I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.
Lihat lebih banyakThe night air was crisp, and the city’s skyline sparkled with the glow of neon lights. Serena stood at the window of her penthouse, staring out at the world she had once tried so hard to fit into. Her life, her journey, had been anything but ordinary, and she had built it from the ground up. Yet, no matter how many mountains she climbed, the shadows of her past always seemed to loom, threatening to pull her back into the dark. But tonight, tonight was different.Tonight, Lucian had planned a surprise birthday party for their daughter, Chloe. The media had buzzed about it for days, and though Serena hadn’t known the full details, she could already feel the tension mounting. Lucian, with his charm and political ties, had made the grand gesture—inviting all the right people, making sure the event would be covered by the press. It was supposed to be a moment of redemption, a way to publicly restore his image. But there was something deeper at play tonight, something Serena couldn’t ignor
It had been days since the media frenzy surrounding the scandal had calmed, but Serena's heart had yet to catch up with the peace the world thought she had found. Her thoughts remained a storm of confusion, betrayal, and reluctant understanding. She had rebuilt herself, brick by brick, while the world watched. But now, a message had arrived, one she never expected—one she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.Lucian’s apology.It came unexpectedly, the message piercing through the silence she had grown used to. Serena had been sitting at her office desk, the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders like an unrelenting storm, when the notification flashed across her phone.“I know I’ve failed you. I hurt you in ways I’ll never be able to forgive myself for. But I want you to know how deeply sorry I am, and I’m asking you, Serena, for a chance to make it right. Please, let me prove to you that I can be the man you deserve.”Serena’s breath caught in her throat. His words,
Serena sat in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection, the weight of the past few days pressing heavily on her shoulders. She hadn’t slept properly in days. The rumors, the whispers, the allegations—everything felt like a storm that never stopped battering her. It wasn’t just the media that was tearing her down. It was the pain in her heart, the unrelenting feeling of betrayal, and the realization that everything she had built could be crumbling before her eyes.Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone. The headlines blared at her like flashing lights in a dark room. Serena Voss: Unfaithful Wife. Scandal Shakes Political Family. Lucian Voss to Remarry after Family Scandal. Her Ex-Boyfriend: The Truth Behind the Affair. The social media comments were even worse, calling her everything from a home-wrecker to a liar, questioning her loyalty as a wife and mother.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Lucian hadn’t spoken to her since the public fallout, and ev
Serena had been up all night, her mind racing. She could no longer ignore the pieces of the puzzle that were slowly revealing themselves, each discovery harder to digest than the last. Jason’s phone call had given her the push she needed, and she had already traced a few threads herself. The truth, though, still eluded her.Now, Jason stood before her, his face grim. The information he had gathered wasn’t just shocking—it was destabilizing.“Serena,” he began, his voice low and measured, “you need to understand that what I’m about to tell you isn’t just about family. It’s about biology, about genetics. It’s about the unspoken truth of your bloodline.”She motioned for him to continue. The room felt small, suffocating. The air was thick with tension as he explained further.“The connection between you and your ex—it’s not merely a coincidence of fate. It’s genetic, and it's deeper than you could have imagined. Your family tree... it’s complicated. But I found something. A connection
Serena sat alone in her dimly lit office, her fingers trembling as they hovered above the desk. The phone had just gone dead, the silence filling the room with an eerie heaviness. Jason’s words echoed in her mind, like a hammer striking an anvil. Her ex. Her cousin. It was real. The bloodline, the connection, it wasn’t just some fleeting coincidence. She had known something had been off about her past, about her relationship with him. The attraction had been undeniable. But she had never questioned it, never thought to dig deeper. She had let herself fall into that dangerous comfort, that seemingly innocent nostalgia that washed over her whenever he was around. But now, everything had changed. Her ex—her cousin—was not just a figure from her past. He was family. Flesh and blood. The realization hit her with a brutal force, leaving her breathless. Her mind scrambled, trying to grasp the truth, but it felt like trying to hold water in her hands. The more she tried to make sense of it,
