Hailey's POVThe D-Day had arrived—the day I’d been waiting for. Today was my graduation, and nothing could dampen my excitement. Well, almost nothing. A tiny pang of unease crept into my joy as I remembered one glaring fact: Paxton's mother would be returning soon. The mere thought of her made my stomach churn. That woman was a walking storm cloud, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the tension her presence brought was impossible to overlook.Still, I refused to let that ruin my day. I had Paxton, and that was what truly mattered. The sound of my phone ringing broke through my thoughts, the loud chime echoing in the quiet room. Picking it up, I saw Mara’s name flashing on the screen.“Dress up, girl!” Mara’s cheerful voice burst through the line. “It’s our graduation day, and guess what? Jenny’s going to be there!”Her excitement was contagious. I chuckled softly before hanging up and turned my gaze toward the man sleeping soundly beside me. Paxton. His handsome face was re
Hailey's POVIt’s been weeks since graduation, and the house has grown quieter with Mara and Jenny returning to their hometowns. The once vibrant buzz of their laughter and endless conversations has faded, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and Paxton’s mother, who returned just days ago.She didn’t wait long to unleash her wrath. Her voice echoed through the grand hallways as she berated her son."Marrying her was the biggest mistake of your life! She’s going to ruin you, Paxton! Mark my words, she’ll destroy everything you’ve worked for!"I stood in the shadows, her words piercing me like daggers. She didn’t care that I could hear every syllable. To her, I was invisible—a nuisance she planned to eradicate.Her tone softened, but only slightly, as she turned to her son with a smug expression. "Paxton, in a few days, you’ll be leaving for the States. You’re going to get your Ph.D. and master’s degree. No arguments, it’s already arranged."Paxton’s jaw clenched, his defiance clear. "Mom
Hailey's POV8 years later!It’s been eight years since Paxton left for the States. Eight long years since I made the hardest decision of my life—letting him go without telling him about our daughter. I tell myself every day that it was the right choice, that I didn’t want to be the reason he gave up his dreams. His love for basketball was undeniable, and I knew that taking that away from him would have been unforgivable, even if he never saw it that way.In those eight years, I haven’t heard a word from Paxton or his mother. Not a call, not a letter—just silence. Her final act of cruelty was chasing me out of their home and forbidding me from ever returning. She’d made her feelings clear: I didn’t belong in her son’s life.Now, my daughter Emily has grown into a bright, lively seven-year-old who reminds me of her father more than I’d like to admit. From the unruly curls framing her delicate face to the spark of determination in her eyes, she’s a replica of Paxton. She even has his ea
Hailey's POVIt had been a restless night. The moment I heard Paxton was back in London, my heart hadn’t settled. It beat erratically, sending waves of emotions I’d tried so hard to suppress over the years. What was wrong with me? After eight long years, I should have moved on.But I hadn’t.Every night, when Jenny and Emily were asleep, I would lie awake, my phone clutched tightly in my hands. I’d scroll through endless pictures of him, news articles detailing his achievements, and clips of his press interviews. I’d memorized the sharp angle of his jaw, the sparkle in his eyes, and the way his lips curved when he smiled.I was still in love with him.I’d tried to hide it, especially from Jenny, who would never let me live it down. Around her, I’d force a nonchalant attitude, laughing off her constant teases about “my superstar ex.” But in the quiet of the night, the truth loomed heavy.The hardest part wasn’t my feelings—it was the secret I carried. Our daughter, Emily.What would he
Paxton's povIt had been years since I left the city, chasing dreams and escaping heartbreak. My heart still belonged to Hailey, though. Not a day went by in the States when I didn’t think about her—her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled, the warmth of her hand in mine. But the haunting question remained: why did she leave me for someone else? I couldn't believe she’d do it willingly. Something must have forced her hand. I clung to that thought like a lifeline. Now, back in the city, I had everything I once dreamed of: fame, fortune, and the title of the most famous basketball superstar in London. Yet, none of it filled the void she left behind. No amount of applause from fans, interviews with the press, or endorsement deals could erase the image of her walking away from me. Determined to find her, I finally approached my mom. She was perched in the living room, delicately sipping her evening tea, her posture rigid as always. The weight of her expectations had pressed on me for year
Hailey’s POV That devil Audrey has made my life a living nightmare since the day I started working as a janitor at her father’s hospital. It’s as if she takes pleasure in finding new ways to humiliate me just because her father owns this place. She’s convinced I’m beneath her, constantly assigning me the dirtiest tasks and mocking my every move. But today… today was different.There had been whispers all morning among the staff about a special guest—a superstar—coming to the hospital. At first, I thought it was just another rumor. But then I overheard Audrey gushing to one of her friends that the VIP was none other than Paxton. My heart sank. Paxton? No. It can’t be. The thought of him being here, so close, made my chest tighten. I couldn’t let him see me like this. Not as the woman scrubbing floors and hauling trash bags. And certainly not as the mother of his child—a secret I had guarded for years. I hurried down the hallway, clutching the trash bag tightly, trying to calm the
