"What do we do now?" Richard bawled as a knife through the expectant heavy silence that lay between them in choked tones.Shawn's fists were clenched, the knuckles white against his pale skin. His eyes did not leave the ground, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. His heart was pounding in his chest, weighed down by the weight of the situation. How had he missed it? How had he not known that Ava was carrying his child?His mother leaned into him now, her voice barely audible. "Shawn, I need you to listen to me. You must be strong now.""Strong?" Shawn's voice croaked, barely audible from his hoarse throat. "How can I? I-I should have known. I should have been more vigilant.” "You can't blame yourself for this," Diane whispered. "Now, we should be more worried about Ava. She'll be at more risk if she learns this truth, which she isn't prepared for.” Eleanor's face contorted with painful irony, clenching her hands together into which short gasps of breath came for the silent tears streamin
Early morning light filtered in softly through the blinds into the sterile hospital room. Eva slowly opened her eyes, and her sight finally cleared up, focusing on the brightness that had enveloped her. At last, her blurred vision clears and presents Shawn, seated at her bedside, staring with eyes heavy with sleep and burdened by an exhaustion inside him: deep concern lines were deeply trenched in his face."Good morning, sleepyhead," Shawn whispered softly, his voice almost too gentle, as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.Eva shifted a little, trying to sit up. Her body felt heavier than usual. "What happened? Why am I here?" she tried to utter through her hoarse throat."You fainted, sweetheart," Diane's voice came from beside him, laced with concern. She stood at the foot of the bed, her arms across her chest, tight with worry. "The doctor said you've been overworking yourself. He instructed you to rest for a week."Eva furrowed her brow and tried to make sense of
“Seriously, Ava.” Shawn laughed. “Do you think I'll be this calm and still be in my right mind, if you were dying ? Shawn asked, flashing a quick grin as he leaned back into the chair. It came out light, and teasing, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.Eva frowned. "You don't sound so calm to me," she crossed her arms, surveying him closely. "You've been hovering over me just like I'd break at any moment.“That's because you scared the hell out of me," Shawn repeated this time a little firmer. "You fainted, Ava. You rolled down an entire flight of stairs. Forgive me for being a little protective."Eva exhaled deeply, sinking into the couch. "I'm not made of glass, Shawn. You're all acting like I can't do anything on my own anymore. It's suffocating me.”Shawn puffed hard from pursed lips, his jaw working. "We're just trying to make sure you're alright.""I am all right," Eva said, on a puff of air, pushing herself off from the couch. "And I'm going to prove it to you."Sh
Shawn's fingers firmed over his phone as his father's firm voice resounded through it."Shawn, the partnership presentation with Edward Langston is all that matters now," Henry Darlington said with no single streak of leniency. "You should nail the details and get the team ready. This deal isn't big for you; it's gigantic for the company.""I know, Dad," Shawn replied, pacing up and down in his room. "I have already prepared a draft presentation. I'll discuss it with the team first thing in the morning.""Good," Henry said, "Remember, Victor will stop at nothing to steal this deal from us. You can't afford even the slightest slip-ups."His expression changed; the moment his uncle's name cropped up, his face hardened. Victor Darlington had always seemed to him that one thorn in his way of success, somebody always staying one step ahead by pushing other people down and by guile. "Don't worry, I can handle it.""You better," Henry snapped. "I'm counting on you, Shawn."The screen was bla
Shawn leaned against his desk, running a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "This doesn’t make any sense," he muttered under his breath.Dean stepped into the office, carrying a stack of reports. "Are you okay, boss? You look like you’ve seen a ghost" Dean said, placing the files on the desk.Shawn’s eyes snapped up. "Dean, has anyone been in my office since yesterday? Think carefully."Dean frowned, his arms across his chest. "Nobody. The cleaning crew doesn't go into locked offices and I was here late tonight finishing reports. Your office was locked tight when I left.""Then can you explain how the plan presentation got missing," Shawn snapped, slamming a drawer closed.Dean's eyes opened wide. "Missing? You don't think it might be just hidden inside another file.”"I didn't lose it," Shawn growled. "I locked it in my desk drawer. It's gone, Dean. Somebody's taken it."Dean furrowed his brow at the thought of such a possibility. "Perhaps it was taken by one of t
"Madam Tess, I am not an invalid!" Eva fumed, standing in the door of the kitchen with her arms crossed. "I don't need a sitter."Madam Tess looked up from where she carefully arranged slices of freshly baked cake on a plate. "And I am not a babysitter, Miss Eva," she returned as she smiled warmly. "I'm here to help. Now sit down. You'll hurt yourself trying to do everything alone."Eva groaned but sat reluctantly at the dining table. "I can make my own snacks, you know.""But can you do them as good as this?" Madam Tess teased, setting the plate before Eva.Her eyes suspicious, Eva eyed the cake before taking a mouthful. The strong chocolate flavor dissolving inside her mouth had her eyes going wide, "Ok, you win this round," she mumbled over the mouthful.Madam Tess giggled, tugging the chair up and plopping her bottom down opposite Eva. "You really are the sweetest young woman to attend to. You really make things easier."Eva swallowed, raising an eyebrow. "You know, I wasn't exact
