Julia.“Where is it?” I muttered to myself, knowing fully well no one was with me in my room.My heart was beat so abnormally in my chest, frustration clouding my every thought as I tossed and turned the contents of my drawers. I knew I had left the birth control pills somewhere. They had to be here. My breath quickened as I pulled out clothes and papers, the frantic search growing more desperate with each passing minute. How could I have been so careless? Oh my goodness! Benjamin would not even want to hear of this.I swiped my hand across the countertop, knocking over a jar, and it fall and broke immediately. I needed to find those damn pills, to make sure that Benjamin’s wishes remained unbroken. He had made it very clear over the last six months—no children. I had tried every method of persuasion I could think of. I even begged him, in tears, to reconsider, to let us have a child. But he stood firm, saying I hadn’t fully recovered from my kidney transplant seven months ago. I did
Julia."What the hell did you just say?" I recovered from the shock of what I just heard and tried to comport myself. "What are you trying to insinuate?""Or rather," I gritted, my gaze sweeping her strapless yellow sheath, "what nonsense are you saying about this bastard of yours being my husband’s child?”Rose stood before me, her eyes burning with flames but the truth was, I was burning with a much bigger anger in my vein. But while I looked at her, it felt as though she could devour me with her gaze and rip my life apart."He was right, you know? You're the biggest fool on this planet. Even though I'd given you a million years, you still won't see what's right in front of you." She muttered, taking a few steps towards me, "you're here, enjoying your life while I watch my son cry himself to sleep every night!" She yelled, her words echoing through the room. But even as she shouted, I still couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.I stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontr
Julia.Daddy? No fucking way!My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I found it really hard to swallow because of the tightness that had suddenly developed in my throat.No! There had to be a mix up somewhere. This couldn’t be true. My eyes drifted from the little boy to Benjamin. I was silently pleading with him to tell me that it was all a mix up and this wasn’t what I thought it was.I didn’t know if I was hurt or angry, but one thing I was certain of was that I was doomed.“Is this your child?” I asked, even I couldn't recognize my own voice. It sounded more like a growl and I clenched my fist tightly just to keep myself under control.“It’s…it’s…I…uhm…can we at least talk about this in private?”“Answer the damn question Benjamin, is this your child or not? Is he yours?” I blinked back the tears threatening to spill.“Please tell me this is some sort of mix up because I don’t know what to do or what to say right now. Please just say something.”He didn’t respond, he just mai
Camilla.It had been a week since I woke up from the coma, and nothing made sense. My memories were still a fragmented mess, pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. The only thing I knew for sure was a name—Julia.That name echoed in my mind, over and over again. Julia. My little sister. But why was she the only thing I could remember? And if she was my sister, why hadn’t she come looking for me? I sighed, rubbing my temples as I sat on the hospital bed. The room smelled of antiseptic and cheap soap, the walls a dull white that only added to the emptiness inside me. The nurses came and went, reminding me about the bills I had yet to pay. I had nothing—no money, no family, no past. Just this empty shell of a life I couldn't even remember. I needed air. Pushing myself up, I walked out of the room and down the sterile hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold tiles. My legs carried me forward aimlessly, my mind clouded with thoughts that led nowhere. Before I knew it,
Benjamin.I paced relentlessly, a tempest of rage churning inside of me. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and with a single, furious motion, I sent everything on my desk crashing to the floor. "Dammit!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room.It was a shock.Seeing her standing there was a terrible shock. I had given her clear instructions, confident that I had everything under control, confident that I had covered up all my tracks.How could things have gone so wrong? I had meticulously planned and executed every step, building Julia’s trust, earning her loyalty. Just when it seemed like I had finally secured what I desired, Rose had to show up with our son and jeopardize everything!"Brat!"I couldn't really remember when I had been so angry. I wanted nothing more than to make Rose pay for what she did. That fool thinks I care about her or anyone else? All I want is as much money that I can get and live my best life! I’m so damn tired of leaving of wo
Camilla’s POVA gunshot rang out. Then another. And another. Pain exploded in my chest, searing, unbearable. I gasped, trying to scream, but no sound came out. My body felt heavy, sinking, drowning in darkness— I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my hands clutching my chest. My heart pounded violently as I tried to catch my breath. Cold sweat covered my skin, and my fingers trembled as I reached up, expecting to find blood. But there was nothing. Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit room around me. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. The sound of rain pattered against the roof, but something was off. Drip. Drip. Drip. I frowned, looking up just in time to feel a cold drop of water splash onto my forehead. Then another. "Great," I muttered, throwing the thin blanket off me. The roof was leaking again. This has been the story of my life ever since I moved in here with Racheal.The wind howled through the cracks in the walls,
