Chapter 9Hailey's POV The drive to school was thick with silence. I stared out the window, my arms crossed tightly against my chest, feeling Paxton’s presence but refusing to acknowledge it. Every time I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, I caught his lips twitching, like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. I wasn’t ready to hear anything from him, not after last night. When we pulled up to the school, I grabbed the door handle before the car had fully stopped. “Thanks,” I mumbled, stepping out quickly. Before I could take two steps, chaos hit. The flashing lights of a thousand cameras went off like fireworks, blinding me. A wave of murmurs swept through the students. “Is that Hailey with Paxton?!” “No way! Did they come to school together?” “Nikki’s gonna lose it!” My breath hitched, and my chest tightened. The crowd began pressing in, and I could feel myself panicking. I'm allergic to too much crowding. Just when I thought I’d be swallowed by the attention, Paxton’
Hailey's POV “Who amongst you did this?!” Jessy’s voice cut through the laughter like a knife, and an awkward silence fell over the classroom. Every pair of eyes darted between me and Nikki, who leaned back against her desk with an air of smugness. I could feel the weight of their gazes, and I was done with being the butt of their jokes. I marched over to Nikki, my heart pounding in my chest. “What’s gonna happen now?” someone whispered, but I didn’t care. “Nikki! How dare you picture me at the party without my consent?” I spat, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. Nikki laughed, a high-pitched sound that made my skin crawl. “And who are you? A God? Or a poor scholar?” Her friends joined in, cackling like hyenas. “Now you listen to me, you jealous freak! It’s not entirely my fault that your beloved betrothed rejected you! You should get over your rejection already and move on. Crazy slut!” I couldn’t believe the words that poured out of my mouth. Where the hell did I get
Paxton's POV The Lambo rolled to a smooth stop in front of the mansion, and I slid out, shoving my hands into my pockets. The maids were already lined up, heads bowed as I walked past them. "Good day, sir!" they chimed in unison, but I didn’t bother to acknowledge them. My mind was somewhere else. Just as I reached the staircase, I felt something cold and sticky dribble onto my chest. I glanced down to see orange juice staining my uniform. “You idiot!” I roared, turning to the maid who had spilled the drink. Her face went pale as she dropped to her knees, trembling. “Are you blind? You’re fired!” “I’m so sorry, sir! Please, it was an accident—” she pleaded, but I was already walking away, the anger bubbling up inside me. **I don’t have time for this.** I reached the sitting room and found my mom pacing. I barely had a chance to greet her before she started in on me. “Paxton, I want you to reject her! That girl... Hailey or whatever her name is, she’s not worth it! You need to be
Hailey's POV I stared at Paxton's message, my heart racing a little faster than it should. He wanted to meet up with me after practice? Why did that make me feel... warm? I couldn’t help but smile, but I quickly wiped it away when I noticed Mia and Jessy staring at me like hawks. "What?" I asked, trying to act cool as I shoved my phone aside. "You were totally smiling just now!" Mia giggled, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Paxton, I guess," Jessy added, leaning in with a teasing grin. "God, this room is about to explode from your blushing." I groaned, trying to deflect the attention. "Ugh, he just... he chatted me, okay?" "And?" Mia's excitement was palpable. "Did he say he loves you?" I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching. "No! He just asked me to meet him after practice." "Oh my gosh!" they both squealed in unison. "I didn’t even give him an answer yet," I muttered, but they were already too busy bouncing up and down with excitement. "What? Why
Hailey's POV I hurried into the hospital with Mia and Jessy trailing behind. My heart was pounding in my chest. The moment I stepped up to the nurse's desk, I blurted out, "Please, where’s Mrs. Edmond admitted?" "Room 300," she said, barely glancing up. My hands were trembling as I opened the door. The sight of my mom, lying pale on the bed with oxygen tubes strapped to her face, hit me like a punch in the gut. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. My dad rushed to me, and I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder. Mia and Jessy, standing quietly behind me, spoke softly. "We’re sorry for this, sir." My dad nodded weakly. “It’s okay, thank you for coming.” I turned back toward my mom, her frail hand resting on the blanket. My chest tightened. How had I not known? How had they kept this from me? I approached her, my voice shaky. "Mom, please... don’t leave me. Stay with us." I squeezed her hand gently, barely able to hold back my sobs. Her eyes fluttered open. She was so
Hailey's POV The game had barely started, but my mind was miles away. My gaze was glued to Mrs. Sophie, who seemed to be getting some twisted satisfaction out of smirking at me every other second. And Nikki? She was there too, lurking with that smug look plastered on her face, just waiting for me to mess up. I couldn’t let her get to me, but my heart was racing faster than the ball bouncing across the field. "Hey, relax. Don’t let them get to you," Jessy whispered, patting my back. Mia nodded, biting her lip as she watched Paxton on the field, her eyes flickering with admiration. Paxton noticed us and flashed a confident smile in my direction. My breath hitched as I watched him effortlessly take control of the ball, dodging Dimitri’s kick and sending it soaring through the air. *Goal!* The crowd erupted in cheers, and before I knew it, I was clapping—loudly. Too loudly. I froze, realizing I was the only one applauding. Heat flooded my cheeks. *Oh geez, Hailey!* Paxton winked and b
