Gina’s POV.The loud beeping of my phone startled me awake, making me jolt upright in the chair. My neck ached from the awkward position I’d slept in, and my eyes were dry and heavy.I reached for my phone, still ringing in my hand, and saw Richard’s name on the screen. I blinked at it for a second, confused. When did he start calling? I glanced at the call log and realized there had been several missed calls—all from him. I checked my settings. The calls were being silenced. That explained everything. Still, it didn’t make sense. I hadn’t remembered silencing any calls. I turned slightly and looked at Mark, who was awake and lying there, reading a book.“You saw my phone was ringing and didn’t say anything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but feeling irritation crept in.He turned his head slowly, looking at me like I’d just asked something ridiculous. “It didn’t seem important. I turned it off.”I stared at him, disbelief spreading across my face. “It was Richard calling me.
Gina's POV.I stared at my wristwatch, my pulse dragging along with every second that passed. Damon would be home any minute. If he walked in now, I knew what would follow—the questions, the demands, and the expectations. Tonight was his event, one of those grand things he threw just to remind the world he was still relevant. And if I was in his house when he got back, I’d have no choice but to go with him.But Richard…He had called me several times today, then sent a message saying I had to come to New York so he could introduce me to his family. A big deal, considering how secretive he usually was. For once, I felt like something more than just someone he spent time with behind closed doors. And he said it so casually like it was nothing like it was already settled that I would be there or our relationship would have to come to an end.I was stuck.My heart beat faster as I paced the room. The weight of the two men pressed down on my chest. It wasn’t even about love—I wasn’t naive
Clarence’s POV. The shattering of glass by a waitress, who apologized profusely, jolted me back to reality. It was Christmas Eve, and I sat in a corner of the hall, watching my husband beam with pride as he greeted guests at his second company's launch. A dull ache bloomed in my chest like a bruise spreading its tender fingers. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the memories that lingered in every corner of my mind as I recalled his cold behavior and the hurtful words he'd spoken the night before which was opposite to what he showed to everyone else. "I only married you for your family's influence," he had said. "The moment I get what I want, you're out of my life. Who wants a cripple for a wife? You can't even take control in bed. You're as good as dead." A tear slid down my cheek, which I quickly wiped away before anyone noticed. Gina, my step-sister, had always been his first choice - perfect, able-bodied, and everything I wasn't. But when he discovered she wouldn
Clarence’s POV. An hour later, I bit my lips in pain as I listened to the moans of my sister and husband coming from the secluded VIP bathroom in our estate. A domestic servant had helped me out of the house after finding me banging on the door of the living room. I begged them to bring me to this part of the estate, suspecting my husband was meeting my step-sister there and my suspicion turned out to be correct. The sound of his pleasure-filled cries brought back memories of my worst nights with him. He never touched me and was always repulsed by my disability. Instead, he'd masturbate, fearing that touching me would worsen the stiffness in my legs. "More, Damon, keep it coming, harder. Argh, I have missed you so much. What made me run away from you all these years? I love you," my sister Gina cried out in pleasure as their bodies continued to collide in a stronger rhythm - they weren't stopping anytime soon. "No one has made me feel the way you always do, Gina. I don't wa
Clarence’s POV. "Hello! Mrs. Ferdinand. Hello." I heard Dr. Mike said, which brought me back to my senses, and I picked up the phone to continue our conversation. "Is everything okay? You had immediately gone silent after I confirmed that Dr. Julian would be handling your case. Is everything okay? Don't you want him?" he asked, and I swallowed. "Yes, I don't. Is there no other doctor that can handle my surgery?" I asked hesitantly, unsure of how I would face the only man who had loved me dearly. "Sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Ferdinand. There isn't.” He replied almost immediately. “It took a tough time getting to even access his schedule and beg for you to be fixed into it. He is a very busy man whose five-year schedule has all been already fixed.” “His agreement with going out of his way to squeeze you in was something unexpected and should be a blessing; you should be grateful," Dr. Mike let out, and my worry could only intensify. If only he understood what was going on
