" Are you okay?" Travis asks, with his cold and terrifying expression turning into a soft one. His hand never leaves her as she is standing before her so-called mother who confessed that she knew her biological mother. " I am alright! Thank you!" She replies, voice cold. Travis leaves her waist when he notices her tone, distancing himself immediately. In the next second, his gentle gaze turns colder as he looks at Mrs Clinton, " We will handle it properly. Don't worry!" Mrs Clinton is no longer in position to argue back. She keeps sobbing, realizing that the end is getting closer. " Let's go! Tiara! I don't want to stay here anymore!" She says, walking towards the door. She is exhausted. She doesn't want to stress herself. It will affect her baby boy. Tiara nods following her, leaving Travis behind. Travis in the meantime, grabs Mrs Clinton's phone and goes through video collections. " Do you think you can manipulate me with this dirty little trick?" His eyes darke
Spring has been doing everything, from helping the elders to feed the orphans, while getting hundreds of miscalled from her manager. However, she can't find the person for whom she is here. It's almost two, spending four hours doing what she never wanted to do to meet Travis. However, she has no idea when he will come here. Meanwhile, she has been having no sleep while handling her projects. Since morning 7 to night 12 or more, she has been spending time to finish the project. Still, she hasn't finished half of this. There is a sharp headache because of the lack of her sleep and drink. Now,. knowing that she can't afford a day to skip, she is here, chasing a mirage. On top of that the old ladies have more demands than anyone else in this place. Preparing tea to massage their back, everything. Treating her like a 24/7 servants with no payment. Biting her ego and frustration, she grabs her phone and walks away from the venue, calling Fanny who suggested her to waste her time
"How was your day?" Fanny enters the room with a wide smile while Spring gathers her papers to finish within two hours. The splitting headache makes her feel nauseous. But she can't do anything if she wants to get rid of this life. " He didn't even look at me once. As if I didn't exist in his world!" She grunts as she replies. " Don't worry about it! It's just the beginning. I have news to share. It can be good or bad. But we can use it for our benefit!" Fanny smirks, sparkling some white substance in their drinks and hands it over Spring. She has no idea that Spring is working on some important work. " What's that?" She asks, drinking without hesitation. " Your sister is pregnant!" The glass shattered into pieces when she said that. Some of the drinks fall onto her papers. But she is too shocked to move. Fanny frowns, glancing at Spring who doesn't say anything. " What's up? Isn't it what you wanted? It is the best time for you to manipulate him. I heard he would
Two days later,Jared has been trying to talk to Spring but she has been avoiding him like a professional. Freddie has been trying to make her life hard because of the exposure. She doesn't know how he learnt about it. Jared won't tell anyone since it's a scandal and the company doesn't allow relationships between two employees. She has been trying to keep herself busy with her work.. Thankfully, she has finished 80% of the project and the day after tomorrow is the D-day of her achievement. " Mr Jared! Is everything okay?" Ms Claire, holding two cups of coffee approaches him with a smirk on her face. Jared who is trying to find Spring's whereabouts flinches and looks at her with a professional smile, " Good Morning, Ms Claire!"" Morning! Morning!" She grins, " Here, coffee. I like to drink it a bit bitter. I hope you won't mind!" " No. It's fine." He grabs it and sips without thinking twice. His eyes from time to time roam around, looking. " It's been a while I met Ms Spring. I
" What?" Spring looks terrified once she learns about the accident. On top of that, it's Jared who was driving. The CCTV footage showed that Jared had no idea about Freddie crossing the road when the lights were on. So, Cops let Jared go. But Jared told them that he would take care of his medical Bills since he could have been more careful. " That's right. I am sorry. But it was an accident. Jared came with me to see you. He might have left for urgent work!" As Miss Claire explains, Spring can't accept the fact that it was an accident. A few days ago, Freddie said he punched Jared. What if he did it out of anger? Unable to hold herself together, Spring runs out, meeting the cops who are still there, talking to Jared. " Sir! Excuse me!" She rushes one of them, " How is my boyfriend?" She asks, ignoring Jared who is standing there, staring at her and her hand. " Mr Freddie's situation isn't great. The doctor said he might never be able to walk!" " Wh-What?" Spring gasps,
Next Day... Dawn sits next to her in-laws and Tiara to spend the evening together. Travis has been working on the arrangements for the party and other things. He has been coming home lately. So he is absent. They start talking about casual things like when to go shopping, which makeup artists they should invite or the celebrities will attend the party. They are asking Dawn about her opinions and interests. Dawn politely expresses her desire and also informs that she doesn't think she can deal with crowds so much..So they should be the one to decide what's the best for them. Her in-laws who want to understand her better agree with the statement. Since she returned home after having that traumatic incident with her foster mother, she is having a hard time. Also they don't want to give her unnecessary pressure. While they are busy talking, Tiara's attention goes to the entrance. Travis is exhausted and almost worn out, walks inside the elevator. She frowns narrowly before st
