I gazed out the window, watching the scene unfold below. Serenity danced gracefully in the pool, her movements captured by Zyaire's camera. Savia sat nearby, her laptop open as she stole glances at the pair, a pensive look on her face. Zayne, lost in his own world, brushed paint across a canvas, immortalizing the moment.I sighed heavily, tearing my gaze from the lively scene. Lifting my eyes to the bright, cloudless sky, I felt the weight of the day's boredom press down upon me. Thoughts, unwelcome but persistent, began to ease their way into my mind. I fought to push them back, but the deepest ones refused to be silenced.My mind raced, grappling with the question of how I would move forward from this point. Returning to work under Rominic was no longer an option. Though I knew I had done nothing wrong, the thought of facing the inevitable stares and whispers from my colleagues filled me with dread. Even if they dared not speak out of fear of their boss, my husband, I couldn't bear
I preened in front of the mirror, my eyes critically examining the elegant dress that clung to my figure. The fit-and-flare skater dress featured long sleeves and a round neckline, creating a classic, feminine silhouette. The bold color scheme of black and white provided a striking visual contrast, drawing the eye inward.The pattern of the dress was particularly captivating, with vertical stripes that followed the contours of the bodice before fanning out along the skirt. The stripes were punctuated by delicate, crochet-inspired detailing, adding a touch of visual interest and depth to the design. This dynamic pattern created an almost optical illusion effect, lending a sense of movement and energy to the garment.The hemline of the skirt fell just above my knees, striking a balance between elegance and practicality."Hmm," I mused, stroking my chin thoughtfully. As I evaluated the dress from various angles, I couldn't help but feel that it was better suited for non-work related occa
I scrubbed the top of the table as I hummed, scrubbing it hard to get the stains out. Some people can eat like pigs, horrible pigs. And unfortunately, it was my job to clean up after them. Okay, not exactly my job, but the person doing it before got sick so I volunteered to clean it and take her salary until she is back on her feet. I accepted the offer with open arms. The extra cash was good.I worked in a hotel as a bartender. I used to be a hotel porter, but after I complained about the male guest always finding a way to smack my ass, I was placed in the bar. The manager liked me and didn't want me to go and that is the most luck I had since I changed my name."Jamila, are you still here?" Speak of the devil. I gave the table the last finishing scrub before I stood up and placed my hands on my hips. The table was spotless."People can eat like pigs, no, in fact, people are pigs." I sneered. He laughed from behind me before I felt his hand on my shoulder."Jami, the real problem is y
"Mom, I prepared your bath for you," Savvy smiled. I nodded. "Don't worry, the others have all taken their baths but haven't brushed their teeth because as you can see," she looked at her younger siblings stuffing their faces with ice cream and pizza.Wait, where's Zachary?"Zachary is trying to figure out an algorithm to… what he said. Should I bring him some ice cream, Mom?""Sure," I turned and started walking to my room."How was work today?" She asked, following me into the hallway."It was good, very…" I stopped at their bedroom door, opened the door partly, and smiled as I saw Zachary focused on what he was doing. "Good evening, sir," Zach jolted from his seat.Zachary was the second eldest. He was the only one among his siblings who took no single feature from me. Even his intelligence was like that of his father's, if not higher that is. He was more of the cold-hearted type to outsiders and too obsessed with drawing a line between him and everyone he finds underneath his stand
Lavender went about her day like a miserable person. Her eyes were deep and hollow from crying throughout the night and her strength was almost depleted. She would have applied a lot of makeup to cover it up, but she didn't have the money to purchase a decent makeup kit. Her skin easily reacted if she used cheap or fake beauty products so she resulted in making natural concoctions to sustain her beauty. Still, the herbal and fruit mix was only for skincare and not to cover the horrible state of her face.It'd been days since her children broke the news to her and she'd been thinking nonstop. She was unable to sleep and spent the night crying or frantically staring at her two youngest children to make sure they were still breathing. The day before, the youngest suddenly started feeling dizzy and wheezing, and she knew it was connected to the second youngest. If she didn't act on time, she didn't want to think of what would happen. She was getting desperate and more depressed. It also ir
"Sir, your 3 o'clock is ready for you," Rominic looked up from the sheet he was scribbling on and stared dully at his secretary. As if feeling his gaze, she looked up from her notepad and stared at him in the eyes for a few seconds before she quickly averted her eyes back to the notepad. The first thing she thought was that she was right to check up on him. She was personally assigned to him by his mother, particularly tasked with keeping an eye on him and making sure he didn't overwork himself.She mentally rolled her eyes, that was the hardest part of her job. Everything else was easy but when it came to keeping him at full health, she wished she could quit. He was a stubborn and reckless man. He would unnecessarily work overtime and barely ate, and thanks to his insomnia, he was always having a headache or nosebleed. The man was stubborn enough to reject his medication, just so he could intentionally punish himself.She rolled her eyes again and scoffed. ‘If he was going to act like