“Madam Tess, you’re a genius,” Eva said, taking another bite of the scrambled eggs. She set her fork down momentarily and looked at Shawn. “Seriously, these eggs are like… the best I’ve ever had.”Shawn smiled, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his coffee. "Glad you're enjoying her cooking," he said, the sound of relief lacing his tone. "Not sure how I would've handled this if you didn't have anyone here looking after you."Eva rolled her eyes at him, playfully. "I can look after myself, Shawn. But… I admit it's kind of nice not having to do everything myself for a change." She took another forkful; her eyes were twinkling with delight. "Madam Tess should franchise a restaurant.”"Maybe she should," Shawn replied, smiling, an edge in his voice only a person in tune with the minutest aspects of his being might notice, as the fact that all of life was slipping down between his fingers still bothered him. Eva, fully unaware of the storm brewing inside his head, continued, "S
Eva sat in her study room, fingers at the keyboard of her laptop, but miles away inside. All that kept occurring in her mind was the glimpse she had earlier seen of Madam Tess, who poured her pills from one bottle to another, and was adamant not to leave that easily.The creaking of the door as it swung opened dispelled her concentration. In a flash, she looked up and saw that Madam Tess was already standing at her door with the tray on her hand.Miss Ava, here's your pills, it just arrived from the hospital," Madam Tess said with an even calm tone though Eva sensed an undertone in her voice which she could hardly place. She gingerly placed the tray on the desk-the bottle of pills and the glass of water set carefully before her.Eva stared and stared at the bottle, as if it was forever, her heart thudding against her chest. Her eyes darted between Madam Tess and the pill bottle, failing to mask the suspicion in them. Her mind was a flurry of questions."What's wrong, Miss Ava?" the so
The Wadsley’s mansion was filled with tension. Shawn entered the room, his piercing eyes surveying those already seated in front of him at the table in a row down the long mahogany. His father, Henry Darlington sat opposite Richard Wadsley, who presided at the head of the table, tapping fingers on the wood in a deliberate rhythm, face with an impassive mask, and Ryan Wadsley leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and nodded to greet shawn.“I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting.” he bowed before settling down and didn’t waste any seconds before speaking. "We don’t have much time." His voice cut through the stifling silence. "Uncle Victor and Norman have been one step ahead of us for so long. That ends now."Henry's expression was resolute. "We already know all their plans. With Edward's recording, we've got Victor's confession. But that will never be enough. We need more evidence to expose them publicly in front of your grandfather.”Richard's teeth were firmly gritted. "My name and
Darlington's mansion loomed over him as Shawn grasped the steering wheel with hands tightly clenched, his mind thinking a mile a minute per second. He never imagined that he would find himself here today, but with everything that had just transpired in seconds ago, he had more pressing things to attend to. All he had to do was learn.The instant he drove into the driveway, he cut off the motor and stepped out, teeth gritted in a granite smile. Air was nearly as cold as ice as he strode up to the front door.A servant flung the door wide open for him before he would have gotten there on his own two pounding feet. "Welcome home, Mr. Darlington." The maid greeted with a smile on her face.Shawn tried to greet back with a smile, but he wasn’t in the mood and he couldn’t fake it."Where's my father?" he asked immediately.Her expression changed at his cold demeanour. She could instantly tell that he was in a bad mood."Your father is in his study," She said.Shawn remained silent. He st
The ride home was silent as Ryan drove Ava home in her carAva's knuckles were whitening as her fist clenched on her laps. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she thought about what she was going to face when she got home.Ryan gripped tightly on the steering wheel, jaws clenched in a hard line. He was furious and seething, but beneath the anger was something else. He was supposed to be angry and yelling at her, but all he felt was pity for her.She could feel it also, she hated being treated like that- being vulnerable and pitied but that was the only thing she could hold on to now."Are you ready?" Ryan finally said, rolling up in front of the Wadsley house. The house loomed above, the lights flickered through the windows but not stopping the storm raging in Ava's brain.Her head was spinning, she let out in a soft tone "No." She shivered, her voice quivering. "But do I have a choice?”Ryan sighed and relaxed back into his seat. "You always have a choice in every decision,
There was heavy tension in the room, as Shawn's burning gaze was focused on Ava. His eyes sucked the air out of her lungs, and she stood stil with a wide eye, trembling in fear with her fist clenched on both sides."What the bloody hell are you doing here with Norman?" Shawn's tone sliced the air like a sharp blade.Ava flinched at his voice, and she stepped back, still trembling. "I—I can explain," she whispered.Shawn's face went cold. "You better have a good explanation for this."Ava's knees wobbled under her. She didn't know how much he heard or where to start her explanation from. "I didn't mean to do any of it, Shawn." she moved closer to him with tears in her eyes, hoping it would make him pity her. "I was used and manipulated by them. I swear– I would never betray you on purpose. Please believe me.”“Used and manipulated?" Shawn let out a bitter chuckle."That's your excuse?"Ava's heart crushed. He didn’t believe her. "I was scared! I was trapped and didn't know what to do.
