23 years old Carmen Garcia is made to marry the heartless Billionaire and her high school Rival, Sean Whitney. The Grieving widower takes no interest in her and is set to make her life a living hell. She discovers secrets about his late wife and the ugly truths his family tried to hide from the public. She uses the information to threaten him into doing whatever she wants, putting her in control. Her newly gained power over him gives her the courage to seduce him and use him to satisfy her sexual needs. Sean's 6-year-old daughter, Evie, a child he hadn't known about, shows up. Carmen soon finds out about her inability to conceive a child and tries all she can to hide it from Whitney. She falls in love with Sean. The news of her infertility and Sean's late wife gets to the media and the family is torn apart. Sean who was already head over heels in love with her fights to keep her despite his family's disapproval. What happens when Carmen gets kidnapped and the ransom for her release is for Sean to give up Evie? Does Sean give up on his child to save his lover?
View MoreThe ride to the hospital was a blur, the sirens wailing above the frantic sounds of the medics working to stabilize me. Carmen stayed by my side the entire time, refusing to let go even as they rushed me into the emergency room. I could see the worry in her eyes, the exhaustion and pain etched into her face, but she didn’t waver.As the doctors took over, everything went dark. The last thing I felt was the warmth of Carmen’s hand in mine, her voice pleading with me to stay, to survive.When I awoke, the world was quiet. The pain was still there, a dull ache in my abdomen, but it was manageable. I blinked, trying to adjust to the bright lights of the hospital room. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the steady beep of monitors was the only sound.Carmen was there, sitting in a chair beside my bed, her hand still holding mine. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on the edge of the bed, as if she hadn’t left my side since we arrived. She looked exhausted, but even
Fiona’s smile twisted into something cruel. “You really thought I’d make this easy for you? No, Sean, I’m going to keep her a little longer. Just until I’m sure everything is as it should be.”Panic flared inside me. This wasn’t the plan. If Fiona didn’t release Carmen today, I didn’t know how much longer we could keep up this charade. But before I could say anything more, Fiona’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it, her smile faltering as she read something on the screen. Her eyes snapped back to me, narrowing with suspicion.“These documents… they’re fake, aren’t they?” she hissed, her voice filled with venom.I didn’t respond. There was nothing I could say to convince her otherwise. The truth was out, and I could see the rage building in her eyes.“You thought you could trick me, Sean? You’re going to regret this. I was going to let Carmen live, but now… now I’m going to make you watch as I finish her off.”Before I could react, she yanked Evie toward her, dragging my dau
The morning light streamed through the windows, but I felt no warmth. After the call with Fiona, I was haunted by a sense of impending doom, the silence of the house was oppressive. Every second that passed was another second Carmen was in danger. I couldn't let Fiona get away with this, but I also couldn't act recklessly and put Carmen's life at even greater risk.I decided to contact the police. It was a calculated risk, but I had to try. I couldn't fight this battle alone. The officers I met with were seasoned professionals who assured me that they would handle the situation delicately, coordinating with specialists to ensure Carmen’s safety.But Fiona was one step ahead.Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message. No words, just a video. My heart plummeted as I opened the file.The video was shaky, the lighting dim, but it was unmistakably Carmen. She was tied to a chair, her face pale and streaked with blood and dirt. Her breathing was shallow, her e
The house was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of the television that I wasn't watching. My mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Carmen and the bleak future that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The letter she had sent replayed in my mind over and over.The shrill ring of my phone jolted me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number. For a moment, I considered letting it go to voicemail, but something compelled me to pick up."Hello?" I answered, my voice rough with fatigue and stress.There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a low, familiar laugh that sent a chill down my spine."Hello, Sean. Long time no speak."I froze, the voice instantly recognizable. Fiona."What do you want, Fiona?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was racing. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with her.“Oh, Sean,” she purred, her voice dripping with malicious satisfaction, “I think you know exactly what I
The next morning, I awoke to an eerie silence in the house. It was the kind of quiet that usually followed a storm, but this time, the storm was just beginning. Carmen was already up, pacing in the living room with her phone clutched in her hand, her face pale and her eyes wide with disbelief."Carmen, what's wrong?" I asked, moving toward her, my heart sinking as I noticed the way her hands were trembling.She looked up at me in despair. "Sean, did you see the news? Did you see what they’ve said about me?"I shook my head, reaching out to take her phone. The headline on the screen made my blood run cold:“Exclusive: Carmen Whitney's Secret Battle with Infertility”The article went on to detail private and intimate struggles that Carmen and I had faced together, revealing her infertility to the world. It was a cruel invasion of our privacy, exposing something that we had only ever discussed in the safety of our home. The words were harsh, blaming her barrenness as the root cause of ta
