After comforting Sydney and ensuring she felt supported, I knew I had one more conversation to handle that night. I needed to talk to Max. As someone who’d been in my corner through thick and thin, he deserved to know about Aiden's betrayal and how it unraveled. I left Sydney's apartment with a renewed sense of purpose and headed straight to Max's place. The night air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heated emotions swirling inside me. When I arrived at Max's, he greeted me with a smile, though it faded quickly when he saw the serious expression on my face. "Spencer, what's going on? You look like you've been through a war," Max said, stepping aside to let me in. "In a way, I have," I replied, sinking into the familiar comfort of his living room couch. "I need to talk to you about something important." He took a seat across from me, his expression becoming serious. "Shoot. You know I'm always here for you." I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Aiden's be
** Spencer ** It was a brand new day for me and the best part of it was that the primary elections were around the corner - to be held precisely tomorrow. I have decided to join a political team today, announcing my interest to the public was the beginning of my plans to get back at Collins for what he did to Sydney. Collins knew that Sydney was pregnant the last take time that he had kidnapped her, yet he had the guts to torture her and suffer her for his selfish purposes. He would be pissed off if he sees me in the political game but he deserves to be picked on too.The team I was going to join was already waiting for him in the conference room where the meeting was going to be held."We are honored to see you here, Spencer Martins," Daniel, the team leader, acknowledged my presence. "Thank you for the acceptance, Daniel," I responded to him.The others stood up as Daniel introduced them to me one after the other. There was Lucas, the coordinator who would be in charge of organiz
The primary election was finally here. The moment that I have been waiting for has arrived. Daniel and the rest of the team carried out their tasks respectfully and to my surprise, my banner and billboard advertisement were all over the city. I have never been so proud of such an achievement. "I saw your adverts on the news this morning. To be honest, I'm proud of you, son. Now, it's time to take over LA City and rule it as it should be ruled," my mother said to me, a few minutes before I left for the election. "Thanks, mom. I wouldn't have done it if Collins had not overstepped his boundaries with me. I'm beginning to enjoy it now and I hope it pains him the most," I said. "Of course, he will be pained by it. Lee and Collins hate being overshadowed because it is one thing they never expect from anyone. Unfortunately, your father did it to Lee the wrong way and Lee had his way later on. But I am glad that you are doing this well, congratulations in advance!" "Thank you. Don't worr
The party came to an end to my ultimate relief. It was already dark and I remembered that Sydney told me that Lydia would be going to work that night and she would be all alone. I wanted to stay with her and keep her company until Lydia was back and I promised her that she was going to see me tonight. I greeted some dignitaries again before heading out with my team. Everyone was exhausted since it was a long day for all of us. "The main election should be held in a few weeks so we have to step up in our work. From tomorrow, Alexander and Monique will start making the necessary arrangements to kick off your first campaign," Daniel said to me. "Alright. Everyone should keep me informed on any updates, okay?" "Alright. I guess Max will be dropping you off," Daniel said when he saw Max at the front, waiting for me patiently. "Yes. Good night," I said to him and went to meet Max, "Thank you for coming out to pick me up," I said. "You look exhausted. Anyways, congratulations on
** Sydney** The best feeling this morning is waking up in the arms of the person I love - Spencer Martins. Our bodies were entwined together with our hands holding each other tight, my head resting on his chest. The rays of the morning sun reflected on my face as I stirred up from my peaceful sleep, Spencer held me tight as he tried to prevent me from getting up from bed. "Come on, I really need to get up and you too. Lydia will be back home anytime soon and it won't be nice to see you stark naked on our bed," I muttered in his ears. He chuckled and finally let me go. I jumped out of bed and went to take a shower. Spencer knocked lightly on the door and I opened it. "What are you doing here?" I asked him jokingly. "I want to bathe with you," he said.I allowed him to enter inside and he held my baby bump gently, rubbing on my bellybutton. "Soon, our baby will be strong enough to come out into this world," he muttered into my ears.I liked how he referred to the baby a
I sat uncomfortably at the restaurant while waiting for Aiden to come. Deep down in my heart, I just hoped that Lydia's idea was going to work well as she had said. The last thing I wanted to do was to create another chaos, it would be a bad thing to happen to us. Aiden arrived, his eyes were sunken inside from crying too much. I felt a lot of pain for him but I had to keep my composure intact. "Sydney, I'm glad that you still want to see my face after everything that had happened back then," he said to me and tried to hold my hands but I stopped him from going so before he could even reach out to touch them. "I called you here to discuss something brief with you, Aiden. I know that you won't believe me and I'm not expecting you to believe me but I have to come clean with you," I started to say. "What's going on, Sydney? I hope that you are okay?" he asked, looking very concerned about me. "I'm pregnant. I found out that I was already two months gone before our anniversary. I was
