FRED'S HOMEChantel paced around the living room, waiting impatiently for Fred to return so they could discuss everything she had planned for their wedding.She had tried calling Kate multiple times, but her calls went unanswered. Avery was unavailable too—off to meet her husband.Where was the whole family when there was a wedding to plan?Frustrated, she took her phone and dialed his number again, but he still wasn’t picking up.In a fit of rage, she threw her phone to the floor and screamed, “That bastard! How dare he not come home?”A sudden thought struck her, and she gasped. “Oh my God! What if he’s with that slut? Oh no! If I don’t get pregnant, she won’t either!”“ It can't happen! It will never happen! " Determined, she rushed out to her car, intent on heading to his office.*****THE ELEVATORBethany had been trapped in the elevator for almost 20 minutes, and her mind was racing.She banged on the elevator walls, yelling, “Help! Somebody, get me out of here! Get me out!”Fr
They glanced at each other for a moment, tension thick between them, before returning to their problems.Bethany bent to pick up her phone, her shaky hands fumbling as she clutched it tightly against her chest. Fred dialed a number with swift precision, his jaw tight as he spoke into the phone.Fred exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. “I know I said 48 hours,” he barked, his voice low and urgent, “but I need to get out of here. Now.” His words resounded in the small space, leaving Bethany frozen in her corner, her wide eyes darting toward him.Suddenly, the elevator doors parted with a soft chime. Standing in the doorway was Natalie, her blonde hair perfectly styled, an apple in her hand. She took a slow bite, her lips curling into a smirk.“You two didn’t even last an hour..amateurs,” Natalie said, her voice dripping with mockery. Her sharp heels clicked as she stepped aside, gesturing for them to exit. Fred shot her a glare as he brushed past, not bothering to respond.“A than
NEXT MORNING9 PMBethany was still shaken by what had happened yesterday. It was a hard choice to go to the office, but it wasn't up to her. She had to keep moving forward, even if it felt like the world was collapsing around her.She stepped out of her house and then noticed Ariel standing by her car, checking the trunk across the road.Confused, Bethany approached her a few steps forward and called out, “Do you need any help?”Ariel didn't respond. She continued inspecting her trunk with a focused look.Bethany muttered under her breath, “Your loss,” and turned to walk back to her car. But just as she was about to open the door, she saw Jason jump out of the car, dressed for school. He walked toward Ariel and appeared to be rubbing his stomach, almost as if he were hungry. He spoke to her, but Bethany couldn’t make out the words. Then, she saw Ariel yelling at him and he entered back into the car.Furious, Bethany stormed over and cleared her throat, placing her hand on her hip.
Suddenly, the last button was pressed and automatically he had been eliminated from the group.Fred was dumbfounded, his mind racing as he tried to process Natalie’s sudden change of heart. He couldn’t believe his step-sister could do something like this to him.Though she came from a family known for backstabbing and betrayal, Natalie had always been different—even more so than her twin brother, Dean.Could this be connected to what she said earlier in the hospital? Should he believe her?Dean snapped him out of his thoughts, jabbing his finger into Fred’s shoulder. “Finally… the little rat ate a bad snack and now has come crawling to me!”Fred felt disgust rise in him at Dean’s words, but he didn’t for a second take his eyes off Natalie, who had already removed her gaze from his.“Natalie… Why did you press that button?” His voice cracked as he took a step toward her, desperate for answers. But before he could get close, Dean shoved him back.“Stay away from my sister! You’ve brain
Fred tilted his head to see Dean standing before him with a grin on his face that was annoying to the core."I see you're already sulking in your loss. How did the raid of the hotel go?" Dean taunted.Fred clenched his hand into a fist and stood up to face him.But then Dean chuckled and put a finger on his chin, "Oh, I'm sorry. You couldn't be at the office because you'll be angry at your elimination!""Shut your fucking mouth. Who the hell let you in here?" Fred questioned, his face contorted with anger.Dean clicked his tongue and didn’t answer until his gaze met Bethany, whose innocent eyes were piercing into his.He said softly and started to take a few steps towards her, "Beth... You shouldn't be here!"Fred blocked his path and sneered, "Get back. If you go near her, I swear I'll kill you."He licked his lips and averted his gaze to Fred, "Haven't you hurt her enough? Does she need to be dragged into every one of our messes? You don't deserve her...""Hey..." Before Fred could
5 MINUTES LATERDean entered the sitting room with a smile on his face. He raised his gaze to see Bethany and Natalie staring out the window, watching the horses."Well... I'm back! You can leave!" Dean said in a low tone.Natalie nodded and was about to leave when he held her hand and whispered in her ear, "Tell her anything, and they will be dead!"She flinched, pulling her hand away from his, and kissed her teeth before walking out."So... you like the horses?" he asked, watching them together.She replied weakly, "Yeah.""You know... I could stare at your beauty all night long. If you listen to my demands now, there's a possibility I would reopen the hotel!"She raised her gaze and replied impatiently, "Really? Can you do that now? I hope you aren’t pulling my leg!""I can never, Bethany. Trust me, the hotel will be back in my hands. This is my way of showing loyalty and honesty!"Her gaze softened, and she asked, "So... what's the offer?"*****7 PMHer day was spent in Dean's ma
