Cherry’s POVI never wanted this moment to come. I swore to myself I would never tell him. No matter what happened, I promised that I would take this secret to my grave. But now, standing here, watching my daughter's life hang in the balance, I have no choice.It feels like the world is caving in around me. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. My hands are trembling, my breath uneven, but I have to do this. I have to save her.Gabriel's cold, merciless gaze locks onto me as he cocks his gun, his finger resting dangerously on the trigger. His expression is void of sympathy, void of patience. He wants an answer, and he wants it now."Yes!" The word bursts out of my mouth before I can stop it, my voice cracking under the weight of my fear. "Selena is your daughter!"A stunned silence follows. Even Dylan, who had been holding his breath, stiffens beside me. His eyes widen in shock, his lips parting as if he wants to say
Cherry’s POVFear gripped my chest like an iron fist, tightening with every second that passed. My breath came in ragged gasps, my entire body trembling as I struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear the doctor’s words.Critical condition.The phrase echoed in my mind like a cruel curse, stabbing into my soul. No, no, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt. Not now. Not when I had just started to love him again. Not when I had just begun to let my guard down.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I stared at the doctor, my lips trembling. “P-please, Doctor,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please save him for me.”The doctor’s gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. “We will do our best.”I couldn’t hold back anymore. A sob broke free from my lips as I buried my face in my hands. Around me, the atmosphere was suffocating. Dylan’s mother was cryin
Cherry’s POVI couldn't explain the overwhelming joy that filled my heart the moment I found out Dylan was alive. My body trembled, not out of fear but from sheer relief. He was stable. No longer in a critical condition. My knees almost gave out beneath me as I rushed into his hospital room. My heart was thudding violently, as if it wanted to leap out of my chest and embrace him itself.Tears burned in my eyes, and I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe through the emotions choking me. I had been so scared—so, so scared that I’d lose him forever. The thought of him never opening his eyes again had made my world feel like a dark, empty void. But now, seeing him awake, those beautiful, familiar eyes blinking up at me, was like being given another chance at life."Dylan…" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as I stepped closer.His gaze locked onto mine, his lips twitching slightly, as if he wanted to smile but was too weak to do so. My heart ached at the sight of him lying t
Cherry’s POVI had just finished eating with my daughter, Selena, at the restaurant connected to the hospital. The food was nice, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. No worries. No overthinking. Just a mother and daughter enjoying a peaceful meal together.But peace never lasted long in my life.Just as we were about to leave, Leonard walked in. He looked a little worn out, his sharp features slightly softened by fatigue. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling as if he had been holding his breath all day.“What a coincidence, Miss Cherry,” he said with a small smile, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I’m actually here to eat. But, you know, your daughter is really friendly. I’d love to spend some time with her—talk more, maybe order her some ice cream. You can go ahead if you’d like.”I looked down at Selena, my little angel. She was practically bouncing with excitement.
Cherry’s POVI stared at Dylan, my heart pounding in my chest. His deep brown eyes were filled with desperation, his hands gripping mine as if he were afraid I’d disappear again. The hospital room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on me as the weight of his words settled in.“Will you marry me, Cherry?” His voice cracked with emotion, his lips trembling. “I love you.”I sucked in a sharp breath, my throat tightening. My heart warred with my mind, torn between the past and the present. The pain, the betrayal, the years of loneliness—how could I just forget? My fingers twitched in his grasp, and I slowly pulled away, shaking my head.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “There are things I can forget, Dylan, but I can never forgive.”A heavy silence filled the room. I saw the heartbreak in his eyes, the flicker of hope extinguishing into despair. His shoulders slumped, his jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he migh
NEW BOOK SERIES!!Ever been in a world where you are neglected by everyone? Where you have no choice but to do whatever it takes just to survive? Have you ever stepped into the shoes of someone who is helpless, frustrated, and drowning in despair? That was the life of Nancy and her grandmother.Nancy was 22 years old and had been living with her grandmother since birth. She had no memory of her parents, no knowledge of where they were or if they were even alive. Her grandmother was the only family she had, the only one who had ever loved her. But now, her grandmother was dying—cancer had stolen her strength, leaving her bedridden for two years.Nancy had done everything she could to save her. She had dropped out of school, begged on the streets, and worked as a waitress in a small restaurant, but the money she earned was barely enough for food, let alone surgery. Each day, she watched helplessly as her grandmother’s condition worsened, her frail body growing weaker, her once warm smil
