Taylah Russell, a real daughter of the Edwards family yet mistreated by her own blood and flesh, had an one-night stand with Arjan Davier, he happened to her stepsister’s fiancé. Humiliated by the scandal, her own fiancé ended their engagement. Determined to escape from the hell, she left her house, sheltered under her so called enemy's house. Taylah then discovered she was pregnant with her brother-in-law’s child. On her wedding night, she lost the baby. Arjan, realizing she was pregnant, took action, but the situation worsened when his ex-fiancée, Dia, got involved. Heart broken, betrayed by everyone around her, Taylah decided to revenge for her child who lost the chance to see the world. She was returned back stronger, setting the goal of making the people pay for what they did to her and her child. The story of mother who lost her child, seeking revenge for the deceased soul. Will she find the true love of her life in this thorn path she choose or the haunting of her past leave her in Despair?
View More"Arjan..." Taylah's voice was barely above a whisper, her vision still blurry in the dim light. His face was shadowed, but before she could fully process what was happening, his lips crashed onto hers. Her pupils dilated in shock. She struggled against him, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. With ease, he pinned her wrists above her head, trapping her beneath him. His kiss was wild, rough, and forceful. The overpowering scent of alcohol on his breath made her stomach churn with nausea. "Arjan... you... you're drunk," she managed to say between his relentless kisses, her voice trembling. "Don't... don't do something you'll regret later..." She twisted beneath him, trying to break free, but his grip only tightened. He pulled away slightly, his dark eyes filled with something unreadable. Then, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "But you like it when I touch you, don’t you?" His voice was low, taunting. Taylah felt her entire body freeze. Fear and disgust twisted
The sound of his breathing made her shudder. Even though he ate in silence, his mere presence felt suffocating. His existence alone was enough to threaten her to the core.“Looks like my brother is obsessed with you,” Arjan suddenly spoke, breaking the heavy silence. His deep voice sent an unsettling chill through her, making her shiver.“In these two months, Ethan has only been asking about you. Did you bewitch him too? Or do you have a secret relationship with him?” Arjan tilted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto her.Was he seriously accusing her of having an affair? Did he even care?He was openly indulging in his relationship with Dia, despite her being his brother’s wife. How disgusting. Their entire relationship was twisted. And yet, he dared to question her?Taylah remained silent. What was the point of explaining? It was useless—he wouldn’t believe her anyway. She was exhausted from trying to justify herself to someone who didn’t even care whether she was okay or not.H
It had been two months since Taylah returned from her grandparents' home. Nothing had changed for her—she was still tormented by Arjan, enduring it silently. The morning was bright once again. A gust of wind rushed through the window, making the curtains sway in rhythm. Taylah was sleeping soundly in her room when the butler knocked on the door to wake her up. Slowly, she opened her eyes, rubbing them to adjust to the light. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room, while the soft chirping of birds filled the air like music to her ears. She stretched and pulled the blanket off herself. Over the past two months, Arjan had always left the mansion before she woke up and returned only after she had fallen asleep. Sometimes, he didn’t come back at all, choosing to stay outside instead. She knew exactly why he was staying out—it was for Dia. They didn’t even care about appearances anymore. When Taylah had told Arjan about her pregnancy, he had tortured her, furious
Taylah tightened her grip on the lockets in her hands, feeling nothing but foolish for ever considering the possibility of making amends with Arjan. But it wasn’t even a real reconciliation—Arjan had never even bothered to seek out the truth. “I’ve followed every single one of your damn orders. The least you could do is let me see my grandparents—they’re the only family I have,” she cried, her voice breaking as the frustration she had been holding in finally spilled out in the form of tears. It infuriated her to be treated so unfairly, all because of Dia’s baseless accusations. Arjan stood frozen, stunned by her sudden outburst. She had never raised her voice at him before. And now… how dare she? Before he could respond, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Taylah quickly turned away, wiping her tears, but the quiet sniffles betrayed her efforts to hide her pain. She turned around, a radiant smile finally gracing her face. At last, her grandfather stood at the doo
"Where is she?" Arjan demanded, his gaze fixed on the butler, who appeared visibly nervous. With each passing second, Arjan’s expression grew darker. "Answer me now, or your madame will face the consequences," he warned, his eyes blazing with fury. "The young mistress went to visit her grandparents," the butler replied carefully. "I tried to inform you since she rarely uses her phone, but unfortunately, you didn’t answer my call last night, young master. She didn’t seem well when she left the mansion." He hoped his explanation would ease the growing tension, but it did little to help. "You called me?" Arjan scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief. The butler remained bowed humbly, showing his sincerity. Arjan pulled out his phone to check for any missed calls. To his surprise, he found numerous calls—not just from the butler but also from his father, his mother, and even Ethan. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, Arjan stood up from the couch and strode toward the exit of