Clarence’s POV. "Damon, you are joking. Aren't you?" I laughed nervously, trying not to accept those words that came out of his lips. "Do I look like I will ever joke with you?" he asked in irritation, sending shivers down my spine. "Why, Damon? It's been just three years since we got married. I had been nothing but good to you, and you have been the one who kept on hurting me, and I forgave you for everything. Why do you want a divorce?" I questioned him, trying to put the pieces together. But then I remembered Gina and my heart ached. She must be the one who instigated this. She was back, and getting Damon to divorce me was what she had always wanted. She knew that according to the principles of my family, if my marriage with Damon ended, I would lose everything including my position as the heiress and be tossed aside because none of us was allowed to fail in our marriage, in order not to taint the perfect, successful marriages of my family's history. "No, I can't accept t
Clarence’s POV. The voice of the flight attendant faded into my ears as I blurted out everything happening in the background. The memory of what Damon did just to force me to accept the divorce still haunted me. I had never imagined that Damon could be that evil. How could he treat me like I wasn't a human? He was ready to end my life if I didn't accept to sign the divorce so I would be out of his way. After I had agreed to sign the divorce papers, which I did in his presence, I felt goosebumps fill my skin on realizing I had lived three years of my life with a man who can comfortably kill me without remorse. That evening, while I prepared to move out the next day, Gina showed up looking stunning. It was the first time I had seen her since our eyes met at the launch, and she was grinning from ear to ear, commanding the domestic staff to do her bidding. She even had the guts to tell me boldly to my face that, "Whatever is hers, come to her no matter how long it takes." But
Clarence’s POV. I didn’t realize how tense I was until the other doctor tapped lightly on the table, pulling me back to the present. For a second, I thought I was imagining things. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. But when he stepped further into the room, his gaze settling on me, I knew it was real. I stared at him, too stunned to speak. He looked the same, yet different—just older and sharper now. The boy I once knew had been replaced by a man whose presence effortlessly filled the room. His features were calm and completely unreadable—but there was something in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite place. “Are you okay, Ms. Clarence?” the younger doctor asked. I nodded rapidly, forcing myself to pull it together. “This is Dr. Julian Blackwood. He’ll be in charge of your surgery,” he introduced. “I’ll leave you both to talk.” He turned to go. I wanted to reach out, to stop him, to ask him not to leave me alone in this room. But whatever this was, I had
Gina's POV.I stared at my wristwatch, my pulse dragging along with every second that passed. Damon would be home any minute. If he walked in now, I knew what would follow—the questions, the demands, and the expectations. Tonight was his event, one of those grand things he threw just to remind the world he was still relevant. And if I was in his house when he got back, I’d have no choice but to go with him.But Richard…He had called me several times today, then sent a message saying I had to come to New York so he could introduce me to his family. A big deal, considering how secretive he usually was. For once, I felt like something more than just someone he spent time with behind closed doors. And he said it so casually like it was nothing like it was already settled that I would be there or our relationship would have to come to an end.I was stuck.My heart beat faster as I paced the room. The weight of the two men pressed down on my chest. It wasn’t even about love—I wasn’t naive
Gina’s POV.The loud beeping of my phone startled me awake, making me jolt upright in the chair. My neck ached from the awkward position I’d slept in, and my eyes were dry and heavy.I reached for my phone, still ringing in my hand, and saw Richard’s name on the screen. I blinked at it for a second, confused. When did he start calling? I glanced at the call log and realized there had been several missed calls—all from him. I checked my settings. The calls were being silenced. That explained everything. Still, it didn’t make sense. I hadn’t remembered silencing any calls. I turned slightly and looked at Mark, who was awake and lying there, reading a book.“You saw my phone was ringing and didn’t say anything?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm but feeling irritation crept in.He turned his head slowly, looking at me like I’d just asked something ridiculous. “It didn’t seem important. I turned it off.”I stared at him, disbelief spreading across my face. “It was Richard calling me.
Clarence’s POV.The flight back to London felt never-ending. I sat by the window, staring out at the clouds, but my mind wasn’t there. It kept going back to Julian. Not just the way he looked pale, withdrawn, and distracted but the way he’d kept everything to himself. He hadn’t told me what had happened. He didn’t speak much while he dropped me at my destination. I had asked him if everything was okay, but he had refused to say anything to me.He had tried to act fine but he didn’t look fine to me at all. I wanted to believe he was in control of everything he was going through, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply off. Maybe he was angry with me. Maybe he regretted getting involved in all this again. Or maybe—and this thought stung more than I wanted to admit—maybe he just didn’t want to share anything with me anymore. After all, we weren’t really anything now. He had a fiancée. A life. And I was just a lingering ex. When we arrived, I didn’t even go home.
