** Hyacinth **
I stood there for what seemed forever. My eyes focus on him. I don’t know why I am still hurt. Why did he tell me to meet him at the club and meet his friends? Why was Rosie there? Why was he letting her touch him? I shouldn’t feel jealous. I shouldn’t get angry, but my heart is about to burst.
Does he still love her? I don’t understand now. I felt trapped in this marriage.
I was finally back from wondering when Raven stood. His face was serious and he pushed Rosie. He approached me and reached my hand but I gently pushed it.
“Hyacinth.” His voice was deep. “Let's talk later. Your sister… you can tell her to leave.”
I furrowed at him. He’s talking nonsense again.
“Who am I to tell her that?” I chewed my lower lip as I tried hard not to cry. No. I shouldn’t cry. I am over him.
“Wife,” He pulled my waist closer but I looked away. He reached my chin and lifted it closer to his serious face. “You own the club now. I told you, my friends.”
What the hell? Own the club? What nonsense is he saying? Is this his way to cover up that he’s still into Rosie?
“Did you put my name on this asset? What if this Club is illegal?”
“No. I won’t let that happen.” He pulled my chin closer as he planted his lips to mine. “It’s part of my gift to my wife. You married me. You’ll receive a lot of assets that you can even take when we get divorced.”
Divorce? So he plans to divorce me after all. To what? I am so stupid even to ask myself. He’s gonna go after Rosie, of course. I knew it. It was always Rosie all along. Here I thought that for years… the way he told me he loved me was only a fantasy and in the end, he betrayed me. I kept a straight face as I stared at those tantalizing eyes.
Those eyes that I used to stare at after we made love under the moonlight were so beautiful, so pure. Was it only a facade?
“Great.” I acted happy and cool about it, although my chest hurt. Let her have some fun then. She probably misses you,” I said bitterly, as he didn’t say much. He led me to the table, where he introduced me to everyone. There were six of them, all rich-looking, beautiful, and handsome. A tall guy with ash blonde hair quickly extended his hand toward me.
“I’m Calisto.” He flashed perfect white teeth which I found charming. All of Raven’s friends are charming and smiling at me genuinely. Even the girls. Raven introduced them to me one by one and there’s a familiar one in the group.
“Zian, Janice, David, Penny and you’ve also met my cousin, Kelly Madison.”
“Hello, gorgeous.” Kelly winked at me. I felt relieved that there was someone familiar in the group.
“Sis,” Rosie interrupted us with a big smile. “I don’t know that you are married to Raven.” I finally turned to Rosie, with a fake smile.
“Rosie, you missed the wedding,” I said to piss her with a little sneer.
“Yeah,” She scoffed. “I have no choice but to let you marry Raven. Sharing is caring, right?” She smirked. “Also, I wasn't aware that the older guy they were talking about marrying was Raven. I thought it was some kind of old dirty man.” She shrugged.
Sharing is caring? My ass. Raven took my hand as he gently pulled me. I glanced at him and seeing him smirking made me somewhat feel a little curious. What is he smirking at? Sharing is caring? What the fuck with him?
I sat next to Kelly as Raven sat next to me. I was still pissed at Raven. I had mixed emotions that I wanted to let out. I already expected another scene that Rosie would make. She sat next to Raven and bent down to pull me into a hug with Raven between us. She reeked of alcohol. I rolled my eyes and glared at Raven who leaned on the sofa trying to dodge Rosie. He moved his hand to reach my waist.
I quickly pushed Rosie, a little gently to make her know that she needed to pull out.
“Rosie, you should go home. You drank too much.” I said but she pulled me more into her arms.
“I am just congratulating you for marrying our stepbrother.” She said it loud for others to hear. I gritted my teeth. “You are a slut as always… marrying someone who raped me.” She whispered in my ear. I remained calm and I tried hard not to punch her although my hand was shaking. Raven seemed to notice my hand. He reached it but I gently pushed his hand away.
“Well, it seems that you are all over my husband. Your words contradict your actions.” My voice is low but clear enough for her to understand.
I felt Raven’s hand fall over my exposed knee.
“Goodbye, Rosie.” I stared at Rosie’s eyes as it seemed that she was taken aback. But she had to keep a face and smiled at me. She looked nice as she waved at Raven’s friends.
“By sis, bye step-bro.” She winked at Raven and left to go to her friends.
