Kendall felt an increasing unease as she noticed the sprawling estate appeared especially cold and its grandeur seemed diminished. Her footfalls echoed loudly on the marble floors and high ceilings of the vast halls, with each step seeming to taunt her solitude. She had become adept at hiding her pregnancy, camouflaging it with baggy clothes and a rehearsed attitude. Nevertheless, despite her efforts, the weight of her secret continued to increase.Kendall carefully arranged her clothing to hide her condition. Everyday, she dressed in big shirts, baggy skirts, and airy dresses to conceal her growing midsection. Each garment was carefully selected to conceal her pregnancy as best as it could, yet the reality of her situation could not be entirely disguised. She started wearing a specific large, dark coat even in the heat to cover her expanding belly from curious looks.The spacious wardrobe in her room appeared to be her safe haven. It was filled with an array of garments—each one stra
Jason walked through the mansion, a rare brightness in his eyes. The deal he had been chasing for months was finally secured. The mansion, usually a backdrop to their emotionally barren marriage, now seemed to shimmer with his success.As soon as he stepped into the foyer, he called out "Kendall!" with a voice full of joy that echoed around. "You will be amazed!” The deal is done!”Kendall emerged from the kitchen, her face carefully masked with a smile. “That’s amazing news, Jason! I’ve been waiting to hear it.”Jason approached her with enthusiasm, giving her a quick, almost mechanical hug. “I’m thrilled! This calls for a celebration. Let’s make it special.”Kendall’s smile remained, though it felt strained. “Absolutely. Let’s make this night memorable.”They moved to the dining area, where Kendall had prepared a modest meal. As they began to eat, Jason’s excitement was evident. “You wouldn’t believe the tension. We were on the edge of losing it, but I managed to pull it off.”Kenda
Jason's eyes quickly opened to the gentle, penetrating dawn light coming through the curtains. His head was pounding, a result of the mix of stress and fatigue he experienced the day before. As he gradually started to notice his environment, a strong feeling of unease gripped him. Turning his head, he discovered Kendall resting next to him, her serene face completely unaware in slumber.He was temporarily unable to move due to his disbelief. Sitting up suddenly, his heart pounding, he attempted to reconstruct the scattered memories from the night before. Something felt off as he noticed the glass of water on the nightstand and the strange weight in his limbs.Jason hurriedly reviewed the terms of the contract, particularly emphasizing the key rule: no physical intimacy. Their arrangement was clear; any deviation was a breach of trust and agreement. He moved his legs over the side of the bed with abrupt and restless motions.Kendall stirred next to him, her eyes opening with a blink as
The faintly illuminated space in Thane's personal workspace exuded a sense of peaceful focus. Thick velvet curtains prevented the city lights from entering, while the gentle sound of the air conditioning provided a calming, almost mesmerizing atmosphere. Thane sat back in his leather chair, fingers clasped under his chin, watching Isabella pace anxiously around the room."Isabella," Thane's voice pierced the quiet like a sharp blade, "we must intensify our strategies." We cannot tolerate further delays.Isabella came to a halt, her forehead creased with worry. Looking around the room, she quickly viewed the luxurious decor that reflected Thane's prosperity and power. I comprehend, Thane. What specific task do you want me to complete?Thane's gaze became intense as he moved closer, his face showing a blend of resolve and eagerness. “Jason’s growing isolation from Kendall is a perfect opportunity. We need to use this to our advantage. Create more discord between them, make it harder for
Just as the sun was disappearing, creating a golden glow in the city, Isabella walked towards Jason's pent house. The high-rise buildings illuminated gradually, creating a stark difference against the darkening sky. Dressed in a tight-fitting, red dress that highlighted her figure, her hair flowed in gentle waves around her face. Each step she made was intentional, every action planned to make an impact.Approaching Jason's building, her heart pounded with excitement, not with fear or hesitancy, as she neared the smooth glass doors. Every aspect meticulously planned, she had practiced her part diligently. That evening, she wasn't only Thane's partner; she had her own plans.The doorman nodded at her, taking a moment to admire her dress before quietly letting her into Jason's penthouse. Isabella's confident smile hid the dishonest thoughts swirling in her mind as she prepared to deceive.As the elevator doors on Jason's floor slid open, Isabella exited and made her way to his door, the
Thane’s visit to Jason’s office was meticulously timed. He had noticed that Jason was often away from home, which intrigued him. Thane was not familiar with the exact details of Jason's personal matters or the specific aspects of his marriage, but he was highly conscious of the hidden conflicts. The office was an ideal setting for causing problems - a space where work and personal matters frequently mixed, leading to opportunities for conflict.As Thane walked through the sleek, modern lobby of Jason’s building, his steps were purposeful. The polished floors reflected his confident stride, and his tailored suit spoke of wealth and influence. He was met by a courteous receptionist, who, recognizing Thane, directed him to Jason’s executive floor with an almost reverential nod.The elevator ride was a brief ascent through the glass-walled shaft, offering a view of the city that stretched out beneath them. Thane’s thoughts were a whirl of strategy and ambition. He had no idea of the intri
