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The sun had barely risen when James’s nightmare returned to his doorstep — darker and more merciless than ever.The once-vibrant compound was now a shell of its former glory. Overgrown grass crept around cracked pavements, and the rusting gate creaked ominously in the breeze. Inside, James sat with his head bowed low, his hands buried deep in his hair. His skin was clammy with sweat, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Days had passed since the loan sharks' last visit, but their threat echoed louder with each tick of the clock.Rita was gone. No trail, no phone number, no friends who could betray her new location. He had scoured social media, contacted her former acquaintances—even tried hacking into her old emails—but there was absolutely nothing. It was as though she had vanished into thin air. Worse still, the money he had borrowed—millions—was now overdue.And the devils had returned.The gate crashed open with a thunderous bang, followed by the echoing stomp of heavy boots. Ja
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Later That Night…James sat at the edge of the hospital bench, the dim corridor lights casting shadows on his hollow face. He stared blankly ahead, his mother’s words haunting his thoughts like whispers in the wind."One day, your lies will catch up to you, James..."They had. And with fury.His mother was now in the ICU, barely hanging on to life.The baby—Rita’s baby—was never his. But he had clung to that lie with desperate hands, hoping to use it as a lifeline, a chain to keep her bound to him. He thought if he could tie her down, maybe he wouldn’t lose everything. But now, standing in the wreckage of his own deceit, he realized he’d lost it all anyway.When he stepped out of the hospital, the night air hit him like a wave of ice. The city bustled on, uncaring and indifferent. He had nowhere to go, no one to call, and nothing left that gave his life direction.So, he did the only thing he knew.He wandered into the nearest bar, ordered the strongest bottle they had, and began drin
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Adrian sat quietly in his home office, the soft hum of classical music echoing in the background. The city lights shimmered through the large glass windows, casting reflections on his thoughtful face. He held a photo of Rita printed from the club footage—her image now etched in his memory far deeper than a mere coincidence.She was the woman from that night.He had tried to deny it, brush it off as a surreal mistake. But the moment their eyes locked at the restaurant, he knew. Her presence stirred something in him—an emotion he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. Interest. Respect. Longing.She was beautiful, yes, but there was something deeper. Strength. Quiet resilience. And now, knowing the life she had escaped from, he respected her even more.But she was also pregnant… with his child.Adrian could’ve confronted her, declared the truth right away. But the look in her eyes at the hospital—that radiant glow when she talked to the nurses, the gentle way she caressed her small bu
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The atmosphere in the grand living room was thick with tension as Antony sat at the polished oak table, his fingers curling into tight fists as he tried to mask the simmering frustration inside him. Lydia, sitting across from him, was noticeably quieter than usual, her usually sharp eyes softened with concern. Their parents, both imposing figures of authority, stood before them, having just returned from their travels.Their mother, elegant in a classic, well-tailored suit, looked at both of them, her eyes dark with an unreadable expression. Their father, the patriarch of the family, stood behind her, his arms folded with a look of cold expectation in his eyes.“This is not the time to be at odds with each other,” their father began, his voice smooth but firm, cutting through the thick silence. “We are family. You will never have anyone else like each other in this world. You must stop fighting over petty matters.”Antony’s jaw clenched, and his chest tightened. He didn’t like being t
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Lydia had always been the perfect daughter—the obedient, quiet one who did everything by the book. She watched her parents’ every move, learned from their successes and failures, and, in turn, molded herself into someone they could rely on. She had been conditioned to be the strong one, the calm one, the one who kept her emotions under control. But lately, that control was slipping.As she sat there, still reeling from the conversation with her parents, something dark and uncomfortable stirred deep within her. It was a feeling she had never fully understood or acknowledged until now, a sense of emptiness that gnawed at her when she was alone. There was a bitterness rising in her chest, one that she had tried to suppress for years.She wasn’t like Antony. Antony had the courage to speak his truth. Antony had the ability to pursue what he wanted, to embrace whatever life threw at him. And yet, as he sat across from her, standing up to their parents and demanding his own way, she felt so