Rominic refreshed the page over and over again, still not believing his eyes. He thought that seeing her name was the biggest confusion but while the cars drove to the hospital, he continued to investigate and he saw that the money was paid for the treatment of three children. What was getting him more confused was the names of the children. It couldn't be just a coincidence. It took his mind back to the conversation he had with Lavender on what he'd like to name his children.It was a Sunday night, he lay on his bed, one hand supporting the back of his head and the other placed over his forehead. He stared at the light, his mind calculating and trying to figure out what was stopping the new machine he was working on. He couldn't come up with anything, not even after two hours of just laying there and thinking."Are you still thinking?" Her voice broke through the silent room. He ignored her, which was followed by a laugh, her annoying but yet amusing laugh. She flung herse
‘Oh my fucking Lord!’ Lavender exclaimed in her head. He hadn't changed a bit. She could see that he was visibly thinner and with a couple of early gray strands to his beautiful creamy blonde hair, but his face remained the same. Lavender thought he was still handsome, still breathtakingly and abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. She thought she was over it, but his handsome face always brought tears to her eyes and it did at that moment. To Lavender, he was just too beautiful and it pissed her off to know that his beauty still affected her.It was for a brief moment but when she locked gaze with his winter gray eyes, her heart skipped. She'd been staring at them through her children for years, but staring at the original made her feel different. She instantly tore her gaze away from his, but her eyes stubbornly shifted to his lips. They were slightly separated from surprise. She remembered that his lips were deep red. They were one of the favorite parts of his body she liked, so she always p
I preened in front of the mirror, my eyes critically examining the elegant dress that clung to my figure. The fit-and-flare skater dress featured long sleeves and a round neckline, creating a classic, feminine silhouette. The bold color scheme of black and white provided a striking visual contrast, drawing the eye inward.The pattern of the dress was particularly captivating, with vertical stripes that followed the contours of the bodice before fanning out along the skirt. The stripes were punctuated by delicate, crochet-inspired detailing, adding a touch of visual interest and depth to the design. This dynamic pattern created an almost optical illusion effect, lending a sense of movement and energy to the garment.The hemline of the skirt fell just above my knees, striking a balance between elegance and practicality."Hmm," I mused, stroking my chin thoughtfully. As I evaluated the dress from various angles, I couldn't help but feel that it was better suited for non-work related occa
I gazed out the window, watching the scene unfold below. Serenity danced gracefully in the pool, her movements captured by Zyaire's camera. Savia sat nearby, her laptop open as she stole glances at the pair, a pensive look on her face. Zayne, lost in his own world, brushed paint across a canvas, immortalizing the moment.I sighed heavily, tearing my gaze from the lively scene. Lifting my eyes to the bright, cloudless sky, I felt the weight of the day's boredom press down upon me. Thoughts, unwelcome but persistent, began to ease their way into my mind. I fought to push them back, but the deepest ones refused to be silenced.My mind raced, grappling with the question of how I would move forward from this point. Returning to work under Rominic was no longer an option. Though I knew I had done nothing wrong, the thought of facing the inevitable stares and whispers from my colleagues filled me with dread. Even if they dared not speak out of fear of their boss, my husband, I couldn't bear
Eyes filled with resentment and anger stared straight at the TV, the screen a stark contrast to the storm brewing within. The sound of teeth grinding echoed in the background, a rhythmic clicking that punctuated the heavy silence of the living room. The TV was muted, the only sounds were the woman's ragged breaths and the insistent grinding of her teeth.The blue-eyed woman, her face contorted in a mask of fury, bit into her fingernails, drawing blood. Her other hand, clenched into a fist, dug into her thigh, her fingers leaving white marks on the soft leather of the sofa. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor, a metronome marking the passage of time, each beat a reminder of her failure. She couldn't believe it. Her carefully laid out plan, her perfect plan, destroyed by a single, insignificant boy.It hadn't taken much to concoct the new plan, but gathering the information, the pieces she needed to put it into motion, had been a challenge. She had hoped it would yield a considerat