Jason sat alone in his penthouse, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like a heavy fog. The lights of the city beyond the massive glass windows were blurry, as if his vision couldn't quite focus. He rubbed his temples, trying to fight off the tension building behind his eyes. Ever since Kendall had broken the rule —- their rule —- everything felt off balance.It wasn't just anger that ate at him; it was clear, a shield from complications, and now it was shattered. Jason had stayed away from home, retreating to the penthouse to try and sort out the storm of emotions swirling inside him.But anger had a way of festering. It twisted inside him like a slow poison turning rational thoughts into jumbled messes. Kendall's image continuously popped up in his thoughts - the way she had been in his bed, the way she had gone too far. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind, but it was futile. He couldn't find peace due to a profound and persistent feeling of betrayal.A k
Jason's recollections of the brief encounter returned, intense and persistent. The night had been forgotten for months, hidden deep within his memories. However, it fought its way back, tormenting him as if it were a spirit. It all began innocently—or so he convinced himself. He had been at the bar, trying to cope with the disappointments of yet another unsuccessful business transaction, another day where he felt overwhelmed by the pressures of life. His typical assurance wavered, traded for a dull pain gnawing at his chest. That’s when he saw her—Kendall. Only, he hadn’t known her name then. She had been sitting alone, her posture stiff and her eyes distant, swirling the amber liquid in her glass like it could somehow solve her problems. Jason, though he had gone by *Damien* that night, had been drawn to her immediately. Something about the sadness in her gaze called to him, an emotion he recognized in himself. “Easy, damsel,” Damien had smirked as he approached her, his voice l
Jason woke up to the soft light coming in through the curtains, creating gentle shadows in the room. Looking at Kendall next to him, he glanced over and saw her resting peacefully with a relaxed expression on her face. Her being there soothed him unexpectedly, providing a peaceful reassurance that was both fresh and recognizable. He briefly observed her, feeling warmth in his chest, surprised by the sudden appearance of this feeling. Kendall awoke, her eyes opening slowly, and when she looked at him, a faint smile formed on her lips, showing how tired she still was. She whispered "Good morning," in a gentle and sleepy voice. "Jason responded, his smile soft, mirroring the warmth in his eyes, saying, 'Morning!'" “How are you feeling? Still tired?”Kendall paused to breathe, moving a piece of hair from her face. "She actually admitted she was doing better, stretching out her arms." “I think I just needed a good rest… and maybe some company,” she added with a light laugh, though her e
Jason’s laughter filled the cozy living room as he poured two glasses of champagne, his smile easy and unguarded. Kendall observed him, feeling a warmth envelop her as she noticed the uncommon, easygoing side of him. Their festive dinner was a modest yet sincere event, filled with soft dialogue, exchanged looks, and a tacit comprehension lingering in the atmosphere. "To fresh starts," Jason remarked, raising his glass in her direction. Kendall raised hers in reply, locking eyes with him, and they tapped their glasses together. "To new beginnings," she repeated, a gentle smile dancing on her lips. While they drank, Kendall started to sense a slight wave of tiredness washing over her, more intense than normal. She dismissed it, not wishing to spoil the moment. Jason inclined his body forward, his eyes fixed as he observed her expression. “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone reflecting a hint of worry. “You seem… tired.”Kendall shook her head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine, just…
Jason’s office hummed with subdued anticipation, his team moving restlessly in the background, gazes glued to the phone as they waited for the official announcement. Jason was at his desk, attempting to look composed, yet his fingers drummed a constant beat on the edge, revealing his eagerness. Kendall faced him, her gaze supportive and kind as she observed him. A sharp ring cut through the room. Jason’s assistant, Jane picked up, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes as she turned to him. “Mr. Carter, it’s the call.”He nodded, inhaling deeply to calm himself. Kendall offered him a supportive smile, silently saying, "You can do it." Jason felt a surge of comfort from her being there. He lifted the receiver, his voice calm, yet there was a hint of something else—a subtle assurance. “Hello, yes, speaking.”The conversation began with formalities, and Jason’s responses remained professional, yet Kendall noticed how his shoulders gradually relaxed, a subtle shift in his expression