The airport buzzed with life, a symphony of hurried footsteps, rolling suitcases, and overlapping announcements echoing through the terminal. The golden rays of the afternoon sun poured through the massive glass windows, casting long shadows on the polished floor. Nancy stepped off the plane, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she inhaled the familiar scent of the city she had once called home.Eight years.Eight years since she had left with nothing but heartache and a secret growing inside her. Eight years of rebuilding, of clawing her way up from the depths of despair to become the strong, independent woman she was today. And now, fate had dragged her back to the very place she had sworn never to return to.Beside her, a little girl clutched her hand tightly. Kayla. Her bright, inquisitive eyes darted around the bustling airport, filled with excitement and curiosity. Her dark curls bounced as she skipped forward, oblivious to the storm
The moment Kayla told her mother, Nancy, that she couldn’t leave her birthmark exposed for people to see, Nancy’s face softened with a tender smile. She knelt before her daughter, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Kayla’s ear.“But sweetheart, your birthmark is a gift from heaven,” Nancy said, cupping her daughter’s tiny face in her hands. “It’s what makes you unique. Just like your father had one.”Kayla’s nose wrinkled, and she pouted. “But people stare, Mommy. I don’t like it.”Nancy sighed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Before she could say more, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and immediately straightened, her warm expression hardening.“I need to take this call,” she told Kayla, her voice losing its gentle tone. “The driver who’s coming to pick you up is in a black Lamborghini. Stay put when you see it. I’ll be back soon. Do not leave with him unless I say so, understand?”Kayla nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”Nancy took a few steps away, answering the call with
Nancy sat on the edge of the bed, her heart still thudding from her daughter’s unexpected words. Find a prince of your own, Mommy.It wasn’t the first time her ten-year-old had said something like this. In her little girl’s innocent world, happy endings were simple: a prince and a princess fell in love and lived happily ever after. But for Nancy, real life wasn’t a fairytale. She had convinced herself that she was fine without a man, that she didn’t need love to complete her life.Yet, her daughter’s words echoed in her mind, lingering like an unshakable shadow. Was she really okay? Or was she just pretending?A notification pinged on her phone, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from George.George: Room 605. Urgent. Bring the contract.Nancy hesitated before replying. Working late hours wasn’t new to her, and meeting George alone in his hotel suite wasn’t something she found unusual. But tonight, she felt… unsettled. Maybe it was her daughter’s words, or maybe it was
Cynthia’s heart ached with every failed attempt. No matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to get his attention. She had poured herself into making every possible effort, hoping that somehow, he would see her, desire her, and give her the attention she craved. But all her attempts were in vain. He didn’t even spare her a glance anymore, let alone the affection she so desperately sought. Every time she thought there might be a chance, it was always snatched away, leaving her feeling smaller, invisible.Her eyes flickered to the clock. He was leaving. And she could feel that it was happening again—another moment, another chance slipping away. But Cynthia wasn’t going to let him walk out without her.She had never been one to simply step aside and let things happen. This was her chance, and she wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers like everything else had. As she watched him grab his jacket, preparing to leave, the cold knot of desperation twisted in her stomach. Without th
Cynthia paced back and forth in her bedroom, her hands clenched into fists. Frustration twisted her features, her lips pressed into a tight line as she tried to steady her breathing. Nothing was going as planned. Every single move she made seemed to backfire, and worst of all, George remained indifferent to her struggles.She had expected him to help her, to show even the slightest bit of favor, but he had done the exact opposite. He was distancing himself from her—cold, detached, and completely uninterested.Her jaw tightened at the thought of Hassan, the boy who had been nothing but a nuisance. He was her son, yes, but his existence did nothing but remind her of the biggest mistake of her life. Instead of being a bridge between her and George, he was more of a barrier, refusing to listen to her and always ruining things for her. He wasn’t even making an effort to help his mother win George’s heart.Yet, Cynthia had been stunned when George had come to her with a request—a custody ag
