[Sasha]Arthur’s face goes pale—well, paler than it already is under all the bruises. He tries to sit up, but between his broken arm and leg, he’s not going anywhere.“Who the hell are you?” I demand, stepping between him and this…mountain of a man.His grin only widens, like he’s enjoying the little show.The guy chuckles, slow and low. “Oh, I’m just here to check in on my good friend Arthur. See, he’s been a little behind on some promises he made to me and my associates. Thought it’d be polite to come by and see if maybe, finally, he’s ready to settle up.”Dad’s face hardens, but I can see his hands shake. “Look, whoever you are, we’ll pay back whatever he owes. Just—leave my son alone.”The guy looks at Dad with a mix of pity and amusement. “Oh, isn’t that touching. Daddy swoops in to save his little screw-up. But see, here’s the thing—your boy didn’t just borrow money. He took it, gambled it, and lost, over and over. And we’re not exactly a bank that lets you pay whenever you feel
[Sasha]“What do you mean he’s not here?” I demand over the phone, speaking to Caden’s clueless assistant.I’ve been trying to reach him forever, but every call goes unanswered. I finally had no choice but to call this assistant. What’s her name again? Mandy? Andy? Brandy?Ugh, whatever!“I mean exactly what I said, Ms. Clarkson. Mr. Lawrence is currently on a flight to Japan. It’s a long flight, so he won’t be available for a few hours.”Dammit. This is a disaster.“When did he leave? And why am I just hearing about it now? You’re supposed to keep me updated, aren’t you? That’s what you get paid for!”“Uh… I apologize, madam, but that’s not exactly part of my job. Besides, it was Mr. Lawrence’s strict instruction to keep his travel plans private unless it was an emergency. And, well…since you called, and you’re kind of…important, I figured this counted as an emergency. This is an emergency, right?”What the hell? “Of course, this is an emergency, you idiot! Who the hell do you think
“What?” Agnes Lawrence sounds surprised. “How can he do that? And without even discussing it with us? Now, how are we supposed to help this poor girl?”My heart sinks deep into my stomach. They can’t be serious. I need this money. And I need it now.“Mom?” More tears spill from my eyes. “What are we going to do now?”Mr. Lawrence looks frustrated. “I don’t know what he was thinking. But the truth is, without his approval, we can’t access that money. And that means we can’t help you, child. We are very sorry.”Shit. No. I can’t accept no for an answer.“But my dad… he’ll die if he doesn’t get his surgery. Mom?” I turn to this stupid woman. “Please, don’t say no. You’re my only hope. Please, don’t leave me alone in this.”Agnes looks torn, her face a mask of concern. “Sasha, I wish there was something more I could do,” she says. “You know how complicated these things can be.”I shake my head. “Complicated? My dad is dying! Complicated is not an option right now!”“Calm down, dear,” Mr.
[Sasha]“Come on, open the door!” I mutter under my breath, standing impatiently outside Samuel’s apartment.I can’t believe he’s the only choice I have right now.After Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence showed me the door instead of putting millions in my account, I have no choice but to ask for help from their eldest son—the bad apple of the family. The prodigal son whose chances of returning to his family are as slim as summer in Antarctica.Shit. He’s never going to let me hear the end of this.But I have to swallow my pride. If not for my dad, then for my own dignity. My account’s down to nothing, which can’t go on for long. Without money, I feel helpless—like the whole world’s mocking me, or will as soon as they find out the truth about my family.After I knocked a dozen times, Samuel finally opened the door.I take a deep breath of relief, but it fades fast as he takes one look at me and rolls his eyes.“What the hell are you doing here?”I force a smile, hoping it’ll smooth over the sheer
[Sasha]I hate him. Hate that he’s right.I did all of this, went through every humiliating step, so Caden would finally marry me. But that bastard—after everything I’ve done, everything I’ve put myself through—hasn’t even mentioned marriage. Not even a damn engagement.I scowl, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. “Well, it’s not my fault your family’s dumb as fuck.”Samuel’s smirk widens. “Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong,” he says, turning around and plopping down on the dingy couch. “They’re not dumb, Sasha. They’re the exact opposite. Why else do you think they handed over the entire business to Caden, knowing full well he isn’t even their real son?”My eyes widen, and my breath catches.“Wait a second. What?”He arches a brow, feigning surprise. “What? You didn’t know? Oops!”There’s no way I could have missed this. “When were you planning to tell me all this? How—I mean—what? How is that even possible? I’ve never heard of this before.”“You didn’t?” He swirls his tongue aro
[Sasha]Once I’m done pacing and stressing over the fact that the Lawrence family isn’t what I thought, I decide it really doesn’t matter. Adopted or not, Caden is still my golden ticket to being rich, especially after I’ve spent so many years of my life pining for him.I turn to face Samuel. “Whatever. I don’t care if Caden is a real Lawrence or not. I love him. And I will do anything for him. So what if he’s taking his time to realize that? He just got divorced. I understand if he needs more time. I’m happy to wait as long as he wants…”I haven’t even finished when Samuel starts laughing, and he laughs so hard and for so long that irritation bubbles up inside me, sharp and hot.“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasps, holding his stomach as if he can’t breathe. “Come on, Sasha, darling. Let’s not fake this, at least not in front of me. I understand if my parents or Caden buy it, but me? Come on! I’m better than that.”I roll my eyes. “I do love him, you know. Why else do you think I’m wasting my tim
