Shadow gets lost when there is so much light on its owner. But One sided light can make its existence distinct. Dawn Clinton is an adopted child who has been living as the shadow of her adoptive sister. She has a vague memory of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton who has been missing for ten years. However, like a blessing, she was married to the richest CEO in the city who was supposed to be her sister's fiancé six years ago. Although she was the replacement for her sister and her husband is yet to accept her fully. After six years of marriage, she can't deny the fact that she has been happier. She couldn't have been happier than she is now. After two years of marriage, she was gifted with an adorable son. Tomorrow he is going to be 4 years old. She can't stop planning the birthday party. However, to add a cherry on top, Dawn now looks at the pregnancy test on her hand. Her face turns red and warm. She can't help but feel excited to see her husband as soon as possible
Exhaustion has taken over her body. She slowly moves herself into the house after searching for a whole day. The searching team has already sent her the negative responses one after one, like stabbing from a knife. Tears have dried out. She has done everything to find her son. She asked the community's CCTV footage and visited the traffic controlling office if they saw anyone or any foreign cars leaving her mansion. However, the response is still negative. As if her son suddenly disappeared from the house like air. The pain in her lower abdomen is like someone punching her stomach. She feels the cramps are getting stronger. But she has no strength to focus on her body. She can't live without her son. She can't live without him at all. Almost crawling back into the house, she sits on the floor right middle of the living room, trying not to cry more..Her consciousness is fighting against her to shut. But she can't lose her mind.. She must find her son anywhere. He is someth
Dawn's eyes slowly shift on Nancy who is looking at her with a firm expression. Her word brings a rush of confusion as she hears her words. " What did you just say?" She asks, her voice cracking. " You told him to hide in the trunk until Young Master returned. You deleted all the video footage from the computer. Don't lie!" " NANCY!!!" Dawn screams, as tears stream down her face, " Don't - Don't dare to say something horrible and cruel like this. When did I tell my son to go there? When? We both searched every single car. We found him nowhere and now you are -!" She collapses on the floor, as the cramps in her stomach get stronger. " You, out of Everyone, accused me of killing my own son?" Dawn shouts her lung out, unable to understand why they are trying to make her a murderer of her own son. " I don't care. I don't care what you all want to say. Just give me my son. My Asher. My Baby!" She crawls back to her husband who is crying as much as she is. But he steps back, not lett
To repay the kindness of her adoptive parents, despite knowing that her sister's fiancé would never love her, she accepted that marriage. Living in foster care, being bullied by others and having no family made her think that she owed them for taking her in. She lived her entire life as the shadow of her adoptive sister, Spring Clinton. She left on her engagement day and never returned. To reserve the place of the wife of Travis so that other women couldn't marry him or take him away from the Clinton family, who thought of him as the door of their fortune, she was ordered to marry him. Dawn thought she would have to act like a good wife and once her sister returned, she would get divorced without any problems. However, from the time being, she accepted her role as a good wife who never complained, argues or demanded anything. She knew her husband didn't love her. She knew she was the shadow of her sister who was always there, looking down on her. But except for loving her, T
- Dawn's POV- Darkness creeps in at the edges of my vision, and I try to fight it, to hold on. But it's like trying to grasp water, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try. As I lie here, dying on the floor of the living room, a thousand thoughts race through my mind. My son, my unborn babies. Will they blame me for this cruel outcome of our lives? Will Travis forgive her and have his own family now? I never hated him. But now, thinking of him choosing her over his son's death and his unborn baby, my heart fills with disgust and hatred. I will never forgive him. Never. The pain is fading now, replaced by a numbness that spreads through my limbs. It's almost peaceful, in a way. A release from the constant ache of a life spent in the shadows. A release from the painful fate. Freedom to be with my son. And then, there is nothing. For a moment, it's like I'm floating in darkness, weightless, alone. I think this is the end, that everything will simply fade away. B
Opening the trunk of my car, I keep staring at it with a sullen gaze, my hand instinctively reaching for my belly. The madness to take revenge on everyone who hurt my son intensifies each time I look at the empty space inside. I know everything was a lie. I’ve checked twice, thrice, and countless times, hoping to find him. But he wasn’t there. My heart aches, yet there’s a strange happiness bubbling inside me, a joy at the chance I’ve been given. A chance I never thought possible. I keep thanking God for sending me back to this time, to when Asher is growing inside me. This means I can rebuild his life, make it safe and warm from the very start. I grab the shopping bag filled with 25 hydrangea plants and a bouquet of gardenias. Asher loves gardenias. Closing the trunk, I walk toward the garden, my steps firm with purpose. I know what’s going to happen in the future. And I will change everything. I place the plants aside and put the gardenias under the big cherry tree. This is whe
