Apart from Dad, Aunt Martha was the only one who considered me a part of the family. Since childhood, whenever Grandma locked me up or starved me unjustly, she would sneak in food for me. She treated me like a daughter when others were absent. "Aunt Martha, you heard everything, right?" I shrugged her shoulder, wondering why she hadn't said anything yet. She stood still with the tray of food in her hands, her eyes darting at me, then at Grandma, then back at me again. She walked forward, freeing herself from my grasp, and dropped the tray beside Grandma before she began to speak. "Hear what, Elizabeth?" My eyes widened in awe, my ears couldn't believe what she had said. "Aunt Marth—" "At this point, I think you need to stop. You're being selfish," she blurted out. "But, Aunty— I was certain you heard." "Is the damage you've caused not enough? Don't involve me in your mess. How shameless can you be, Elizabeth?" She pointed at me with a disappointed look. I watched as the
"Hello Lizzy"? Ethan's voice floated through the phone like a gentle breeze, soothing the ache in my chest. His words were a balm to my wounded heart. "Hey, Ethan. What's up?" I tried to sound casual, hiding my emotions. "How are you doing? And how's our baby?" His voice sparked with excitement, the kind that made everything feel like it would be alright. His concern warmed me, a comfort I didn't realize I needed. "We're both fine," I sniffled, with my hand instinctively resting on my flat tummy, a subconscious act I developed whenever the baby was asked after. "Well, I called to let you know I found a gynecologist..." My heart sank. The word "gynecologist" filled me with panic. I remember telling him I would get one myself, why bother? I couldn't let him continue. "Ethan, I don't think that will be necessary. The baby and I are fine," I interrupted quickly, trying to end the conversation before it went further. A gynecologist would see through my lie instantly, and that
My legs wouldn't stop wiggling anxiously. Sitting still was impossible with my nerves on edge. Why was she here at such an odd hour?After disowning me, they come looking for me? I gritted my teeth in anger. The thought of it filled me with disgust. I couldn't sit still any longer. Waiting for Ethan to come back was beginning to become unbearable. I couldn't let him face her wrath alone, especially after knowing she had no limits.I got up and crept toward the door, dragging my heavy feet silently on the ground. I pressed my ear to the door, as I strained hard to catch their conversation.At first, there was only silence which made me wonder if they had left elsewhere. I reached for the doorknob, ready to open it, but Ethan's voice cut through the quiet."I suggest you leave, Madame Rosette. You've done enough harm." His cold voice cracked as he spoke."What right do you have to tell me what to do?" Grandma's voice was sharp and unforgiving. "You're just a driver for the Douglas famil
The next morning arrived quicker than I expected. The sunlight penetrated through the curtains, resting its glow directly on my face. For a moment, I felt a sense of peace and quietness, but then the events of the previous night came rushing back. I got out of bed and stretched my body like a baby, letting out a light sigh of relief. My body, although still sore, felt better after my brief relaxing routine. Determined to face the day with a clear mind, I went into the bathroom, had a relaxing shower, and dressed quickly. I stepped out into the living room, where I found Ethan and Matilda already up, sipping coffee and chatting quietly. "Morning," I greeted them, trying to sound more cheerful than I felt. "Morning, Lizzy," Matilda replied, smiling warmly. "How did you sleep?" "Not great," I admitted, joining them at the table. "But I feel a bit better now." Ethan poured me a cup of coffee and handed it to me. "We should start packing your things soon," he said. "The sooner we ge
Another day arrived so quickly, and I sluggishly sat up straight on the bed. It felt strange waking up in a new place, different from my usual surroundings.I hadn't had a chance to take in my new environment yesterday like I wanted to. Now, I looked around the slightly large room, appreciating its features. The walls were painted a warm color, casting a cozy glow throughout the space. A few pretty artworks were hung around, and a vase with rose flowers sat by the bedside. It was nothing like the fancy Douglas household or my previous apartment, but it had a sense of comfort and peace I had long yearned for.I picked up my phone to check the time. It was past 7. "Shit! I am late for work," I muttered, scrambling off the bed in a panic.But as I rushed into the bathroom, reality hit me like a cold splash of water: I didn't have a workplace to return to.I let out a loud sigh as I returned to sit back down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands. "This is for the best, Eliza
I watched Ethan from across the streets, my heart sank at the sight of him holding hands with another woman. The pain of betrayal I felt was almost unbearable. “Maybe she was just a friend or a distant relation,” I said to myself trying so hard not to be judgmental. I wonder why I was getting So worked up about him being with another woman when I knew it was a one-sided affection. Ethan knows nothing about my feelings for him and Today of all days, was meant to be the day I confess it to him. It was his birthday today. I had rehearsed the words I would say a hundred times, but now, seeing him with someone else, it felt like all my efforts had been put to waste. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the first day I met Ethan at Douglas Mansion, all dressed in a fitted dark suit enhancing his masculinity. His eyes pierced deeply through me like it was longing for something different, something missing. I had mistaken him for the lawyer Dad had asked me to come get the documents from
CHAPTER TWO It was a brand new day. I woke up feeling sore and tired, my eyes swollen from all the crying I did the night before. I needed to snap out of this state quickly—I had a meeting with Dad and couldn’t afford to wallow in my emotions any longer. I headed to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower, hoping it would soothe my nerves. Afterwards, I brewed some mint tea, trying to calm the throbbing in my head from the previous night's drinking session with Matilda. As I descended the stairs, I was greeted by a messy sitting room. “Argh… The least she could have done was help me tidy up,” I sighed, shaking my head at Matilda’s usual antics. I decided it would be best if I hired a cleaner to deal with this mess later. I was done with my regular morning routine, and was ready for work. Ethan was outside already, punctual as ever. I walked towards the car, trying my best to act normal and cool. Seeing him felt like rubbing salt on my wounds, but I couldn’t let my emotions sho
ETHANI had just received an anonymous message, and the urgency in the words set my nerves on edge. "Come over to Emeraldo Hotel right now, a life lies in whatever decision you make." My mind raced, trying to decipher who could have sent such a text and why. I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me; someone dear to me was in trouble, and I had to find out who it was.I looked over at my friends in the club, who were obviously lost in getting drunk. "Guys, I need to go," I said abruptly, grabbing my jacket."Oho, your hot boss is calling again," Mike teased, winking at me. "I bet you can’t say you aren’t attracted to her, huh?”"Oh, please, we all know Ethan is faithful as f*ck to Stella. What hold has that b*tch got on you, man?” Dave shook his head, irritated at the mention of Stella’s name.Dave and Mike had never liked Stella, not even once. They claimed she wasn’t the type of lady a man should settle for and often complained about the weird negative aura she emitted any time sh