It feels different to return to the house where her all nightmares started. The same door which felt so thick each time, she was kicked out of the house because she couldn't do the chores like an adult. She was only a kid who was longing for warmth but was treated like a servant. The same walls where her blood left stained after Spring constantly hitting her head against the wall, and her adoptive parents watched her with great amusement. The couch where she wasn't allowed to sit, the TV which was a mystery for her since she wasn't allowed. She couldn't help but feel that familiar painful bitterness in those stairs and walls. She feels suffocated and petrified. But today, she is going to give them the taste of their own medicine. A life that they deserve. Tiara first decided to stay behind, waiting for her in the car. But unknown to Dawn, she silently follows in, with alertness to say at least. She can't trust her sister-in-law's parents, so she will keep an eye on them. W
" Mrs... Mrs Ericson!" Mrs Clinton stammers, finding out that Dawn didn't come alone but was with Tiara who has witnessed everything from the beginning. Her entire body trembles violently, realizing that she is doomed. The last chance to get their favor is gone. " Such a disgusting, vindictive woman, aren't you? Mrs Clinton! No wonder, My Dawn hated when I used to ask about you." Her voice is calm but dangerously cold as Mrs Ericson speaks. Her face is red, enraged by this outrageous action. " It... It's just a misunderstanding.. I'm... I am trying to -!" " Enough!!!" She roars, even the phone vibrates, " Tiara, open the door and bring my daughter back to me. I will make the decision. Nobody in the world should dare to touch my Daughter-in-law..Not even her so-called bloodsucker parents." She commands while her breath gets heavier. " N-No! It's just a misunderstanding. Mrs Ericson! It's a joke. Nothing else.. Please don't -!" " Enough with your bullshit, Woman! You should h
" 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
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