"I am going on a date this weekend!" "How nice! Is he a good person?" "Yes... He said he would take a few days off to meet me." Standing in the lobby, Travis unintentionally listens to his employees' conversation. His expression shifts to curiosity as he watches that employee's face. She looks happy about going on a date. "I never went on a date with Dawn!" he mutters, wondering what people do on a date. When he was dating Spring, he was busy with his studies and other things. He has never been on a date before. "Boss!" His assistant walks toward him. "The meeting will start after the lunch break." "Okay. Inform everyone." "Okay, Boss!" Travis takes his phone out. Usually, he doesn't call Dawn at this hour, but recently he feels a strong urge to talk to her. "Should I ask her if she wants to go on a date with me? But can a pregnant woman go on a date?" While pressing her phone number, he keeps wondering. Then he squints his eyes, thinking about searching it online.
Although she told Holden to investigate the sushi bar, her thoughts stay stuck on that matter. She understands that Spring is a crazy woman who would do anything to get what she wants. However, who else wants to kill her child and even her husband? Who are they? Why do they want to harm them? As questions keep creeping into her mind, her attention swiftly moves to her phone. After returning from that café, Dawn notices the group chat is lively. Since today, there are a few messages from the admin on dates and locations, nothing else. While heading downstairs to enjoy an evening with her father-in-law, she decides to check. But her eyebrows slightly rise when she notices the company’s name. She pauses for a few seconds before starting to read the messages properly. Nora Brown, one of her bullies, is the main topic and... her heart flutters when she notices a certain message from her classmates: “Nora, that bitch, has been banned from Ericson Companies!” Right below the messag
"Are you really taking my picture? I don't think I have a photogenic figure—" She hasn't even completed her words when he captures a picture of her. "Blue suits you perfectly!" he compliments, admiring the picture. "Let me see!" she says, looking genuinely interested. Travis hands her the phone and walks into the kitchen to grab a water bottle. Dawn sits at the table and admires how perfectly he captured the picture. She didn't know he was such a good photographer. She tries to zoom in on the picture to look closely at the necklace, but she accidentally swipes to the next picture. To her surprise, Dawn blinks twice when she notices a picture of herself standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, cradling her belly with a gentle smile on her face. It seems like a professional photographer took the photo. She swipes again. This time, she is talking to her in-laws and enjoying her time. Another swipe shows her standing by bushes of roses, holding some she later put in a vase for
"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
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
"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
"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
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
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
Five days ago, The last call Travis received from Dawn, saying she was being stalked by someone, sent a shiver down his spine. The link indicated that she was at a mall, waiting for Tiara. That was when she noticed the same person who had been in every shop they visited. At first, she didn't think much of it, but when she entered the women's restroom, she realized that the person was standing in front of the door, waiting. Unable to do anything with her heavily pregnant belly, she quickly sent a link to Travis, fearing that she might be in danger. Travis left everything behind and rushed straight to the mall. When he arrived, he found her crying, sitting on a bench with Tiara hugging her tightly. Later, he learned that Tiara had threatened the person for standing in front of the restroom like a creep, unaware that he had actually been stalking Dawn. Now, Travis's main focus is to find out who the stalker was while also handling the case of Butler Jacob. Sitting across f
Danny Parker, the boy with striking blue eyes and blonde hair, was always seated near Dawn in class. Despite the constant bullying she endured, Danny remained by her side like a shadow. He would often stand up for her, only to end up beaten by others. Surprisingly, Dawn felt deeply connected to him as a best friend. One day, while studying together in the library, she murmured, "I wish I could stay with you forever. Nobody wants me." Danny’s heart shattered at her words. In that moment, he vowed to be with her forever. But the word forever held different meanings in their two innocent yet exhausted hearts. Danny, a boy who despised being labeled a betrayal child, longed for someone to see him as just Danny, the way Dawn did. Dawn, weary and disheartened, yearned for a lifelong friend—someone who would stay with her for hours without questioning her worth. But their wishes never came true. Dawn had to transfer to another university under the pretense of her sister's decisio
The room feels like a cold, sterile storage unit rather than a place meant for recovery. Danny sits stiffly on the couch, his fingers twitching slightly as he watches the nurse. She moves with gentle precision, adjusting the IV drip before carefully drawing his blood for testing. The faint clink of metal instruments against glass echoes in the silence, amplifying the tension in his chest. A deep voice cuts through the air. “So.” Danny’s eyes flick to the man sitting across from him. Despite the overwhelming dominance radiating from him, there is an odd sense of security in his presence—rather than fear, Danny feels protected. “You knew they were hurting you?” A thin line forms between Danny’s lips, his expression darkening with quiet sorrow. “I know my body. And I know what kind of illness my father had,” he murmurs, his voice calm but laced with an underlying bitterness. “Even though I never showed symptoms, I knew exactly what medicine I needed to protect myself.” He i
When Fate Plays a Twisted GameDanny’s eyelids flutter open just as the IV drip ceases. A dull ache pulses through his body, and a sense of confusion washes over him. His mind struggles to grasp how his health had declined so suddenly. His gaze shifts to Mary, who sits beside him, her eyes filled with worry—a worry that feels too perfect, too rehearsed. "Danny! You have no idea how terrified I was! Your health declined so suddenly—I almost became a widow at twenty-three!" A pang of guilt settles in Danny’s chest, but he knows he cannot blame himself for his illness. He exhales slowly. "I thought this would happen around my thirties, not now…" He pauses before noticing the packed suitcases scattered across the room. "Are we going somewhere? You’ve been busy packing." Mary stills for a moment before approaching him. Wrapping her arms gently around his neck, she presses a soft kiss against his lips. "You don’t know how lucky I feel right now. Not only have you woken up, but one of
Henry’s eyes flutter open with a subtle grunt as the phone rings. Beside him, Mary remains asleep, curled beneath the blanket, her breathing soft and steady. Pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, he stretches an arm toward the nightstand, reaching for the phone. "What’s the time—!?" His brows knit together the moment he sees the caller’s name. His breath catches, and his grip on the device tightens. "Im—Impossible!" he mutters under his breath, throwing the blanket off his legs in one swift motion. His gaze lingers on Mary, a flicker of hesitation and guilt clouding his blue eyes. But the name on the screen—it’s more than just a person to him. It’s a ghost from the past, one he had long believed to be buried. Moving with silent urgency, he slips out of bed and enters his study. Locking the door behind him, he settles before his desk, his fingers trembling slightly. With a press of a button, the monitor flickers to life, revealing the hidden camera feed of the bedroom. His eyes
"We must save him!"Just one line is enough to make her man do the impossible. Dawn has no idea that her husband can start an international conflict with a single snap of his fingers. Travis pulls the curtains and walks quietly toward his wife. She has finally drifted into deep slumber after crying in his arms about Danny. His fingers gently brush against her cheeks, wiping away the traces of her tears. "Dawn," he whispers, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Don't cry for another man. It breaks me." He presses a tender kiss against her forehead. "The last thing I ever want to see is you in tears. Whether it's for me, Asher, or anyone else, just say the word, and I will do it, get it, or claim it for you. But don't cry." His gaze lingers on her, memorizing her peaceful expression. He doesn’t know if his love for her is enough. But even if it isn’t, he will love her more—more than anything in the world. After gently massaging her legs and feet, he steps out of the bedro