Hailey's POV Paxton’s sleek black car pulled up in front of the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and my stomach churned as I stepped out. The restaurant's grand entrance glowed warmly against the darkening sky, its golden lights and immaculate glass doors. I wasn’t sure why Paxton had brought me here for *this talk* he kept hinting about, but the anxious feeling in my chest told me it wasn’t going to be anything simple. We were seated at a table near the window, where the city’s lights sparkled in the background, but I tried to calm my nerves. The waiter came by to take our orders, and I could barely look him in the eye. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my napkin, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Paxton was quiet, his face unreadable. The silence between us felt thick, almost suffocating, like we were standing on opposite sides of a cliff, waiting to see who would jump first. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ugh… so…” I mumbled, hoping he’d take the hint to start ta
Hailey's POV As I stepped into the school gates, Paxton’s offer weighed heavily on my mind, replaying like a broken record. My feet slowed and I froze. His voice, his demand—everything kept rushing back, making my head spin. What was I about to do? "Are you okay?" Mia asked, brushing her hand against mine. I glanced at her and Jessy. With them beside me, I had nothing to fear... right? They had no idea the storm I was caught up in. "We’ll catch you later after Physics, okay?" Jessy said, giving me a knowing look, probably noticing how distracted I was. "Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you after." I forced a smile as they left. I needed to clear my head, so I headed straight to the library. The quiet, the smell of old books, and the soft hum of the air conditioning would help calm my nerves, or so I thought. I had barely sat down when a hand tapped my shoulder. My breath hitched as I turned. Paxton. Of course, it had to be him. Just seeing him made my chest tighten. Without a word, he h
Hailey’s POVThe moment our eyes met—if they even did—my breath hitched in my throat. Paxton. My past, my mistake, my regret. Or was he? My mind spun as I struggled to process his presence here. Did he see me? Did he recognize me? A part of me wished he didn’t, but another part—a buried, stupid part—wondered if he’d been looking for me all along.Jessie’s voice pulled me back to reality. "Hailey, are you even listening?" she asked, nudging my arm.I blinked, snapping my attention to her. "Jessie, isn’t it obvious?" I gestured discreetly toward the crowd, my fingers trembling. "Look over there! Paxton is here." I exhaled sharply, feeling a mixture of frustration and panic bubble inside me. "If I had known he’d be here, I wouldn’t have followed you. You dragged me into this mess, and now I’m stuck in the same space as the one person I’ve been avoiding for years!"Jessie crossed her arms, a teasing smirk curling on her lips. "Wow, Hails, you’re acting like he’s a monster or something. Re
Hailey's POVI never planned on attending this party tonight. In fact, I had outright refused when Jesse first suggested it. But she had a way of convincing me, and truthfully, I needed the distraction. My mind had been a chaotic mess lately, tangled up in endless thoughts—especially about Paxton. It wasn’t that I wanted to think about him, but no matter how much I tried to push him out, he always found a way to creep back in.After making sure my daughter was sound asleep in her room, I took a deep breath and dressed up. Nothing too fancy—just a simple but elegant dress that hugged my curves in the right places, though I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. Jesse was already waiting for me outside the party hall, excitement practically radiating off her.The moment we stepped inside, the atmosphere hit me like a wave. The bass from the music thumped against my chest, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive colognes. Laughter and chatter filled the spa
Here’s your revised and lengthened scene with deeper emotional expression, character reactions, tension, and a plot twist to keep things engaging.Hailey's POVAfter my encounter with Paxton at the shopping mall, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time—happiness. The way he stood up for me, like I actually mattered to him, sent warmth through my chest. But that feeling didn’t last long. Seeing him again, surrounded by those girls, laughing and flirting like he hadn’t just been my hero moments ago, made my stomach twist painfully. I hated how easily he affected me.Pushing those thoughts away, I focused on getting home. My daughter, Ava, barely mumbled a word before heading straight to her room for her nap. I sighed, brushing a hand through my hair before heading to the kitchen.Tonight was supposed to be fun. Just me and Jessy—my best friend—having a housewife and wine night, gossiping, laughing, forgetting the real world for a while. I pulled out some noodles, setting them to b
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