MARIUS’ POV: "He’s ready to draw more blood. Can I keep up?" I mutter to myself, my voice barely audible over the drone of the TV. Carter stands at the podium, smug and confident, addressing a room full of reporters. I know this moment will come, but the reality of it is a gut punch.Hazel emerges to the living room, her gaze drifting to the screen as she takes a seat beside me."Marius Thorne has gone to great lengths to deceive me," Carter declares, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Two years ago, he faked my wife’s death and swaped her identity with another to hide her from me. For this, he must be stripped of his license to practice law and should be served some jail time."“Why would he do that?” a reporter asks.Carter takes a second to pause before angrily answering, “Because he wants my wife for himself. He’s in love with her.”I clench my jaw, trying to maintain a facade of calm. Hazel's worried eyes on me, piercing through my exterior. I want to reassure her again, but I
CARTER’S POV: The glass of wine shatters against the wall and my scream reverberates with it through the cellar. Veronica Shultz’s parents are missing! Marius. That coward. I don’t believe he has the guts to kill them, so he’s just probably hiding them. It’s a strategic move, a way to keep me from using them to discredit his claims. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a hesitant voice, "Mr. Whitlock, you shouldn’t be drinking right now." I spin around to shoot my glare at Attorney Culpo. "I'm not paying you to tell me what to do outside of my divorce case. So shut the f.uck up and just do your f.ucking job right!" Attorney Culpo, silenced and chastened, nods fearfully. I stride past her and head towards my Bugatti that’s waiting in my garage. Minutes later, the courthouse looms ahead. Inside one of the courtrooms, my eyes immediately fall on Hazel and Marius sitting next to each other. Pain crashes over me, sharp and relentless. It’s the same agony I felt while helplessly
HAZEL’S POV: For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Marius wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I close my eyes, savoring the steady beat of his heart against my back. “Just a little longer and you’ll no longer be legally tied to Carter,” he whispers. “And about Sammy’s custody, I’ll make sure you’ll win.” He turns me gently, lifting my chin with a finger until our eyes meet. He leans down, capturing my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. We move together toward his king-size bed, shedding our clothes in a trail across the floor. My breath hitches as Marius’s hands explore my skin, massaging my b.reasts, and teasing my womanhood expertly. He looks at me, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world - something I’ve never experienced with Carter. My hands trace the contours of his muscles, memorizing the feel of him too. I feel a connection so profound it almost scares me, but I welcome it. Marius thrusts
Driven by a frantic need for clarity, I rush out of the penthouse. "Please, Hazel, wait!" Marius yells. But I don’t slow down, let alone glance back. The rain outside greets me with a ferocity that matches my turmoil, soaking me within seconds. I don't care. I need space to think. I continue running, and Marius is still calling my name. When I reach the other side of the road, I come to an abrupt stop to catch my breath. Marius is there, across the street."Hazel, please! You've got to trust me!" he shouts, his voice raw and desperate.Memories of our amazing time together flash through my mind. Could it be that we just need to talk things through? For a brief moment, I consider going back to him and let him explain.But before I can act, Marius darts onto the road, his focus solely on me. Then,...Time seems to slow as the headlights of an oncoming car illuminate his figure, too late for him to dodge. The car hits Marius, hurling his body a few feet away.My heart stops beatin
I have nowhere else to go, but home - in my real home, my beach house. It’s been a few days, but Marius is still in a coma according to the news. The doctors being interviewed have been kind but vague, their words doing little to soothe my gnawing guilt and fear. If Marius dies, I’ll never forgive myself. The image of him lying motionless in the hospital bed haunts me every waking moment. I can’t bring myself to do anything, not even a mundane task properly. I must know he’ll be alright first before I can regain my focus. Even so, Sammy needs me with his piling medical bills, and I’m running out of money. I need to go back to work as soon as possible. I call Betty over the phone to rehire her as Sammy’s babysitter, but she refuses, citing her fear of being faced with Carter’s threat again.With no other choice, I set out for the Unite Source Media Company with Sammy in my arms, praying that my bosses will understand my predicament. “Please, I can’t leave my son by himself at hom
MARIUS’ POV: "I offered Hazel $10 million to leave you. She accepted it and left without hesitation." - That’s what dad said, which mom, Lilian and Vincent backed up. At first, I tried to convince myself that Hazel can never do something so callous. But then, fragments of our last day before the accident surfaced in my mind: She’s angry with a desperate desire to run away from me. The money is just a bonus to her, she needs that for Sammy’s medical bills. I’ve fought so hard for her, sacrificed so much. And this is how she repaid me? She doesn’t love me the way she loved Carter. Perhaps, she has never loved me at all. I don’t deserve being hurt like this. It’s time to forget her and move on. I’m on my bed, staring blankly at my balcony’s glass doors when mom comes in. "How are you feeling?" she asks. She moves to the foot-end of my bed, scanning me for any sign of distress. "Is your rib bothering you again?" I shake my head weakly. "There's still a little discomfort, but it's
My head throbs! And it throbs more when the memories of the previous night come rushing back. It isn't making love—it’s just s.ex. Hazel doesn't really love me. I quickly get dressed, then step out of the bedroom. In the living area, Sammy, in his walker, is playing with some toys I’ve bought for him. He giggles when he sees me. I should just leave, but I can’t help but spend some more time with him. "Hey, did you miss me?" I ask playfully. Sammy giggles again, reaching out his tiny hands towards me which I happily take. Then I glance around and notice something I haven't the night before—the house is almost empty. This isn't how it looked the last time I was here. Maybe Hazel is giving away her old furniture, since she can now afford buying better pieces that she’ll put in her new home.Just as I’m about to say goodbye to Sammy, Hazel emerges from the kitchen."I prepared breakfast. Let's eat?" she asks, her voice hopeful.I stare at her impassively, which makes her smile falt
LILIAN’S POV: How did Marius find out? I’m sure I was careful, meticulous even. The specter of Hazel loomed large, even in death or fake death, overshadowing any chance I had of making Carter truly mine. Desperation drove me into Vincent’s arms. Knowing he loved me as a woman and not as a sister, I used that love so I could get Carter back, which he agreed to. The result is Morgan. The plan worked! Carter accepted the child as his own and even offered me marriage. But now, with Marius' discovery, the fragile facade I’ve constructed may be crumbling down sooner than I’ve anticipated. If the truth comes out, not only will I lose Carter entirely, but his wrath will surely be deadly. Carter isn’t a man to be trifled with, and I’ve tested his limits already. Will dad save me from Carter if ever this happens? My vision clouds by tears I refuse to let fall. What should I do about Marius? My mind darts to the $10 million that Hazel is accused of receiving. Perhaps, if I reveal the t