Everything felt like it had dragged on for hours, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in some twisted version of my life. But the question that haunted me—the one that stuck in my throat—was how did I end up here?Emma had gone home, leaving me alone when I woke up. The aching pain in my body had only grown worse, a physical reminder of everything that had spiraled out of control. “Thinking is not something I want my wife to do too much,” a voice cut through the silence, sending a cold chill down my spine. I wasn’t alone.I turned my head, and there he was—Ivan, sitting by the window, casually flipping through a magazine with his picture plastered on the cover. He looked completely at ease, as if we weren’t trapped in this bizarre situation, as if nothing had changed. The fact that he kept acting like our marriage was something more important than the facade made me confused most times. He stood up, tossing the magazine onto the chair, and walked toward me. "So, what’s on
Ivan leaned in close and kissed me. He held me tight, his lips brushing softly against mine, making my heart race as I became lost in the moment. As much as I tried to deny it, deep down, I knew I was in love with him.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and we pulled apart. My gaze shifted to the doorway as Mrs. Carlos entered. The look on her face hinted she was up to something. Ivan, still holding my hand, gave me a look that brought an involuntary smile to my face.“Vera, how are you feeling?” Mrs. Carlos asked, her smile obviously fake. She didn’t wait for my answer before continuing. “I'm glad to see you're recovering. Isabel managed to catch the maid who tried to kill you.”I stared at Mrs. Carlos, torn between telling her the truth about Isabel and staying silent. But it was clear whose side she was on. Just then, Ivan’s phone rang. He excused himself, stepping out to take the call, leaving me alone with his mother.Mrs. Carlos sat down in the single chair, crossing her legs as s
“I’m not going to break up with Ivan,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “Not for you, not for Isabel. If Ivan doesn’t want me, he’ll tell me himself. But I won’t let you dictate my life anymore.”Mrs. Carlos’s face twisted with fury, her eyes flashing with cold malice. “You’re making a grave mistake, Vera,” she hissed. “You don’t want to cross me.”Despite the terror creeping up my spine, I stood my ground. “I’ve already made my choice.”Just then, the door opened, and Ivan stepped back inside. His face lit up when he saw me, oblivious to the tension in the room. “Sorry about that,” he said with a smile. “What did I miss?”Mrs. Carlos’s expression instantly shifted to a calm, almost gentle demeanor. “Nothing important, darling,” she said smoothly. “Vera and I were just having a little chat.”I forced a smile, though my heart was still racing. Ivan reached out and took my hand, his touch grounding me.“Everything okay?” he asked, his gaze flicking between me and his mother, sensing
“Hurt me?” he scoffed, walking over to meet me on the bed. “How do you intend on doing that?”I lowered my gaze. “It’s just that…”“You don’t have to explain,” he said gently, taking my hand as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t listen to anything anyone says that’s against our marriage.”I was speechless. I didn’t know how to tell him what was weighing on my heart. Ivan was serious about our marriage, and following through with what his mother had asked would break his heart more than it would mine.But I stayed silent. I leaned back against the bed, resting my head on the pillows as Ivan lay beside me. He pulled the duvet over us, and I did the same. I tried to keep some distance between us, but part of me wanted him close, craving his comfort.I closed my eyes, lost in thought, when I felt Ivan’s arm slide around my waist, pulling me into his warmth. It was exactly what I wanted, yet I knew it wouldn’t stop there because I wanted more.His body pressed against
"Because I can't, Mom," I said, grabbing a cookie from the table and taking a bite."Why won't you?" she asked, giving me a questioning look. "Do you even understand the consequences of what you've done?"I stood up, facing her. "Yes, Mom. I'm fully aware. But I refuse to be a puppet in all this. I won’t let her control me like I have no will of my own."My mom's face tightened with anger, but instead of lashing out, she turned to Marie, who had clearly been eavesdropping. "Can you give us a moment, please?" she said.Marie set down the knife she'd been holding and rinsed her hands. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Carlisle," she murmured, drying her hands on a napkin before quietly exiting the kitchen.Mom waited until Marie was out of earshot before speaking again. "Everything I’ve ever done has been to make you happy and comfortable, but in situations like this, you have to do what she asks, or she’ll demand her money back."I sighed and reached for another cookie. "Then give her back the money, M
I spent the rest of the morning talking to Emma. We covered a lot of ground, and I realized that she wasn’t involved in Mara and Tonia’s scandal. In fact, Emma had no idea they had taken the money from Ivan until they confessed later. At that moment, the only thing I could count on was the fact that I had someone to talk to—someone who genuinely cared, unlike my mom and everyone else who had crossed paths with me.“Vera, you're going to be fine,” Emma said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I think you need to talk to Ivan. Tell him how you feel and what his mother is trying to do to your engagement.”I sighed, staring at my manicured nails. “I love Ivan, but I wish there was more to our engagement. I wish it wasn’t tainted by this scandal.”“It doesn’t matter,” Emma said sympathetically. “What matters is that you love each other.”I rubbed my forehead in frustration. “But what about Isabel? She’s already engaged to Ivan, and Mrs. Carlos won’t stop until I’m out of his life.”
