VICTOR I took a deep breath, my fists balled as I tried to keep my voice calm. "I couldn't save Sophia," I said firmly. "My priority was Isabella. I had to get her out. I had to take her to the hospital." Lucas’s scream cut through the room like a knife. "Are you even hearing yourself?!" he roared, grabbing my shirt with both hands and shaking me violently. "You left Sophia to die?" I shoved him back, anger burning in my chest. "I didn’t leave her. She made her choice! She planned everything! She lured Isabella there, she tied her up, she set the place on fire!" Lucas’s eyes flashed with rage. "And you actually believe that? You think someone as weak as Sophia...someone who was pregnant..had the ability to set up such a trap?" I scoffed. "She fooled you. She wasn't as weak as you thought." Lucas shook his head. "Victor, wake up! You know damn well that setting up something like that takes planning! It takes money! Sophia had no money! She had no resources! How was she s
VICTOR I stood there, watching everything unfold in front of me, but my mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Lucas was crying. My mother was screaming, gripping his shirt and shaking him violently. But none of it made sense to me. I sighed, forcing my voice to cut through the chaos. "Mom, stop!" She didn’t listen. Her nails dug into Lucas’s collar as she shook him like a madwoman. "Because of you!" she cried. "Because of your lies.....because of my hatred..Sophia suffered! She suffered!" I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Lucas. "Enough!" She turned to me, her face red, her eyes wild with grief. Lucas coughed, catching his breath before glaring at me. "Victor, even if what I said was a lie...do you really believe Sophia was capable of kidnapping Isabella?" I gritted my teeth. "Yes, I do. I saw Isabella. I saw the bruises on her face, the tears in her eyes! I was there! I saw everything firsthand! Sophia tried to act like the victim, but she was th
ISABELLA The moment I received Victor’s call, my heart nearly burst with joy. His voice, calm and endearing, delivered the words I had been longing to hear. He wanted me..truly, fully, and forever. My fingers trembled as I clutched my phone. Was this real? Was this really happening? I had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined a thousand ways it could happen, and now it was here. A marriage proposal from the man I wanted. A fresh start, a perfect ending to all the pain Sophia had caused. I wasted no time. An hour later, I sat up in my hospital bed, no longer having a need to pretend. “Doctor, I want to be discharged,” I said firmly. He hesitated. “Are you sure? You complained that....” “I’m fine,” I cut him off, my voice light with excitement. “I feel so much better now. I have no reason to stay here anymore.” I called Victor back, practically bubbling with happiness. “Your proposal healed me,” I told him with a laugh. “I don’t need this hospital bed anymore.” He
ISABELLA Everything was finally falling into place. Everything I had ever wanted was now within my grasp. As I sat in my car, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I allowed myself a satisfied smile. I had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let anything slip through my fingers now. My mind drifted back to that fire, the smoke, the heat. The moment Victor had almost turned to save Sophia. I had seen the hesitation in his eyes, the way his body had tensed, the instinct to untie her. But I couldn’t let that happen. So I did what I had to do. I had collapsed, pretended to faint, made myself the helpless victim in desperate need of saving. And Victor...predictable, honorable Victor had chosen me. Just like I knew he would. In the hospital, I had played my part flawlessly. Hysterical sobbing, shaking hands, panic-stricken eyes. The doctors had taken one look at me and decided my condition was far too fragile. They had fussed over me, sedated me, kept me under close observ
SOPHIA I was burning. The flames roared around me, licking at my skin, suffocating me, swallowing me whole. I could hear my own screams, raw and desperate, but no one came. No one tried to save me. And then, darkness consumed me. I gasped awake, my body jerking violently as I panted for breath. My skin was damp with sweat, my heart racing like a wild drum inside my chest. For a moment, I was lost between reality and the nightmare, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my eyes darting around the dimly lit room. But the fire was gone. The pain, however, lingered. I swallowed, my throat dry, as I slowly turned to my right. My phone lay there, just where I had left it before I fell asleep. I had charged it earlier after Caleb had brought me a charger. Before that, I had surprisingly found it in my pocket, switched off. How had it even survived that fire? Had someone slipped it back into my pocket before leaving me to burn? I couldn't remember much about it but I was glad Caleb
SOPHIA Caleb watched me carefully, his eyes filled with understanding. He wasn’t pushing me. He wasn’t forcing me to do anything I wasn’t ready for. Instead, he simply nodded, his voice calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Sophia. The decision is yours,” he said softly. “But listen to me...Victor and Isabella are rushing to get married because they think you are dead. They didn’t even hesitate.” I clenched my fists. They couldn’t wait. They had discarded me like trash and moved on without a second thought. Caleb continued. “That’s why there’s no need to wait three months before serving them divorce papers. It’s better if we do it as soon as possible. That way, they’ll know you’re alive before Victor tries to forge a death certificate for you.” I sighed. The thought of Victor, the man I once loved, legally declaring me dead just so he could erase me from his life, sent a shiver through me. But I had to be strong. I nodded. “Okay. Do it. Send the divorce papers.” Caleb hesi
