Tears poured down Electra's face as she listened, her eyes wide with shock and sadness. She quickly rushed to her room, overwhelmed with emotion. Mrs. Scofield watched her go, taking a deep breath before turning to Knoxville. "You should go after her," she said gently.Knoxville nodded and followed Electra to her room. He stood at the door, hesitant to enter, but Electra's heartbreaking sobs changed his mind. He quietly stepped inside, finding Electra sitting on the bed, her body shaking with tears.Knoxville approached her slowly, his eyes filled with regret. "I am really sorry, Electra. Please forgive me," he pleaded, his voice soft and sincere.Electra stood up, her eyes red and puffy, and threw her arms around Knoxville. She buried her face in his chest, crying uncontrollably as Knoxville held her close, offering comfort and support.Electra's words tumbled out in a sorrowful rush, her voice cracking with emotion as she cried. "Why did you hide such things from me? How could you m
Knoxville and Electra stood vigilantly by Mr. Rodriguez's bedside, their eyes fixed on the fragile form lying before them. The life support machine beeped steadily, its tubes and wires snaking around Mr. Rodriguez's face and body, a stark reminder of the precariousness of his condition.Knoxville's eyes welled up with tears, but he fought to maintain a strong facade, unwilling to give in to his emotions. Electra, sensing his distress, reached out and took his hand in hers. "He's going to be okay," she said softly, her voice a gentle balm to Knoxville's frazzled nerves.Knoxville's voice cracked as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I pray he was, I wished a miracle happened. I used to be a doctor, and I know when it gets to this stage, it's always a 70/30 survival rate, but I still don't want to believe it," he cried, his eyes brimming with tears.Electra's grip on his hand tightened, her voice firm but gentle. "Come on, stop saying that," she urged, as if trying t
Days had passed since the devastating announcement of Mr. Rodriguez's death, and Knoxville was still reeling from the news. He had tried to put on a brave face, but the pain of his loss lingered, making it hard for him to shake off the sadness.Seeking solace, Knoxville had isolated himself in his room, but the memories of his dad haunted him. He decided to take a break and headed to the bar, hoping to drown his sorrows in a beer. However, as he reached for the bottle, Electra appeared out of nowhere and snatched it from his hand."You have an allergy to alcohol, when are you ever going to stop?" she scolded, her eyes flashing with concern.Knoxville looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "I just want to numb up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Electra's expression softened, and she reached out to take his hand. "Come with me. All you need right now to forget this and move on is to go on a walk," she said, her voice gentle and reassuring.Together, they walked out of the hou
The somber atmosphere of the funeral was palpable as Electra stood beside Knoxville, holding their daughter, little Gladys. They were paying their last respects to the late Mr. Rodriguez, surrounded by mournful faces and the soft murmur of condolences. Just as they were about to take their leave, a commotion at the entrance caught their attention.A woman, dressed in a elegant black dress, walked into the room with grandeur, holding the hand of a little boy who looked to be around five years old. Electra and Knoxville's eyes widened in surprise as they realized it was Helena. Knoxville's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to ask her what she was doing there, but he didn't want to cause a scene, especially not at a funeral.Helena walked up to them, her high heels clicking on the floor, and stood on Knoxville's left-hand side. She flashed him a warm smile before turning her attention to the little boy. "Gideon, let's pay our last respects to Grandpa," she said, her voice low and soot
Knoxville I glared at Helena, my eyes blazing with incredulity and anger. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed, my voice low and menacing. I paced the living room, feeling the urge to lash out at her, to knock her to the ground and make her understand the gravity of her actions. But I restrained myself, barely. I was not a man who hit women, but Helena constantly pushed me to the limits of my patience and self-control. She made me question my own moral code, made me wonder if there were exceptions to the rules, if some people were so toxic, so destructive, that they deserved to be taken down a peg.I stopped pacing and turned to face her, my eyes boring into hers. "Why now?" I demanded, my voice cracking with anger. "Why, when everything was going good between Electra and me? You always seem to know exactly when to strike, exactly when to cause the most damage. You're like a viper, striking without warning, without mercy." I took a step closer to her, my fists clenched at my sides. "Y
Knoxville "Are you?" Electra asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Because it feels like this is all on purpose. You said it yourself. You are still in love with my boyfriend. There's nothing really stopping you from lying," she pointed out, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at Helena.I felt a surge of frustration and anxiety as I paced the room, trying to wrap my head around the situation. "I'm not," Helena protested, her voice trembling. "Please, let Knox take care of his child. Don't be wicked," she begged, her eyes welling up with tears.But I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. I knew Helena was a vindictive woman who would stop at nothing to hurt Electra and destroy our relationship. But what if, for the first time in her life, she was telling the truth? What if this child really was mine? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I felt my mind reeling with the implications. I stopped pacing and turned to Helena, my eyes searching for any sign of deception. But