"First of all, you're not a gold digger," Anna said firmly, her voice laced with fierce protectiveness. "So don't ever think you are. And even if you are, so fucking what? You were with him for almost three years, you dated him, slept with him, and even bore him five children all at once. Let's not forget you raised them until now. So what if you came back because of his wealth? You deserve that and much more. Don't let those jealous fools get to you," she finished, her gaze unwavering."And he took your wealth from you," Gael added, his voice low and filled with a quiet anger."The wealth was never hers to begin with. She foolishly handed it to her father – ow!" Ferris cried out, clutching his leg as Elias gave him a swift kick to shut him up. Ferris really had enough of me. He never tried to mince his words anymore. As much as I appreciated his honesty, it still stung."And out of his league? Who the bloody hell do they think they are?!" Suzanne hissed, angrily picking up a cushion
I gnawed on my thumb anxiously, my gaze glued to the screen of my phone as I scrolled through the comments on a shared post concerning me. The comments were a mixed bag, most of the negative ones condemning me for going back to Rominic, who had, in their eyes, ruined my life. Many fiercely insulted me for my supposed immorality, claiming there was always a way out without resorting to using my body.I pulled my thumb from my mouth and glared at the phone. "What do they know? It's not like they've been in my situation," I muttered, then returned my thumb to its comforting haven between my teeth. They had no idea what I'd been through, so who were they to judge? Some people even commented on my foolishness for believing someone out of my league could love me, shaming me for being a gold digger and getting what I deserved.My anxiety ratcheted up a notch. I was never after Rominic's money, maybe his fame, but not his wealth. I'm not a gold digger. I never was, and I never will be. 'Is th
I walked into the house absentmindedly, my fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of my shirt. I still felt overwhelmed by the crushing weight of grief and guilt, to the point where simply breathing was becoming a painful effort. But unlike before, I now had a clear purpose in mind, and that was exactly what I intended to pursue."You're back," a soft voice stopped me in my tracks. I looked down to see my daughter, Serenity, standing before me, clutching her favorite stuffed toy. Her eyes were deep and teary, with dark circles beneath them, yet they were filled with a glimmer of expectation as she gazed up at me."Daddy, did you get a call from Miss Beira?" she asked.Realization dawned on me then. She had been the one to call Beira. I should have guessed as much, since she was the only one who had accompanied Lavender to her therapy sessions in the early weeks."Mrs.," I corrected gently, "and yes, I did.""I asked her to check on you because you seem to be losing your mind," Serenit
Rominic's ViewpointI ran a weary hand through my hair, a heavy sigh escaping my lips as I tried to focus on Stacy's frantic words. It was difficult to concentrate, my mind consumed by thoughts of my wife, who had locked herself away in her room and refused to come out.It had been five days since the article detailing her previous lifestyle had been uploaded to the media. The article did not paint her in a negative light; rather, it portrayed her as a saint, emphasizing the struggles and pain she had endured in order to care for our children. It also revealed the truth behind her purported "fake death." If anything, the article had succeeded in casting me as the cruel, heartless bastard I truly was. It seemed aimed at utterly destroying my reputation, tearing down the image I had worked so hard to cultivate.With such a damning article now public, my business and family were under critical attack. The article did not hide the awareness of my family and friends but lied about them sta
'Ugh, damnit! I'm never getting married in my next life or even having sex,' I grumbled internally as I dragged my weary body towards the kitchen. I had to admit, I was thankful that I had the foresight to bake the cakes and desserts ahead of time — if I hadn't, I wouldn't have had the energy to do anything.Rominic trailed quietly behind me, his hands clasped innocently behind his back, a maddening smile playing on his lips. He hummed softly as he kept a careful distance of about three paces, not daring to venture closer. I briefly regretted declining his offer to carry me, but I had been too embarrassed at the prospect of the children seeing him with his hands all over me.Glancing over my shoulder, I caught his gaze, and he flashed me a grin that only served to stoke the fires of my resentment. Why was I the only one suffering? Why did it always fall to me to bear the brunt of his desires?Huffing in annoyance, I finally made my way into the kitchen, only to pause at the doorway, t
I awoke to a gentle tap on my back. I groaned and whimpered, instinctively shrugging the hand off me. Undeterred, the person continued their ministrations, now stroking my hair soothingly. I huffed out a breath of pure annoyance, squeezing my pillow under my head in a tighter embrace and slightly shifting away from the persistent source of disturbance. My mind quickly began to stir, and I mentally cussed at whoever had dared to disturb my much-needed slumber.Wait, what had I been dreaming about?I snapped my eyes open, only to be greeted by a nasty, pounding headache. My mind instantly told me that the dream had been important, something I shouldn't have forgotten, but instead of helping me recapture the missing memory, the searing pain that blossomed within my skull effectively blocked out any lingering recollections."Fuck," I hissed under my breath, squinting my now twitching and stinging eyes. It suddenly felt as if an elephant had taken up residence on my head, the responsive an