A selfish husband who watched me die, a cruel adoptive sister who made me her shadow forever, and parents who used me as the last card in their game to fulfill their selfish greed—it’s the best chance to take revenge on them and protect my son from everyone.I will make him give up his parental rights to my son, I will destroy her life and career, and my dearest family, who wanted me to repay kindness they never showed, I will destroy them along with their selfish and greedy daughter.This time, your mama will shine, baby. Your mama will make them pay for everything.“My Lady! Are you okay?”Butler Uncle looks dumbfounded as if he’s seen a ghost. Well, I can’t blame him for that. I never went to a shop or used such a large amount of money. This time, I will get rid of everything that makes me feel like her puppet.“Don’t worry, Butler Uncle! Your master is a billionaire. I don’t think he’ll mind if I use the card he gifted me!” I show him the black card that Travis gave me.That’s rig
- Narrator- Travis Ericson, 24, the youngest son of the Ericson family and the CEO of one of Ericson's Companies, glances at the messages that he received earlier. So far, the amount of money has reached to 6 million dollars and all the money is going to cars, branded clothes and other stuff. He can check everything from his seat with a deep frown between his thick eyebrows. His ocean blue eyes, shiftly moves to the details of hospital bills. The payment receipt was automatically sent from the hospital that he owns. The question keeps lingering who it is. Since his wife who is like an affectionate doll never used his card. And why did she go to the hospital if she is the one who is using the card? " Did you check if the person who is spending the money is Dawn?" Travis finally presses his hand against his neck before looking at his assistant who enters the room quietly. " Yes, Boss! I have called the Butler and he confirmed that Ma'am has been spending money on various th
Spring collapses on the cold marble floor, her knees buckling beneath her as if the ground itself has pulled her down. The chill of the floor snakes under her skin, crawling up her spine like icy fingers. Her phone slips from her shaking hand, landing with a dull thud beside her. Her lips quiver uncontrollably, her fingers tangling into her hair as her chest rises and falls in uneven, frantic breaths. She can’t stop the tremor in her body, her panic consuming every inch of her like wildfire.The front door clicks open. The sound of rustling shopping bags and hurried footsteps fills the hallway."Spring?" her mother’s voice calls out casually at first, but freezes mid-sentence when her eyes land on her daughter crumpled on the floor.Bags tumble from her hands without a second thought as she rushes toward her, panic twisting her expression. "Spring! What’s wrong!? What happened?" her voice shakes, her hands reaching to steady her daughter’s trembling shoulders.Ever since Dawn exposed
The situation has indeed taken an unexpected turn that Travis didn't quite think about before. The initial plan was to make Taylor, Mary and Henry being banished from their own life while Travis or his father would help to get rid of Butler Jacob and Spring. However, after submitting the information about Mary and Henry, Danny decided to wrap things up and then will return to the USA. He even bought a house in the next city, closer to the University where he has studied. But things have taken an unexpected turn when the next call comes from Danny right when Dawn's in her labor. " Hey! Danny!" Travis huffs while rushing towards the elevator. The medical team is in the private clinic on the 19th floor and Dawn is on her labor. " Hey! Are you busy?" Danny asks, noticing Travis's heavy breathing. "Ah; Yeah. It's Dawn. She is on labor. What's up?" He asks, trying to calm down. " Then I will talk to you later. It's not more important than the situation right now. You shoul
Travis leans back in his chair, fingers tapping against the wooden armrest as he listens to the detective on the other end of the call. His expression remains cold, but there is a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "What makes you think so?" His voice carries an edge, daring the detective to continue. "Isn't it obvious?" Detective Williams asks, his tone filled with forced patience. "Your wife was supposed to receive eighty percent of the shares. Maybe Mr. Parker—or even you—found out that they were planning something against you. And then… Mr. Danny suddenly decides to change the will. Otherwise, why would he make such a drastic change? On top of that, why is Danny Parker giving such a huge amount of money to your wife?" Travis scoffs, shaking his head as he lets out a low chuckle. "Pfft! Do you know who you're talking to, Detective Williams?" "Do I need to?" The detective’s tone remains firm, but there is a slight hesitation. "No, certainly not," Travis replies, his voice