The morning after the vow renewal ceremony, the house was filled with a peaceful silence, the kind that follows a night of joy and celebration. Carmen was still asleep, her face relaxed and content, and Lily was cuddled up with her stuffed animals. Everything seemed perfect, as if nothing could disrupt the happiness we had built.But life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.I was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, when my phone buzzed with a notification. I glanced at the screen, expecting it to be a message from a friend or perhaps Evelyn, thanking us for the wonderful event. Instead, it was a news alert.“Billionaire Sean Whitney Accused of Murdering ExWife, Mira.”My heart stopped. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The words on the screen blurred as panic surged through me. I quickly clicked on the link, my hands trembling, as I read the full article.“Sean Whitney, the billionaire entrepreneur known for his successful business empire, is facing shocking allegat
Once Fiona had packed her bags, she stood by the door, looking around the house one last time. Her eyes landed on Lily’s toys scattered across the living room floor, and a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes.“Goodbye, Fiona,” Carmen said softly, stepping forward to give her a gentle hug. “I hope you find the help you need.”“Thank you, Carmen. For everything,” Fiona replied, her voice thick with so much emotion.I walked Fiona to the car, feeling the tension in the air as we made our way to her temporary destination. She had decided to stay with a friend until she could find a more permanent solution, and I hoped it would give her the space she needed to begin healing.When we arrived at her friend’s house, I helped her carry her bags to the door. Fiona turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please tell Lily I love her. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”“I’ll tell her,” I promised, my heart aching. “But you need to focus on getting better. That’s the only way you’ll ever have a chance
The sun streamed through the windows, a warm glow over the living room. The air was filled with laughter. Lily had set up a pretend tea party in the middle of the floor, her stuffed animals arranged in a circle with Fiona and Carmen sitting beside her.“Here’s your tea, Mr. Bear,” Lily said, pouring imaginary tea into a tiny plastic cup. “And some cookies for you, Miss Bunny.”Fiona watched Lily with a gentle smile, her eyes following every move as she helped pour more imaginary tea. Watching them play, I felt a sense of peace. Fiona seemed to be adjusting well, and Lily was overjoyed to have her mom close.Carmen caught my eye, and we shared a smile. It seemed like things were finally falling into place. Fiona was attending her therapy sessions and working part-time at the local bookstore. Her energy was positive, and she seemed genuinely committed to making things work this time.“Would you like some tea, Daddy?” Lily asked, looking up at me with her big, bright eyes.“Of course, I’
When we arrived at her apartment building, the lights were off. I knocked on the door, hoping to hear her voice from inside. But there was nothing. I tried calling again, but the call went straight to voicemail.“Sean, maybe she’s just sleeping,” Carmen suggested, trying to reassure me. But I could hear the hesistation in her voice.“Maybe,” I replied, though I didn’t quite believe it myself.Just as we were about to leave, the door to the neighboring apartment opened, and an elderly woman peered out.“Are you looking for Fiona?” she asked, her voice curious.“Yes, we are. Have you seen her tonight?” I asked, hoping for some clue.The woman shook her head. “I heard her leave earlier, but she hasn’t come back. I thought it was strange since she usually comes back by now.”A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Fiona was out there somewhere, and we had no idea where or in what condition.Carmen and I decided to check a few of Fiona’s usual haunts—the places she might go when she needed to
"Mom, what's going on here?" I walked into our home and was met with two men armoured in expensive monochrome suits standing by the door and an older man probably in his 60's sitted on our black leather couch with my mother. Even with the smile he flashed in my direction I could sense he was no good. The man had jet black hair with streaks of grey; sleeked back with gel and cut razor thin. Unlike his guards, he wore a crispy ironed plain white shirt and navy blue trousers."Carmen Honey, come sit" She tapped the space on the couch close to her.I sat down. Unsure of what was going on and doubtful it was anything good."Honey this is Mr Whitney. He was a friend of your father's" I heard Mom say."Good to finally meet you" the man said, with a tight smile, extending his hands from where he sat. I took his hands and forced a quick nod.He turned to my mother and said; "I believe I'm done here Maria, do well to review the documents and my lawyers will be in touch. I'm sorry once again
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