I exhaled softly as I knew that Raven’s friends would take Rosie’s side. I might be already a laughing stock because I married my ex-step-brother. I wasn’t as beautiful or as sexy or blond as her.
“What the hell was that?” Calisto asked which made me jumpy. He stood as he pointed in Rosie’s direction. “Raven, that girl is crazy. I read her lips.”
Oh, fuck. Now they will think that Raven indeed raped Rosie. This can’t be. I felt my heart went to my throat. I knew that Raven didn’t rape Rosie. They had an affair. Rosie was in his room.
“Let it go,” Raven said casually.
“She was all over you as soon as you entered the club.” Janice chuckled. “I’m sorry, Hyacinth. But your sister is a bit.” I was more surprised at their comment toward Rosie. I thought… they would take her side.
“Uh,” I don’t know what to say at all. I bit my lip to avoid saying anything. I glanced at Raven and he was calm leaning close to me.
“Don’t worry guys. She’s naturally like that.” He said with a smile. “Overall, she’s quite sweet.” What the fuck he was saying. “Mostly when she needs something.” Oh, I am too early to even cuss him.
He reached for my hand which made me freeze and place it over his thigh.
“What would you like to eat, Hya?” He asked as he rubbed my sides. I felt uncomfortable with it since a lot were watching. But somehow, part of me was already used to it.
“The fact that we aren’t at your wedding because it was rushed and we are out of the country surely breaks our heart…” Penny said as she reached her chest. All of them mimicked Penny. She had curly red hair and a round-shaped face… she was also voluptuous and gorgeous. I just can’t keep my eyes off those beautiful curves. Her lips were small but full… It was the shape of a heart.
“Don’t worry, guys. I will hold another wedding for us if you want.”
Zian laughed like it was the most hilarious joke. I don’t see it as funny.
“Another wedding?” He squinted his eyes at Reid. “Are you trying to pile your workload on me?”
Woah… so it was about that. They laughed at the two and I think Zian and Raven are closer to each other. But are they supposed to side with Rosie? What’s going on? I am not used to this. It felt like a fantasy.
“By the way, was her name Rosie?” Kelly asked. “Rosie Dawson?”
“Yes,” I answered. I felt Raven’s stare at my back as my coat slid off from my shoulder.
But then, something caught my peripheral… I turned to where Rosie was, she’s glaring at me as she cocked her head on her phone. I creased my brows. I felt my phone vibrate inside my new designer bag. I was about to take it out when Raven stopped me. I felt my hands were cold and sweating as Raven’s friend continued discussing and opening up new topics about work and business. Mostly, the boys.
Raven stood to excuse himself as I watched him approach Rosie. I wanted to scream at him and hit him with the expensive bag for approaching my bitchy sister. But all I could do was stay like a good wife… not to make any scenarios. I don’t own him anyway. If Rosie wants Raven, she’ll surely have him. Like all of the things Rosie always wanted… including what I had.
“Ah, Raven,” Zian said as he chuckled. Calisto squinted his eyes at Raven. I noticed that Raven started whispering at Rosie. Is he reading his lips again?
I looked away. I don’t wanna see my husband flirting with my sister. Even the way Rosie’s hands touched Raven’s arm was sensual. I want it off my head. I finally took out my phone to see a message from Rosie.
Rosie: You might have him now, but he always belongs to me. You are just his plaything.