" I didn't order you to break his legs. How did this happen?" Dawn asks Mr Holden while trying to arrange her clothes. " It wasn't any of our plans. Please rest assured. Jared intentionally did it!" Mr Holden immediately explained, knowing that Dawn will definitely get angry if she gets involved with crimes. " So-!" She pauses momentarily, thinking about something significant, " Freddie won't be able to drive anymore!" She asks, swallowing hard. " This is how it is now." Dawn grabs the silk gown that she bought for their second Anniversary last year and throws it in the basket, " Do you think they'll replace Freddie?" Mr Holden says nothing, making her heart beat faster. She takes a deep breath, standing up, " Mr Holden! Do you understand what my sister is doing?" She asks, walking towards the window. " I do. That's why I have been keeping all the records and evidence together. There are lots of conversations that they exchanged with each other where they directly mentioned
In a calm and peaceful café, Mr Holden has been sitting for a while, staring at the information he has got. While his eyebrows are arched with a tensed frown, his shoulder loosens up a bit. He has been working with Dawn for almost a month, and so far, he doesn't understand one single thing--- How does she know everything before? Things that never happened or things that only Spring should know about. While tapping his chin with a deep frown between his eyebrows, he looks up at the person who taps on his shoulder, " Detective Holden! You are too busy to have a drink with me nowadays! Did you win a lottery or something?" Maxine Ray, his old friend sits across the table and smirks. " It's a Private Investigator, Now, Mr Ray." He said with a sarcasm. " Well, it's not like the bureau kicked you out of the team. You left." Max shrugs, " Yes, By Choice." Holden looks at the files. " What are you looking at?" Max takes a glance at the files... " Spring -!" Holden immedi
Travis stands firm behind her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder as she sits upright on the couch. Across from her, Jasmine reclines with an air of superiority, her sharp eyes glinting with judgment. The corner of Jasmine’s lips twitches upward into a smug smirk as she glances briefly at Dawn before redirecting her attention to Travis.“So, tell me,” Jasmine begins, her tone laced with disdain, “what made you marry her, Travis? I introduced you to countless women—highly qualified, stunning women. And yet, you chose... this?”The room plunges into a suffocating silence. The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in the air as all eyes shift to Jasmine. The glint in their gazes sharpens like predators zeroing in on prey.Travis’s fingers move in slow, soothing circles on Dawn’s shoulder, his voice steady but firm. “Because she’s the one I want to be with.”Jasmine scoffs, loud and dismissive. Her gaze sweeps over Dawn like a disinterested interviewer appraising a candidate. “So,” sh
Spring's expression shifts to seriousness as she shakes the glass of wine. Her eyes are settled on her reflection in the counter. Beads of sweat gather at the corner of her left brow, with a deep frown between her eyebrows. "Don't worry!" A cold tone comes as she takes a glance at the sushi master. "She wasn't as important as you thought she would be." Spring looks up at the man. His blonde hair and dark blue eyes don't match the Sagari he has adorned himself with. She lowers her gaze, then reaches for the sliced raw squid sashimi he just prepared. "Fanny is my ex-boyfriend's sister. She was one of the most cunning people I have ever met," she says calmly, clenching the chopsticks. "So?" the man retorts. "She crossed the line—blackmailing us. How stupid!" Spring leans into the chair and meets his eyes with a sharp sigh. "You should have at least used her before killing her. Whatever. When will your brother be here?" The man grins playfully while cleaning the knife. "He won
Travis’s eyes open with a panic when he feels the wetness on his arm. Thinking that it’s pouring and the raindrops are dripping off the ceiling of the tent, he almost jumps until… He finds Dawn crying silently in her sleep, tears streaming down his arm. “Dawn!” he mutters, looking worried. Gently wiping her face, he shakes her slowly, careful not to frighten her. “Dawn! Wake up! It’s fine,” he whispers, rubbing her back. “Do-Don’t kill him. Don’t kill my baby boy,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around her belly. Travis’s eyes moisten as she cries in his arms. He holds her without disrupting her dreams, whispering softly, “It’s just a dream. You are alright!” It has become a common occurrence for them. Travis shares the same nightmares, watching her and Asher dying constantly. It has become a part of his life, an unrelenting reminder of everything he must do to protect her and Asher. His heart echoes his sadness as he pulls her closer into his arms, resting her against his