FLASHBACK: 2 YEARS AGODEMAY SUPERMARKET Dean crouched behind a car, his gaze fixed on Bethany as she loaded bags of items into her car. He took a look at a photo of her on his phone and caressed the screen. "Don't worry, love... We'll be together soon!" he whispered, his voice filled with longing. Soon, he called a number and said. "She's trying to pack her things in the car. Be a stranger now and help her!" He hung up the call, and immediately, the man he hired had already arrived there and was helping her. "Until you're under my roof, I'll always be your watchman!" He said with a grin across his face.Just then, Natalie startled him, and he turned around to see her glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "You're doing this again. Stalking that innocent woman?" She said, concern laced in her words.Dean rolled his eyes and bit his lip as his gaze landed on Bethany's curvy body. "Nah, bro. If she was that innocent, she wouldn't have lured me in!" Natalie's expression twi
NEXT MORNINGBethany woke up at 7 am, her body automatically rising at the same time every day. She rubbed her temples, trying to alleviate the throbbing pain. Memories of the previous day flooded her mind.She got out of bed and began getting ready for work. The hotel had reopened, and she was eager to start her day. As she opened the wardrobe, she was surprised to see a collection of clothes in her size."Huh…." She stared at the clothes in disbelief.She selected a suit jacket and trousers and placed them on the bed. After taking a shower, she came out wearing a towel wrapped around her body.Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. "You look hot!!" Dean's voice sent shivers down her spine.Bethany shrieked in fear and turned around to see Dean peeking out from the door. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?" She yelled, tightening the towel around her body.Dean's eyes roamed over her, his gaze making her uncomfortable. "What happened, sweetie? I can't come in!" He asked softly.
"Natalie! Natalie!!!" Natalie blinked multiple times, realizing she had been daydreaming about what she planned to do. But something didn’t feel right. She knew she had to do this, but she didn’t want to see her best friend taken away. "Are you okay, Natalie?" Fred asked for the umpteenth time. She pursed her lips and gazed at him, giving a slight nod. "Yeah… I'm fine." "Are you thinking about Bethany? If you are… don’t worry. She’ll be fine, back to her senses, and hopefully not all—" At the mention of Bethany, Natalie clenched her fists. "Really? I feel like you don’t want her to remember me… what we had as best friends!" Shaking his head violently, Fred scoffed. "Are you crazy?" He laughed. "I’m going crazy for my best friend! All I want to know is why you wouldn’t want her to remember her past!" Shocked, Fred leaned in. "Are we supposed to have this conversation?! Don’t you remember when Bethany wanted to kill herself because of her past? Or have you forgotten her
Fred's eyes softened as he processed Bethany’s words. Who are you?His brows furrowed, and he stepped closer. “You don’t know me?” he asked softly.Bethany gazed into his eyes, tilting her head. “No… Are you the doctor?”Jill let out an awkward laugh while tucking Bethany in. “Oh yes, honey, he’s the doctor. But you ought to know me! High school… your home… your parent figure?”Bethany responded without hesitation, leaving both of them stunned. “I… really don’t know who you are. Can… can I see Maria?” she asked weakly.Jill and Fred exchanged glances before Fred exhaled slowly, palming his forehead.“We’ll be back, honey!” Jill forced a smile before dragging Fred out of the ward.Once outside, Fred yanked his arm away. “Stop controlling me!” he snapped.“I am not controlling you! But you had better fix this mess. What the hell is wrong with you?” She stomped her foot, her eyes blazing. “I knew you were no good—juggling two sisters like they were a pair of juggling balls. Do you have a
**AT THE HOSPITAL** Fred tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for two things—Dean to be caught and Bethany’s condition to stabilize. He stood up from his chair and glanced over at Jill, who was busy applying makeup. She hadn’t changed one bit. How could she be so carefree when her daughter was in the hospital? Suddenly, the doctor approached. “Mr. Fred?” Fred tilted his head, his voice laced with worry. “Doctor! How is she? Is she okay?” The doctor sighed. “She’s stable, but her memories are groggy. The last thing you should do right now is remind her of her past, present, or future.” “Can I see her?” Jill interjected, taking what felt like ages to get to her feet. “Yes… yes, you can. But remember, follow the rules if you want her to recover properly.” “Okay… thank you, doctor.” Fred gave a warm smile, then walked toward the ward without sparing Jill a glance. Inside, Bethany lay on the hospital bed, IV drips attached to her fragile frame. Taking a deep breath, Fred
FLASHBACKFifteen-year-old Bethany was washing clothes, occasionally glancing at her mother, Jill, who was playing the role of a philanthropist—helping other women. They would come to their house, and Jill would hand them good clothes and money. But despite her mother's generosity, Bethany couldn't help but wonder why they still lived in near-poverty. Her mother wore expensive outfits, yet her father and she barely had enough to get by."Do a good job and come back for more. Don't you dare make me look bad. I trust you, sweetie!" Jill called out, waving goodbye to the women before turning toward Bethany.Bethany set the clothes aside, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched her mother approach, admiring the confidence she exuded."My pretty baby... You're going to inherit everything I have, and I couldn't be happier!" Jill beamed.A smile formed on Bethany's face. "Mom! Can I try on one of your dresses? I love how they feel on my body!"Jill arched a brow, her expression unread