I paced back and forth in the room, my legs shaking with anticipation. I wasn't exactly the poster boy for punctuality, but I was definitely never late, and if I was, it was only a couple of minutes. The waiting was killing me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness.But I knew I had nothing to worry about. The DNA results would be here any minute, and I was confident that they would prove Helena's claims to be false. I would finally be able to kick her out of my life and focus on nurturing my relationship with Electra.The thought of being free from Helena's drama and manipulation was exhilarating. I could already imagine the sense of relief and peace that would wash over me once she was gone. And I knew that Electra would be relieved too - she had been a rock for me throughout this whole ordeal, and I was grateful for her unwavering support.Just as I was starting to think that the wait was going to kill me, I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I rea
Electra's voice broke the silence, her tone laced with concern. "Well, what does it say?" she asked, taking a step closer to me, her eyes searching mine for answers.I glanced up at Electra, my stomach tight with a mix of emotions. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with concern and a hint of fear. "Knox?" she asked, her voice seeming to echo from a distance.But I couldn't respond, my mind reeling with the implications of the DNA results. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.Electra's voice grew more insistent, her words pulling me back to reality. "Knox? Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers.Without waiting for a response, Electra reached out and gently pulled the document from my hands. Her eyes scanned the page, and her face went pale, her expression mirroring the shock and disbelief that I felt."Are any of you going to tell us what's going on or are you both going to continue acting dramatic?" Maxw
EPILOGUE Author's POV "Take him away_" Knoxville told the cops. Maxwell never imagined that something like this would ever happened. Of course he had been uncomfortable beginning from when his uncle, Lionel left. "I know he was up to something" he said inwardly. "I want you to know that the battle is over and there's nothing you can do this time; or it's there anything you want to do?" Knoxville asked Maxwell mockingly. He couldn't help but feel a crushing sense of disappointment and frustration, as he reflected on the fact that his tireless efforts and unwavering dedication had ultimately been for naught, seeing that he had failed to achieve his goal, despite the countless hours, sleepless nights, and sacrifices he had made, and the realization was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving him wondering what could have been done differently, and struggling to come to terms with the stark reality of his unfulfilled aspirations. Maxwell felt like he'd been punch in the gut. But he's determ
Author's POV All eyes were on Knoxville immediately he stepped into the hall and shouted "stop". The room fell silent, with all heads turned towards the sudden interruption. Maxwell's face turned pale, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He never expected that despite all his plans, Knoxville would have the guts to come stop the wedding."What's this son of a bitch up to?" Maxwell asked himself. "Do he knows that just a command from me, his beloved daughter is gonna be dead." Of course Maxwell is supposed to walk him down the aisle but then, if he should forgive him for that, would he also forgive him for trying to stop the wedding?"Is he trying to stop the wedding?" He asked himself again. "He better don't make a scene here and if he does, I won't take it easy with him.As Maxwell stood frozen, a multitude of thoughts swirled through his mind, a cacophony of emotions ranging from anxiety to anger, but despite the turmoil brewing within him, he was reluctantly waiting to hear what K
Chapter Author's POV Feeling really irritated by all that's happening, Knoxville walked out of the hall. Just as he came out of the hall, he got into his car and was about driving away when his phone rings.As he glanced at the screen of his phone, his eyes widened in surprise, and he was taken aback, his mind racing with a flurry of questions, seeing that an unknown number was calling him, the sudden and unexpected interruption sparking a sense of curiosity and trepidation within him, as he wondered, who could it be, a wrong number, or perhaps someone from his past, a mysterious stranger, or a friend he hadn't heard from in years, the possibilities swirled in his head like a vortex, as he hesitated, his thumb hovering over the answer button, unsure whether to respond or let it go to voicemail.And then, he decided not to pick the call. Right now, he has a lot of things in his mind he needs to solve this puzzle before it becomes too late.Just as he put the car key in the ignition,
