yesterday. my baby is sick, I have been taking care of her.
As we left the house, I turned to Lincoln to ask about Biggy. He told me that Biggy had reached out to him, asking him to pick me up in his place. What happened? Where had Biggy gone? He hadn’t told Lincoln where he was heading, and the thought of him leaving without informing me nagged at my mind. Looking in Lincoln's direction, I leaned forward slightly. "Please drop me at the Mayor's house." I instructed, leaning back against the headrest and staring out the window. Before I could process my thoughts, the car came to a sudden halt, pulling my attention back to him. "What’s going on? The car seems fine." I said, puzzled by the abrupt stop. "I'm sorry, ma'am. The car is fine, I was the one who stopped it." He explained. I stared at him in astonishment. Why was he stopping? What for? Without waiting for my response, he tried to explain himself. "I don’t think you should go to the Mayor's house." He said cautiously. I frowned, trying to understand his reasoning, but his words were
I left the house, fumed. This should be the last time he treats Father like trash. He must have forgotten who put him in that position. I reached for the car, hopped inside, and settled into the chair. "Let's go." I instructed, fastening my seatbelt. He started the engine and drove out of the compound. I hoped this would serve as a warning, Father is not someone he can look down on. Just like the saying goes, you bite the hand that feeds you, and that's accurately what they are planning to do to him. But it won't work. If he's mad because I asked him to leave my office, then he should take it up with me, not Father. They could claim he didn’t raise me well, but thanks to my mother, they can shift the blame to her. She wouldn’t mind that. "The secretary called." He said. Slowly, I turned to look in his direction and saw him stealing glances at me through the rearview mirror. "Is everything okay?" I asked further. "She said a parcel came for you." A parcel? Could it be one of tho
Upon reaching the parking lot, we got into the company car and headed to the hospital. While Lincoln was out there trying to uncover the truth behind that picture, I needed to put an end to Zara’s lies. I had planned to confront Alex, let’s see if he would deny knowing that Grace is Ryan’s nieces. I doubted he was even aware of it. I didn’t want to let the clip Zara sent me bother me anymore. I have had enough of her shenanigans. It was time she stopped crossing paths with me. If she had been disguising herself as his sister, Alex wouldn’t hesitate to expose her once he finds out. "Ma’am, are you sure you are okay?" I heard my secretary say, pulling me out of my thoughts. I flashed her a smile. "I’m fine. I just hope Lincoln finds out who’s behind all this." She returned the smile and reached for my hand. "I don’t know if I have told you this before, but I’m proud of you." Her words struck a chord. I still remembered the first time she told me how proud she was. Sporadically I won
I rushed into the hospital, stopping at the receptionist's desk, panting for breath. Recognizing me, she offered a polite smile."Hello! Please, have you seen my father?" I asked, struggling to steady my voice. I had no idea where they had taken him."He came in with a patient." She replied. "Try the surgery room. I think that’s where they took the patient."Without wasting another second, I hurried toward the surgery room, my secretary close behind. When we arrived, the hallway was eerily quiet, with no one outside. It didn’t look like any surgery was taking place, the silence was unsettling.If the receptionist had directed me here, then the patient’s condition must have been critical. But why wasn’t anyone around? Not even a nurse to confirm if he had been brought in for surgery.Panic began to bubble up inside me. What could have happened? He hadn’t mentioned leaving, especially when he knew he was supposed to bring me to the office.We looked around the area, but there wasn’t a s
I just listened to his gibberish. What he’s been saying doesn’t make any sense to me. So, he came all the way here just to rant nonsense? Who on earth isn’t aware of what happens at their own company? A company where he’s the director, yet so many things go on under his supervision, and he claims he’s not even aware.He’s not even remorseful. The audacity of him to boldly say I had no right to go for an interview without reaching out to him to settle things amicably!What is there to settle? He sounded like we had unresolved issues from the past, but I have e never had any business with him before. His company was the first to release news of my divorce with Ryan, so why am I even surprised? He has no shame, not even a common sense."Did you hear everything you just said? Maybe I should replay it for you." Lincoln said.He had been standing in the room since I invited him into the office. Truth be told, he sounded ridiculous. I never imagined he could be this timid because, seriously,
Ryan As I walked into the house, I didn’t stop until I was standing in front of Amber’s door. I knocked vigorously, and without waiting for her response, I pushed the door open. She was seated in front of the mirror, applying makeup—obviously getting ready for the club. I had gotten information that someone now comes to pick her up from home. Standing just inches away from her, I stared at her from head to toe. If I decided to hit her, she would probably end up in the hospital. This was how she chose to repay me, after all I had done, sending her to school, offering her a job, even asking her to work for the family company. She had refused to do any of it. No matter how much I scold her, she never listens. "Were you at the hospital today?" I asked. She stood up, and I noticed she was shivering, her eyes darting toward the door. "Answer the question. What were you doing at the hospital, Amber?" "I was sick. I went there with Mother." She replied hesitantly. "Do you want to get yo