***Hyacinth***“Raven, did you get rid of her?” David asked which caught my attention. I looked around and didn’t see Rosie anywhere. But as soon as Raven sat down, he already smelled like her perfume which I hated. His hand was on my thigh. I pushed it away, feeling uneasy. I was about to relax when I felt his lips move to my earlobe. “Hyacinth. I just got rid of your sister… so don’t ever stop me from touching you.” He whispered. If he only knew that my stomach was near my throat. I felt sick to the stomach. Raven was showing me that he and Rosie…“Your sister is beautiful,” David said as I looked up at him. “Is she the heiress of Dawson?” Just as I expected, everyone is allured by her. I wouldn’t be surprised that one day, they will turn their backs on me or they will start talking about me when I have my back at them. I smiled at David’s comment, plastering all of my emotions and my pain. I shouldn’t get hurt whenever Raven speaks to my sister. But I couldn’t help it. After a
*** Hyacinth***I waited for a few seconds before he answered. “Of course,” He answered casually, took out a cigarette, and searched for a lighter. “You need to get out if you smoke near me,” I said coldly and turned my head to the window again. I heard his chuckle and he sighed after. “I’m sorry,” I felt his hand on my hair, gently stroking it with his fingers. “I won’t smoke again.” “I don’t care, Raven,” I said coldly. “Rosie will be working in the company, that’s why she’s back.” He said out of nowhere.I don’t know what to say. I knew that. She’s the Queen in that company anyway. “Hyacinth,” His voice was deep as I heard him exhaling. “Why won’t you work in the company? I’ll give you a higher position and any position you want.” “Higher position?” I scoffed. “Higher position had a lot of work to do.” “Most higher positions mostly pass work to lower positions.” he chuckled. “Rosie already named a position for herself.” I turned my head to see his smirk. “What is it?” “C
***** Hyacinth *****I sniffled and wiped my tears. “I have the original copy of the documents you need.” He handed the documents. “How did you get my email?” “Through your step-mom. Miss Darcy.” I froze as I stared at his teal eyes. He doesn’t seem to be lying. And I wasn’t staring at his gorgeous eyes because he’s good-looking, but the fact that he knows Darcy as my stepmother and now my mother-in-law, Raven’s mother. “She did?” “Yes,” He nodded. “We happened to visit your family residence and Miss Darcy happened to pass by your residence and approach us. Have you spoken to her?” I shook my head as I sniffled. She wasn’t even at the wedding. “Here’s my calling card. Call me if you need something. I am willing to help you.” “You looked young to take care of this case.” I was curious. If it was years ago, I was an infant… How is he handling my grandmother and mother’s assets?“Actually, my father was your mother’s lawyer. He was partially retired.” He explained shortly with t
***** Hyacinth *****I went out to the mall again to meet with Maggie, Anthony’s secretary. They also noticed that my driver was lingering around. He found me quickly but I stayed casual so as not to get caught with my plans. “Raven wouldn’t let me leave, so I need your help.” “Yes, of course. We will book a flight for you and Mr. Charles can accompany you until you settle.” I reached out an envelope with money in it but she stopped me. “No, we won’t take it. We will only send you the bill once we have it settled.” Maggie said. “Raven Reeves is a billionaire, he can detect you wherever you go. We will work on that. But with your claims, you can get all of his assets since he cheated and you have evidence. You also didn’t sign up for a prenup, right?” “I don’t want his assets,” I said softly. If I was after his money, we would meet each other again and again. “I don’t ever want to see him.” “We can file charges toward him and Rosie,” Maggie added. I was silent but I just wanted a
*** RAVEN ***It was an eight-hour flight. When I arrived at the mansion, the first thing I went to was our bedroom. I checked her closet and half were taken, leaving the glamorous gowns and cocktail dresses. There were expensive bags and high-heeled shoes. Like she only took the comfortable ones. Her jewelry? She didn’t take much of it. Like she hasn't taken all of the ones that I bought and designed for her.I went to bed because I knew that’s where she was going to leave a letter. A red envelope was waiting with the rings over it. I glanced at the maid whom I assigned to assist Hyacinth… waiting outside on the open door. I slid the rings into my pocket as I opened the document. There’s a letter on the envelope. I open it and read it before going to another document.Raven,I don’t know why you marry me. But I don’t want to be drawn into you again. I had enough of the pain from the past. It hurts… so much. Also, do not blame your staff. I drugged them so I could escape. Don’t find me
****HYACINTH****It’s been ten months. After I resigned from the company, I became a full-time writer. I got used to living in a two-story cabin. I have been taking care of the mini vegetable garden. I also rarely go out unless I am out of food. I somehow received a lot of money from the first book that I published. I was happy living life alone, away from social media and people who gave me pain. I managed to communicate with my best friend through my number. After months of not contacting her, she scolded me. She was so worried and told me everything that happened after five months of disappearing. Raven, which she mentioned as my ‘husband’. He’s been around her many times, and he has had men