TILDAThe secluded villa looked as same as always. Quiet, as if there was no life in it. Back then, I wondered who the servants were serving when the Boss was rarely around. But they do well to keep the whole place tidy. The flowers were expertly trimmed, and the windows sparkled.I pressed at the doorbell, and held my breath as I awaited a response.“Hello, Miss Tilda,” Edna’s little eyes sparkled as soon as she recognized me. “It is so nice seeing you again, ma’am. You left without saying goodbye and we were all worried for your safety.”“Edna,” I called, “You look just as amazing as always,” I commended.She blushed. “Please come in, ma’am,” she ushered me in excitedly. “We never saw you all this years. Where have you been?”I took a sit and she quickly got me a glass of cold water.“I have been good, Edna. I had an urgent need and that was why I left the way I did.” I replied.“Are you back now?” her eyes scanned around. “If I was pre-informed, we would have made adequate preparat
STEVENBoss was pacing as the conversation between Miss Tilda and I went on.“She’s left the villa,” I whispered to Boss with my hands covering the receiver.“Where is she, you must find out where she is and if she is okay,” Boss urged desperately.I nodded and said to her. “Send me your location right away, Miss Tilda, I will come and get you. Or if you want to meet up, I will tell you where to meet me.”I impatiently awaited her response. She used to be so trusting and would not hide a thing from me. But after the event that prompted her leaving, it was as if she turned into a different person. I doubted she would want to meet with me anytime soon.“That will be some other time,” she replied, confirming my fear.I shook my head. “Oh.”She went on. “I will go straight to the point, Steven. You know the answers I desire.”“Answers?” I murmured and glanced at Boss.Boss moved closer. “What does she wants to know? You have to reply her, Steven,” he ordered in a low tone.“Your Boss had
TILDAMiranda was surprised and moved closer to me. I could literally see the questions in her eyes as they raked through mine.In a swift second, the atmosphere became tensed as the storm brewed in Miranda’s gaze.“Why would you want that, Tilda?” Miranda cried.She took my hands and led me in. “You only started working at O. Gray and the pay is amazing. You don’t have to worry about the kids. I am here and will look over them properly. I will stay weekends if you want me to, and that will be at no extra cost.” She offered.I nodded. “You might need to stay the weekends from now on.”I don’t want to appear selfish, but this was important to me. I won't have made this decision if there was another way around it.“What better job will you find, Tilda? O. Gray is the best and it is more like a miracle job. You can't just throw it away,” she preached to me.“It’s the ring, Miranda,” I revealed.She looked perplexed. “Ring! What ring?” she mumbled.“My wedding ring,” I replied.“But you s
TILDA“Good morning, Miranda,” I greeted as she walked in.She had just returned from dropping the kids off at school. I was at the table finishing my breakfast, preparing to leave for work.“Oh, Tilda, you got in late last night. I didn’t want to disturb you this morning,” Miranda said, setting her purse down.“It was my first day. I had to familiarize myself with everything,” I replied.“How’s the new job?” she inquired.I smiled, but it barely reached my eyes. “It’s almost like easy money, Miranda.”But then my expression darkened.Miranda immediately picked up on it and moved closer. “What is it, Tilda? You should be happy.”“It’s not about my job,” I murmured, gripping my mug tighter.“Then what is it?” she pressed.I hesitated before sighing. “James… he might not be the father of my kids.”She stiffened. “What? That’s not possible, Tilda. You aren’t like that,” she exclaimed.I shook my head. “It’s not what you think. I went looking for Steven. My dreams—they were real, Miranda.