"What do you mean by that? Do you even know what you are talking about?" I asked, glaring in his direction. How can he bring up such a conversation when he knows my relationship with Zara? What could even be prompting such thoughts?Since the last time I went to her school to warn her, she hasn’t left school to come see me, and she doesn’t even pick up my calls anymore."You need to calm down. I have a reason for asking; I’m not just making things up." Alex defended.I finished adjusting my blazer, now turning to face him fully. "What do you mean? How can I have an affair with my cousin? Doesn’t that sound ridiculous to you?""What if she's having feelings for you? What if she's slept with you, but.....""Alex." I roared. It was beginning to irk me, just the thought of it is irritating.I want to know where all of this is coming from, because why would he think I'm having an affair with my sister."Can you please stop? You know my condition. I can’t get a woman pregnant; I’m still on
I could no longer concentrate at the dining table. It was beginning to suffocate me, the way he was acting all romantic with her. This used to piss me off, but I wouldn't allow him to get into my head and make me act rashly. There were people I respected seated here. It was better to step outside for some fresh air to clear my head. I picked up a glass of juice and excused myself from the room. "Please excuse me." I said, standing up, just as Liam stopped me. "Ryan, you barely touched your food." He said, concern evident on his face. I smiled. "I'm fine. I had lunch late in the evening, so I think that's why I can't eat much." I lied, desperate to escape the pain I had been enduring since I sat down. I had never felt the pain of our divorce as strongly as I did today. Seeing her so beautifully dressed and smiling was killing me. And now, he was worsening it. "Alright. Go ahead." He responded. I nodded before turning on my heels. I took the stairs and strode to the last balcony, s
Heading back to the hospital, I noticed my phone’s screen light up briefly before going dark again. I wasn’t sure if it was a call, but curiosity got the better of me. I reached into my bag and pulled it out.There were missed calls from Ethan, along with a message that read: What the hell is going on? Why aren’t you picking up my calls?I frowned. I didn’t recall putting my phone on silent. Why hadn’t I heard it ring? Without overthinking, I dialed Ethan’s number, pressing the phone to my ear as it rang.He picked up almost immediately. "What took you so long to pick up?" He roared, his tone startling me.In all the time I had known Ethan, I’d never heard him yell at me like this. What could have made him this angry?"You’re shouting, Ethan. Can’t you just talk calmly? Yes, you called, and I didn’t hear it. That’s no reason to use the word ‘hell,’" I shot back, my voice laced with irritation.If something was wrong, he needed to talk to me calmly, I would understand. It wasn’t right
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I couldn’t recall much, except for seeing Zara behind Adams before I blacked out. When did she even get there? I remembered the conversation with Adams, there was no one in the car, and she wasn’t standing with him. Everything had happened so fast that I had no idea how I ended up in this room. My heartbeat raced at the thought of being held captive. I couldn’t leave Mother all alone, she would have to reach out to Ethan for help. Lisa would panic and probably return to the city if she finds out. Looking around the room, I cautiously eased myself out of the bed. As I prepared to step forward, my eyes landed on my bag and phone sitting neatly on a drawer. How did they get here? There was no way Adams had brought them. All he wanted was my body. But seeing my phone and bag gave me second thoughts. If I wasn’t with Adams, then where was I? The sound of the doorknob twisting pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly jumped back into the bed, my heart poun
EmilyIt's frustrating. I'm beginning to break down, even though I'm doing everything possible to find evidence to bring them down. Ten hours have passed, and I still can't find anything to put them behind bars.I'm slowly losing my sanity in the midst of all this chaos, something I never imagined I would experience in my life. Being wealthy comes with so many troubles.Back then, I was happy with Mother, even though Father didn't come home on some occasions. We always had fun, keeping each other company. But ever since I added "Fernandez" to my name, it hasn't been the same for me.I felt hands on my shoulders. Tilting my head, I came face to face with Lisa. Dressed up, hands on her trolley, ready to leave. She’s supposed to fly out of the country with Father to Atlanta where she runs her fashion company, but because he’s bedridden, she has to go alone."Let me drop you off at the airport." I said, trying to get up, but she pushed me back down and sat on the edge of the couch."Is so