[Vivienne]“We need to destroy that woman,” Theo grunts for the thousandth time as we sit at a fine restaurant, waiting for my brother to arrive.I shake my head. “We need to relax. Especially you. No offense, but you’ve been pretty wound up ever since that meeting.”His gaze sharpens as he looks at me. “And I have a damn good reason to be. Did you see the way she talked about you? I’ve never seen such a vile woman in my life. What does she even think of herself? That she can just waltz in and insult you? Well, I’m going to teach her a lesson, that’s for sure. Just wait until Harvey gets here. I’ve already briefed him on everything, and he assured me that we’re not going to let this go.”I rub my head, deciding it’s not worth trying to reason with him—or Harvey, if Theo really told him everything. My brother can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to be. And with family being the most important thing to him, he definitely isn’t going to let this slide.“Fine, fine. Do whatever please
[Caden]My flight is delayed again, and I end up sitting at the bar. A drink in my hand, a million thoughts in my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone taking the stool next to me, but I barely turn or acknowledge them. I just want to be left alone.After what Dr. Kaito said about my unborn child, I can’t stop wondering what to do next. Convincing Vivienne to give up the baby is out of the question. She already thinks the worst of me, and no matter what I say, she won’t listen.But isn’t that what I’ve always been afraid of?It’s not that I don’t want a child—who the hell wouldn’t? The problem is this damned treatment I’ve been going through. I never found the courage to tell Vivienne about my… issue. I knew she would have understood, but she always saw me as this perfect man. I couldn’t shatter that image. I never wanted to be anything but perfect—not for anyone but myself, and for her. If she knew how broken I really was, how my own family abandoned me because they con
[Sasha]I can’t believe I’m back here.After everything this family has done to ignore me, to ensure I never received a single penny from them, I’m still here, hoping for some help.Never in my life did I think I’d be in a position where I’d have to beg for my next meal. But here I am, and it’s the only option I have left. After selling the company and using half of the money to pay off the loan shark, and the other half to cover Dad’s hospital bills and pay the overdue salaries of employees we’d kept waiting for years, it wasn’t surprising that I was left with absolutely nothing.It doesn’t help that my idiot brother, Arthur, is nowhere to be found. Ever since he was released from the hospital and learned what I had to do to get rid of the jerk he borrowed from, he’s completely disappeared.Damn it. If I see him next time, I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.“How long is this going to take?” I ask, standing up from the couch as I spot one of the maids of the Lawrence residence pas
[Vivienne]“Where are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago,” I say over the phone, carefully walking down the stairs per the doctor’s instructions during my last visit.“On my way, I swear. Just got caught up in a call and couldn’t put it off,” Rosita says huffing, and not at all sounding as if she’s in a car.I reach the end of the stairs, frowning. “Have you even left? Please be honest with me.”“Of course,” she says as a matter of fact, but then right after a moment, she blurts out. “Actually, no.”Before I even respond to that, she rushes to explain. “Before you get mad, just hear me out. I swear I was leaving, I was almost ready to leave the house, get into my car, and reach you, but then…then someone came over and it seemed like urgent. And I could have told you all about that but…but…but…”“Hey, hey, hey,” I laugh. “Calm down, Ro. You’re making me sound like some tyrannical friend or something. It’s fine, really. The only reason I asked you to come over is because you sa
[Caden]Since our last meeting at the courthouse, I decided to keep my distance from Vivienne.A few weeks have passed now, and I think it’s enough time and space she might have needed to get used to the new reality of our lives—the kind of reality where she sees me around more often. The kind of reality where she allows me to be there for her and our child.“Excuse me, sir,” Betty Adams—my assistant—pulls me out of my thoughts.I look up to find her standing at the door. “The meeting starts in five.”The meeting. Of course. My last task of the day. After this, I’ll be free to visit Vivienne.Speaking of which—I get up from my chair, reaching for my suit jacket. “Did you find Vivienne’s new address?”I hear footsteps behind me. “About that…”When it feels like she’s going to leave it at that, I turn around, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“I mean, I tried, sir.”She must be out of her mind. “Well, clearly, you haven’t tried hard enough.”“But, sir—”“Leave it.”I walk past
[Vivienne]I can’t believe he’s here.But why?“Hey,” I manage, even though his unexpected appearance has completely thrown me off. “Long time no see.”“You don’t say,” he replies, placing the glass of water on the table in front of me when I make no move to take it. I might have zoned out for a second there. “So, how have you been? And may I just add—you’re a very hard person to find.”I smile faintly. That’s exactly what I’ve been aiming for since moving to my grandparents’ home in the hills. “Maybe that’s the point. I like my life quieter these days, away from all the chaos.”“I get it,” he says with a soft chuckle, his expression neither offended nor prying. “For a while, I thought it was me who chased you away, you know—with all those talks about faking an engagement and everything.”Oh. Right. I almost forgot about that. The proposal he made—the arrangement he thought would make his mother happy.Too bad I had far more pressing problems to deal with at the time.“Trust me, it wa
[Vivienne]“Are you sure you want to attend this event?” Harvey asks as I walk into my walk-in wardrobe, trying to pick an appropriate evening gown for the night.“Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you to accompany me if I wasn’t,” I shrug, leaning towards a stunning black dress but quickly getting distracted by a shimmery white gown with a sexy slit.“That, I understand. But considering your health…”“I’m fine, Harvey,” I roll my eyes. It’s been two months since that night when I rushed myself to the hospital after spotting blood on my sheets. “According to my doctor, I’m well past the risk phase, and I can start getting back to my daily routine.”“But still,” he says, sounding as if he still has doubts.Look, I know he cares. He’s my big brother, after all. I’ve known about his possessiveness for a very long time. But the reason I don’t want to spend my days sitting like a duck at home is that I’ve started to get terribly bored.Besides, tonight’s event is kind of special.
[Sasha]“What the hell is this place?” Dad fumes, glancing around the cramped, one-room apartment I brought him to straight from the hospital.“It’s…” I glance around myself, wrinkling my nose at the awful smell wafting in from the nearby window. “…something.”“Sasha,” Mom calls out, drawing my attention. Her voice holds a mix of confusion and concern. “What is this? Why aren’t we home?”“Mom, there’s something you should know,” I begin, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead and trickling down my back. I turn to Dad, bracing myself. “Remember the loan Arthur took from that loan shark?”“Of course, I do. How could I forget the biggest disappointment of my life?” he huffs, walking over to the old, sagging couch in the corner. He pauses before sitting down, noticing the thick layer of dust covering it, and chooses to stand instead. “What I don’t understand is—what are we doing here? Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? I need rest. I need to be home. And this place is far from i
[Caden]“Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence. You got what you wanted.” My advocate—Atlas Norman—extends his hand for a handshake. “Despite my better judgment, of course.”I return the handshake, albeit a little reluctantly. “You say that as if I ruined your fun.”“Well, you did. Especially since I enjoy a good challenge. But either way, my client’s satisfaction is what matters most. So, I’m glad I could be of service.”I have a strong urge to roll my eyes but manage to keep my composure. “Thanks for your efforts.”“All my pleasure. Now that the restraining order has been lifted, you need to be very careful with how you conduct yourself, Mr. Lawrence. As the judge mentioned, all eyes will be on you, and if you mistreat your ex-wife or the unborn child in any way, the order could be reinstated. From this point on, it’s about walking on eggshells. I hope you’ll remember that.”Of course, I do. That’s all I can think about—how not to screw this up.I might not have been the best husband a woma
[Vivienne]I answer the call—it’s Elijah.“Hey,” I say, watching Theo get up and resume pacing back and forth across the room.“Hey. How are you now?”“Much better. In fact, I’m just waiting for my discharge papers.”“That’s good to hear, Vivienne. I’ll come by to visit as soon as I can.”“Sure.” But something about his tone feels off. “Is everything okay? You sound… serious.”Elijah exhales, his tone growing heavier. “I won’t lie to you. I just got word from your ex-husband’s attorney.”The mention of Caden makes my throat go dry. Why is he suddenly everywhere today? Why can’t he just leave me alone?I shake my head, trying to dispel the rising anxiety. “What the hell is he up to now?”“Nothing good, if I’m being honest.”“Just tell me already.”“They’re preparing to file a motion to contest the restraining order.”“He’s doing what?” Did I just hear that right? Is Caden out of his mind? Why would he fight something he never cared about in the first place? What’s his goal here? A sudde
[Vivienne]“Ms. Sinclair?”I snap back into focus, realizing I’ve zoned out again.Damn it. Why am I thinking about him again? What is there to even think about? He broke my heart, shattered my life, and yet, here I am—wondering what else I could’ve said, what more I could’ve done, just to get some reaction out of him.I shake my head, trying to pull myself out of this vicious spiral. It’s the same toxic loop I always fell into when we were married—constantly questioning myself. What could I have done differently? What could I have said better? Anything that might’ve made him stay a little longer, look at me with more than passing interest, spend more than just a fleeting part of his day with me. Anything that might’ve made him care for me like a real husband, like someone who actually loved his wife.But no. I can’t let myself fall back into that labyrinth of false hope and endless what-ifs. Not again.Taking a steadying breath, I force a smile for the doctor, doing my best to seem c