Oh, Erin! Was that the right thing for Erin to do?
Erin wore sunglasses as she descended from her penthouse to visit Zach's home. Intent on boarding a taxi, Orion intercepted her. "Erin, let's talk, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling as he dismissed the waiting taxi. "Where are you going?" "I don't want to talk to you! I don't even want to see you!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. "Erin... whatever you heard, it's true, but that's not my plan anymore. T-that's not what I want..." "If that's the case, what is your plan, huh? Tell me!" She sobbed. "I lost the company, O, but that's not why I'm hurting now! It hurts so much to know that you're one of the people who deceived me. I gave you my deepest love. You took my trust, my body... You didn't spare even my sanity." Tears welled up in Orion's eyes. "I made those plans before because I loved Daryl. Erin, I planned those things because of what I saw in the evidence I gathered back then. I thought you were flirting with Daryl. I thought you were the one at fault
Zach and Erin embraced on the couch, Erin's tear-streaked face revealing the emotional toll she had been enduring. "So, you're saying the man you've always considered your dad is your biological father?" Zach asked, still perplexed. Erin nodded, sniffling as she confirmed, "Yes." "Why didn't you know about it?" Zach probed further. "No one told me. Despite our different physical appearances, I inherited my height from him," Erin explained. Zach furrowed his brow, expressing curiosity. "But your relationship with him was okay, right? Why didn't he tell you the truth?" "I honestly don't know. At the time, I genuinely believed I was a Walton. Mr. Walton was a regular presence at family gatherings. When I was younger, Drew's mom confronted us. I overheard her mocking me and questioning my mom about whether I was the result of their affair." "After embarrassing my mom, Drew's dad stopped visiting our house. That's why I truly believed I was a Walton. I let him be. Then,
Erin's private jet is expected to land in just a few minutes. Her assistant, Byron, and her daughter, Lacey, accompany her on this journey. Their arrival stems from a business venture in Seoul revolving around promoting cosmetics and makeup. Byron informs Erin that Tanya, Zach's sister, will be stepping down from managing Zach's advertising company. The reason is Tanya's impending marriage in a few months, which will understandably demand her full attention. Zach passed away in New York four years ago while Erin worked on her business and training. Her daughter, Lacey, was just an infant. Though the pain of Zach's absence remains, Erin has embraced resilience over the last five years, finding strength in her unbreakable bond with her daughter. Even though Zach was no longer with them, Erin's daughter, Lacey, always stayed with her. It didn't matter where Erin was – in any city or country – her four-year-old kid was always there by her side, like a constant and precious companion.
"Erin!" Startled, Erin turned around to see Tanya following her into the restaurant's private room. Tanya's face lit up with a broad smile as she eagerly hugged Erin. "You look great! Gosh!" exclaimed Tanya, her excitement evident. Erin's hand trembled as she picked up her phone that had slipped from her grasp. She managed to force a smile as she greeted both Tanya and Zach's parents, hugging Mr. and Mrs. Lopez. "We're glad you made it, dear," said Mrs. Lopez warmly. "I-I'm sorry if I haven't been able to visit the mansion. The office demanded my time, and I enrolled Lacey in the nursery. We were planning to visit you this weekend," Erin explained, attempting to steady her voice. "We understand. Please, have a seat," replied Mr. Lopez reassuringly. Erin had grown close to the couple, especially during Zach's declining health. They treated her like their own child on behalf of Zach's passing. "Oh, by the way, this is Orion, my fiancé!" Tanya announced with a radiant smile, gest
Erin arrived at Lacey's nursery school with a tumultuous state of mind. She couldn't shake off the surprise that Orion, of all people, was destined to marry Tanya. Various questions flooded Erin's thoughts: How did Tanya and Orion meet? How did their relationship unfold? Did Orion have other relationships after Erin? The prospect of Tanya and Orion's potential marriage weighed heavily on Erin, and she anticipated struggling with the situation. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was Lacey, someone Erin could devote her life to. Despite her hurried drive, Erin found herself caught in traffic. She was twenty minutes late when she reached the nursery school. "Shit!" she exclaimed, rushing into the building after parking her car. Frantically searching the room, she couldn't locate Lacey and dashed out into the hallway, her heart pounding. While twenty minutes might not seem like much, Erin realized that a lot could happen in that span of time. Her anxiety heightened until one of the door
It's morning in Bel-Air, and Erin is savoring the day. It has been a few weeks since she and Lacey relocated, and they are settling into their daily routine. Erin took on the role of a nurturing mother, preparing breakfast for Lacey. As they sat at the table, Erin engrossed herself in reviewing the Elusion report on her laptop after perusing the Raw Beauty stock market, which appeared to be flourishing. Meanwhile, Byron is in Hong Kong, representing Erin for business matters. Lacey, blissfully unaware of the complexities of adult life, innocently inquired about her father's return. "Mommy, when is my Dad coming back?" Caught off guard, Erin seems to choke on her own saliva before responding cautiously, "Uhm, why do you ask?" Looking puzzled, Lacey explains, "Because Novella's daddy is living with her with baby Raphael and Auntie Lily. She said her dad is also busy, but he's living with them." Her eyes seemed to gaze into emptiness as she processed the information. Erin, sensin