Author's POV As she rushed out of the hospital in haste, her feet pounding the pavement in a frantic bid for escape, the man who'd saved her life moments before suddenly appeared beside her, his long strides effortlessly keeping pace with her frantic dash, and with a gentle yet firm grasp, he reached out and pulled her to himself, spinning her around to face him, his eyes locking onto hers with a deep concern. She's panting but she knows she has no time to start explaining stuffs, she can't afford to allow this grow from bad to worst."What's going on?" He asked her, his voice low and urgent, yet laced with a warmth that seemed to wrap itself around her very being."I don't have time for this." She told him impatiently."Don't you think you need some rest? You're just recovering and so, it's best you just stay here for maybe a few days." He told her."I wish I can," she shrugged her shoulders."You wish you can? What do you mean?" He asked her."I just realised that I made a mistake
The machine beeped softly in the hospital room, and Helena's eyes fluttered open. She was met with a blurry haze, but as her vision cleared, she saw the sterile white walls and the various medical devices surrounding her. Confusion etched her face as she tried to piece together her memories. The last thing she remembered was the searing pain of Maxwell's blade sinking into her flesh. She had thought it was the end for her.But here she was, alive and breathing. Helena's gaze drifted to the machines attached to her body, and she weakly attempted to remove the oxygen tube from her nose. A firm but gentle hand stopped her."You shouldn't risk your health," a cheerful voice said, accompanied by the sound of rustling fabric as the speaker moved closer.Helena's eyes shifted to the speaker, and she was taken aback by the energetic man standing beside her bed. His bright blue eyes sparkled with warmth, and his messy brown hair added to his endearing and lively demeanor.Helena's voice was ba
Electra stood frozen, her gaze locked on her reflection in the mirror. The stunning wedding gown hugged her curves perfectly, the delicate lace and intricate embroidery sparkling in the soft light of the fashion house. But despite the manager's compliment, Electra's face remained somber, her eyes welling up with tears.The memory of her first wedding dress fitting, seven years ago in Knoxville, came flooding back. She had been young, in love, and full of hope. That marriage had been a beautiful chapter in her life, one she cherished deeply. But now, as she prepared to marry again, she felt trapped and uncertain."Ma'am, shouldn't you be happy you're getting married?" the manager asked, her voice tinged with concern.Electra ignored her, reaching for a tissue to wipe away the tears streaming down her face. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and haunted. She wasn't mourning her past, but rather, she was resigned to a future she didn't want. Circumstances had forced
Knoxville POV The past few days had been a never-ending nightmare since Gladys's kidnapping. I had exhausted every possible lead, every connection, every resource to find her, but it seemed like a futile effort. The desperation was eating away at me, and I could feel the weight of my failure bearing down on me.I had tried to reason with Electra, to convince her that we could find our daughter without giving in to Maxwell's demands. At first, she had seemed willing to listen, but as the hours ticked by, she had become increasingly agitated, eventually giving in to Maxwell's instructions. Her words still haunted me: "I'll kill myself if anything happens to Gladys."I had called Henry into my office, instructing him to gather all the necessary documents for the company and the house. I was willing to give it all up, to sacrifice everything for the sake of my daughter. I had another option, a backup plan. I could always join my other company, the one mother had left for me, which was in
Helena drove straight to Maxwell's house, her anger and desperation simmering just below the surface. She slammed the car door shut and stormed into the living room, her eyes blazing with fury.Maxwell was sitting comfortably on the couch, watching TV with a calm, detached expression. Helena's anger boiled over at the sight of him relaxing while their son fought for his life.She rushed towards him, her voice trembling with rage. "So you have the nerves to watch movies while your son is fighting for his life?" she demanded, her words dripping with venom.Maxwell scoffed, his expression unrepentant, and he turned back to the TV, dismissing her. "What's the point of getting worked up? It's not like it's going to change anything," he said, his voice cold and detached."I am talking about my son here, our son!" Helena shouted, her voice echoing through the room, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt.Maxwell's expression turned calculating, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Don't y
Helena burst out of the doctor's office, her face etched with worry, and hastily grabbed her phone to dial Maxwell's number. Her hands trembled as she waited for him to answer.Maxwell picked up immediately, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and concern. "Why haven't you been picking up my calls? Don't you know our initial plans?" he asked, but Helena cut him off, her voice shrill with panic."I don't have time for that!" she shouted, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "Come to the hospital right away! Your son's been in an accident, and the doctor just said he needs a blood transfusion!" Helena's voice cracked, the fear of losing her son palpable as she struggled to hold back tears."Why now?" Maxwell asked, his tone detached and uncaring.Helena's confusion turned to incredulity. "Why do you mean why now?" she asked, her voice laced with growing anger.Maxwell's response sent Helena's anger boiling over. "Why would you let him get into an accident at a time like this?"