The car pulls up in front of a vast expanse of land. At first glance, Dawn is confused by the darkness. She glances at Travis as he steps out of the car. Her heart starts thumping. She trusts him, but this scenario—away from the city, shrouded in darkness, the sound of crickets echoing in the air, and no one else around—makes her tremble slightly.She cradles her belly, trying not to let doubts creep in about whether Travis would ever hurt her or the baby."Why are we here? This doesn’t look like a date!" she asks, her jaw clenched tightly.Travis notices the troubled expression on her face. He opens her door and gently pecks her cheek. "We’re here!" he says with a grin.She tilts her head, trying to understand what’s happening, but her eyes widen in shock as the surroundings suddenly become illuminated by thousands of lights.The entire path is lined with glowing lights and vibrant flowers, forming arches that look like floral gates. At the end of the road stands a giant tent."What’
Surprisingly, the rest of the party goes smoothly. Danny is overly protective of Dawn, and even Tiara can’t stop talking about it. However, there are visible walls of friendship between them. Dawn feels overjoyed to spend what she believes might be her last moments with Danny. She knows he will soon become sick and pass away, which breaks her heart. Danny has turned into the kind of sweet friend she has always wanted. Meanwhile, Spring keeps her distance and avoids Dawn entirely, choosing instead to hang out with her own friends. Tiara is busy replying to Travis’s endless messages—about the bodyguards, the female waitstaff he sends, and everything else. Tiara is shocked when Travis first confides in her about his plan. He knows he won’t get much time to stay with Dawn, but he wants to ensure that everyone working at the event is replaced by his own people. So now, all the female staff and male security guards are part of the Ericson security team. “So, what about you coming to
"Dawn! Let's have dinner together!" Jake approaches her after finding her alone in the corner of the room. She has been trying to find Danny, who has yet to arrive. The sole purpose of coming here is to meet Danny, so it's upsetting that he hasn’t shown up yet. "Thank you. But I am a bit busy!" she says while trying to message Danny. "I don't know what happened between us, Dawn, but I don't want to ruin our friendship. Millie misses you too!" Dawn looks at him, clearly uninterested in his words. "Mr. Jake, I don't think we have any friendship." "Jake! What are you doing?" Spring approaches them and wraps her hand around his arm. "Oh! Dawn? Sorry! In this room, staying five feet apart is impossible since we're at the same party. Anyway, I think you’ve met my boyfriend. This is Jake." She grins. "So rest assured, I won’t come after Travis!" She chuckles, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Dawn looks unbothered once again and dials a number. The only friend who always had her back w
"My Lady!" Dawn flinches at the sound of a female voice behind her. The running faucet muffles the words, but she turns to find a female waitress standing there. Before Dawn can say anything, the waitress places a folded piece of paper on her purse and quickly leaves the restroom. Confused, Dawn picks up the note and glances at it. Her expression hardens, but she remains silent. Moments later, some of her classmates enter the bathroom. Among them is Nora Brown, her unmistakable presence commanding the room. Not wanting to waste energy on people she deems unimportant, Dawn turns to leave. But just as she reaches the door, a hand blocks her path. "So, you got pregnant!" Nora’s smirk widens as she shoves Dawn against the wall. "I wonder if the man who knocked you up knows how worthless you really are." Dawn gently shields her belly, her expression calm and composed. Her lack of reaction only fuels Nora’s rage. "Nora!" one of her underlings hisses, glancing nervously at the
What can they do now? Play petty games and act like bullies again? Dawn exhales sharply, her fingers gripping the edge of her phone as Travis's message flickers on the screen. His words carry a weight of guilt and concern. He has arranged for her to attend the reunion with bodyguards. She wants to be angry at him for being so overprotective, but deep down, she knows his actions stem from love. He’s been working himself to the bone, determined to clear his schedule before the final month of her pregnancy. The pressure he carries is palpable, his desire to protect her and their unborn son consuming him. After everything they’ve endured—the threats, the near-misses—he refuses to take any risks. Dawn sets her phone down, her chest tightening. She wishes Travis could be here tonight, but she doesn’t dwell on the thought for long. Tiara, stepped in at the last moment, eager to take his place. Tiara’s presence feels like a shield, a reminder that Dawn doesn’t have to face her past al
"What's the name of that bar?" Brewing teas for both of them, Travis asks in a serious tone, his hands steady. "I don't know. I don't remember!" Dawn shrugs as if it’s unimportant, though her fingers fidget against the table. "But I can gather other information!" Travis nods quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "So, you’ve been investigating things!" "Yeah. What did you think? That I would sit back and do nothing?" she snaps, her voice sharp but controlled. "I was planning to raise my baby away from everyone. And once he turned into an adult, I’d return home to kill you and her!" Travis’s eyes widen slightly. "Excuse me?" His brows arch, and he straightens in his seat. "You aren’t killing anyone!" "Relax," she says, waving a dismissive hand. "It’s just angry, intrusive thoughts. All I want is to see Spring and whoever the bastard is, suffering." "Same target," Travis mutters, pouring the hot tea into two delicate cups—the same tea she used to brew for him during calmer tim