TILDAAfter I was done telling Miranda the event at the office, she followed closely behind me. “What was your response, Tilda?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.I entered the kitchen and stood by the window, staring outside, lost in thought. His words from earlier echoed in my mind. “Just two weeks, Tilda. If I can make you fall for me, then you must marry me.”I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Coming back to Houston was never supposed to lead to this—especially not with Oscar Gray.And yet, I couldn’t shake the lingering dread—the unsettling thought of the stranger from that night. Nothing about it made sense, but the feeling clung to me.Miranda stepped closer, her gaze soft with understanding. In that moment, she reminded me of a mother—a gab Megan was never able to fill in. Megan didn’t always conceal her disgust for me, but I was so desperate for a full perfect family that I chose to overlook everything. I never thought they would go as far as they did.“Ta
KRISTIE“I’m leaving, Kristie,” James whispered in my ear. “Megan should bring you back.”I grabbed his hand to stop him. “Not now, James. The party’s just getting started.”He sighed, brushing his hair back. “I can’t deal with the snide remarks, Kristie. What’s the point of these events anyway?”I stiffened. Not this again. “It’s not every day one gets invited to an event in Crystal Realm hotels, James.”He scoffed, adding sarcastically. “And the mayor’s hosting. Yeah, I know.”“Come on, James, you need to build more alliances,” I urged.The mayor’s son had just graduated from medical school, drawing in the city’s most influential people. We are only opportune to be in such an aristocratic event with such high calibers of people because of mom’s recently growing bond with Lady Sheila, from the prestigious Belmont family.But James was unmoved. “I have better things to do.”And with that, he walked out, leaving me standing alone in the grand hall. I grumbled. If only the merger with O
OSCAR GRAY“You should tell her about your health, Boss,” Steven urged, his voice low but firm.Weakly, I shook my head. “No, Steven. Not yet.”“Delaying might only make things worse. There’s been no improvement. Tilda deserves to know,” he insisted.My chest tightened as the past rushed back to me. “Alicia left, Steven,” I said, my voice quieter.Steven stepped closer. “But Tilda is nothing like Alicia Strafford. You should be open with her from the start.”I exhaled slowly, then looked away. He was right, but I doubt I could handle another rejection, especially from Tilda.“You must leave now, Steven. Tilda will be here soon, and I don’t want her to meet you yet.”He nodded. “I understand, Boss. Sam is here, and I’ll send a guard and two servants over.”“Just Sam is enough. I’m not staying here forever,” I declined.Steven sighed. “Okay, Boss.” He bowed slightly before walking out.Dr. Gerald had said I’d be here until the weekend, but once I felt strong enough, I would insist on le
KRISTIEAll I had to do was tip the nurse at the front desk, and I was immediately informed about Oscar Gray’s hospital room.However, upon arrival, I found Sam stationed at the door, blocking my entry.“Sorry, ma’am, you can’t go in,” he said.“And why is that so?” I retorted, crossing my arms. “Oscar is admitted here, and he specifically requested my visit.”Sam’s gaze flickered with doubt. “Boss is with the doctor right now. You’ll have to return later.”I narrowed my eyes. I knew he was lying. If I left now, there was no guarantee I’d ever be allowed back in. This was my only chance.“You can’t stop me,” I said coolly. “Unless you want to get into trouble with him.”I made for the door, but he quickly stepped in my path. Frustrated, I raised my voice. “Let me in this minute! I know Oscar is in there.”Before he could react, I seized the doorknob, pushed it open, and strode inside.As expected, the doctor was standing beside the bed, just as Sam had claimed. For a fleeting moment, I
OSCAR GRAYI returned home elated. Tilda was finally getting the happiness she deserved and soon she will be able to recover everything that was wrongly stolen from her.However, the main reason for my happiness was the fact that she had agreed to be my girlfriend. It may not be marriage as I wanted but it was a step in the right direction. Soon, she will come to realize just how much she loves me and marry me.“Hey, darling,” Alicia greeted me by the door.Draped a thin see-through nighties, and swaying her hips seductively a sultry smile playing on her lips.“You are back quite early today. Guess what? I made your favorite French crepes pancake.”“I am not hungry,” I replied.“Really,” she frowned. “I spent the whole day in the kitchen making those, Oscar.”“You don’t have to do anything for me, Alicia.” I reminded her.I continued to the room while she followed behind me expressing her displeasure.“I wanted it to be just like old times, honey. I already set up the roof top. We wil
JAMESAs Megan explained, my mind dwelled on my encounter with Miranda at the mall. I still couldn’t help but wonder if by chance she had any information on Tilda.Occasionally, I nodded at Megan as she tried to get my attention but my mind remained far off. Was Tilda still alive? If she was, I must find her at all cost.Megan she handed a document to me. “Here is the document, James, sign it right away.”Confused, I only stared at the document. “Docu... ment,” I stuttered. “What is it for?”Megan got pissed. “What have you been thinking, James. I said it is for the loan. We need this loan to hire a more qualified lawyer for our case.”Kristie hissed. “He is never bothered about our predicament. He can always return to the slum where he belongs.”I remained quiet. The disturbing rumor about Kristie’s shamefully flirting with Oscar Gray was all over the place but I had initially chose to ignore until Shantel’s birthday.However, that was the least of my concern. I shouldn’t expect any
JAMESThe same old Miranda—always looking so youthful and happy. Seeing her standing before me brought back a flood of memories. It felt as if it was only yesterday that she was sitting with Tilda in our house, chatting about everything and nothing.“I bet. And what about Tilda? Have you heard from her?” I asked, keeping my tone casual, though my heart pounded with anticipation.“No, not really. She’s been... out of touch,” she replied, her voice even, but I wasn’t convinced. Miranda had never been good at lying. There was hesitation in her eyes, a slight flicker of something unsaid.I studied her closely, searching for any crack in her façade. But Miranda simply smiled, keeping up the polite act. Perhaps she truly didn’t know where Tilda was, or perhaps she was protecting her. Either way, I wasn’t going to push. Not yet.I nodded, acting as if I accepted her response. “I see. Well, if you do hear from her, tell her I’d love to catch up.”Miranda hesitated for only a fraction of a sec