Camilla.The morning air was cold and damp, but I barely noticed. I sat on the hard pavement outside the small, rundown shelter we had been thrown out of, my arms wrapped around Racheal’s frail body. Her skin was clammy, her breathing weak and uneven. "Racheal," I whispered, gently shaking her. "Wake up. We have to get you help." She groaned softly but didn’t move. Panic clawed at my chest. She had been weak last night, but now she was worse. Much worse. I couldn’t waste another second. Summoning every bit of strength I had, I lifted her onto my back. She was light—too light for someone who had been surviving on scraps for so long. With shaky legs, I started toward the nearest hospital. Each step was agony. My ribs throbbed from the beating last night, my muscles ached, and my stomach growled in protest, I haven’t eaten since yesterday but then that wasn’t I cared about at this point.I had to rushed her to the hospital before this gets worse!By the time I reached the hospi
Julia.It had been a week since my world shattered. Seven days since I found out that my husband—the man I had given everything to—had a son with his personal assistant. Seven days of silence, of sleepless nights, of a rage so deep it threatened to consume me. I couldn’t even look at Benjamin without feeling sick. For the past week, I had avoided him completely. I locked myself in my room, only coming out when I knew he wasn’t around. He had tried talking to me at first, but I ignored him. What was there to say? What could he possibly say that would erase the betrayal? The only thing that filled my mind now was revenge. I had given up my rights to Camilla’s company for him. I had trusted him blindly. And now, I saw the truth—Benjamin wasn’t just a liar, he was dangerous. If I didn’t act fast, I would lose everything. Everything that I killed Camilla for.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My fingers clenched around the silk sheets as my mind raced. I n
Benjamin.I sat at my desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood, my mind racing. Julia had been here. She had gone through the company’s financial records. I clenched my jaw, staring at the stack of documents in front of me. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn’t ready for it. Now she knew—knew that the company was on the brink of bankruptcy. And if she knew that, then she also knew that I had been lying to her. Damn it. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. There was only one way to distract her now—give her what she wanted. Isaiah. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Julia had given me two days, and the clock was already ticking. If I wanted to keep her from looking deeper into the company’s finances, I needed to act fast. But first, the meeting. I straightened my tie and I was so damn determined to get that contract. This business deal was my last chance to keep the company afloat. If I could just secure this contract, I could buy mysel
Grey."Enough Grey! I’ve had it up to here with all the nonsense you keep doing!”My father’s voice boomed through the grand dining hall, shaking the walls just as it shook my patience. I barely spared him a glance as I buttoned the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, adjusting my tie in the reflection of the antique mirror. "You will get married, Grey," he continued, slamming his palm against the table. "You will find a woman, settle down, and give me a grandchild!" I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips together. Same speech. Different day. My goodness! Doesn’t this old man ever get tired? I mean he just got back from the hospital few months ago! "Father," I said, my voice steady, "we’ve had this conversation a hundred times. My answer hasn’t changed. I wonder why you keep bringing it up again and again!”"And it’s a disgraceful answer!" My mother stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. "You’re being selfish, Grey. You think this is about you? This is abo
Julia.It had been a week since my world shattered. Seven days since I found out that my husband—the man I had given everything to—had a son with his personal assistant. Seven days of silence, of sleepless nights, of a rage so deep it threatened to consume me. I couldn’t even look at Benjamin without feeling sick. For the past week, I had avoided him completely. I locked myself in my room, only coming out when I knew he wasn’t around. He had tried talking to me at first, but I ignored him. What was there to say? What could he possibly say that would erase the betrayal? The only thing that filled my mind now was revenge. I had given up my rights to Camilla’s company for him. I had trusted him blindly. And now, I saw the truth—Benjamin wasn’t just a liar, he was dangerous. If I didn’t act fast, I would lose everything. Everything that I killed Camilla for.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. My fingers clenched around the silk sheets as my mind raced. I n