Hailey’s POV The tension in the air was thick, like the calm before a storm. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage, threatening to break free with every beat. Paxton was standing just a few feet away, his intense blue eyes locked on mine, his gaze both familiar and foreign. It was as if nothing had changed, yet everything had. He was standing there, asking me—no, offering me—a job as his personal assistant. The man I once knew, the one I shared more than just a fleeting moment with, was now offering me a chance to work beside him. And I couldn’t understand why. My palms were clammy, and my mind was a mess of confusion. My breath hitched in my chest, but I refused to let it show. I had to remain composed, especially in front of Audrey, who was glaring at me like I was nothing more than a piece of dirt on the floor. Her eyes burned with jealousy, and I could see her hands clenched at her sides, fighting the urge to lash out. I looked down at my uniform, the one I had jus
Hailey’s POV I swear, I wasn’t even expecting that. When he said it, I thought I misheard him at first. "I want you to be my personal assistant," Paxton said, his voice cool, almost casual, as if it was the simplest request in the world. But when I turned to look at Audrey, the shock on her face was unmistakable. The look of pure disappointment and embarrassment that spread across her features made me feel sick to my stomach. She looked... disgusted. Disgusted that he’d choose me over her. And it wasn’t just the shock of being chosen; it was the unspoken message that whatever she thought she had with him, it meant nothing. I couldn’t look at her face any longer without feeling like I might vomit right there in front of them.But the worst part of all of this, the part that made my chest tighten and my throat close, was the fact that I couldn't say yes. Not because I didn’t want to. God knows I still loved him. The attraction was undeniable, a force that tugged at my heart every time
Hailey’s POV As I fingered the necklace Paxton had given me, a flood of emotions swept through me. The delicate pendant sparkled faintly under the mall’s fluorescent lights, but its significance weighed heavily on my chest. When he told me not to get myself into trouble again, his tone was teasing, but there was something else there—concern, maybe? I couldn’t help but smile at him, a soft, genuine curve of my lips, as though for a fleeting moment, we were something akin to a family. But deep down, I knew better. This fragile sense of togetherness was as fleeting as a shooting star, especially with his mother in the picture. That woman had the power to shatter any semblance of peace in our lives. I tightened my grip on the necklace and made a silent vow to keep Emily away from Paxton and his world. He couldn’t know she was his daughter. If he found out, everything I’d worked to protect would come crashing down. My thoughts spiraled as I glanced at Emily. Did he even remember today
**Hailey’s POV**I hadn’t expected to run into Paxton—of all people—today. The odds of it happening were slim, but somehow, there he was, stepping between me and the grumpy woman who had been eyeing me like I didn’t belong in this high-end mall. His sudden appearance made my heart jump. Had he been calling me? Instinctively, I reached into my bag, fumbling for my phone. When I pulled it out, my stomach twisted—fifteen missed calls. I swallowed hard, quickly shoving it back into my bag, guilt blooming in my chest. But what really threw me off was the way he spoke. "You’ve got a nice taste in jewelry," Paxton said smoothly, taking the necklace from the woman who had been glaring at me moments ago. I blinked at him, stunned. Did he really just say that? He never noticed little things like this before, not when we were… Well, not in a long time. Then came the words that truly caught me off guard. "Hey, baby. So, you’re here. You’ve got such a good taste—just the kind I love." Bab
**Hailey’s POV** When the jewelry was found in Emily’s possession, my heart froze. It felt as though the ground beneath me had opened up, threatening to swallow us whole. Emily? My sweet little Emily, the child who could barely keep her room tidy, now being accused of stealing something so precious? I wanted to believe this was all a mistake, a cruel misunderstanding that would soon be resolved. But as the store attendant held up the gleaming necklace, its brilliance mocking my disbelief, the reality of the situation hit me like a sledgehammer. The murmurs from onlookers grew louder, each whisper slicing through my fragile composure. “Why?” I muttered under my breath, staring at Emily as though searching for answers in her wide, tear-filled eyes. “Why would you do this, Emily?” “I didn’t, Mommy!” she cried, her voice trembling with fear. “I just wanted to look at it, I swear! I didn’t mean to—” “Enough!” the attendant snapped, her voice sharp and unforgiving. She snatched th
Hailey’s POV I wouldn’t lie—I was fuming. The nerve of Paxton, ordering me to pick up his clothes on a weekend of all times, especially knowing it was my daughter’s birthday. I had made it clear when I took the job as his personal assistant that weekends were off-limits unless it was an emergency. And this? This was no emergency; this was a power play. The way he dismissed me during the call, cutting me off before I could even explain how important today was, made my blood boil. Was this his way of getting back at me? For what? Something I’d done years ago? Something recent? I couldn’t figure it out, but the bitterness in his tone was unmistakable. Still, I didn’t have much of a choice. Emily deserved a happy birthday, and if swallowing my pride meant keeping my job to provide for her, then so be it. “Emily, darling, go to Auntie Jessie,” I said, plastering on a smile to mask my frustration. “She’ll help you get dressed, okay? Mommy has to take care of something really quickly,