Erin conveyed, "The situation is... he's going to become Auntie Tanya's husband soon. So, you should address him as 'uncle' instead." Lacey pursed her lips, her eyes welling up with tears. "Doesn't he love me?" "Not in that way. Everyone loves Lacey," Erin reassured. She grappled with the persistent complexity of her relationship with Orion, unable to comprehend why it remained so complicated. She had harbored hopes of being with him from a young age. However, after seven years, her role in his life had become intricate due to her involvement in Daryl's death. Even now that she’s having a child with him. Loving someone who had inflicted pain upon you was an exceptionally challenging ordeal. Erin caressed Lacey's hair, saying, "When Orion learns about you, he might want to take you away from me." That would only compound her predicaments. "Would you want Daddy to take you away from me?" Her daughter sobbed, vehemently shaking her head, and Erin's heart ached for both of them. "
Lacey closed her eyes once more, maintaining a tight grip on Orion's clothes as she continued to sleep. Erin offered assurance, "I'll take care of her." Orion tensed when he heard Lacey refer to him as 'dad.' He clenched his fist. "I can imagine it was challenging for you, managing everything alone and raising Lacey as a single mother." Choosing not to delve into that discussion, Erin pursed her lips, recognizing the difficulties of single parenthood. The absence of a partner meant navigating the noticeable changes in her child's well-being solo, making decisions without consultation, and experiencing both sorrows and joys without someone to share them with. Despite the strain between Erin and Orion, a timely knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Kersen entered, carrying Erin's luggage. "Thank you! I'll take care of Lacey," Erin expressed to Orion. "Sure, take some time to rest. My room is right next door. If you feel like eating, just inform Mawar or Kers
Months later... As the days unfolded amidst the ancient branches of towering trees, a soft breeze caressed the leaves, weaving a delicate melody that echoed the whispers of times past. The relentless march of time had etched its mark upon the weathered gravestones, standing as solemn guardians adorned with the names of those who once thrived with vitality. Some graves bloomed with freshly placed flowers, while others surrendered to the embrace of moss and roots, each telling a tale that had reached their poignant conclusion. Erin tenderly laid a bouquet of pristine white roses before the gravestone of someone she once knew as Orion's wise and strong brother, Daryl. It marked the anniversary of his passing. Having become a part of the Arvesso family through her recent marriage to Orion, Erin joined them in visiting Daryl's resting place. As she fixed her gaze upon the inscription of his name and the date of his death, a pang of guilt coiled around her heart, unseen but deeply f
Orion's waning interest in responding to Erin's question was palpable. "Well?" Erin asked once more, anticipation etched on her face. "Why did you agree to marry Tanya?" Orion's brow furrowed. "Do you believe I was romantically involved with Zach's sister?" "No." Initially, Erin had presumed there was a romantic connection between Orion and Tanya, conjecturing that their relationship had grown deeper, considering Tanya's pregnancy as evidence of such intimacy. However, the harsh reality of Tanya's miscarriage and Orion's subsequent public explanation unveiled the true nature of their bond with Erin. It dawned on her that what she had perceived as a serious relationship was, in fact, a casual affair. Orion recounted the events involving Mr. Niel Arvesso and Tanya, shedding light on what transpired in the hotel and the circumstances surrounding Tanya's pregnancy. "If that's the case, you knew from the beginning you weren't the father of the child she was carrying..." E
Erin's fingertips lightly brushed against Orion's cheek as they sat together in the car. Despite having a driver at their disposal, they paid him no attention, lost in each other's company. Orion monopolized her thoughts entirely. The disbelief lingered within Erin as though the day's events existed only in a dream. "Please, tell me this isn't a dream," Erin pleaded. In response, Orion silenced her with a tender kiss, his lips tracing a path down her neck. The driver's cheeks flushed crimson as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He wished he could vanish, overwhelmed by the palpable passion unfolding in the backseat. Their actions were simple yet intimate—kisses exchanged, sweet words whispered. Before long, they arrived back at Orion's residence, where Erin and Lacey were currently staying. Orion scooped Erin into his arms, carrying her inside. As they crossed the threshold, Erin's gaze fell upon a lone suitcase nestled by the doorway, a silent witness to Orion's hurried d
