Two days have passed. Travis keeps getting different types of videos from Dawn's parents where she has been bullied or acted out on different occasions. Judging by each and every video, one thing he has realised is that someone deliberately kept those videos and sent them to her parents. While Travis is certain that Dawn has suffered a lot, he can't assume that she is mentally unstable and unable to take care of herself. So instead of following what his heart wants to believe, he decides to investigate the situation more. Obviously now lots of evidence he has collected, he can find out those bullies who ruined her life. In the meantime, 2 days is 48 hours, enough for someone to complete lots of tasks. After getting the project solely to herself, Spring is doing her best to complete it within a week. She has successfully managed to complete her 25% of work without taking any breaks. Sometimes when people aren't around, she takes so much energy boosting drugs, that helps her feel
" You Okay? Sis!" Tiara rubs her back as she keeps throwing up on the roadside, on the way to the Clinton family. Her morning sickness is getting worse and she knows she is going to deal with them. However, the subtle sound of the engine, the smell of air freshener in the air and the blow of AC everything just turns her stomach down and leads her to throw up instantly. She cleans up and straightens her back for a few seconds and looks at Tiara. She is accompanying Dawn under her mother-in-law's instructions. She has to take a person with her to visit her parents and demanded it should be Tiara since they're close. " I.. I am sorry!" She chuckles while grabbing a tissue from Tiara who has been so patient with her. " It's the worst but I am hungry now!" She laughs, walking towards the car and leans her back against it. " Pregnancy is hard. I don't want it!" Tiara says, her face showing the real terror of the situation. Dawn chuckles warmly and shakes her head, " It's beau
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
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