follow her just to track her. But I bet if she ever had a stalker, they would be bored of her. She's a laid-back person just like me. She would rather sleep than go out with people she doesn't know much. They probably got tired. I managed to break contact with them for ten months. Surely, my
***Hyacinth***When I woke up to buy groceries, it was gloomy. The news was all about a typhoon coming, and it was a good thing that I bought groceries. Yet I didn’t have enough budget to cover everything. And Raven came out of nowhere. I started with the typhoon guard on each window as I peeked at Raven, who was still in his car. His window rolled down as the strong wind entered his car.After the renovation of the cabin, my grandmother had typhoon guards ready on each window and door. The cabin had concrete walls and wooden porches. It was the most beautiful place that I ever had. I felt bad for making Raven stay there for four hours and it was already dark. The rain poured together with strong wind. He finally moved his car closer and went to the terrace with his bag. He stayed by the bench. I rolled my eyes. I should have told him to just leave. I ignored him and started to cook with some soup. I shouldn’t care about him again but I couldn’t leave my ex-husband there. In the pou
****** Raven ******I made sure that the locks were in good condition including the typhoon guard. I had so many thoughts on how to create a typhoon guard with just a remote control. I checked the logs on the chimney and I know that those logs aren't enough. So, I headed out, fishing my car keys and hers. I set the cars in the garage-like barn. Once I settled it, I took out more woods where she stocked most in the same area. Some woods were outside and already wet. I searched for a plastic bag… something that would cover it. There, I found a sack and put more logs into it as I headed back to the terrace. I opened the door when I noticed a light behind me. I turned to see a car pulled into the driveway. “Hyacinth?” A man came out in a waterproof coat and boots. He approached me and looked at him. We had the same height or rather, I am a few centimeters taller. He seemed to be puzzled seeing me. “Oh, hi good evening. Is Hyacinth there?” His accent isn't that bad. It’s almost like an Am
***Kelly***I remember it all too vividly. Cal was driving carefully, his hands steady on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road. But that car—it came out of nowhere, swerving deliberately toward us. Cal’s reflexes were quick. He threw his right arm across me, shielding me as best as he could. But it wasn’t enough. The impact was brutal. Our car slammed into the post on my side, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing in my ears. I felt the searing pain in my right arm and leg, but it was nothing compared to the horror of seeing Cal’s head hit the windshield with a sickening crack. The glass splintered, and he went limp. “Kelly, I’m so sorry, darling.” My mother’s voice trembled as she reached for my hand, her fingers squeezing mine gently. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale with worry. “Don’t lose hope. Cal’s strong. He’ll pull through. He’ll be out of the ICU soon, I promise.”“I need to see him,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Even if it’s just from the out
***Hyacinth***I sat in my swivel chair, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do next. My imagination spiraled with ideas on how to catch that *bastard*. Restlessness gnawed at me, and sleep felt impossible. I glanced at my husband, Raven, who was hunched over his computer, laser-focused as he made yet another call. It was well past midnight, and here we were, still tirelessly checking on our friends back in the Philippines.“Raven,” I called out softly. He paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, and turned to look at me. Our eyes locked, and for a long moment, we just stared at each other. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. “Never mind,” I muttered, looking away as I turned back to my laptop. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, heavy with unspoken concern.In that moment, I couldn’t help but wish I had run away with Raven years ago. I wished there were no stalkers, no threats, no shadows lurking in our lives. Why did this person want
***Zian***When we arrived at the hospital, Cal was standing outside the operating room, his arms stained with blood that still dripped onto the floor. Kelly’s parents hadn’t arrived yet, but my concern was entirely on him. His white shirt was soaked in crimson, and his face was pale, his eyes wide and unfocused. He looked shattered, broken in a way I’d never seen before.“Cal,” I called softly as I approached him, my voice trembling with worry. “You’re hurt. We need to get you checked up.”He pushed me away weakly, his hands shaking. His eyes were dilated, his breathing uneven. My heart ached seeing him like this—so lost, so consumed by guilt and fear. “Bro!” I shouted, trying to snap him out of it. “You’re bleeding! You need help!”“She’s in there…” he muttered, his voice barely audible as he pointed toward the operating room. His hand trembled, and he exhaled slowly, as if the weight of the world was crushing him.Before I could say more, I heard the sound of rushing footsteps. Ke
***Raven***I forced myself to stay seated during the meeting, even though every fiber of my being screamed to leave. Hyacinth had assured me she was fine, but the unease gnawed at me. My partners and our business dealings were important—crucial, even—but nothing mattered more than my wife. “I’m sorry, but I need to leave immediately. There’s an emergency,” I said, rising from my chair. My voice was steady, but my heart raced.Colton Pines, the first of the three partners I’d met who shared my passion for rare gems, leaned back in his chair, his tone casual. “What’s going on?”