Emily said they were behind his attack. Why did she allow them into the hospital? What if they finish the job there? Something needs to be done. As for the money he requested, did Zara assign him to do that? Now it all makes sense. The allegations against him weren’t false. The money he was accused of stealing? He took it. "Boss." I looked at him as he extended his hand, offering me his phone. "Ms. Emily." I took the phone from him and placed it to my ear. "Hey, is everything okay? How's your father?" I asked. "Still the same. He hasn't moved or woken up. But that's not why I'm calling. Did you get my messages? I think you should look into it." I sighed. "I did get your message. The mayor's wife told me her husband went to the hospital. Why did you allow them?" "I was leaving Alex's residence when Mother sent me a message. By the time I got there, they had already left. I didn’t get the chance to meet them." Someone needs to find out what truly transpired. Why did they attack hi
"Just be patient. You heard what your mother said. But she had no right to decide what she thought was good for you." He said, his voice firm yet calm.He sighed, looking away briefly. I could sense the concern in his tone, but as a doctor, he wasn’t supposed to show emotion, especially since this wasn’t about a patient. Doctors are trained to hold back their emotions, reserving their dread for moments when a life is truly lost.He patted my shoulder before standing up from the couch and striding back to his desk.I remained tense, unable to speak since returning from Grace's room. How did I not know she was my cousin? Why would Mother hide this from everyone? Was Amber even aware? She’s nowhere to be found, so I have no idea what she knows.Is she aware Mother hired Zara? Amber and Zara never got along, so it’s possible she knows, and that’s why she despises her. But why would Mother harbor such dislike for her niece and nephew without a good reason?Zara once had a brother, but he p
RyanI urged Jasper to drive faster. I needed to get to the house before mother leaves. She was supposed to be at home, but ever since Amber went missing, she hadn’t ceased visiting her boyfriend. I had called Zara repeatedly, but she wasn’t answering. Now, I wasn’t sure if she was deliberately ignoring me.Was this all part of some plan? How could she tell Emily she was pregnant with my child? Was she trying to destroy what I was still struggling to rebuild with Emily? She said she would change, yet here she was, tormenting her again.Everyone needed to understand their place in my life. I couldn’t let them ruin what I was building, especially after four years of neglecting Emily and finally trying to make things right.When we arrived at the house, I stepped out of the car and headed straight into the living room. Without hesitation, I ascended the stairs, striding purposefully toward her room.At her door, I knocked briefly, and as soon as she responded, I pushed the door open and
I walked into the living room, and there Ryan was, seated on the couch. His gaze met mine, and he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, my excitement bubbling over. Seeing him this close after a few days felt surreal."I didn’t expect to meet you here. We could have…" He began, but his words trailed off as he stood and walked toward me. Before I could even drop my bag, he was already pulling me into a hug.I snuggled into him, inhaling his cologne—a sweet mix of strawberry and vanilla. It hadn’t even been a week, but I missed him so much already.I fucking love this man. I’ve always loved him. Nothing has ever changed that. I thought I had moved on, but seeing him now made me realize it was all a lie from the start.Remembering why I was here, I gently pulled away from him. There would be time for this later, but right now, I am needing answers. He had been hiding things from me, and that had to stop.His brows furrowed as I stepped back, the smile on his face fading into a frown"A
I wasn’t sure if I should even be here, but before I knew it, I found myself driving toward her house. I needed an explanation, something to justify what she had done to me. What had I ever done to deserve this? Paying someone else to carry his child, knowing full well he was sick and could barely father one on his own?I could have been patient. I was there for him, ready to wait for as long as it took. I gave up everything, turned my back on my family, my career, my dignity, all for him. What more could I have sacrificed?I stepped out of the car, my heart heavy with anger and hurt, and made my way to the living room. Nothing had really changed here. The memories came rushing back, those years I spent cleaning, cooking, and doing her laundry because the maid was either sick, on her off days, or simply unavailable. A lot of it fell to me, and I endured it all.I marched into the house and was greeted by the maid. She looked up from her task, freezing the moment her eyes met mine. I e
Emily I arrived at the hospital and hurried inside the building, my heart pounding frantically since I’d heard the news. She couldn’t be pregnant for him, there was no possible way. I had suspected he was sleeping with her from the start, but everything seemed to shift when I was called to help him on the day he had the substance in his system. Alex had confirmed that he was given something that caused his intoxication, accompanied by heavy sleep. I knocked on his office door and waited a few seconds for a response, but there was none. Was he outside? Attending to a patient? Either way, I decided I could wait inside. I pushed the door open, but the room was empty. I walked further in and sat down to wait for him. That’s when I heard muffled sounds. Turning my attention to the source, I looked behind the bed. To my surprise, I saw a little child lying there. "Hey, are you sick?" I asked softly, walking up to her. She nodded in response, her small face pale and fragile. "I have