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Lydia sat on the cold edge of her bed, the lights in her room dimmed to a soft amber hue that cast long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual life—cars honking, footsteps echoing down the pavements, laughter from strangers. But inside her room, it was deafeningly quiet. Still. Almost painfully still.Her fingers trembled as she held onto the hem of her dress, eyes locked on nothing in particular. Her vision was blurry, not from sleep, but from the tears she’d been fighting all day. One escaped. Then another. Soon, they fell freely, soaking her cheeks, slipping down to her lips—salty, warm, familiar. She didn’t bother wiping them away.She started sobbing, first quietly—little gasps and hiccups that shook her shoulders. Then came the uncontrollable cries, the ones that came from deep within her chest, the ones she had buried for too long. The ones that spoke of pain that had no name.Her heart ached. Not just from longing, but from shame. From bitterness. Fr
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“I think…” she paused, her voice cracking. “I think I’m in love with Antony.”There was silence.Not the silence of contemplation. Not the silence of understanding.It was the kind of silence that cut the air like shattered glass.Her mother’s spoon dropped into her teacup with a sharpclink. Her father leaned back slowly in his chair, his brow furrowing, the warmth from his face draining in an instant.“Lydia,” her mother finally said, voice low, stunned. “Did you just say... Antony?”Lydia nodded, her eye
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Antony sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone when he heard soft knocks on his door.“Come in,” he said without looking up, expecting it to be one of the housemaids or perhaps Charles needing something.To his surprise, Lydia walked in—graceful and serene as always, but with something different in her eyes. Something unreadable. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a strange calmness to her presence that made the air around her tense.“Hey,” she said softly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sweater.“Hey, Lyds. You okay?” Antony asked, lifting his eyes from the screen to meet hers.She stepped
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Adrian sat in his office, staring blankly at the papers on his desk. The weight of everything that had happened in the last few weeks pressed heavily on him. Rita was distant, her trust in him fractured, and their future uncertain. Every attempt to bridge the growing gap between them seemed futile. He had made a mess of things with Sophie, and now, with the baby on the way, everything seemed to be spiraling out of his control.He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was threatening to take over, when suddenly, his phone rang. The caller ID flashed: Father.Adrian froze. His father. The one person he had been trying to avoid, the one person whose approval he had always sought but never received. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, and then answered the call."Adrian," his father's stern voice came through the phone, sending a chill down his spine. "We need to talk."Adrian’s stomach churned. He had known this moment would come. He knew it had been in
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And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Adrian standing in the doorway, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.He had made his choice. He had to. And he would face whatever consequences came with it. But one thing was certain — he would not let Sophie stand in the way of his future with Rita. Not anymore.Rita sat on the edge of their bed, staring out of the window, her thoughts heavy and clouded. The days seemed to blur together, and the weight in her chest only grew with each passing one. She had always prided herself on being strong, on knowing when something was wrong, but this time, she felt like she was drowning in uncertainty.Since the confrontation with Sophie, something had shifted. Adrian was different — distant, more withdrawn. The tenderness that had once marked his every action towards her had become scarce, replaced with a cool formality. It was subtle at first, the small things — the lack of the playful touches, the absen
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Adrian sat in the quiet of the living room, his thoughts swirling in a storm of confusion, guilt, and frustration. He had never once wanted Sophie in his life. The engagement had been arranged by their families years ago, long before he even met Rita. At first, it had been a simple, distant arrangement, one he never took seriously. But Sophie? She took it all too seriously. She clung to him, her arrogance and entitlement clouding every interaction, while he did everything he could to avoid her.His parents, especially his mother, had never stopped pressing him about Sophie, reminding him of the "important alliance" it would solidify. They saw the marriage as a business arrangement — a union that could strengthen their family’s standing, a way to bring in wealth, influence, and connections. But for Adrian, it was never about that. He had no interest in Sophie’s social status or her family’s power. What he wanted, what he had always wanted, was a life of his own, a life built on passion
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Rita had barely rubbed the sleep from her eyes when the sharp knock echoed through the apartment. She glanced at the clock — 7:30 AM. It was too early for a visit, especially after the strange thoughts from last night still weighed on her mind. Who could it be?Pushing herself up from the couch, Rita shuffled towards the door, her bare feet against the cold floor. As she reached for the handle, the door swung open with force, and before she could react, a woman stepped past her, brushing Rita aside as if she didn’t exist."Excuse me!" Rita snapped, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and irritation. She wasn’t used to being treated this way in her own home.The woman was tall, with sharp features and an air of arrogance that made Rita’s blood boil. Her eyes scanned the living room dismissively before landing back on Rita."I’m Sophie," the woman said, her voice dripping with disdain as she stood in the middle of the living room. "I’m here to see Adrian. Where is he?"Rita’s jaw t