**Hailey's POV** The sun streamed into my bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My mind wandered to eight years ago—a day filled with both excruciating pain and immense joy. I had fought tooth and nail to bring my daughter into this world. I smiled at the memory, my eyes misting slightly as pride swelled in my chest. My baby girl wasn’t a baby anymore. She was growing into a smart, curious, and wonderful young lady. Today, she turned eight—a milestone that felt like it came too fast. I turned away from the mirror, wiping a tear that escaped, and walked over to wake her up. She was still bundled under the covers, her small face peeking out as she slept soundly. " Emily, my love, wake up," I said softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked sleepily at me. "Mom?" she mumbled, her voice laced with drowsiness. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!" I said, grinning wi
**Hailey’s POV** I stood there, rooted to the bathroom tiles, my heart hammering so loud I was sure Paxton could hear it. His piercing gaze burned into me, a mixture of frustration and something else I couldn’t quite name—pain, maybe? His words echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my uncertainty. Why didn’t I tell him about my daughter? The question lingered in the air, suffocating me. I wanted to run. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to turn and bolt, but my feet refused to cooperate. My hands trembled as I clutched my dress, the fabric bunched in my fingers like a lifeline. What could I say? The truth? That the little girl he had no idea existed was his? Or should I lie? Tell him some fabricated story about a nonexistent relationship to push him away? But then he asked again, his voice softer this time but no less intense. "Hailey, why didn’t you tell me? Are you trying to hide her from me?" I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My lips parted, but no so
**Hailey’s POV** I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it, but I stayed perfectly still, frozen against the cold tiles of the wall as Paxton’s broad frame shielded me from view. The sharp sound of Audrey’s laughter grated on my nerves, and I bit my lip, fighting the urge to cry out in frustration. It was all her doing. Of course, it was Audrey. I should’ve known. The way she always found little ways to make my life miserable had become her twisted hobby. The orange juice "accident," the conveniently swapped bathroom signs—it all made sense now. Paxton shifted slightly, his muscles tense as he peered through the small crack in the door. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but the way his hand hovered protectively near me spoke volumes. "Do you need something?" he asked coolly, opening the door just enough to face them. His voice was steady, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. Audrey’s voice came
**Audrey’s POV** When I saw Hailey in the hospital today, my heart filled with a mix of satisfaction and regret. I had been the one to insist she come to collect her things. If I had known Paxton would be here today for his training, I would never have done it. Paxton was preparing for a major competition, and while I always imagined he played with me in mind, today it was different. His focus wasn’t on me. It was on her. The way his eyes lit up when she entered, how his movements on the field became sharper, more precise—it was as if her presence inspired him. My chest tightened, a bitter jealousy clawing at me. Who was she to him? A nobody. A poor, insignificant girl who had no right to steal his attention from me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I wouldn’t let her win. When she was about to leave, I cornered her. My voice was icy, laced with a venom I didn’t bother to conceal. “Don’t you dare step foot in this hospital again. You’re not welcome here.”
**Hailey’s POV** After Audrey’s call, I felt a heavy weight pressing on my chest. The thought of stepping foot in the hospital filled me with dread, but I had no choice. I needed my belongings. I prayed silently, hoping I wouldn’t run into Paxton. The last thing I needed was another confrontation or, worse, awkward small talk. When I arrived at the hospital, I slipped through the back door and entered the kitchen. The staff were busy, thankfully too occupied to notice me. My heart pounded as I stuffed my belongings into a small bag, my hands trembling. I needed to get out of here fast. As I exited through the back door, I decided to take the corridor by the Vipers’ basketball court. It seemed quieter, safer. But just as I was about to leave, my gaze unintentionally landed on the court. There he was—Paxton. He was playing basketball, his movements fluid and confident. His jersey clung to his body, damp with sweat, and his sharp features were illuminated by the overhead lights