[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
[Caden]I cannot help but roll my eyes when Alexander slipped on the seat next to me.If only I had the energy to get up and leave—I would have loved to ignore whatever he was here for.But I couldn’t even do that. After learning that my already fallen world was about to implode too, I felt drained and useless and meaningless.Nothing mattered. Not even the care that he’s the last person I should be dealing with right now.I focus on my half-finished drink.“You are very hard to find, Caden,” he says, and that too ever so smoothly.I hate it. I hate it so much I want to punch him in the face. But that would require interest, and I don’t have it either.“What do you want now?” I take a long sip, wanting to dull the effects of the words that are sure to come out of his mouth.He orders himself a whiskey and then dribbles on the wooden counter, probably testing my patience here. “Mother wants to meet you.”“Not happening,” I say and finish my drink in one go. The mention of that woman fi
[Vivienne]I wake up in the middle of night, feeling thirsty.I turn on the lamp and grab the bottle, hoping to pour myself some water.Only to find the bottle is empty.Of course, it is. I have been so thirsty recently, gulping down water as if not an entire waterfall could satisfy me.I sigh and get out of bed, heading out of my bedroom.I could have called one of the staff to bring me another bottle of water, but one look at the clock made me reluctant. It’s half past two. Not the time to disturb someone, especially when I can do that myself.I take the stairs and enter the kitchen. And as I do, my stomach grumbles as if I haven’t eaten anything for ages.God, this pregnancy. It’s turning me into an animal. I have no control over my diet, and I definitely have no control ov
[Vivienne]We rush to the hospital, and I can’t help but panic at the thought of the worst happening.I can’t lose my baby. I just can’t.This has to be some kind of misunderstanding.Maybe what I saw isn’t as scary as it seemed. Maybe I’m overreacting.Yes, I have to cling to that thought—to that hope. There’s no way I’m going to let anything happen to my child.When we reach the hospital, the nurse confirms that I’m still bleeding.My heart clenches at the news, and I pray to whoever is listening, Please, please, please help me just this once.The doctor arrives and asks me some routine questions. He orders an urgent ultrasound, and we all exhale in relief when he finally says the child is fine.I nearly cry from the overwhelming rush of relief. “Thank you, doctor. You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that.”The kind doctor offers a reassuring smile as he explains the next steps. “Ms. Sinclair, I understand how frightening this must be for you, but I want you to know that we’
Tears burn my eyes as I hear Mr. Parker’s words.But he’s not wrong. I don’t have to be alone in this. I don’t have to keep my troubles to myself, especially now that I have people who genuinely care.Of course, my family was always there, and I was the one who distanced myself from them in the first place. But still, I can’t make the same mistake again.I remember that one time when I fractured my ankle after twisting my foot on the stairs. I was all alone in the hospital, and at home too. No one came to see me. Caden was off on his business trips, and his family never cared enough to even ask if I was alive or dead. I spent the entire week by myself, surrounded only by maids. When Caden finally returned home and learned about my fall, all he did was ask how I was doing and make some extra arrangements to oversee my health. Nothing more. We didn’t even sleep in the same room.I mean, I knew he was quiet and mostly kept to himself from the start, but he wasn’t exactly dumb, was he? Co
I decide to pick up my things from Harvey’s place and head back to our grandparents’ house.It’s the only place where I can think clearly and have some peace to myself.God knows I need a moment to just breathe.So much has happened in a single day—my body and brain both need a well-earned break.When I arrive at his place, Mimi still hasn’t returned from school.Good. Because if she had tried to stop me one more time with those big, adorable eyes, I probably would have changed my mind. That girl has some serious charm. No wonder Harvey can’t resist any of her demands—same goes for my parents.Dad once told me that when he took her to his office—back before he retired—she demanded to play loud pony-themed music and made everyone dance, as if the entire company had thrown a party just for her.Easy to say, the employees couldn’t have asked for a better break—or a better boss.Anyway, I grab my stuff and get back into the car, making sure to leave a text for Harvey so he knows my unexpec
[Vivienne]Once I’m far enough that Avery’s screaming fades into the background, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.God knows what’s up with these Lawrences lately. Have they all sworn to make my life hell? To never let me have a moment of peace?I shake my head and push some loose dark curls out of my face.When I return to the table, I find Theo sitting alone.And my anger flares all over again.How could he do this to me? Out of all the women he could have dated, he chose her—the sister of my ex-husband? Did he have no respect for me? Did I not tell him what that family did to me?How could he ignore all of that and fall for a girl who is neither right for him nor anything like him?She’s just like her mother. Like Sasha. Evil. Pure evil.I still remember the day she threw that scorching coffee in my face at the café…Anyway, I take a deep breath and make my way to the table.Theo sees me approaching, and before I can say a word, he stands up, hands braced against the tab
I stare at her, unsure whether to laugh in her face or take her seriously.“End me?” I tip my head to the side, pushing her off me at the same time. “Do you hear yourself? You sound unhinged.”“You think I’m joking?”“Nah, more like you’re trying to be something you’re not.”“You think I can’t hurt you?”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. You? Hurt me? Avery, you’re a spoiled little brat from a family of professional liars and melodramatic wannabe royals. The only thing you’ve ever ‘ended’ is a shopping spree when Daddy cut you off. So, forgive me if I find it absolutely hilarious that you think you’re some kind of threat.”Avery’s mouth drops open.She probably didn’t expect me to say something like that.I’m not surprised. I was never this sassy in front of Caden’s family. I was good, loyal, and completely dedicated. But instead of appreciating any of it, they always assumed the worst of me.And—shockingly—they still do.Anyway, now that she has nothing to say, I turn to finally get the h
[Vivienne]Avery looks just as surprised to see me.Her eyes widen, and she jolts to her feet, her face slowly turning pale.Theo probably notices her odd reaction, but before he can say anything, Avery quickly grabs my arm and giggles over her shoulder.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to arrive. I desperately need a lady’s help. Be right back!”And with that bizarre excuse, she drags me to the bathroom, shuts the door, and spins to face me—a crown of sweat already glistening on her forehead.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps, glaring at me with those little brown eyes of hers.I raise a brow. “I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”“Oh, shut up!”“If that’s what you want.” I turn to leave. If she wants me to shut up, then I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.But of course, she doesn’t let me.She grabs my arm and yanks me back around—hard this time.I hiss and wrench myself free. “Are you crazy? You’re hurting me.”Instead of looking guilt
[Vivienne]When I reach the office building—invited by none other than Theo—I take the elevator to his office.His assistant meets me halfway and leads me inside.Surprisingly, the room is empty.“Sir is stuck in a meeting, but he assured me he’ll be joining you soon. Can I get you anything in the meantime? Juice, coffee, or something to eat?” the assistant asks courteously, a gentle smile on her pretty face.“Just water. Thanks.”She nods and steps out, leaving me alone.I take a deep breath and sink onto the sofa across the room—the only spot where my aching back might find some relief.Just then, I feel a small kick against the side of my swollen belly—a gentle reminder that my little one has started to move.I smile.It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words.The baby kicks started a few days ago, and God knows I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to invite Rosita over or visit Mom—just to share this beautiful news with her.But then Caden showe
[Rosita]I don’t like surprises.Not when they keep me this on edge.Ever since we left my office, Harvey has been as silent as ever. He insisted on driving himself, and when I asked where he was taking me, he told me to have some patience.Well, it seems I don’t have the energy for patience either.“Are you sure you’re not about to push me off a cliff or something?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the scenery passing by outside the window.I hear him scoff out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. “You have a bizarre sense of humor, you know that?”“You say that like it’s news to you,” I steal a glance at him—his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead. He’s always so composed, so frustratingly unreadable.I huff and lean back in my seat. “Are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, or are you actually going to tell me where the hell we’re going?”“Relax, Rosita. We’re almost there.”I don’t like that answer. I
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam
[Vivienne]For the next five minutes, neither of us says anything.Caden keeps his gaze locked on me while I continue to pretend that nothing he said has affected me in any way.But I’d be lying if I said his version of that night doesn’t make sense.It does. I just don’t know if it changes anything.Even if I admit that Sasha might have played me—made a fool out of me—that doesn’t explain his indifference toward me during our entire marriage. It doesn’t explain why he chose to stay away not just for days but for weeks, sometimes even months. Or why he spent the majority of his time with his family and assistant but not a single meaningful moment with his own damn wife.And it certainly doesn’t explain all the media buzz about him and Sasha—rumors of them being secretly engaged, enjoying vacations on exotic islands, and so on.“You should leave,” I tell him after a while, unsure if there’s anything left between us to discuss.No matter how innocent he claims to be, it doesn’t change t
[Vivienne]His jaw tics, but his voice stays maddeningly even. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”“I know enough.”“No.” He shakes his head slowly. “You think you do. But you never asked why she was there. You never stopped long enough to listen.”“Oh my God.” I throw my hands up. “Do you even hear yourself? What possible explanation could you have that makes this not cheating?”His stare doesn’t waver. If anything, it hardens.“You don’t want the truth, Vivienne. You just want to be right.”A bitter laugh rips from my throat. “I was right.”“No. You weren’t.”And there’s something in the way he says it—like he’s certain of it—that makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t like.“You know what? I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I don’t even know why I brought it up.”I turn to walk away—to get away, maybe even to run—because this is all the crap I can take in a day.But then he says something that stops me dead in my tracks.“See? That’s how it always is with you. You