Ever since Travis has told her about the situation, Dawn's health has improved significantly. Nightmares are now rare occurrences. Though she has lost a significant amount of weight, she looks stunning as a pregnant woman. The glow on her face is undeniable, and the way she carries herself radiates a newfound peace. Right now, she walks across the rooftop, one of her favorite places. The fresh air brushes against her skin, bringing a sense of tranquility. This is where she often comes to think, to reflect. Today, her mind is preoccupied with a thought she can’t shake off—the idea of returning to that villa. The very place where everything unfolded in her previous life. She isn't sure whether it’s a good idea, but a part of her wants to go back. Asher loved his room there. After stretching her legs for a bit, she slowly sits on the swing, letting her body relax. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips as she places a hand over her belly. The thought of welcoming Asher into a
Travis's smile lingers on his face with a sort of relief and calmness after he has finished the call with Danny. The plan has been successful the way they wanted. He has helped Danny to make sure he won't be tagged along with that murder case. Obviously, he will never risk his friend's life. The moment Danny said he wanted to come back, he knew that the plan had been successful. Right now, he stands before his father, who is going through some documents and showing them to him, making him absolutely confused. He wants to go to his wife and hug her to say that everything is okay now. "Now, tell me, what are these?" Mr. Ericson asks, folding his arms over his chest. "You called me to say this?" Travis shows a bit of frustration when his father presents some of the things that he thinks his father shouldn't have worried about. However, Mr. Ericson's expression shows he isn't liking his son's abnormal behavior in the last few months. "If you want to build another company or wa
Mary clutches the edge of the dining table, her fingers trembling as she presses against the wound on her abdomen. Blood seeps between her fingers, warm and sticky, staining the fabric of her dress. Her breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as she struggles to stay upright. Across the room, Henry sprawls on the floor, his body convulsing with pain. His face twists in agony, his hands clutching his own wound, but he is too weak to move. With a shaky hand, Mary reaches for her phone, her vision blurring. Her blood-slicked fingers slip against the screen as she dials Danny’s number. Outside, parked in front of the company, Danny sits inside his car, the glow of the streetlights casting a faint sheen over his face. His eyes remain fixed on his iPad, where the live CCTV footage plays, capturing every moment of the chaos inside the house. The moment his phone rings, a smirk curls at the corner of his lips. He answers casually. “Hey, honey! I’m waiting for you outside. When are you
Next Day, Mary stands in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection with an almost predatory satisfaction. The red silk blouse clings to her figure, its lustrous sheen against the black skirt making her look sharp, calculated—perfect. She admires how the fabric flows around her waist, the way it accentuates her curves. Today is important. She needs everything to be just right. The parcel will arrive at 11, and she will be the one to claim it before Henry even knows it’s here. The parcel isn’t just any package. It’s from the company. And it’s filled with assets, documents, and materials that she will need to secure her own lab. She was surprised when Danny explained the worth of this package. Her phone buzzes on the dresser, cutting through her thoughts. She glances at the screen, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "I’m almost done. Please make sure you get here around 11:30." She exhales slowly, the grin never leaving her face. "Perfect. I'll have it well b
Tiara sits cross-legged on the floor, her eyes following Travis as he meticulously paints the final artwork on the nursery wall. His brush moves with slow, deliberate strokes, the colors blending seamlessly to create the tranquil image of a twilight sky. "Twilight?" she muses, tilting her head. "Yes," Travis answers softly, his voice carrying a sense of quiet nostalgia. He has been working on the painting for a while, carefully recreating a scene that holds a special place in Asher’s heart. The little boy loves fishing with Travis, watching the sunset paint the horizon in brilliant hues of orange, pink, and deep purple. Tiara giggles, swinging her legs idly. "Wouldn’t ‘Dawn’ be better? Sister's name is Dawn, after all. It’s cute, isn’t it?" Travis smiles at her suggestion but doesn’t waver in his focus. Before he can respond, both of them turn their heads as the door creaks open. Dawn stands at the entrance, her enormous belly emphasized by the loose-fitting dress she wears.
Revenge is ___The empty place of this sentence holds thousands of different emotions, especially for those seeking revenge on the people who once hurt them. Danny was the love child of two of the worst people imaginable. His parents had torn their families apart under the pretense of love, but the truth was far from it. Their relationship was a battlefield of constant blame, petty arguments, and neglect. Growing up, Danny had felt sorry for his half-brother, understanding the resentment their father’s other family held toward him. He had accepted their hatred, believing it was the least of his burdens. But everything changed when he realized he might never have a future with Dawn. That moment of clarity made him want to build a life with Mary instead. But...Now, Danny sits back, sipping his coffee as he listens to the muffled argument coming from Mary’s study. The rising voices, the accusations, the heavy thuds, and finally, Mary’s quiet sobs—all of it brings him a twisted