OUTSIDE THE HOSPITALJohn was dragging Sarah’s hand outside as he came to a halt and pulled out his phone.Tired and frustrated, Sarah yanked her hand away and growled, “What the hell is wrong with you? What do you think you’re doing? And did you see that woman inside? Who wears a green shawl over a red dress? That’s a crime on its own.”Ignoring her, he fidgeted with his phone and kept dialing. His hands were shaking.“Why isn’t he picking up? Call him on your phone.”Sarah groaned and tried calling Dean, but the line wouldn’t go through. John was clearly panicking now. He ran a hand down his face and muttered, “We have to warn Dean. He shouldn’t be anywhere near the streets.”Frustrated, Sarah grabbed his collar and yelled, “For Bethany’s sake, tell me what’s going on! I thought Dean was scared of you. So why are you afraid of him?”John hesitated before answering, “Because… I’ve seen this before. Ten years ago, when he was in high school, he took my phone and connected himself to e
FLASHBACK: FIVE YEARS AGOBethany set the plate of food down on the dining table, her hands trembling slightly. Spaghetti and meatballs—Fred’s favorite. She knew it wasn’t the best meal for him before work, but she needed something from him.She glanced at the digital clock, tapping her foot impatiently. “Why is he taking forever? Sweetie, are you turning into a woman?” she called out mockingly.Sighing, she sat at the table, waiting. When Fred finally emerged, she blinked in surprise. He was wearing a pristine white suit—one she had never seen him wear before.“So? What do you think? Extravagant, right? I know, I know!” he laughed, twirling in place.Bethany pursed her lips. “Wow! You just pushed the word ‘bride’ right out of my mouth!”“Come on, Bethany. Be serious for once. My dad’s visiting the office today. I need to impress him and be on my best behavior.”Bethany bit her lip and stepped toward him, tugging on his collar. “Yes, baby. You rock that beautiful, sexy suit.”Fred smi
Bethany walked slowly, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she halted, her eyes darting around for Natalie. Funny enough, Natalie had promised to be with her. Yet she was nowhere in sight. A deep sigh escaped Bethany’s lips as she clenched her fingers. *Why does everything feel so wrong?* Fred always handled everything, but if he could lie about their son’s death, then he was capable of lying about anything. “But…I’m his mother. How could I not know the truth?”She was lost in thought when a voice jolted her back to reality. "Are you going to keep standing there?" Dean’s voice was sharp, impatient. "You’re his mother, aren’t you?" Bethany inhaled deeply, forcing herself to stay composed. "That’s not what I asked you to say. Do as you're told." A chuckle slipped past Dean’s lips as he leaned against the hospital wall, folding his arms. "Really? Now that you have my secret, you want to use it against me?" A smirk curled on Bethany’s lips as she turned to fa
Fred creased his brows, worry etched on his face as he yelled, “Natalie got kidnapped?!”Bethany's mouth fell open. “Oh my God! What happened?” she repeated in shock.The voice on the other end hesitated before correcting itself. “Wait… did I say Natalie? I meant to say your wife… Chantel has been kidnapped!”That stutter set off alarm bells. Clicking his tongue, Fred replied coolly, “Really? Are you willing to let her out for five million dollars?”The voice wavered. “Yeah… yeah… that’s already too—Um… I mean, you can send it to her account! I’m sorry… I mean, my account!”A chuckle escaped his lips, but his sneer carried more disdain than amusement. “Why don’t you tell her to go to hell because I would never, in my life, bail her out for a cent?”Disgusted, he hung up and scoffed, “I can’t believe that bitch is trying to get attention. Haven't I already landed in a mess because of her?”Bethany nodded violently. “Yeah… you have!” Then, with an urgent gesture, she pointed toward the
She couldn't believe her eyes. The letter stated:"The blood sample that was given by Miss Bethany is no match to Jason's. She's not the mother of the child. We'd like you to prevent this occurrence from happening because it might damage the hospital's reputation!""Oh my God!!!" Bethany screamed as she staggered back and dropped the letter.Fred's eyes widened as he saw the letter fall to the floor."Bethany... why did you check it?" He breathed and Dean appeared.Bethany's hands trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her words fumbling, "I... what are... are they saying? I'm not his mom?!"Dean's brows creased into a deep frown as he realized Bethany had seen the letter.Fred stepped closer, attempting to reach for her, but Bethany spun around, her voice shaky, "It... says... says I'm not his mom!"Before anyone could react, she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.******WARD 109Natalie adjusted her nurse's mask and cautiously entered the ward where her children lay. It had bee