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
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
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
Death is a cruel truth that everyone tries not to remember. As time goes by, death creeps closer, an unavoidable fate lurking in the shadows.Danny's life hangs by the few wires connecting him to the machines in a private hospital. His once-handsome face has turned pale, as if someone has applied a lighter shade of foundation over his skin. The beeping of the monitor is steady but weak, a fragile tether between him and the world of the living.The sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the sterile room as a nurse walks in, her hands gripping a few syringes and a vial of blue liquid. Her expression is stiff, her every movement reluctant, as if she has been forced into this moment against her will."Just inject it and leave without making a noise."The command crackles through her earpiece, making her stiffen. She hesitates, her gaze darting toward the wall clock hanging above Danny's head. The second hand ticks forward, a cruel reminder that time waits for no one.Swallowing hard, she grip
Travis rests the iPad on the table and takes a deep breath. His eyes dart around, as if trying to grasp something that makes sense. A sharp exhale escapes his lips as he walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Grabbing a cold beer, he makes his way toward the master bedroom. Leaning against the doorframe, he takes a sip, his gaze fixed on Dawn. Longing, yearning, and a flicker of sadness reflect in the depths of his distinct blue eyes. "Even kindness leads to downfall, doesn’t it?" he mutters, feeling the cold beer burn down his throat. After standing there for a moment, lost in thought, he walks back to the balcony and grabs his phone. "Mr. Holden." "Yes?" Mr. Holden, who has been on the case, trying to dig up any information about Spring and her associates, finally shifts his focus to the call. "Don’t tell Dawn about this. She’ll be upset. I want her to enjoy her life without unnecessary worry." Travis takes another sip, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But…
Travis glances at his sleeping wife, his gaze softening as he takes in her peaceful features. Leaning down, he presses the gentlest kiss to her forehead, his lips barely brushing against her warm skin. A quiet sigh escapes him as he straightens, his movements careful, ensuring he doesn’t wake her. Without another sound, he turns and slips out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. The hallway is dimly lit, shadows stretching along the walls as the night settles over the house. As he moves toward the lobby, his footsteps are measured, his mind already consumed by the weight of his thoughts. He reaches the wooden rocking chair near the window and lowers himself into it, placing his laptop on his lap. The glow from the screen illuminates his face, casting sharp angles as his fingers move over the keyboard with quiet precision. With each passing moment, his expression hardens, his focus narrowing as he clicks through files and documents. The air around him grows heavier, thi