The next morning, headlines were ablaze. The entire country had something to say, and social media remained ruthless:“President’s Wife Savagely Silences Mistress!”“First Man Releases Statement, Socialite Exposed!”“Serena Voss: Unbothered, Unbreakable, Untouchable.”Serena became a quiet icon overnight—not because she shouted, but because she didn’t need to.And still, the war raged on.Luciana had become more vocal. More brash. Just like him.She interrupted her teachers, debated adults, and stared people down with an unsettling maturity.Sian, on the other hand, was quiet but dangerously perceptive. Always watching. Always gentle—but when he spoke, his words sliced through like a whisper wrapped in steel.Serena sat in her study, watching them from the glass window as they played. Her heart ached.“Why do they feel like strangers?”And as if fate were taunting her, Luciana threw a tantrum over a doll. The scream—the curling of her lip, the stomp—it was identical to his.Serena’s
Serena hadn’t planned to return home early.Her schedule had been packed with back-to-back briefings, state meetings, and a closed-door women’s leadership conference. But something that morning had felt off. Her chest had been tight since dawn, her instincts prickling like barbed wire beneath her skin.Maybe it was mother’s intuition. Maybe it was a woman's sixth sense.Whatever it was—it dragged her from her final meeting and straight home.The gates of the presidential residence were unusually open. And so were the arms of the man she had sacrificed everything for—her husband—Lucian.Because there, right in the middle of the stone-paved courtyard, surrounded by security agents and government aides, was Lucian.And in his arms… Amira.Her former best friend. The very woman who had once betrayed her.Serena’s heart stopped.Lucian wasn’t just speaking to her.He was kissing her.Slow. Public. Shameless.Amira’s hand was on his chest. His fingers tucked under her jaw. Serena’s lungs
Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos.But nothing matched the chaos in his chest.He’d seen the pictures.First on Twitter. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.The child.The one with his eyes.The one with his hair.He’d tried to ignore it. Told himself genetics weren’t that loud. Told himself Serena would never—But then came the whispers. The blogs. The articles with side-by-side photos of him and the baby girl with a caption that screamed:“Scandal: Did Serena Voss Have a Child With Her Ex?”His jaw clenched so tightly, he could taste iron.He wanted to defend her.He wanted to believe she was still the woman who once waited for him in the pouring rain, soaked and stubborn, demanding he fight for them.B
The clicks of camera shutters echoed like gunfire as Serena descended the stairs of the gala hall, wrapped in a floor-length emerald gown that shimmered under the chandeliers like a goddess reborn. Her smile was practiced, her back was straight, and her presence commanded the room—but inside, she was cracking in a thousand silent ways.Nathanial stood a few steps behind her, black suit sharp against his broad shoulders, his gaze sweeping the crowd with an alertness only someone who had seen danger up close could possess. To the world, he was her security detail. To Serena, he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.“Senator Callahan, welcome!” a voice beamed as Serena extended her hand, exchanging air-kisses with political giants and old-money elites. She smiled through the ache. They saw glamour. They didn’t see the exhaustion behind her eyes, or the nights she cried into her pillow, clutching her newborn daughter—Liora—who looked so hauntingly like Lucian.Every curve
The house was quiet. Too quiet.I should have known something was wrong the moment I stepped inside. Usually, when I returned from a trip, he would be there—smiling, arms open, ready to pull me into a hug like he had missed me. But today, there was nothing. Just silence.I sighed, dropping my bags by the door. Maybe he was out. Maybe he didn’t even realize I was home yet.I pulled out my phone to call him, but then I saw his on the counter. I frowned. He never left his phone lying around.Something told me to check it. I wasn’t the type to snoop, but this strange gut feeling I couldn’t shake pushed me forward. I picked it up, the screen lighting up instantly. He didn’t even have a password. I swiped up and clicked on his recent messages.The last contact he texted was her. My best friend.I smiled for a second, relieved. Maybe they were just talking about me, planning something sweet. Maybe—Then I saw the message."My baby, I can’t wait to see you again."My breath hitched. My heart ...
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