“My wife needs me,” I replied, my words clipped.“Wife?” Dane’s head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and mock offense. “You got married without inviting us?” His voice rose, and I raised a hand to silence him, my jaw tightening.Minerva, ever the dramatic, rolled her eyes and pushed her fiery red hair back. “Oh, bummer. Guess we’re not important enough for wedding invitations.”“I’ll introduce you
***Darcy***I couldn’t help but laugh when Raven and Hyacinth told me how Regina had outsmarted Samuel. It all came rushing back to me now—the reason Samuel married me. It wasn’t love. It was my alimony from my first husband. Samuel was handsome, sure, but not nearly as striking as Raven’s father. He had married Regina for her business acumen, hoping she’d save his failing company. And she did. But what he didn’t know was that Regina had already secured her wealth, transferring most of her assets to her mother and Hyacinth. Hyacinth, my dear girl, is now richer than any of us, thanks to her mother’s foresight. I couldn’t be prouder of Regina for that.But there’s one thing weighing heavily on my heart—proof that Regina’s death wasn’t an accident. Hyacinth needs closure, and I’m determined to help her find it.“Take care, my dear,” I said, waving at the screen as Hyacinth blew me a flying kiss.“Love you, Mom,” Hyacinth replied, her voice soft and sweet. I nodded, a lump forming in my
***Raven***I was pleasantly surprised when my wife greeted me at the door, wearing an adorable apron and a warm smile. She helped me remove my coat and necktie, her hands gentle and efficient. She even made sure I slipped into my home shoes, leaving my dirty ones by the rack until they were clean enough to be stored in our shoe closet. She handed me a damp, hot towel to clean my hands, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a playful grin, she led me to the round table near the balcony, where the city lights sparkled like a sea of stars. The soft hum of romantic music filled the air, and the flickering candles added a touch of magic to the scene. Patricia, Seth, and Irene were eating in the dining room, but my wife had prepared something special for just the two of us. She looked stunning in an olive green dress, her hair twisted into a low, messy bun. My mind wandered to all the things I wanted to do with her tonight, but for now, I focused on the momen
**Raven**I’ve always been a man who values loyalty and integrity, which is why the situation with Seth and Patricia has been gnawing at me. I know for a fact that Seth was married, but there’s an undeniable attraction brewing between him and Patricia. As much as I want to stay out of their personal lives, Patricia is like a baby sister to me—spoiled, sharp-tongued, and always two steps ahead of everyone. She’s Hyacinth’s best friend, and I don’t want Hyacinth to worry about her either. So, I’ve decided to keep a close eye on things, even if it means stepping into territory I’d rather avoid.I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, the soft hum of the office filling the silence as I scrolled through the list Hyacinth had sent me. It was all photos—handbags, shoes, and a few pieces of jewelry. My wife has always had an eye for elegance, and I couldn’t help but smile at her impeccable taste. I called for my assistant, who appeared promptly, her heels clicking softly against the polished flo
**Raven**Understanding the immense influence Hyacinth’s mother held in the business world only fueled my determination to provide for Hyacinth in every way possible. Her mother’s wealth was hers, not mine, and I respected that boundary. But every penny I earned, every success I achieved, was for Hyacinth. She was my purpose, my driving force. I built my empire not for glory or power, but to ensure she lived a life free from worry, surrounded by the luxury she deserved. Yet, no amount of wealth could erase the pain etched on her face when she spoke of her mother. The emotional scars from her family ran deep, and it pained me to see her cry. Her mother, a brilliant mind who had saved countless companies, had left behind a legacy—and a final message to secure her daughter’s future. It wasn’t just the Charles Law Firm searching for Hyacinth; Sinclair was also in the mix. The weight of it all was overwhelming, but I would shoulder it for her.We left the mansion late that night, after Hy
*** The Stalker ***I made sure my face was concealed, either with a prosthetic or by obscuring my features enough to mislead anyone who might try to identify me. I wore cheap, nondescript clothing that covered me from head to toe, and beneath my winter hat, I tucked away a set of fake dreadlocks. Disguise is an art, and I am its meticulous artist. The headlines had confirmed what I already knew: Hyacinth is perfection incarnate. A flawless wife, a goddess among mortals. Today, she sat in that café near Central Park, the one she frequents. She was draped in a white trench coat, leather boots hugging her slender legs, and a mini dress that teased just enough to drive me mad. Beneath it all, thick socks climbed up her thighs, and the mere thought of peeling them away, of touching her skin, sent shivers of desire through me. But then, my mind wandered to her sister, Raven, who had the audacity to tarnish Hyacinth’s purity. Raven, who claimed Hyacinth lost her virginity at fifteen—or wa