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
MARIUS’ POV: Carter Whitlock. He fills me with dread and fury. He was invited by the police for an interrogation, but is now sent free again. They said that there’s not enough evidence to tie him up with my accident. With his freedom comes the danger he poses—not just to me, but to Hazel as well. I shouldn't care anymore, but the idea of Carter getting anywhere near Hazel is unbearable. I have to warn her, probably tell her to hire some bodyguards. I grab my coat and hurry to my car. The drive from the capital to Hazel’s place is a blur. The hours feel endless, but finally, I reach her street. As I pull up, a peculiar sight catches my eye—Hazel, loading boxes into the luggage rack of a motorcycle. The rider nods to her and drives off, leaving her standing amidst a few more boxes on the porch. Hazel notices me and the exhaustion in her eyes is replaced with excitement.“Marius, you came again?” she says as I approach.I glance at the remaining boxes. “What are those?”With prid
HAZEL’S POV: After a few days, there are no bodyguards knocking at my door, not even a confirmation about them from Marius as he has promised. I resist the urge to pick up my phone. Calling Marius will make me look desperate. Demanding. And I don't want that. Not after everything. I wanna believe he’s just busy, wrapped up in some business matters. But a nagging voice keeps whispering to my ears. What if Marius is in trouble again and I’m sitting here, helplessly waiting? What if Carter has found a way to strike at him again? I glance at the TV, hoping for some sign that Marius is okay by not seeing him in the news at all. But then, the breaking news banner flashes across the screen. There’s Marius, looking striking in a tailored suit, standing beside a stunning woman. Nicole Mendez, the caption read. Supermodel. Fiancée.My world tilts, the air rushing out of my lungs. Fiancée. The word echoes in my mind, drowning out the sounds of the room. I sink onto the ragged couch, my l
“Ma’am, you need to leave. You're making the guests uncomfortable,” one of the guards barks, his voice a mix of impatience and disdain.I wanna protest, to explain that I have nowhere else to go, but the words stop in my throat. I glance at Sammy, his small face pressed against my shoulder, his eyes closed in blissful ignorance of our predicament.“Please,” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse. “We just need a place to stay until the rain stops.”The guard shakes his head, unmoved. “You can't stay here. Move along, or we'll have to call the police.”The threat of police makes my blood run cold. I can't risk that. Not with Sammy.Suddenly, there’s a voice, calm but commanding.“What's going on here?” I look up to see an old man in a crisp suit stepping out of the restaurant. His silver hair is neatly combed back, and his eyes, though sharp, hold a glint of kindness. The guards immediately step back, their demeanors shifting from authoritative to deferential.“Sir, this woman is causin
What if Mr. Montgomery is also friends with Carter? I hope not. Seeing Pierce Throne here makes me realize that these mega-rich people have a small circle coz there are only a few of them in this world. I fight to keep my composure as I set the tray down, my hands trembling slightly. Pierce glances up, his eyes narrowing in recognition. But I keep my gaze low, avoiding eye contact.I’m not worried that he will tell Carter I’m here coz what would he get from doing that? Help Carter, his enemy? I don’t think so.Mr. Montgomery raises his glass, snatching Pierce’s attention away from me. "This is for you, my friend. I look forward to investing more in your ventures in the near future."“And speaking of celebrations,” Pierce says, his eyes glinting with a knowing look, “I’m excited about Marius’ upcoming wedding. It's going to be quite the event. Albert, you must attend.”Mr. Montgomery smiles, lifting his glass again. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”I feel as if the floo
I know it’s not right to ask, but I have to know. "I saw on the news that you’re getting married," I begin, a bit hesitant. "Are you in love with your bride?" Marius hesitates too, his gaze dropping to the ground. I brace myself for the answer I probably already know, but refuse to acknowledge. After some awkward silence, he replies, "Yes."That single word answer solidifies my resolve—I can't ruin his future with Nicole, especially not with the news I carry. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, and I hope Marius doesn’t notice that."By the way, where are you living now, Hazel? The bodyguards I hired didn’t see you in your home. I tried calling you, but you’re not picking up," he says, his voice laced with concern."Sammy and I are fine," I say, carefully avoiding the specifics. There’s no need for him to know where we currently are or even the reason we have to leave our home.Though I wanna spend more time with him, it’s not right to do so. The reminder that he’s not mi
The divorce hearing is a mere few hours away, and the reality of facing Carter in the courtroom again sends a shiver down my spine. For the past few days, I’ve found a small measure of peace in my communications with Marius. Our exchanges have been strictly about the legal matters of my divorce, nothing more. But, it feels like the rift between us, though not healed, has at least been bridged for the time being. A knock on the door startles me from my reverie. Mr. Montgomery’s butler announces Marius’ arrival, and I leave Sammy in the care of one of my fellow maids. “Ready?” Marius asks. I nod, though I’m not really ready. The drive to the capital is filled with a tense silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. As we approach the imposing structure of the courthouse, I can’t help but wonder what Carter will do this time. The last time we faced each other in court, he begged me not to proceed with our divorce. What more could he want from me? I made it clear that I’m willi