"Huh... one more thing. A beautiful crown for a beautiful lady," Ivan said suddenly, placing the flower crown on Taylah's head. The gesture left her stunned, completely caught off guard.For a moment, she froze, unsure of what to do. Fear and hesitation flickered in her eyes, and she instinctively reached up, ready to take the crown off."Do not... please, do not take it off," Ivan pleaded, his voice almost desperate."You..." Taylah stammered, her voice trembling as she struggled to find words. Her hands began to shake."One little girl sold this crown to me. Since I don’t have a girlfriend, I wanted to give it to someone... and it happened to be you. Please, don’t think I’m a bad person... I’m not," Ivan explained, his voice hurried and unsure. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, as if he were nervous or scared.Taylah’s hands slowly reached up to touch the crown, her fingers brushing against the delicate flowers. Somehow, the weight on her heart seemed to lift, leaving her feeli
The next morning, Taylah woke up feeling completely refreshed. After freshening up, she went downstairs, where Mr. and Mrs. Russell greeted her with a warm smile displaying in fheir face "good morning." They enjoyed a peaceful breakfast together."Little pearl, shall we visit the nearby market?" Mrs. Russell asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Taylah. She was as excited as a playful kitten. It felt almost like a dream. Mrs. Russell and Taylah were ready to leave when Mr. Russell stopped them with a gentle warning."Old lady, don’t overwork our little pearl. She’s here to rest, not to exhaust herself," Mr. Russell said affectionately."I know, old man... But she also needs some fresh air. Don’t worry; we’ll be back by evening. Bye-bye!" Mrs. Russell replied with a smile as she headed toward the door. Taylah chuckled at their playful banter before following her grandmother, waving goodbye to her grandfather.After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the local market. The pla
He felt that touching her was dirty. She held the pendant and looked down. Arjan abruptly left the room. She collapsed onto the bed.Despite her mother-in-law taking care of her, Taylah couldn't find happiness. Ethan tried to speak to Taylah, but she always avoided him.Even in the old mansion, Arjan and Dia remained close. Dia was always by Arjan’s side. Although her mother-in-law warned them, they ignored her words because Mrs Davier favored Taylah.When Dia noticed the pendant around Taylah’s neck, she became furious. Why hadn’t her mother-in-law given her one as well? It was a rare treasure, a token of significance for them.Arjan and Dia were unaware that another pendant existed and was with Taylah. His mother had never mentioned her friendship with Taylah’s mother. Dia desperately wanted to take it from Taylah and used Arjan as a pawn in her schemes. However, despite all her tricks, she failed to obtain the pendant in the end.They left the house in the evening. Arjan didn’t sta
Ethan looked down, unable to say a word. It was as though guilt was piercing through him like a sharp blade. "I was sincere when I loved you, but you shattered my hopes, Ethan. There’s no going back to the way things were. So, leave me. Just live your life with Dia," Taylah said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her words pierced his heart repeatedly, leaving him to regret his decision even more. Without a word, he left the room.It wasn’t easy for her either. Tears welled up in her silvery eyes as she leaned back against the pillow. She couldn't help but think of how naive she had been to love someone who never truly cherished her. Her heart ached, as if it was being crushed under an unbearable weight.Suddenly, the doorknob turned. Someone entered the room. Taylah quickly wiped her tears away, thinking it might be Arjan. If it was him, he would probably scold her for crying. But she was wrong—it wasn’t Arjan. Instead, it was Mrs. Davier, who entered with a warm smile.
"The doctor's words echo in her mind: 'It's your second pregnancy, Miss Taylah. You can't abort this baby because your body is already weak from the last abortion. You must take good care of this child.' She grips the steering wheel tightly, her hands trembling.She presses the break, and the car jerks to a halt on the side of the road. The headlights of passing vehicles make her feel momentarily dizzy.She takes the report paper, gently strokes it for a moment, then clutches it tightly, a bitter smile appearing on her crimson-coloured lips.She touches her belly and takes a deep breath, her face shadowed with grief. If he finds out about this pregnancy, he will definitely insist on aborting this child too.She can't bear the thought of losing this child as well. Her heart pounds with fear. She feels neither sad nor happy about the tiny life growing inside her. Taking a deep breath, she accelerates and continues driving. It's around 7 p.m.She hopes he won't come home early. Since the...
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