The movements, exchanges of conversation, and the beeping of various devices reverberated in Orion's ears like echoes from a dream. Erin's tears haunted his thoughts, her pleas for him not to let go echoing endlessly. Each time she cried, his heart sank deeper, consumed by worry. "Wake up, Orion… Wake up!" The urgent call seemed to emanate from everywhere—Erin's voice and even a faint whisper within his own mind. He needed to rise, to return to the woman he loved. It was as if an enchantment had ensnared his skin, holding him captive in its grasp, steadfast and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, he unfurled his eyelids, welcomed by the scene of Marco's fervent typing on his laptop. A lump materialized in his throat, accompanied by a cascade of numbness and anguish that inundated his entire being. The intensity of the pain threatened to elicit curses from his lips, but his voice emerged raspy and weak. "W-water..." he managed to croak. Marco's eyes widened, the color draining
As they sat together in the hospital lounge, Lily's tender touch wiped away Erin's tears. They both waited anxiously for any updates on Orion's condition, their shared concern palpable in the silent moments between them. The hospital restricted access to the intensive care unit to prevent overcrowding and minimize the risk of introducing infections. Visitors were required to wear gowns to prevent any potential transmission of bacteria to the patient. "Erin, you must continue to balance your responsibilities, both at work and with Lacey," Lily advised, offering her support. It had been a challenging month since Orion's hospitalization, and Erin struggled to juggle her obligations. Despite Lily's occasional return home to Bel-Air, Erin remained steadfast in her vigil by Orion's side in the city. "I know your heart is with Orion, but don't forget about Lacey," Lily reminded her gently. As Erin sank onto the couch, the weight of her exhaustion evident, she reflected on her sacrifices
"Orion! Orion! P-please, do your best to stay awake," Erin pleaded, trailing behind James' group of men carrying Orion. She feared that if he closed his eyes, it could be the last time she saw him. Orion's gaze appeared delirious, mirroring Erin inside his mind. He struggled to place his palm on her cheek, his efforts indicative of his weakening condition. James swiftly called for a helicopter to expedite their departure from the area where they had engaged Douglas Mikael's group. As they exited the building, Marco hurried towards Erin. "Erin!" he called out. "Marco!" She sobbed, embracing her friend tightly. "O-Orion..." Her voice faltered, unable to articulate her fears. "I understand. We must get him to the nearby city. I've informed the hospital and made the necessary arrangements. We cannot linger here in Acapulco," Marco assured her. Minutes later, assistance arrived. Erin followed silently, tears streaming down her face as she held Orion's hand, her prayers unspoken. A me
Five years ago, Erin and Orion engaged in meaningful agreement when Orion served as her bodyguard. During that time, he provided her with a number to call in case of trouble, a number that Erin never imagined would remain working to this day. Upon hearing Erin's voice, Orion struggled to contain his emotions. Both of them felt the weight of the situation, teetering on the edge of tears. "My love, are you alright?" Orion's voice trembled with concern, his trembling words betraying the depth of his emotions. The weight of sadness hung palpably between them, echoing the turmoil of their hearts. "I need a solid crust," Erin replied. Attempting to steady himself, Orion exclaimed, "I must compose myself! Fuck! How many guards are there? How many require rescue?" Recalling her observations earlier, Erin cryptically mentioned, "There's an abundance of cheese, an overwhelming number of pepperonis. The crust must be sturdy and thick," conveying to Orion the gravity of the challenge he face
"I need your help," Erin pleaded with Jenna as she made her way to Jenna's cabin. Caught off guard by Erin's sudden appearance, her cousin paused momentarily, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. However, she swiftly composed herself, her hands continuing their fluid motion as she applied blush to her cheeks with practiced precision. Raising an eyebrow at Erin's request, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if she was losing her mind, entertaining the thought of helping someone she had distanced herself from. Jenna paused her makeup routine, crossed her arms, and met Erin's gaze in the mirror. "Are you suggesting I aid in your escape?" "Yes," Erin replied. She felt desperate. Honey had assured her that staying on the current floor offered some safety, thanks to Boss Scar's protection. However, venturing to the main deck, where the cruise clients resided, seemed perilous; too many individuals there harbored ill intentions towards her, making escape unlikely and survival uncertain. "Tha
Erin was so taken aback that she found herself unable to form a response. "J-Jenna?" she stammered. The woman before her remained stoic. Her demeanor drastically altered after five long years. She moved with unsteady steps, avoiding Erin's gaze. Erin recalled Honey's account of a woman who had been mistreated almost to the point of death by Bald, staying inside a cabin to recuperate. Could that woman possibly be Jenna? Approaching her cousin cautiously, Erin asked, "What happened to you? Why are you here?" She reached out for Jenna's hand, only to have it swiftly withdrawn. "Don't feign concern now!" Jenna retorted sharply. Despite her surprise, Erin's concern for Jenna was genuine; she simply hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Jenna attempted to compose herself, her facade crumbling. "A woman I share a room with mentioned Boss Scar's involvement in your abduction. I need to know if it's true!" "You've seen me. Are you reveling in your revenge?" Erin questioned, grappling