Cynthia’s chest tightened the moment she heard Nancy’s name. Could it be the same Nancy? Her mind raced, trying to piece things together.No. It can’t be. There were thousands of women named Nancy. This had to be a different one.Still, unease coiled inside her like a snake. She couldn’t ignore the possibility.And then, Anthony dropped the bombshell.Nancy was the lawyer handling their case.A sharp jolt shot through Cynthia’s body.Her grip tightened around the edges of the agreement. Her fingers dug into the paper, creasing it, but she barely noticed.She had spent years ensuring that no one—no one—knew about her arrangement with George. And now, Nancy of all people was going to find out?Her throat dried up. Her heart pounded against her ribs.Panic swirled in her gut, but she masked it with a soft, almost uncertain laugh.“Oh, a lawyer named Nancy?” she said lightly, forcing a small smile. “Well, there’s no need to call her. This is a personal matter, and I think it’s best we kee
Cynthia’s hands trembled as she clutched the custody agreement in front of her, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, sending waves of rage coursing through her veins. Her eyes darted across the words on the paper, and with each passing second, the meaning of George’s actions sank deeper into her consciousness.Her breathing grew uneven. “Honey…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to mask the panic in her tone. She forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Can we… Can we talk about this? You don’t have to do this, please.”George sat across from her, his expression calm, unreadable, as if he had already anticipated her reaction. He exuded the kind of indifference that made her stomach churn with frustration. He leaned back in his chair, fingers interlocked, staring at her with a look so impassive that it sent chills down her spine.Cynthia swallowed hard. “You can’t expect me to—”“To take responsibility for you
George’s jaw tightened as Nancy’s words echoed in his head. “My ex-husband is actually better than you.”He had laughed it off at first, convincing himself she was joking, but the way she constantly compared him to that man, mentioning him so casually, gnawed at him. It wasn’t just once. It was again and again, always referring to him as her ex-husband instead of just his name. George had never met this man, yet he was being measured against him like some unworthy competition.And when he finally gathered the courage to ask Nancy outright if she truly believed her ex-husband was better, she had simply fallen asleep, leaving him with his thoughts and a dull ache in his chest.But that wasn’t the only storm brewing in George’s life.The next morning, as he walked into his office, Mr. Anthony’s face was tight with concern. He handed George a tablet.“I think you need to see this,” Mr. Anthony said, his voice grave.George took the device, his stomach twisting into knots. The footage play
Nancy stormed into the Birdman Bar, her heart pounding with rage and desperation. She had come here for a confrontation, ready to demand justice for her daughter, but instead of the people she had expected to see, only Mr. George was inside.She frowned, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the nearly empty room. The other people present informed her that the meeting had already ended, leaving only George behind. That only fueled her frustration."Are you kidding me?" she hissed, her hands clenching into fists. "I came here to demand answers, not to be dismissed like an afterthought!"George, leaning back in his chair with an air of calm control, watched her with a raised brow. "Nancy, I understand that you're upset, but yelling at me won't change what happened."Nancy scoffed. "You have no idea how upset I am!" She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "The worst part is, I don’t even know who did it. But I do know this—my daughter and that boy had the same bags, and they were swit
Nancy wasn’t joking when she found out that her daughter wasn’t feeling well. In fact, she had already suspected something was wrong the moment she saw Kayla standing outside the school gates. The little girl wasn’t her usual lively self. Her shoulders were slumped, her lips pressed into a thin line, and there was a distant, almost vacant look in her brown eyes.Nancy had dismissed it at first, assuming Kayla was just exhausted from a long school day. But something gnawed at her, a mother’s instinct whispering that this was more than just tiredness. Still, she didn’t press too hard on the drive home.The silence in the car was unnerving. Kayla wasn’t the type to sit quietly for too long, yet she barely responded to Nancy’s attempts at small talk. Even when asked, “Kayla, is everything okay?” the girl simply forced a weak smile and muttered, “Yes, Mom, everything is fine… I just had too many lectures today.”Nancy’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. Too many lectures? That was a fl
After the encounter with the teacher, everything moved so fast that Kayla could hardly believe what was happening. For the first time, she was vindicated—by Mr. George, no less. No one had ever stood up for her like that before.All her life, she had been bullied, not just at school but even in their neighborhood. People looked down on her and her mother, mocking them for their financial struggles. Her mother had always tried to protect her, standing up for her whenever she could, but Kayla knew deep down that her mother could only do so much.But now… now she had Mr. George on her side. The way he had defended her today—it felt like, for the first time, she had a father figure looking out for her. That thought made her chest tighten with emotions she didn’t quite understand. It was strange, almost comforting, to think of Mr. George that way.Still, she wasn’t entirely happy. She didn’t like that her teacher, Ms. Bella, had been fired, even though the woman had brought it on herself.