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The days were warm and tender, colored with laughter, gentle music, and the soft rustling of baby clothes being arranged in drawers. Rita was glowing. Her belly had blossomed into full roundness, and her steps were slower, but graceful. Her cheeks were fuller, her eyes softer, and her smile — oh, her smile could light up their entire home.To everyone, it seemed like a perfect time. Rita was safe, happy, loved. But for Adrian, a storm brewed beneath the still surface.He would watch her from across the room — one hand on her belly, the other flipping through a baby book, her eyes twinkling with anticipation — and guilt would claw at his chest.He should have told her long ago. He should have come clean before the baby’s kicks grew stronger, before they painted the nursery, before she wrote down a list of names and laughed when he jokingly added "Thor."But every time he tried, the words failed him. He'd open his mouth, but her joy was too precious, too pure — he couldn’t bear to dim i
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The plane touched down in the early hours of the morning, the golden rays of sunrise stretching lazily across the horizon as if to welcome Rita and Adrian back to their quiet corner of the world. The past weeks had been nothing short of stormy — Antony’s funeral, the uncovering of betrayal, the chaos at the company — and though they had held each other through it all, they were both silently craving the peace of home.As they stepped out of the cab and onto the familiar cobbled pathway of their apartment block, the cool breeze of the city wrapped around them like a long-lost friend. Rita clutched her small suitcase in one hand and instinctively reached for Adrian’s with the other. Her baby bump, now more visible than before, was the quiet promise of new beginnings.She had barely opened the gate when she heard it:"Miss Rita! You're back!" a small voice shrieked.Rita turned just in time to see little Naomi — the bubbly seven-year-old from next door — sprinting toward her in her pajam
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Mary had waited long enough.She watched from the hallway as Linet lounged on the plush living room couch, sipping mango juice from a tall glass, her feet resting on a velvet ottoman. The air reeked of lavender perfume and fake sweetness — both of which made Mary’s blood simmer.She didn’t hate Linet. No, hate was too small a word. What she felt was disgust — a deep-rooted fury that this woman, this imposter, had the audacity to play the whole family for fools.Enough was enough.Mary took a deep breath, her phone tightly clenched in her hand. The screen still displayed the picture she had taken three nights ago — Linet laughing wildly with a bottle of wine in hand, her ‘baby bump’ hidden behind the haze of lies.She stepped in. Calm, steady… lethal.“Enjoying your juice?” Mary asked, her voice low and sharp.Linet glanced up lazily and offered a tight smile. “Very much. Francis had it chilled just the way I like.”Mary smiled too — only hers was ice cold. She walked over, dropped her
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Days turned into weeks, and Linet wore her fabricated pregnancy like a royal cloak — commanding, dramatic, and laced with pretense. She had mastered every symptom, every mood swing, and every emotional outburst that came with it.With each passing day, her in-laws grew softer around her. Francis, once cold and unsure, was now her doting shadow — ready to fulfill every whim with pride. Linet had finally won the attention she had craved, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.She lounged in the living room with her feet propped up on an ornate footrest, flipping through magazines as Francis gently rubbed her shoulders. “You’ve been so tense lately,” he murmured.“Well, carrying a baby while managing a household filled with expectations isn’t easy,” she said with a tired sigh. “But I’m doing my best.”Francis smiled faintly and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, babe. I’m really proud of you.”From the corner of the room, Mary watched in silence, biting her ton
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Mary had always been quiet — observant, but never idle. She had a talent for reading between the lines, and lately, those lines had become increasingly blurry where Linet was concerned. The announcement of her pregnancy had come out of nowhere. No build-up, no symptoms, just a declaration that stunned the household and left Mary unconvinced.She had noticed the subtle things first. The way Linet continued to wear tight-fitting clothes well into her second supposed month. How she dodged family invitations to visit the clinic for a scan. How she never showed any signs of fatigue or nausea, always claiming to be “feeling great” with a wide, almost rehearsed smile.Something was off.Mary wasn’t confrontational by nature, but this time, she couldn’t ignore her instincts. She started to quietly follow Linet’s movements, watching, waiting. It took time — over a week of subtle surveillance, late-night parking outside the estate, and whispered questions to the household help.Then, on a breez