Ava wiped her tears and shot a glare at samantha. “You knew about this too?”"Oh, come on, Ava," Samantha teased. "Don't be stupid now. We were business partners. I had no idea about your secret one night stand. I became partners with Norman after your father threatened to ruin my career, because he wanted to protect his beloved family reputation.”Ava went pale and her head spun. She thought samantha really cared about her when she advised her and helped her to get shawn back, but she had came to her with ulterior motives, and Norman was behind her all along. "You joined hands with Norman to hurt me. I've done nothing to deserve this from you, Sam.” She said with tears pouring down her eyes.Norman stepped closer, with a firm expression. “Don't play the victim here, Ava. You did everything you did for yourself. It was for your own selfish needs.”Ava wiped her tears and shot him a death glare "What are you saying?""Don't play dumb with us," Samantha cut in, "Yes, it was part of my
It was already dark when Ava stepped out of her car. The secluded building stood at the outskirts of the area and she had to walk there. Her grip tightened on the big bag she was holding as she got to the door. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder one more time before twisting the door handle. The creak of the open door pushed the bitter scent of scorched cement and motor oil back into her nostrils. Samatha leaned her shoulders against a pile of crates, crossed arms, pursed lips curled into a crazed smile as she saw her. Norman Darlington, however, was sitting in a comfortably broken-in leather armchair in the far corner, whiskey sloshing back and forth between his fingers. A whirlwind of excitement churned in his head as Ava walked toward him.She did not even bat an eyelid. She raised the bag she was holding and slammed it on the table in front of Norman. "There," she spat. "There's the money you both asked for. Now stop this madness before my dad's company goes ban
Henry Darlington was on his phone in his home office when he received a message from one of his clients, Edward Langstone. It was a voice message, and he wondered what was in it. He stopped what he was doing and played the message. There were murmurs of far-off voices, glass clinking, and soft music playing a party, then a familiar voice came in. "Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington thought they were unstoppable and everyone else, or at least wished they were. They were just emotional fools. I sabotaged their business deal to ruin it in their faces, and they did not even know it was a sabotage. After all those years of friendship and partnership, it was so easy to break them apart. Without the support of each other, they are as good as weak, but my main target was Henry, I only wanted to remove Richard from the picture. “Wow, that's brilliant.” Another voice came in. “So how's the result going?” He chuckled. “Trust me, it's going great. Darlington Enterprises hanging by his fing
Ryan forced through the doors of Shawn's office without bothering to knock. His jaw was set in a line of urgency, his head a whirlwind of possibilities. The dim light inside the office cast shadows on Shawn's face, who sat behind his desk with his expression filled with controlled fury. The door slammed into the wall but shattered no portion of his stubborn fury. His fingers drummed slowly and deliberate over the fine polished wood. Ryan's pale blue eyes sparkled. "You said something about an emergency," he said, entering and closing the door. "What is it?” His voice was a little coarse and impatient Shawn exhaled, the weight of it coming down hard as it laid on his chest. He did not even look at Ryan, but instead allowed his eye to track the line of the desk in an attempt to put some sort of control on the anger in him. His tightened on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles whitened."Ava knows something.” Ryan's eyebrows sprang. "Knows something about what?"Shawn's head jerked
Ava shoved Shawn's brown front door wide open and took a deep breath, waiting there as the door creaked shut behind her. The day's activities hung heavy on her shoulders like a damp cape. And she couldn't wait to relax and have a good night's sleep. She walked in expecting to see Madam Tess all over the kitchen, but the house was quiet. It was at this time tonight that Madam Tess would be cleaning the kitchen and also preparing Shawn's study for his arrival from work. Her hand rested on the chill of the console table as she placed her handbag down. The reflex wasn't comforting. A cold, shivery scuttering feeling crawled down her spine as though someone was standing behind her, watching her.And she saw him.Shawn was at the bottom of the stairs, lit by the faint light of the hallway chandelier. One hand was in his sweatpants pocket, the other clumsily holding a tumbler of amber liquor. His eyes, which met hers, were dark and impenetrable.Ava's heart skipped a beat.She swallowed.