"Don't you dare provoke me again," Arjan said to Taylah. After warning her, he left the room. Wiping away her tears, Taylah started rummaging through the cupboard, hoping to find some of her clothes. Luckily, she found them, but none of them fit her properly. Squeezing herself into one of the dresses, she went to sleep. An hour later, Arjan returned to his room and found her sleeping soundly. He sat on the sofa and began reading a book. Time passed, and suddenly, he heard a whimper and mumbling. He looked up; it was already past one in the morning. "Tsk, how irritating," he muttered, closing the book and setting it aside as he walked toward the bed. Her face was already flushed, and she was shifting restlessly, her furrowed eyebrows hinting that she was having a nightmare. "Mom... Mo... Mom, don't leave me... I'm scared... It hurts, Mom... Dad doesn't love me... He's hitting me every day!" Tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Hitting? He was puzzled. Dia had told him that T
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.
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
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
"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 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
Two years Ago. Taylah Russell wakes up and finds herself in an unfamiliar room. She looks around and sees that the double Italian bed is messy, with her torn clothes scattered on the floor like trash. Bright sunlight streams in through the glass window, accompanied by the gentle morning breeze.The curtains sway softly in rhythm with the light wind.She feels pain and soreness all over her body. When she glances down, she notices her skin is covered in love bites, already turning purple. The stinging sensation feels like needles continuously pricking her skin.A sudden wave of fear washes over her, causing her to tremble. As she tries to recall the events of the previous night, a fragment of memory flashes in her mind. Her eyes widen in anger as the memory surfaces.The memories of last night start flooding back—the man's heavy breathing, his hard, muscular body. The more she recalls, the more violently she begins to tremble.The hangover from the night before makes her head feel lik
“Arjan... wait... don’t hurt her!” Dia cried out, trying to intervene.She quickly fell limp in Ethan's arms, pretending to be as fragile as a flower, despite having been strong enough to slap Taylah in class.“Are you happy now? If anything happens to her, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. I’ll make you miserable,” Ethan shouted, holding Dia tightly.Arjan frowned, his expression darkening.He released his grip on Taylah’s neck and rushed to Dia, who lay unconscious in Ethan's arms.Ethan glared fiercely at Taylah before lifting Dia in his arms and leaving the room with the others.The large room fell silent the moment they departed.Taylah collapsed onto the bed, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She couldn’t help but laugh at her miserable situation.Dia... she wasn’t really dead, was she? How dramatic.This was all part of Dia Edwards’ plan, yet it was Taylah who was left suffering.Seducing her own brother-in-law and manipulating her sister’s mental state... Wha
"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.
"Don't you dare provoke me again," Arjan said to Taylah. After warning her, he left the room. Wiping away her tears, Taylah started rummaging through the cupboard, hoping to find some of her clothes. Luckily, she found them, but none of them fit her properly. Squeezing herself into one of the dresses, she went to sleep. An hour later, Arjan returned to his room and found her sleeping soundly. He sat on the sofa and began reading a book. Time passed, and suddenly, he heard a whimper and mumbling. He looked up; it was already past one in the morning. "Tsk, how irritating," he muttered, closing the book and setting it aside as he walked toward the bed. Her face was already flushed, and she was shifting restlessly, her furrowed eyebrows hinting that she was having a nightmare. "Mom... Mo... Mom, don't leave me... I'm scared... It hurts, Mom... Dad doesn't love me... He's hitting me every day!" Tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Hitting? He was puzzled. Dia had told him that T
ONE DAYTaylah received a call from the old mansion, inviting her and Arjan for dinner. Now she had to tell him, and the thought of going to his office filled her with dread.After dressing carefully, she made her way to his company. Everyone there knew who she was. The rustling whispers around her only added to her anxiety. It was no secret that the whole city talked about Arjan’s lover and her marriage troubles.She felt like a third wheel in their relationship and was increasingly affected by the gossip. She used to be indifferent to such chatter, but now everything felt different. She was determined to confront Arjan, despite the whispers and stares.Taylah took the elevator to his office, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knocked on the door, and a deep voice called out, “Come in.”She entered his beautifully furnished office, with a view of the entire city through the glass windows.“What brings you here? Make it quick; don’t stay silent and waste my time,” he said, hi
One Month LaterArjan and Taylah had moved out of the mansion to his private villa, a decision Arjan had made unilaterally. In response, Mr. Davier had hired a butler to keep an eye on them, but Arjan quickly took control, ensuring the butler didn’t reveal anything to Mr. Davier.Now, Taylah found herself isolated, unable to even have a friendly conversation with anyone from her in-laws. She felt exhausted from being confined in the villa, unable to go out without Arjan’s permission. Even if she wanted to see her in-laws, she had to ask Arjan first.It had been a month since they left the old mansion, and Taylah wondered if he cared at all. He returned home late at night and left early each morning, leaving her feeling even more alone and trapped.The life of an ordinary husband and wife continued, but there was an underlying bitterness. The wife's responsibilities remained unchanged even after a decade, highlighting a troubling aspect of society. For her, life wasn’t easy when she wa
He downed the last sip of wine in one gulp and slammed the glass onto the table before walking toward the door and leaving the bar.He headed straight to Dia's apartment. After the party, she had left the mansion for her own place. He knocked on the door, and after a minute, Dia opened it, wearing lingerie. “Arjan... What are you doing here?” she asked, feigning surprise. He remained silent as he stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him, a sly grin spreading across her lips. He stumbled slightly, and Dia reached out to steady him.“Did you drink, Arjan?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes. Taylah’s face flashed in his mind. He shook his head. “What happened?” Dia pressed, worry etched on her features. He continued to shake his head, signaling it was nothing. “Why are you here, Arjan? Today is your wedding night, right? Taylah might be waiting for you,” Dia said, putting on a pitying expression.“Don’t talk about that woman. If it weren’t for her, we’d already be marr
After the party, everyone went home. Taylah sat silently on the bed, not really waiting for him, yet her heart raced with anxiety.She tugged at her dress, still in her party attire. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching, sending a chill of fear through her. His words echoed in her mind.The doorknob turned, and Arjan walked in. He came up to her and grabbed her wrist. “What do you want?” she asked, taken aback by his sudden action.“You dare to threaten me, huh?” His arrogant tone made her shudder. He dragged her outside the mansion. She struggled against his strong grip.“Let go of me, Arjan,” she protested. “Where did your arrogance go, Mrs. Davier?” he sneered at her.He headed to the parking area of Davier's mansion and threw her into the car. Her back slammed against the seat, causing a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She hissed in discomfort and clenched her dress.He started the car, and she didn’t dare to say a word to him, feeling as though he was a monster ready to dev