ISABELLA I had never felt this powerful before. I walked through the boutique like I owned the world, ordering employees around, picking whatever caught my eye, and swiping Victor’s card like money had no meaning. Because to me, it didn’t. Not anymore. I was Isabella Sinclair now...the wife of Victor Sinclair. And that meant his wealth belonged to me. As I glanced at my reflection in one of the boutique mirrors, I smiled. A week ago, I had nothing. A week ago, I was just another woman chasing after a man’s affection. But now? I had everything. Everything I ever wanted. Over the past week, I had spent billions. Shoes, clothes, jewelry...there was nothing I couldn’t buy. My father’s company, which had once been struggling, was now flourishing, thanks to the money I had funneled into it. My mother was living like a queen, and I? I was in heaven. After paying for everything, I turned to my mother and handed her a thick envelope of cash. “Go home, Mom. Enjoy yourself,” I s
ISABELLA My phone buzzed just as I was finishing my little monologue to Victor’s lifeless body. I picked it up with a smirk, already knowing who it was. “Hey, baby! I miss you already too. Okay, I’ll be right there.” I ended the call and turned back to Victor, shaking my head with mock pity. “Unfortunately, I have to go,” I sighed. “I mean, I’d love to stay, but look at you. You can’t even move. You’re practically useless.” I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “And a girl has needs, you know? So… goodbye, darling.” I blew him a kiss before leaving to my room. Walking to the mirror, I took my time to get dressed. A silky red dress, high heels, and just the right amount of perfume. I needed to look irresistible. By the time I walked out of the mansion, I was a vision of perfection, ready to spend the night in the arms of my lover. The hotel room was lavish, and the scent of expensive wine filling the air. The man waiting for me grinned as I stepped in, his hands im
MONTHS LATER The early morning sun filtered through the cream-colored curtains of Sophia and Caleb’s bedroom, casting a soft golden glow over the room. It was quiet, peaceful—too peaceful for what was about to happen. Sophia stirred in bed, her brows furrowed slightly as a sharp wave of discomfort ran through her lower back. She shifted, thinking it was just the usual pregnancy ache she’d been dealing with for weeks now. But then, a second wave came... stronger, more distinct, and she gasped, her hand flying to her belly. “Caleb…” she whispered, a mixture of nervousness and urgency in her voice. He stirred beside her, his eyes opening in slow confusion. “Soph? You okay?” “I think…” she breathed, pausing as another contraction hit, this one more intense than the last. “I think the baby’s coming.” That was all Caleb needed to hear. He jumped out of bed in a flash, suddenly wide awake, his mind scrambling to recall everything they had planned. He rushed to grab the hospital
The day finally came for Ezekiel and Irene's wedding.. The venue was a grand, open-air estate draped in soft white fabrics and adorned with cascading flowers in shades of blush, ivory, and gold. A warm breeze carried the scent of fresh roses through the air, while violins played gently in the background. The crowd was large, filled with dignitaries, friends, family, and loved ones who had gathered to celebrate the long-awaited union. Irene looked breathtaking in a flowing, pearl-white gown that hugged her frame perfectly, her veil trailing behind her like a waterfall of lace. Ezekiel stood at the altar, his face a mixture of nervousness and joy, dressed in an impeccably tailored tuxedo. Alina sat in the second row beside Zander, her fingers laced through his as they both watched the ceremony unfold. She wore a pale pink dress that shimmered softly in the light, her hair pinned in soft curls. A few people from Zander’s family had shown up too....his mother, glowing with pride, and
After Zander and Alina left Ezekiel, Irene went back home with him, and for the first time in days, she felt true relief. Finally, the storm had calmed. Ezekiel had taken the first step, and even though it wasn’t a full embrace, it was a beginning. That was all she had ever wanted. Later that day, after they returned home, Alina and Zander were greeted by a surprise—Zander’s grandfather was waiting for them in the grand living room. He sat on his usual armchair, a newspaper resting on the table beside him and a cup of untouched tea growing cold. What surprised Alina most was the soft expression on the old man’s face. “Alina,” he called gently, waving her over. “Come sit.” She glanced at Zander, who gave her a reassuring nod. Alina walked over, heart steady but expectant. Zander’s grandfather had barely spoken a kind word to her since she’d entered the mansion. But ever since the incident with Anna—the exposed plot, the video, the fall down the stairs—his demeanor had changed. Hi
Zander’s grandfather was seething when he was away from Alina and Zander. His cane trembled in his grip as his voice echoed through the room. “How dare she?” he thundered. “How could Anna try to harm Zander’s mother like that? In our home!” The anger in his voice silenced the whispers around him. Everyone, still stunned from the video Alina had shown, stood quietly as the weight of Anna’s betrayal settled over them. Zander’s mother turned toward Alina, her eyes glossy with emotion. She reached out and pulled her into a hug, her voice soft but full of gratitude. “You saved me,” she whispered. “I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if Anna had succeeded. Thank you, Alina.” Before Alina could respond, Zander stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind, drawing her into his chest. “You saved my mom,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.After a while, Zander's grandfather called for Alina and Zander's mother to see him.