When the long-awaited day finally came, the big hall was filled with happy chatter and the sound of youngsters laughing blended with soft background music. Bright balloons, animated streamers, and tables brimming with toys adorned the location. Kendall strolled next to Jason, her eyes absorbing the vibrant scene with a gentle, caring look.A little girl tugged on her dress, drawing her attention. She bent down, meeting the child’s curious eyes. “Hi there! What’s your name?”The girl blinked shyly, hiding her face for a moment. “Lily.”Kendall’s smile brightened as she offered her hand. “Well, Lily, I’m Kendall. “Could you please show me which toys are your favorites?” The girl's expression brightened as she agreed, grasping Kendall's hand and guiding her to a table filled with stuffed animals and vivid blocks. Jason observed the situation from a short distance, his face relaxing as he noticed Kendall laughing and conversing effortlessly with Lily. “You’re really good with kids,” Jas
The vibrant lights of the toy shop shimmered on the racks, creating a cozy illumination as Jason and Kendall entered. The atmosphere was infused with a mix of exhilaration and reminiscence, and Kendall's eyes sparkled as she surveyed her surroundings, beaming. Jason found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, even while reminding himself that their purpose was for the children, not for his increasing intrigue with her. “So,” he started, observing her gaze scanning the aisles in amazement, “where do we even begin?” Kendall gazed at him, determination shining in her eyes. "Okay, let's examine this." We need to pick things they’ll genuinely enjoy. Not just the fancy stuff, but toys they’ll have fun with.”Jason nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Practical yet fun. Got it. "You seem like you have experience with this." She chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I've gained some experience, whether you believe it or not." Furthermore, I desire for them to sense that
Following a lengthy day filled with meetings, Jason closed his laptop and rubbed his face with a hand while letting out a deep sigh. His phone vibrated on the table, drawing his focus. He grabbed it, noticing an email alert from “Mason & Blare Industries,” one of the top firms he had been chasing for several months. They’d sent him a formal invitation to a charity event—an opportunity he knew could solidify his company’s reputation. Yet, as he scanned the details, a line caught his eye. He needed to attend with his wife. Jason exhaled, drumming his fingers on his desk. Kendall didn’t enjoy being in the limelight. The last thing he wanted was to pressure her. The idea of going alone was appealing, but the collaboration relied on it, and he was aware they would anticipate both of them attending. When Jason got home, he discovered Kendall snuggled on the couch, a book held in her hands. She glanced up when he entered, her expression melting into a smile that, in a way, seemed as inviti
"Thane?" Dr. Sophia’s voice hardly exceeded a whisper as she observed his formidable figure, her astonishment transitioning into a slight trace of anxiety. She attempted to compose her expression, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Thane's stare was icy and sharp as he moved ahead. "Surprised to see me, Dr. Sophia?" His tone had a sharpness capable of cutting through steel. Sophia's hands shook as she brought them together, trying to steady herself. "I… I wasn’t expecting you without an appointment.""I didn't believe I would require one," he answered sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her, observing, anticipating. "I thought you’d be eager to see me, considering how… closely involved you are in my personal matters."Sophia swallowed, the words hitting her with a bitter irony. "Thane, if you’re here to discuss a medical matter, we should… schedule a time, maybe arrange some privacy."Thane’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Oh, I believe
A cold, stony silence settled between them as Thane processed her words, his face frozen in a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension. “Some other Kendall… or the Kendall I know?” he demanded, his tone sharp and biting. “Jason’s wife?”“Yes,” Felicia replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, though her eyes glinted with a fierce satisfaction. “Kendall Gomez… or rather, Kendall Carter.”The name hit Thane like a blast of cold wind, the implications tearing through him with merciless clarity. Jason’s wife, “Kendall”. His mind raced, replaying past encounters, scrutinizing each one in this new, blinding light. His expression darkened, jaw clenching as anger flared behind his eyes, fists tightening at his sides. It wasn’t possible… but the details Felicia offered, combined with the smug certainty on her face, made him realize it was exactly the truth he’d feared. A tidal wave of frustration surged within him, stinging his pride, mocking his oversight.He took a step forward, l
Felicia’s heart hammered as she sat restrained in the dimly lit room, her gaze locked on the cold, calculating man who stood before her. Thane’s expression was unreadable, though the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. She knew better than to look away; he had an intimidating power about him, the kind that commanded attention and demanded absolute respect."So,” Thane began, his voice low, dangerous, “this game you’ve been playing, Kendall—or should I say Felicia?”Felicia swallowed, but forced herself to stay calm. She knew this moment was her only chance to make him see her as something more than a pawn. "I was never Kendall," she said carefully, her voice even, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. "My name is Felicia Gina."Thane arched an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly. “Felicia Gina,” he repeated with a faint scoff, studying her with renewed interest. “And why should I believe anything you say? All I see is a woman who’s dug herself into a pit so deep, she’s scram