Camilla.The morning air was cold and damp, but I barely noticed. I sat on the hard pavement outside the small, rundown shelter we had been thrown out of, my arms wrapped around Racheal’s frail body. Her skin was clammy, her breathing weak and uneven. "Racheal," I whispered, gently shaking her. "Wake up. We have to get you help." She groaned softly but didn’t move. Panic clawed at my chest. She had been weak last night, but now she was worse. Much worse. I couldn’t waste another second. Summoning every bit of strength I had, I lifted her onto my back. She was light—too light for someone who had been surviving on scraps for so long. With shaky legs, I started toward the nearest hospital. Each step was agony. My ribs throbbed from the beating last night, my muscles ached, and my stomach growled in protest, I haven’t eaten since yesterday but then that wasn’t I cared about at this point.I had to rushed her to the hospital before this gets worse!By the time I reached the hospi
Camilla’s POVA gunshot rang out. Then another. And another. Pain exploded in my chest, searing, unbearable. I gasped, trying to scream, but no sound came out. My body felt heavy, sinking, drowning in darkness— I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my hands clutching my chest. My heart pounded violently as I tried to catch my breath. Cold sweat covered my skin, and my fingers trembled as I reached up, expecting to find blood. But there was nothing. Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit room around me. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. The sound of rain pattered against the roof, but something was off. Drip. Drip. Drip. I frowned, looking up just in time to feel a cold drop of water splash onto my forehead. Then another. "Great," I muttered, throwing the thin blanket off me. The roof was leaking again. This has been the story of my life ever since I moved in here with Racheal.The wind howled through the cracks in the walls,
Benjamin.I paced relentlessly, a tempest of rage churning inside of me. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and with a single, furious motion, I sent everything on my desk crashing to the floor. "Dammit!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room.It was a shock.Seeing her standing there was a terrible shock. I had given her clear instructions, confident that I had everything under control, confident that I had covered up all my tracks.How could things have gone so wrong? I had meticulously planned and executed every step, building Julia’s trust, earning her loyalty. Just when it seemed like I had finally secured what I desired, Rose had to show up with our son and jeopardize everything!"Brat!"I couldn't really remember when I had been so angry. I wanted nothing more than to make Rose pay for what she did. That fool thinks I care about her or anyone else? All I want is as much money that I can get and live my best life! I’m so damn tired of leaving of wo
Camilla.It had been a week since I woke up from the coma, and nothing made sense. My memories were still a fragmented mess, pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. The only thing I knew for sure was a name—Julia.That name echoed in my mind, over and over again. Julia. My little sister. But why was she the only thing I could remember? And if she was my sister, why hadn’t she come looking for me? I sighed, rubbing my temples as I sat on the hospital bed. The room smelled of antiseptic and cheap soap, the walls a dull white that only added to the emptiness inside me. The nurses came and went, reminding me about the bills I had yet to pay. I had nothing—no money, no family, no past. Just this empty shell of a life I couldn't even remember. I needed air. Pushing myself up, I walked out of the room and down the sterile hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold tiles. My legs carried me forward aimlessly, my mind clouded with thoughts that led nowhere. Before I knew it,
Julia.Daddy? No fucking way!My heart was beating wildly in my chest and I found it really hard to swallow because of the tightness that had suddenly developed in my throat.No! There had to be a mix up somewhere. This couldn’t be true. My eyes drifted from the little boy to Benjamin. I was silently pleading with him to tell me that it was all a mix up and this wasn’t what I thought it was.I didn’t know if I was hurt or angry, but one thing I was certain of was that I was doomed.“Is this your child?” I asked, even I couldn't recognize my own voice. It sounded more like a growl and I clenched my fist tightly just to keep myself under control.“It’s…it’s…I…uhm…can we at least talk about this in private?”“Answer the damn question Benjamin, is this your child or not? Is he yours?” I blinked back the tears threatening to spill.“Please tell me this is some sort of mix up because I don’t know what to do or what to say right now. Please just say something.”He didn’t respond, he just mai
Julia."What the hell did you just say?" I recovered from the shock of what I just heard and tried to comport myself. "What are you trying to insinuate?""Or rather," I gritted, my gaze sweeping her strapless yellow sheath, "what nonsense are you saying about this bastard of yours being my husband’s child?”Rose stood before me, her eyes burning with flames but the truth was, I was burning with a much bigger anger in my vein. But while I looked at her, it felt as though she could devour me with her gaze and rip my life apart."He was right, you know? You're the biggest fool on this planet. Even though I'd given you a million years, you still won't see what's right in front of you." She muttered, taking a few steps towards me, "you're here, enjoying your life while I watch my son cry himself to sleep every night!" She yelled, her words echoing through the room. But even as she shouted, I still couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.I stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontr