Elena's POVI waited for hours until I dozed off eventually. The loud scream which rang out from Lily's room woke me up in the early hours of the morning. I checked my bedside clock, rubbing my eyes. It was half past three in the morning. Another scream rang out, this time louder than before. I could hear the hurried footsteps, banging doors and hushed whispers.“Elenaaaaa! Somebody help!!” Lily screamed.I wore a coat over my night dress and rushed out. In the hallway, two or three servants were hurrying into her room.“Ma'am, what's wrong? What is going on? Are you alright?” I asked, holding her outstretched hand.She clutched her belly with one hand, grabbing onto my wrist with another hand as she winced in pain.“Call Julian. Please, I'm dying.” She pleaded.“Go and call Sir Julian.” I ordered the servant that stood at the door in fear and she scurried away.“Ma'am, what can I do to help? A glass of water, coffee?” I asked in panic, supporting her head with my hand.“No. I don't
Julian's POVI could feel my blood rush as I sat down on the lobby seats, staring at the ceiling aimlessly. Lily must be in serious pains by now. She looked so pale on our way to the hospital.Is this what Gina experienced when she lost her baby? I felt a pang of guilt gnawing at my chest but I dismissed it.It wasn't my idea to poison Gina. Lily came up with that on her own Accord, if I knew she was going to do that, I would have spoke up against it.Anyways, this might be Lily's retribution time. Or maybe her own pains is just intense?I shook my head to brush these negative thoughts away. The time was past 4am by the time I checked my phone.My heart raced when I got a call from one of my friends. I had called him for support earlier.“Hey man. What's up?” I asked, swallowing down the lump in the throat that formed this night.“I'm sorry about your wife's condition. I wish I could help but I'm low on funds at the moment.” He said.The world around me darkened and I felt like I was
Gina's POVAlex turned me around to meet his worried gaze. I stood, rigidly, meeting his gaze.“Well, because they're your family no matter what. Lily is still your sister not minding what happened.” Alex said, shrugging his shoulders.“That's simple for you to say. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't consider someone who poisoned you as your sister.” I blurted out.“I understand how you feel. But then…” Alex started, gesticulating with his right hand.“You understand? Have you been betrayed before? Not just by anyone but your own blood?” I asked in irritation, cutting his silly statement short.“Gina, that's not the point…” “It's a ‘yes or no’ question, Alexander. Have you or have you not?” I retorted, placing my hands on my waist.“Okay. No, I haven't experienced that before. However…”“Then, you obviously don't understand how I feel. You can only assume. So, please don't try to push on this matter. Like I said before, I'm late for work.”I grabbed my handbag and walked out of th
Julian's POVI held Lily's waist as I guided her down the hallway. I guided her to the car parked outside and helped her get inside. Leaving her at the back passenger seat, I went to the driver's seat and started the engine. It revved back to life and we drove off.Lily looked so pale and weak, her eyes were shut throughout most of our journey home.“Sweetie, is there anything you'd want me to get for you along the way?” I asked, attempting to strike a conversation but she shook her head in the negative.“Are you sure you're comfortable?” I asked again, looking backwards to catch a glimpse of her face.She simply nodded in the affirmative without saying another word. I decided to respect her silence and keep driving.We got to our home and parked in the driveway. Before I could get the door for her, she opened and walked out firmly.She walked ahead to the front door and knocked without turning to look at me. Her sudden silence and cold demeanor, seemed odd to me.I locked the car do
Lily's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, looking into empty space. My mind was blank yet filled with noises. I kept hearing whispers, shouts but above all, the sound of a crying baby.Not just any baby, my baby!Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I had envisaged how I would take good care of my child, the joy of seeing a mini version of myself was the only thing I could think about.But now, it's all gone. Like the wind, in the twinkle of an eye. It hurt so much. I could still feel pangs of pain at the corners of my lower abdomen.I groaned as I clutched the bed covers with my hands. I was in pains, partially from the miscarriage but mainly from the heartbreak.That child was my hope, my happiness. When I remembered my father's will which stated that either Gina or I must have a child in order to secure the inheritance, I shed fresh tears.I was almost there. I remembered how Julian and I tried so hard to make this baby. Now, she's gone.Our hope was that we'd have t
Lily's POVAs I screamed out for help in my dream, my eyes flew open. I looked around the room in panic, the environment looking strange to me.I rose quietly from the floor and headed into the bathroom. As I removed my clothes, I turned on the shower faucet and allowed the warm water to pour on me.It was both refreshing and soothing. I remained there for a long time, wondering about the relevance of this dream I just had.When I finally came out of the bathroom, I slid into a loose fitting gown and lay down quietly on the bed. I don't know how long I remained in that position, but I soon drifted off to sleep. I was a bit subconscious when Julian came into my room and sat by my bedside.“Hey Baby. You look so tired. I wish there was anything I could do to help you out of this situation.” He took my hand in his, caressing my fingers.I was wide awake but I shut my eyes so that he would think I'm still sleeping. If only he would let go of my hand and go away. His presence makes me ups
Julian's POVIt's been three days since Lily returned from the hospital. She has been avoiding me for reasons known best to her. She has refused to leave her room nor interact with anyone.All she does each day is to lock herself up inside, sleeping and crying. She barely eats nor accepts any gestures from anyone. I was beginning to get worried about her because this is totally different from the Lily I got married to.I called the doctor to inform her of Lily's condition this past days.“Hello, Sir Julian. How is your wife, Lily doing?” The doctor asked.“Not good. I don't understand my wife at longer ever since she returned. She has been avoiding me as though I'm to blame for the incident that occured.” I said.“Have you tried speaking to her and know why she is avoiding you?” She asked.“She has refused to speak to anyone. Not even me. She locks herself inside her room most of the time. I'm really worried. Is this how she'll heal?” I scratched my head in utmost confusion.“I can't
Julian's POVLily sprag up, like one who was stung by an ant.“Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean by ‘all you do is sleep’?” She asked, anger creeping into her voice.Great. We are finally going to have this conversation.“Is that not what you do? You lie on bed, sleep, eat, bathe, rinse and repeat for three straight days now. How long do you plan to continue like this?” I insisted.“What else do you want me to be doing?” “You're not the first to loose a child. Your stepsister suffered a miscarriage too, remember? And the funniest part is that you orchestrated it. She was still strong enough to return from the hospital and keep living. But you…Oh my goodness.”“So you're comparing me to Gina now? Isn't it? Her body is different from mine in so many ways. Besides, why must you almost rub it on my face that I caused her miscarriage?”she asked.“Did you not?” I intercepted.“Julian, you're unbelievable. I didn't expect this from you.” she said, shaking her head.“Find something and ma
Gina's POV I couldn’t stop hugging Alex. Over and over again, I threw my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him as if I could somehow merge our souls together. My heart swelled with so much love and happiness that I thought I might burst. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered against his chest, inhaling his scent—warm, musky, and familiar. “I just… I never thought we’d get here.” Alex pulled back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His thumb traced the corner of my lips, and his deep blue eyes shimmered with affection. “Believe it, Gina. Because from now on, we’re together—*truly* together.” A fresh wave of emotion washed over me, but before I could say anything, Alex suddenly grinned. “We need to celebrate.” I raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we already?” He chuckled, stepping away to retrieve a sleek black case from a nearby table. When he turned back around, he held up a bottle of champagne, its golden liquid glistening under the soft candlelight. I gasped. “You
Gina's POV The drive to the estate was nothing short of magical. With the countryside stretching out before us, golden fields bathed in sunlight and rolling hills fading into the horizon, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Alex had one hand on the wheel, his other hand reaching over to gently intertwine his fingers with mine. Every so often, he would glance at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he cracked one joke after another. I couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, okay, stop! My cheeks are hurting,” I giggled, swatting at his arm playfully. “You love my jokes,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t deny it. He had a way of making me laugh so effortlessly, even when I least expected it. As the radio played a soft tune, Alex suddenly turned up the volume and grinned at me. “Come on, let’s sing!” I raised an eyebrow. “You *know* I can’t sing.” “That’s the fun part!” he teased. And just like that, we both burst into song, completely out o
Gina's POV The next afternoon, as I sat in the living room, sipping tea and flipping through a book, Alex walked in with a mischievous smile. "We’re leaving tomorrow," he announced. I raised a brow, setting my book aside. "Leaving? Where to?" "The estate," he said, walking over to sit beside me. He took my hand in his, gently rubbing circles against my palm. "I figured we could spend some time there alone, just the two of us. Consider it a romantic getaway." A rush of excitement flooded through me. I hadn’t even stepped foot in my grandfather’s estate yet, and now, Alex wanted to take me there for a whole week? "A vacation?" I beamed. He nodded. "Just you and me." I nearly squealed, throwing my arms around him. "That sounds amazing!" His deep chuckle vibrated against my chest as he hugged me back. As soon as I pulled away, I called for Lana. "We have to start packing!" ### **Packing for the Trip** Lana followed me upstairs, and as soon as we reached my room, I s
Gina's POV Ever since I returned from the hospital, Alex had been treating me like a delicate piece of glass. He barely let me lift a finger, always making sure I had everything I needed before I could even ask. At first, I appreciated his attentiveness, but after a while, it started to feel overwhelming. "Alex, I can do it myself," I protested one morning when he tried to help me put on my slippers. He ignored my complaint, slipping them onto my feet with ease. "You’re pregnant, Gina. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything." I rolled my eyes. "I’m not an invalid. I can still function, you know." He smirked but didn’t argue, simply brushing a kiss against my forehead before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. This had been my life for the past few weeks—Alex doting on me as if I were royalty. I won’t lie; it felt good to be cared for, to be loved in a way I had never truly experienced before. But at the same time, it terrified me. Was he doing this because he
Gina's POV The air inside the car felt heavy as Alex and I rode home from the hospital. My hands rested gently over my stomach, still trying to grasp the reality of the life growing inside me. I should have been happy. This was supposed to be a moment of joy, of hope. Yet, deep inside, I felt something else—something dark, uncertain. The doctor had given me strict instructions—what to eat, what to avoid, when to come in for checkups. She had been reassuring, telling me that everything looked fine, that I was healthy. But none of it eased the fear that gnawed at my chest. Alex glanced at me as he drove. “You’ve been quiet,” he noted softly. I forced a small smile. “Just tired.” He reached for my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll get through this together.” I nodded but said nothing. When we arrived home, Lana was already waiting for us. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she rushed toward me. “Oh my God, Gina! I just heard!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “
Gina's POV As Alex and I stepped out of the courthouse, the blinding flashes of cameras assaulted my eyes. The air buzzed with urgency as reporters pushed microphones in our faces, bombarding us with an endless stream of questions. “Miss Saxton, how do you feel about the verdict?” “Do you think justice was truly served today?” “What are your plans for Julian’s company now that it’s been shut down?” "How do you feel about your family members being imprisoned?""What was your reaction when you found out that your sister was with your husband?"Their voices blurred together, a chaotic mixture of curiosity, speculation, and sensationalism. I kept my face expressionless, my lips pressed into a firm line as I walked forward. I had no interest in feeding the media frenzy. Alex, ever the protective force beside me, placed a firm hand on my lower back, guiding me through the throng of reporters. He shot a glare at one particularly aggressive journalist who tried to block our path.
Gina's POV Today was the day. I had waited for this moment for so long that it almost felt surreal. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replayed everything that had led up to this. The betrayals, the suffering, the fight for justice—it all came down to this one day. But before I could dwell too much on it, a wave of nausea hit me suddenly and violently. My stomach churned, and I barely had time to rush to the bathroom before I was kneeling over the toilet, vomiting. I gripped the sink afterward, breathing heavily as I wiped my mouth. What was that? I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t even nervous, not really. So why did my body react like this? A soft knock on the bathroom door made me turn. Lana, my personal assistant, peeked in, her face etched with concern. “Gina? Are you okay?” she asked, stepping closer. I forced a small smile. “I’m fine. Probably just the stress.” Lana didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push further. Instead, she helped me freshen up befor
Gina's POV #Gina's Triumph The night was ours. After months of battles, betrayals, and carefully orchestrated revenge, Alex and I finally had the victory we deserved. As we drove home, the cool night breeze drifted through the car windows, carrying with it the scent of the city—fresh rain on asphalt, the distant aroma of food vendors closing shop, and the faint trace of the ocean in the distance. I let my head rest against the window, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I replayed the look of horror on Julian, Lily, Monica, and Antoinette’s faces when the police took them away. Justice. Finally. Alex reached over and placed a hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You did it, Gina,” he murmured. “You got your revenge.” I turned to face him, my heart swelling with gratitude. “*We* did it.” He chuckled. “Damn right we did. Now let’s celebrate.” Stopping by a liquor store, we grabbed several bottles of expensive wine and whiskey. Tonight wasn’t about drinking in
Gina's POV The time was almost 10pm. I had closed from work and now, I have one thing left before I can retire for the day. Yeah, call me wicked, but I love having my revengeAfterall, everyone gets what they deserve.The evening air was thick with the promise of a storm, but I felt nothing but satisfaction as I pulled up in front of the police station. The street lights flickered above, casting elongated shadows as I stepped out of my car and walked toward the entrance. My heels clicked against the pavement, the sound sharp and unwavering—just like my resolve. Inside, the station bustled with activity. Officers moved from desk to desk, filing reports, answering calls, and booking criminals. The scent of stale coffee and ink filled the air, but I ignored it, heading straight to the front desk where a tired-looking officer sat, skimming through some documents. He looked up, his gaze assessing. “How can I help you?” “I’d like to press charges,” I said, my voice firm. His brow l