TILDABy the time we arrived at the restaurant later that evening, the tension that had settled between us during the day had softened into something warm, something comfortable. The ambiance was inviting—dim lighting, a soft hum of conversation, and a live band playing slow jazz.As we sat across from each other in a quiet corner, I found myself smiling more than I should. He had this way of pulling me into his world, making everything else fade away.He told me a story from his childhood, about how he got lost at a festival and spent the evening with a kind old couple who mistook him for their grandson.“I didn’t even realize I was missing until my grandfather found me,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was too busy enjoying their stories and the candied apples they kept feeding me.”I laughed softly, resting my chin on my hand. “You must have been adorable as a child.”He smirked, tilting his head. “I still am.”I rolled my eyes, but my heart did something strange—something warm and
KRISTIEDylan looked up. “Mr. Gray is here now,” he said to his siblings. “We should go home.”Without a second glance at me, the kids left.I smirked. I wasn’t going to let this moment slip away. I strode forward and caught Oscar’s arm just as he was about to enter the vehicle.“Oscar,” I purred, my voice sweet yet urgent.His eyes darkened as he turned to face me.“I know about the kids now,” I whispered, tightening my grip on his sleeve. “What do you think the world will say when they learn of your secret affair?” I smirked. “You have to give in to me, Oscar.”His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.Instead, he exhaled sharply, his forehead creasing in irritation. Without a word, he stepped into the car, shutting the door in my face.The driver pulled away, leaving me standing alone.The next moment, Lady Sheila stepped out. “We are done here, Kristie,” she called to me.I went over to her. “Lady Sheila, how did it go?”I was enthusiastic as I gripped her wrist anxiously anticipatin
OSCAR GRAYLady Sheila’s eyes flicked between Grandfather and me, her smile poised, practiced. I could already predict the words forming on her lips. She had come with Kristie—no further proof was needed.Confidently, she settled into her seat, her voice as smooth as ever. “Monsieur King, wouldn’t it be wonderful to have Kristie as part of the family?”She glanced toward him, gauging his reaction and when there was none, she went on. “She’s always been devoted to Oscar, and I believe she—”“No,” Grandfather cut in, his voice even but firm.Lady Sheila’s expression barely faltered, but I caught the flicker of irritation in her eyes.“Now, now,” she chuckled lightly, waving a delicate hand. “There’s no need to be so dismissive, dear. Surely, you can acknowledge that Kristie has more potential of being loyal.”“She’s been persistent,” I corrected, my voice devoid of warmth.Grandfather folded his arms, his gaze steady. “Sheila, we appreciate your years of dedication to the family. But th
OSCAR GRAY“What do they want here,” I whispered to grandpa. “You should have informed me of their visit.”“Ah, Lady Sheila,” Grandpa said, his tone polite but distant. He pulled me closer. “I am just as surprised, boy.”Grandpa’s pleasant mood vanished instantly. It was all due to Kristie’s presence. As for Sheila, she was always welcomed to the house.Lady Sheila smiled gracefully. “Monsieur King, it’s been too long.”She cast a brief glance at Kristie, who stepped forward, clearly eager to make an impression. However, before she could speak, the kids burst back into the room, freshly cleaned and full of energy.The shift in atmosphere was immediate. Lady Sheila’s expression faltered. Kristie’s eyes widened in shock. They had not expected to see the quadruplets here.A brief silence fell over the room.Denzel was the first to break it, tilting his head curiously at the two women. “Who... why are they, Mr. Gray?”He shot a glance at me. They must feel that I had invited the ladies ov
KRISTIEA mistake?Tense, I drew in a deep breath, heat blooming beneath my skin.Lady Sheila was my last hope, she was the only one that could get Monsieur King to drop his resentment against my family. Monsieur King would never ignore her.“Yes Kristie. Your marriage,” Sheila continued. “You marriage to James might be a sham, but it will stand on your way of getting Oscar. Such an arrangement doesn’t speak well of you.”I swallowed hard. Sheila doesn’t know the whole truth. I and my mother appeared like the victims to her. She mustn’t know that we’ve orchestrated this from the start and James was the pawn all along..“I had to do it, aunt. Our family was going to lose everything to James and that was the least I could do.”“I understand dear,” Sheila patted me.“The court case,” I admitted. “James couldn’t afford a competent lawyer. We could lose everything.”Sheila’s gaze turned calculating.“Leave that to me,” she said coolly. “Right now, we need to focus on Oscar. If Alicia stays
TILDA“Not possible?” Miranda’s brows drew together. “Why?”I paused. For weeks, I’d buried the truth. Locked it away. Pretended it never happened. But I was exhausted from carrying the weight alone.So I told her—about the night I was robbed. The moment everything vanished. My savings. My future. Diamond’s future. Gone in a blink.The ring... unrecoverable.Miranda’s face went pale. “Tilda…” she breathed.“I didn’t even tell the police,” I admitted. “I was scared. And ashamed. That money was everything.”She reached for my hand. Her grip was steady, grounding. “You haven’t failed,” she said. “You still have your job. Your kids. And me.”Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. I blinked rapidly, but they came anyway.“You’ll work hard,” she continued. “You’ll rebuild. You’ll secure a better future for your children. And you will rise again.”I exhaled, shaky but real. For the first time since last night, a flicker of hope sparked in my chest.I nodded slowly, wiping my eyes with the bac