TILDAJust as I reached for the hospital door, my phone rang. Sighing, I pulled it from my handbag and saw Miranda’s name flashing on the screen.“Miranda,” I mumbled to myself. “Why is she calling by this time?”I have left the office earlier to come attend to Mr. Gray. He wouldn’t eat or take his medications in my absence, and I was supposed to return home from here and go for my night job later. Miranda knew about this and should have waited until I returned home.“Hey, Tilda,” Miranda’s voice came with a tinge of anxiety.“Miranda,” I called.“Where are you?” she asked.“I just arrived at the hospital,” I replied. “Is everything okay? Why do you sound this way?” I inquired.“The kids, are they with you?” she mumbled.“No. You were going to pick them. I can't bring them with me to the hospital,” I replied.Silence.“It’s past their closing time, Miranda. Please go get them right away.” I requested.Miranda inhaled. “They aren’t in school, Tilda. They used to wait for me here, and n
TILDA“You know, Tilda, I’m really impressed with how you’re handling things at the office. Chloe won’t stop singing your praises,” he said with a chuckle. “Honestly, if I didn’t have the final say, the board might have voted me out in your favor.”“I’m just doing my best, sir,” I replied.He squeezed my hand gently. “Or maybe I should stay in the hospital. I’m afraid you may never be this close if I get well.”“Oops!” I gasped, glancing at my phone.“Is something wrong?” he asked.I stood up quickly. “I have to leave now, sir. It’s almost seven.”He rose too, locking eyes with me. “You can’t keep avoiding this, Tilda.”“Please, I really have to go. I lost track of time,” I pleaded.“That’s fine. Sam will take you home.” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly disappointed. “Come over before work in the morning,” he added.I nodded. “I’ll be fine, sir. I can find my way back.”Before he could respond, I hurried out.Outside, I rummaged through my bag and froze—I had grabbed the wrong
TILDA “What happened to you, Tilda?” Monsieur King’s voice cut through the silence as soon as I stepped into the sitting room.I froze. He was never here at this hour. Usually, he stayed in his room until I brought him out.“I will get the police involved immediately. Who did this to you?” he asked, his teeth clenched in anger.My head remained lowered. “It’s nothing, Monsieur King. I am fine,” I replied quickly. “I’ll go inside and change.”“Tilda,” he called sharply. “You were attacked. Don’t lie to me.”I didn’t respond. Instead, I hurried to my quarters, my heart pounding. I couldn’t let him see my face any longer—I knew the concern in his eyes would weaken my resolve.Once I changed into my work attire, I returned to the sitting room, forcing a smile. “I’ll take you outside now, Monsieur King. The evening air is quite pleasant. You’ll love it.”He said nothing as I helped him into his wheelchair. His silence was heavy, full of unspoken words.I knew he was worried about me, but
OSCAR GRAY“No, no, Oscar, you aren’t allowed to take this.” Wilson shoved my hand away playfully as I reached for the bottle of wine.I raised an eyebrow at him. “And why not?”Wilson Jack, owner of the top architectural firm in the city, had been one of my closest friends since childhood. Together with Gerald, we had grown up in privilege, bound by family ties and high social status.“You don’t ask me, bro,” Gerald said, raising his hands in surrender.As my doctor, Gerald Daniels had already warned me about drinking, but it wasn’t like I indulged every day. I just wanted one sip—to celebrate life, or at least what was left of it. Besides, I was feeling much better.I shot Wilson a look. “If I’m not allowed to drink, why’d you bring it here to my hospital room?”He smirked, pouring himself a glass. “I came to visit, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a drink.”Defeated, I grabbed my water bottle instead, downing it in one gulp. From my spot on the balcony, I gazed out at the hospit
KRISTIEIt took a while before I found an open space in the hospital’s parking lot.“Oh, I thought the whole town was parked here today,” I muttered, exhaling in relief.Starcare Medical Institute wasn’t the only hospital in the city, but it was the best. Everyone wanted a space in it. Even from Houston Heights, I made sure to have all my doctor’s appointments here, no matter the cost.The sun was at its peak, and this was the perfect time to arrive. Most of the staff would be on break, making access to the VIP ward easier—where Oscar was admitted.I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting my lipstick. A satisfied smile curved my lips."I took my time to look this good, and it’s worth every second."Today, Oscar wouldn't be able to resist me. I looked like a goddess.With a flick of my wrist, I picked up the food flask—a delicious home-cooked meal prepared by the maids—and stepped out of the car. I had timed my arrival perfectly. Lunch together would be just the rig
TILDAThe house was unusually quiet when I returned. Miranda was nowhere in sight. It was Friday afternoon—the kids should have been back from school already. A pang of unease hit me as I reached for my phone and dialed Miranda.She answered almost immediately. “Hello, Tilda, are you home already?”Her voice was calm, but where was she? And where were the kids?“Is that Mommy?” Diamond’s cheerful voice chimed in the background. “Give me the phone, I need to talk to her!”A mix of emotions surged through me—relief at hearing her excitement, yet confusion gnawed at me. Had Miranda picked them up late? That had to be it.“Diamond!” I called softly. “Are you on your way home now?”She giggled. “We already left, Mommy! Are you missing us already?”Left? My pulse quickened. “Where’s Miranda? Left to where? Are your brothers with you?”“Miranda is in front of the car, Mommy. The boys are here too,” she assured me.“Pass the phone to her, sweetheart.”I forced myself to stay calm. The kids we
KRISTIEI entered the room, but there was no sign of Oscar. Eagerly, I checked the bathroom—empty. Disappointed, I turned to ask Sam about his whereabouts when I heard voices coming from the balcony.A woman’s voice. I couldn’t be mistaken.Instantly, jealousy flared in my chest. No one but me had the right to be here with Oscar. I should be the one by his side—not some random woman.Yet, what claim did I truly have? Even Oscar hadn’t fully accepted me. How could I keep others away when I had no rightful place beside him?Then, silence—followed by a soft moan.My heart shattered. Rage propelled me forward as I stormed toward the balcony, ready to put an end to whatever was happening. But the moment I laid eyes on them, I froze. My voice failed me.She clung to him, her venomous tongue savoring the sweetness of his lips.It should be me. She had no right.My hands clenched into fists, and just before my heart exploded, I muttered, “Alicia Strafford.”Yes, it was her. The same Alicia wh
THIRD PARTY"Shantel is my friend. It’s her birthday party, and she invited me. You can’t just send us away," Diamond stated firmly, her small frame standing tall with defiance.Despite the older woman’s hostility, she refused to back down. She had been raised to stand her ground against bullies, and this was no exception. Her brothers had always taught her never to yield to intimidation.Megan crouched slightly, her lips curling into a taunting smirk. "Is that so, girl?" she sneered. "You should know which parties are meant for you. Your mother should have taught you where you belong.""You don’t talk about our mommy that way!" Dylan snapped, his young face burning with anger."We’re only here because of Diamond," Dixon added, crossing his arms. "It’s not like we wanted to come in the first place."The boys couldn’t stand her anymore. She could do anything but talk down on their mother. Right now, they don’t care about whatever fun the party offered and would rather turn back and ret
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