** Collins ** There was a bitter silence in the tea room today, there was nothing worse than a bitter victory which was led by me. I was happy that I was the first on the list, just like old man Lee had promised me but it wasn't enough. Spencer had taken the third place on the list which means that the competition between us continues in a tougher arrangement than how it was supposed to be. He might outshine me if I'm not careful enough. After all, is that not the reason why he had joined politics all of a sudden and decided to be a pain in my neck? "This can't be happening," I said out loud. The silence was becoming too much for me to bear, I had to speak up before the burdens of my thoughts would weigh me down. "This is all your fault, Collins. You had one task to do which was to eliminate Spencer so you wouldn't have strong competition in this election, but you failed to accomplish the little task that was given to you and here you are, groaning out in frustration over what
"Your name is Morgan, right?" I asked her when I saw her in the garden. She was picking a flower and sniffing it, a typical thing that every girly lady did. "Yes, sir," she replied and kept her head down. I examined her from head to toe. She did not look dangerous, rather she looked more harmless but with an aura of cunningness. She looked completely relatable but gave out that 'do not trust me' vibe. "You don't have to call me sir. Feel free to call me by my name, Collins." "Okay, Collins," she said. "Where do you come from?" I asked her. Maybe it was the proper thing for me to have this conversation with her, and get to know her and her motives better. Alan might have been blindly attached to her, which was one mistake to make if she was an enemy or a spy. I had to be sure that everyone was making the right decision and accepting Morgan was not a total waste of our time. "I came from a small town, it's nameless though, and is located on the outskirts of the city," she r
** Sydney ** The day had finally arrived. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe. The white dress I wore was a dream, elegant and simple, yet breathtaking in its detail. The lace sleeves hugged my arms, and the fabric flowed down like a waterfall, pooling gently at my feet. I could hardly believe it was me. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day I would marry Spencer—the man who had walked into my life at a time when I needed him the most, and the man I had grown to love more than I ever thought possible. The past few months had been a whirlwind, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us. There was a knock at the door, and Lydia, my best friend and now my maid of honor, peeked her head in. “You ready?” she asked with a grin. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, my voice shaking sli
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney ** I had thought about it for days before deciding to make the trip to see Joyceline. Part of me had wanted to avoid her altogether, to leave everything she had done in the past where it belonged—behind me. But there was another part, the part that needed closure, that needed to confront her, not out of anger or vengeance, but to finally put everything to rest. The drive to the jail was long, giving me too much time to think. As I parked the car and walked inside, my heart beat steadily in my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or resolve. It felt surreal, walking into this place, knowing that the woman who had once been my friend had turned against me in such a cruel way. They led me through the dimly lit hallways to a small room, separated by a pane of glass. Joyceline would be brought in soon, and I would finally face her. I sat down on the cold metal chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table as I waited. When she entered, escorted by
** Sydney ** The pen trembled slightly in my hand as I hovered over the final line of the divorce papers. It was surreal to think that after everything, it was finally coming to an end. My marriage to Aiden—the lies, the manipulation, the deceit—was all about to be over with one stroke of a pen. I let out a deep breath and pressed the ink down, signing my name for the last time as his wife. It was done. I was free. I sat back in my chair, feeling both a weight lift off my chest and a strange emptiness settle in its place. It wasn’t like I was sad to see Aiden go. In fact, I was relieved. But the reality of it all—how much I had endured, how much I had fought for, only to end up here—left me feeling raw, exposed. “You alright?” Spencer’s voice cut through my thoughts, gentle but concerned. He was sitting across from me, his eyes soft as he watched me. I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah. It’s just… surreal.” He reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a comfortin
** Spencer ** “Sydney, we need to talk about this now,” I said. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to hold back more tears. “I just… I don’t know what to do or say now.” I gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Sydney. You’re strong. And whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you. Always.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and for a moment, the tension in the room lifted. We sat there in silence, just the two of us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay again. I stayed close to Sydney, watching as the emotions played across her face. Her eyes, once filled with hurt and confusion, softened slightly as the reality of everything settled in. I could see the exhaustion in her, both from the ordeal with Aiden and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on ever since he came back into her life. For a moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I just held her hand, letting the sil
Spencer’s POV I lost track of time after they took Sydney in. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in, and the ticking of the clock in the waiting room was deafening. I kept pacing, back and forth, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if the drug Joyceline gave her had lasting effects? What if the baby was harmed? Every minute felt like a lifetime. Max had come by earlier, sitting with me for a bit before he had to head out. His presence had been grounding, but now I was alone, back to circling the room. The nurses occasionally gave me sympathetic looks, but none of them had any answers. I ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the waiting room swung open. I spun around, my heart pounding as the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. I rushed up to him before he could even say a word. “How is she? Is Sydney okay? And the bab
**Spencer** The tension in the police van was palpable, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence as we raced toward the location Collins had texted me. My hands were clenched tight, knuckles white from the grip I had on my phone. The moment the message had come through, I knew this was it—this was where Joyceline was holding Sydney. A sense of dread had been eating at me ever since I found out what Joyceline had planned. I should have seen it coming. After all, she was never one to back down, especially not when it came to getting what she wanted. But this… this was insane, even for her. I glanced at the police officers sitting beside me, their faces grim and focused. They had been briefed, and they knew how delicate this situation was. Sydney was pregnant, and any wrong move could not only endanger her but also the baby. The head of the task force, Officer Richards, looked over at me. “We’re almost there. Stay calm, Martin. We’ll handle this.” I nodded, swallowin
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree