A night of heartbreak. A stranger in the dark. A secret that will change everything. When Tilda Grant discovers she was pregnant, her life became in danger. Tilda had already lost everything to her husband, James. James had secretly divorced her and was having a secret affair with her half-sister, Kristie. Tilda was devastated and the night she got drunk, she ended up on the bed of a stranger. She flee, and five years later, she returns, a determined single mother of quadruplets, ready to rebuild her life and uncover the pressing secret of the paternity of her kids. She never expected to cross paths with Oscar Gray, a cold yet dangerously captivating businessman—nor did she know he was connected to her past in ways she couldn't imagine. Oscar Gray must honor his grandfather, and make Tilda his wife. Just as Tilda begins to open her heart again, James resurfaces, claiming the children as his own. In a dramatic twist, Tilda discovers that Oscar Gray is the stranger from that night. Now, caught between two powerful men—one who deceived her, and one who unknowingly changed her life—Tilda must fight for her family, her love, and the truth. Will she trust Oscar, the man who was always meant to be hers? Or will James steal her future just as he stole her past?
View MoreOSCAR GRAYI didn’t know how fast I was breathing until I was in the car, slumped against the seat, the headache dulling but still there—lingering like a storm that refused to pass.“Drive,” I muttered to the driver.“To where, sir?”I didn’t hesitate. “Grandpa’s estate.”He nodded and pulled away from the apartment. I leaned back, shutting my eyes. The tension in my body didn’t ease until we passed through the grand iron gates of King Estate.Here, surrounded by towering trees and the familiar stone pathways, I could finally breathe. This place—this home—was where I had spent my childhood, the only place I had ever felt truly safe.Losing my parents in that damned sea wreck had left me with nothing. Nothing but him.Grandpa. The man who had raised me, guided me, shaped me. And now… the man I saw sitting in a wheelchair. I stopped dead in my tracks, my pulse quickening.“What happened?” I demanded, striding toward him. “Why are you in a wheelchair?”He barely looked up from the book i
ALICIA’S POVI froze. She was naked, her fingers grazing the delicate lace of my lingerie. “Kristie,” I called, consumed in rage.She startled, her grip on the fabric tightening as she spun around. For a brief second, I saw it—fear. But it vanished the moment she recognized me. In its place was utter disdain.“You,” she spat, her lip curling in contempt.I took a step forward, arms crossed over my chest. “What are you doing with my underwear?” I gnashed my teeth. “How did you get in here?”Kristie didn’t move. The tension crackled between us like an exposed wire, dangerous and unpredictable.Then she let out a slow, mocking laugh. “I don’t need permission to be here.”I scoffed. “You certainly do.”Her smile widened, barely reaching her eyes. “Oh, Alicia, don’t act so high and mighty. You’re not the queen of this house, no matter how desperately you pretend to be.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “And you are?” I took a deliberate step closer. “Breaking into a man’s house to flaunt y
ALICIAThe moment I stepped into Monsieur King’s estate, I knew something was off.I had envisioned a warm reception—maybe not overly affectionate, but at least cordial. Yet, the chilling air inside wasn’t just from the temperature. It was from the man seated before me, his gaze indifferent, his posture unreadable.I swallowed, but my smile didn’t waver.With a practiced elegance, I stepped forward and presented the gifts I had carefully selected.“Grandpa, I brought you some things I know you’ll love—rare teas, excellent for the bones, exotic fruits that are hard to come by, and this ointment for muscle relief.”He didn’t move. Didn’t even spare the items a glance.Instead, his fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair, slow and deliberate.The silence pressed against me, but I refused to let it crush my resolve.Still smiling, I turned to the servants, handing the items to them instead. “Take these to the kitchen and make sure Monsieur gets his tea properly brewed. The ointmen
OSCAR GRAYThe office was quieter now. It was the close of work and most employees prepared to leave for the day. The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the glass windows, casting golden streaks across the tiled floor.I loosened my tie slightly, exhaling. Tilda.I found myself walking toward her desk before I had even made the conscious decision.She was focused on some documents, her brows slightly furrowed, lips pursed in concentration. A strand of hair had fallen over her face, and she tucked it behind her ear absentmindedly.My lips twitched. I leaned over her desk, placing my hand beside hers. "Still working this late?" My voice was softer than I intended.Tilda glanced up, her eyes meeting mine, and in that moment, the weight of the day seemed to dissipate. Her expression, usually composed, flickered with something lighter—something close to warmth."Just reviewing some details on Frost Peak Ltd.," she murmured, her voice carrying the same calm poise that had begun t
TILDAThe intercom buzzed just as I was finalizing a report. I sighed, rubbing my temples. It had been a long morning filled with back-to-back tasks, and I wasn’t in the mood for any more surprises.“Tilda, come to my office.” Mr. Gray’s voice came through the speaker, firm and commanding as always.I quickly saved my work and stood, smoothing my blouse before making my way to his office. As I entered, I immediately noticed that I wasn’t alone—Mr. Josh and Mr. Martin, two of the company’s senior directors, were seated across from him. Their expressions were unreadable, but the atmosphere in the room carried a certain weight.“Hand the Frost Peak file to Tilda,” Mr. Gray instructed, his voice leaving no room for discussion. “She will be in charge of the contract going forward.”A pause filled the room. Josh shifted in his seat, clearly hesitant.“Sir,” he started, his tone careful, “Are you sure—”Mr. Gray leaned forward slightly, cutting him off before he could finish. “Miss Tilda wil
JAMESI found Kristie slumped over a cup of coffee at the dining table, her fingers absently tracing the rim of the porcelain mug. She was still in last night’s clothes—wrinkled, stained, and reeking faintly of perfume and alcohol. Bruises marred her arms, and her lower lip looked slightly swollen.I stopped in my tracks, studying her. “What the hell happened to you?”She barely looked up. “Nothing.”I scoffed. “That doesn’t look like nothing, Kristie.”She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. “I fell.”I folded my arms. “Where?”She hesitated. “I… didn’t see a drainage and tripped into it.”I narrowed my eyes. “A drainage?”Kristie scowled. “Yes, James. A damn drainage. What’s with the interrogation?”Because she was lying. That much was obvious. But the way she clenched her jaw, daring me to press further, made me sigh in frustration.“You know what? Fine.” I sat down across from her. “Forget it.”Relieved, she turned away.Troubled, I began to tap my fingers on the table. My act infur
STEVEN“Shut up, Kristie,” Boss snapped, pulling away from her grip. His voice was sharp, cutting through her arrogance like a whip. “Haven’t you done enough damage already?”Kristie’s smirk faltered, just for a moment, but it was enough to show the first crack in her confident façade.“Damage?” she repeated, her voice defensive. “You’re not some pawn in their game, Oscar. I won’t sit back and watch them force some lowlife on you.”Ava stiffened beside him. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam as she stepped forward, her voice as cold as ice. “And who exactly are you calling a lowlife?”Kristie turned toward her with feigned innocence, placing a delicate hand on her chest, as though genuinely shocked.“Oh, darling, don’t take it personally,” she purred, her voice thick with mock concern. “But let’s be real—you don’t belong in his world. I do.”A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, barely contained. Looking between the two women, it was painfully clear who truly belon
OSCAR GRAYMy arrival was met with silence. I took in the scene before me, unimpressed.Kristie, draped against the seat in a lazy sprawl, half-drunk and playing the victim. Wilson, lounging with that ever-present smirk, watching it all unfold like a spectator at a private show. Gerald, composed as always, studying the situation with an air of detached amusement.And standing awkwardly to the side, the waiter, gripping the leather billfold like it was a ticking bomb.My eyes flicked to the wine bottle on the table—Le Rêve Rouge. Already emptied.A rare bottle, with only a handful produced each year. The kind of wine that collectors hoarded, that connoisseurs cherished. The kind that cost a fortune.The waiter shifted uncomfortably, reluctant to speak but unwilling to leave without confirmation. He had served the wine because the order had come from my table. But now, he needed to know—who was paying?Kristie, of course, offered no indication that she intended to settle the bill. She m
STEVENIt was another evening at the club with Boss and his friends. Seated in the private lounge, Dr. Gerald Daniels leaned back, swirling his drink idly, while Wilson Jack tapped a cigarette against his lighter without ever lighting it.I stood behind Boss, silent as always, watching.He sat relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the booth, fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the leather. But I knew better. He was deep in thought.“You’ve got a live grenade in your house, Oscar.” Wilson exhaled sharply, finally tucking his cigarette away. “And you’re pretending the pin’s still in.”Boss smirked, lifting his drink. “It’s handled.”Gerald chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You keep saying that, but we all know Alicia doesn’t take orders.” He shot me a look, expecting agreement. I gave none, keeping my eyes ahead, unreadable.Wilson shook his head. “Damn shame, really. You survived the hospital, only to let a different kind of poison into your home.”The conversation sh
TILDAThe noise from downstairs signaled James’s arrival, and hurriedly, I ran down the staircase to welcome him with the great news. At last, we could have our own child, something we had both always wanted.Stepping into the living room, I froze instantly.There, sprawled across the couch, was my husband, James—naked and tangled in the arms of my half-sister, Kristie.A sharp pain tore through my chest at the gut-wrenching sight, and my vision became blurred. Slowly, hot tears spilled down my cheeks, each one burning with betrayal.But they didn’t stop; they acted like I was invisible, giggling and moaning as they carried on with their disgraceful act.It can't be James and Kristie, they were the two people closest to me. I trusted them with everything.Suddenly the air turned suffocating, and all I wanted was to get away. Surely, my imagination was playing with my head. James cannot betray me; the love we share was too strong.Moments later, I was all alone, wandering in the street...
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