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