When we arrived at the hospital, I rushed through the entrance, my heart pounding as I approached the front desk. “My mother, she was just brought in,” I said breathlessly. “Her name is Diana Carlisle.”The nurse typed something into her computer, then gave me a sympathetic look. “She’s in the ICU. The doctors are with her now. You’ll have to wait a little while before you can see her.”I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration bubble up again. Waiting was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had no choice. Ivan placed a hand on my back, guiding me to a nearby seat. We sat in silence, the ticking clock on the wall growing louder with each second.After what felt like hours, a doctor finally came out, his expression serious but not grim. I stood up immediately, searching his face for answers.“Is she okay?” I asked, my voice trembling.“She’s stable for now,” he said gently. “We’re monitoring her closely, but she had a severe panic attack. Her heart is weak, and stress like this can
I sat in my mom’s room in the Carlos mansion, unable to go back to our old apartment, my mom had already given it away, and staying there felt impossible. The Carlos mansion had become a constant reminder of the pain, of everything that had happened in my life, and the fact that I was at the center of it all.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my slender features draped in black, the same outfit I wore to her funeral. The sight of myself made my stomach twist with guilt and grief. Memories flooded my mind, when Chloe died, when my dad left, and now, my mom. The weight of it all threatened to break me. The urge to cry and scream at the same time was overwhelming, like a slap to the face that I couldn’t escape.The door creaked open, and I quickly looked up to see Mrs. Carlos stepping inside, also dressed in black. The sight of her in mourning attire felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of her role in all of this.“Poor girl,” she said, her voice smooth as she walked over and lea
He pulled out and put it in again, going faster as I held onto him, his mouth finding mine in a searing kiss. As his thrusts increased and I felt that wave of pleasure again washing over me, I could only grip him tighter and close my eyes, willing myself to come faster. My climax ripped through me and I clutched onto him, my whole body shaking uncontrollably as my release hit me hard, sending me into oblivion. I felt his warm cum spilling over my stomach, soaking into me as he held me tightly. His breathing slowed and his hands smoothed over my body, soothing and comforting, making sure that I was okay.He kissed me softly as he let me down, pulling out of me and laying me gently on the bed. When he got under the covers beside me. I smiled, snuggling into his warmth.He kissed me on my neck softly slowly the urge to have another moment came once again, and I leaned in kissing him my tongue diving into his mouth surveying his tongue. I climbed over him my body onto his erect as I bega
We spent a long time on the lawn that night, our bodies entwined as we lay side by side on the soft grass, staring up at the sky. The moon was full, its silvery light casting a glow over the world around us. A gentle breeze rustled the trees in the distance, carrying with it the scent of pine and fresh earth. I felt a deep sense of contentment, a peacefulness I hadn’t known in years.“I never thought a time like this would come,” I said softly, breaking the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. “After all that your mom did to me.” I turned my head to look at Ivan, who still had his gaze fixed on the sky, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.He didn’t respond right away, but I saw the faint smile tug at the corners of his lips. After a moment, he turned toward me, his blue eyes meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “I knew it would come,” he said, his voice steady, reassuring. “But I didn’t think it would be this soon.”He pulled me closer to hi
Brenda had her bags packed as we stood together at the doorway, holding each other in a long, tight hug. She had been my rock throughout all the madness, and now she was going on a vacation for her work trip.“I’m going to miss you,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion. “I don’t know how I would have gotten through any of this without you.”Brenda smiled, pulling back to look at me, her eyes filled with warmth. “You’ve been strong, Veronica. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. I’m always just a call away, and don’t you dare forget that. You're always welcome in Paris whenever you feel like seeing your Fav cousin.”“I won’t forget all you did for me.” I said, wiping a tear that had started to roll down my cheek. “Thank you for everything.”We shared one last hug before she picked up her suitcase. Mark, her new romantic interest, was waiting by the car, ready to drive her to the airport. She gave me a wink and a playful nudge toward the house.“Take care of that man in there and