The scent of disinfectant filled the private hospital room where Anna lay on the bed, her head bandaged, her arm in a sling. Seated beside her was Daniel’s mother, her lips twisted in frustration as she leaned closer to Anna. "This is not how it was supposed to go," she hissed under her breath. “Your foolish stunt only made things worse. And that stupid son of mine—Daniel let Zander record his confession. Now, not only does Zander have the upper hand, but we’re both walking on thin ice.” Anna groaned and sat up slightly, wincing at the pain in her ribs. “Stop blaming me. Grandfather would never turn on me. I’m the one he loves most. I’m the only one who’s always been by his side.” “Love or not,” Daniel’s mother said with narrowed eyes, “you’re lying here, and that woman....Alina...is still walking around like a queen.” Anna’s expression twisted with pain and jealousy. “What hurts the most is that Zander hasn’t even visited me. Not once. I did everything for him. All I wanted w
When Zander and Alina returned home, Zander didn’t let her walk. He cradled her gently in his arms and was carrying her toward their bedroom when a sharp voice interrupted their peaceful moment. “Zander, put her down and explain yourself right now!” Standing in the hallway was Daniel’s mother, her face twisted with fury. Beside her stood their grandfather, stone-faced and silent, while Daniel trailed behind them, his face swollen and wrapped in white gauze from the bruises Zander had given him the night before. Zander stopped, but he didn’t set Alina down. He kept his arms firmly around her as his gaze met Daniel’s mother’s accusing eyes. “This is unacceptable!” she spat. “How dare you beat up my son for your characterless wife? What sort of example are you trying to set in this family?” Their grandfather stepped forward, his cane tapping the tiled floor. “We demand an explanation, Zander,” he said in a deep, gruff voice. “You’ve become reckless...beating family, creating sc
Despite her doubts and the warning that her brother would never approve, Alina gave a quiet nod and agreed. There was a strange sense of calm in her decision now. “Honestly,” she said softly, “being married to you feels a lot better than going back and letting my brother choose someone else for me again.” Zander didn’t say anything immediately, but the softness in his eyes said everything. A few seconds later, Alina added, “Still, I want to see him. Ezekiel knows the truth about Matt now, and I think I owe it to both of us to try one more time to talk to him.” Zander reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “That’s not a problem,” he said, his tone gentle. “I’ll take you to see him. I just hope he keeps his hands to himself this time. If he ever lays a finger on you again…” Alina smiled faintly and touched his chest. “He won’t. Not now.” Zander nodded, then leaned back slightly and glanced at her. “Can I make a suggestion?” “Sure.” “I was thinking,” he
The sound of running water had faded, and a hush fell over the room as Zander stepped out of the bathroom. Steam followed him, curling like mist around the sharp angles of his body. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead. The tension that had gripped him earlier had dissolved beneath the warm shower, leaving him quieter, calmer—but no less conflicted. Alina, seated on the edge of the bed, looked up as he entered. Her gaze locked on him, her lips parting slightly in surprise at the sight of him. There was a long pause, a silence that crackled between them, filled with all the things neither had said. Zander reached for the towel around his neck, rubbing it through his hair, and then paused. His eyes met hers, and he spoke in a voice that was low but steady. “I never doubted you,” he said. Alina blinked, unsure of what he meant. “Earlier, when I asked if what that idiot said was true,” he continued, his tone soften
Once they entered their bedroom, Alina didn’t waste a second. She pushed Zander gently onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, cupping his face as she captured his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Her actions were bold, deliberate, and had one very specific goal. Just as their kiss deepened and Zander’s arms found their way around her waist, the door creaked open behind them. Anna stood in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide with horror. A second later, her face crumpled, and she turned and ran away, sobbing. Alina pulled back slowly and rolled off Zander, a sly smile curving her lips as she lay beside him. Zander looked at her, slightly breathless. “What was that smile for?” Alina sat up and brushed her fingers through her hair, still smirking. “Well, she came to my face and warned me earlier tonight. I just thought I’d return the favor... in a way she won’t forget.” Zander blinked at her. “So this was for Anna?” “Partly,” she replied calmly. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it. B