Julian’s POV. “Julian, please,” she said, her voice softer than usual, as if lowering her tone would fix anything. She rushed to hug me from behind, stopping me in my tracks. “I will apologize as you want and take responsibility but I can't go alone.” “Please go with me. I need you to come.” I didn’t answer right away. I already knew what this was about. She wanted me to accompany her to the boy’s ward—the one she hit with her car. “I wasn’t with you when it happened,” I said. My voice came out flat. I wasn’t angry, not in the usual sense, just tired. The kind of tiredness that had nothing to do with sleep. “You should go alone.” Her fingers tightened around my hand. “I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know what they’ll say to me. I just… I don’t want to face them alone.” I looked at her for a moment, trying to read past the makeup and the tears she was trying to hold back. Kristina was always good at crying when it counted. She knew when to play weak and when to act li
Julian’s POV.I wasn’t expecting to see her there, not at this hour, and definitely not standing by the corner like she’d been waiting for me. Kristina’s mother. Mrs. Henderson. Dressed in a rich cream coat, her arms folded like she had every right to be here like this was some kind of meeting she scheduled. I slowed my pace when I noticed her, hoping I was mistaken. But the way she stepped forward told me I wasn’t. "Julian," she calmly called, like she wasn’t the least bit ashamed or out of place. I didn’t answer at first. Just kept walking. I wasn’t in the mood for this, whatever this was supposed to be. “I know Clarence came to see you,” she said suddenly. “You two were in your office yesterday, weren’t you?” That stopped me. My eyes narrowed before I could help it. “How do you know that? How did she know Clarence and also knew her name?” She smiled as though she was proud of what she’d done. “Let’s just say I’m looking out for my daughter. Nothing wrong with that, is t
Julian’s POV.I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not at this hour, not today, not after the mess I was already trying to keep under control. So when I was heading back home to keep my head cool and saw Clarence standing there, it felt like my breath had been yanked right out of me.She looked tired—no makeup, no guards, just herself. Still as composed as always, but I could tell something was eating at her.“What are you doing here?” I asked, blinking twice to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. “You came all the way from London to New York?”“I had a feeling something wasn’t right, you have been absent from work without informing or contacting anyone,” she said quietly, her face searching mine. “And I needed to see for myself.”“You didn’t have to,” I replied. I meant it. She didn’t owe me this. Not after everything.“But I did,” she said, brushing past that. “And it wasn’t just that. There’s something wrong at the company.”I stepped closer immediately. “Something is wrong? What happened?” “
Clarence’s POV.I tapped my phone screen again, staring at Julian’s contact. The call rang a few times before going to voicemail. I sighed, lowering my hand. It had been twenty-four hours since I came back from my first court hearing, and he hadn’t shown up to work, hadn’t answered my calls, hadn’t even contacted anyone. At first, I had told myself he was just busy. Maybe he needed time to think. But as the hours passed, my concern grew. Julian wasn’t the type to disappear, not when something as serious as the Wilson lawsuit was hanging over us. I stepped out of the office, deciding to pick up some coffee on my way home. The evening air was cool, and the streets weren’t as crowded as usual. I was lost in thought, barely paying attention to my surroundings, when I heard someone call my name. “Clarence?” I turned and saw a familiar face. It was none other than Liam, a friend of Julian I used to know from college. His expression shifted from curiosity to recognition as he approac
CHAPTER 69 Julian’s POV. I was completely shocked and still reeling from the shock of the slap that had just landed on my face. Kristina’s father, Mr. Herdson stood before me without any form of remorse for what he had just done. “It’s all because you were never there when she went to find you!” he roared. “You were unreachable, and that’s why my daughter got so crazy. She turned to drink, and before she knew it, she hit someone. It was your fault,” he accused. Every word hit me like a wave. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his anger mixed with a sort of twisted disappointment. I tried to steady my breathing, struggling to form a response that would both defend myself and release the pressure building inside. “I was never meant to be your daughter's puppet, I didn't ask her to drink before driving,” I finally managed with the same anger he had vented on me. “I can’t keep taking the blame for everything Kristina does. I’m tired of being blamed for her choices, even
Clarence’s POV. I didn't wait for Officer Ray to say anything and rushed out when Mr Smith told me the court was going to begin in thirty minutes and I was late. When I arrived, the court hearing was about to begin and I met him waiting for me outside the courtroom. Together we headed into the courtroom and he offered me a seat. My stepmother and sister were yet to arrive, we had to wait for them. The judge had arrived and was patiently waiting for them too. I couldn't deny I was nervous, this was my first time in court and it wasn't with a stranger but with my family. My hands folded on my lap, my nails pressing into my palm to keep myself steady. There were so many things troubling me and this court hearing added to it. If only they would allow me to have what rightfully belonged to me but even after having everything and kicking out with the excuse of me going against the family tradition, she still wanted what was left of me. “Since both parties have arrived, can we proceed