“Yes, Alfonso, I'll come over today to give you the mansion documents,” Ivan said as I walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, phone in hand, his tone serious. “Make sure it's confidential. I don't want anyone knowing about it.”I placed the cup of coffee I was holding on the table and took a seat opposite him. His call ended, and he looked at me with a warm smile. “Thanks, my love, for the coffee,” he said, reaching for his cup.I smiled back, taking a sip from mine, but I couldn't shake the thoughts swirling in my mind. I lowered my gaze, and Ivan noticed the unease written across my face. He stood up, still holding his cup, and moved to sit beside me, his expression softening with concern.“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked gently, placing his hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his touch was comforting, but it wasn’t enough to ease the knot tightening in my chest.I sighed, my voice shaky as I spoke. “I’m just thinking... since you're selling the mansion here in Pa
Ivan’s hand found mine, squeezing it gently. “I was blind, Veronica. I thought I was protecting my family, but in reality, I was only protecting their lies. I hate that it took me so long to realize.”I was silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. The hurt, the betrayal, it was still there, but hearing Ivan acknowledge his role in it, hearing him apologize with such sincerity, softened some of the walls I had built.“I just wanted to be enough for you, Ivan,” I whispered. “But your mother made me feel like I was nothing, and you… you never defended me.”He turned toward me, lifting my chin so our eyes met. “You were always enough, Veronica. I’m so sorry I didn’t make you feel that way. I was too wrapped up in my own fears, in trying to live up to what my mother expected. But that’s over now.”I nodded, my heart aching with a mixture of relief and sadness. “I don’t want to go through that again, Ivan. I can’t. Kelly can’t.”“I know,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “I do
“Daddy, why's mommy over there is she trying you?“ Kelly asked looking up at Ivan. Her question seemed innocent enough, but it hung in the air like a fragile thread, threatening to unravel the delicate balance I was trying to keep.Ivan glanced at me, his eyes searching for some kind of permission or understanding. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not sure how to handle the moment. How could we explain this tangled mess to Kelly without breaking her heart?Ivan smiled down at Kelly and gently stroked her hair. “No, sweetheart. Mommy’s just giving us some time to enjoy our ice cream. She’s not avoiding me.” He tried to keep his tone light, but even Kelly could sense that things weren’t right.She wrinkled her nose, unconvinced. “But you should sit together. Like in the movies.”Ivan chuckled softly, though it was strained. “Maybe someday we will, princess. For now, let’s just enjoy our ice cream, okay?”Kelly, satisfied for the moment, returned her focus to her ice cream, but I coul
“Mommy, are they gone?” Kelly whispered, pushing open the door and making her way towards us.I turned towards her and scooped her up into my arms. “Yes, honey. They’re gone,” I said softly as I carried her over to the couch in the living room, placing her gently down.She looked up at me, her innocent eyes filled with expectation. “Is it Daddy?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.I hesitated, glancing at Brenda, who was sitting on the couch, her attention fixed on her phone. The weight of Kelly’s question hung in the air. How could I explain everything to her, a child who only wanted to feel safe and loved by the people she thought should protect her?I opened my mouth to say something when the door creaked open. I looked up and saw Ivan standing in the doorway, watching us with a mixture of hope and regret. He was part of Kelly’s life, whether I liked it or not, but the complexities of our situation made everything more difficult.I sat down next to Kelly, brushing a hand throu
Mrs. Carlos’ face paled, her eyes widening in shock as the weight of Ivan’s words hit her. For the first time, her composed mask slipped, revealing the fear and desperation underneath. “Nathaniel told you…?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That ungrateful, how dare he?”Ivan released her wrist and stepped back, shaking his head in disbelief. “Yes, he told me everything. And I still can't believe you of all people would do that to me, I thought father was the bad one. Because he left when we were young, but now I see you for your true colors. I thought the problem was Nathaniel, all this time, I thought it was just him acting out of spite, but it was you pulling the strings. You did everything you could to make sure we would never be happy. And for what? Your pride? Your obsession with control, money? Did you stop for once your think about me?“Mrs. Carlos’ eyes flickered between Ivan and me, her face contorted with a mixture of fury and panic. “I did it to protect you!” she spat.
The loud banging on the door drew our attention, and I immediately stood up. "Wait here, baby. Don’t come out until I say so." I told Kelly “Okay, mommy.“ She nodded, her wide eyes filled with fear, as I closed the door behind me. My heart pounded as I made my way to the living room. The constant hammering on the door sent chills down my spine. Who could it be? The first thought that flashed through my mind was Ivan's fans. Maybe they hadn’t accepted my statement on the news and had come to confront me in person.Brenda appeared from the laundry room, her expression mirroring my own, fear. We were both terrified of who might be on the other side of that door. I stepped forward to check, but Brenda held up a hand, stopping me."You should go back," she whispered urgently. "I’ll open the door and see who it is.""It’s too dangerous. I can’t let you do that," I whispered back, glancing toward the kitchen as a possible hiding place in case it really was Ivan's fans."I’m scared, V," she