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The days after Nadia’s death were the most toxic, suffocating days I had ever experienced. And that didn’t stop the press. They swarmed outside the estate gates, cameras flashing, eager to capture a glimpse of the very window where Nadia had hung herself. The funeral wasn’t what I expected either. It wasn’t like the ones on television, where people wept openly, their sobs cutting through the air. Instead, it was eerily quiet. Only Drew, his mother… who, surprisingly, didn’t cry as much anymore… and a handful of family members attended. I wasn’t allowed to speak to any of them. I stood beside Alexander, feeling the weight of their stares like invisible shackles. We were all dressed in black. A man with jet-black hair, introduced as Mr. Bolivar, Alexander’s new bodyguard stood nearby. Celeste, too. And unlike everyone else, she wore a bright pink blouse and black pants, as if the occasion was a fashion show instead of a funeral. Even now, she went to great lengths to get Alexande
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“You can’t possibly be serious right now.” I stormed into his study without knocking, without a shred of courtesy. My fury propelled me forward, my footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. This was my first time stepping into his study, and just like his room, it carried the same dark, brooding aura. Alexander sat behind a sleek black oak desk, stacks of files in front of him. The blinds were drawn, blocking out the moonlight, leaving only the dim glow of the desk lamp to illuminate his face. The soft, golden light cast shadows over his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable. He didn’t flinch at my intrusion. Instead, his gaze lifted lazily from the documents. “What do you want?” His voice was calm, detached like my outburst was nothing more than an annoying interruption. My anger flared. I marched straight to his desk and slammed the passports and tickets down in front of him. “You’re asking me what I want?” My voice wavered between disbelief and fury. “A
Last Updated : 2025-03-30POWERLESS 0017
“Girl, you’ve been through a lot.”Candice slurped her ramen noisily, twirling the noodles around her chopsticks with practiced ease. Beside her sat a can of flat Diet Coke just the way she liked it. Don’t ask me why. She’s just weird like that.I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t even know what to say, Candice. The whole thing is just so… bizarre.”Leaning in, I tugged her ear playfully. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just between us.”Candice snorted. “Girl, you think I’d go around spilling your Blackwood mansion drama? Please. Everyone already thinks you’re living the dream over there. And honestly?” She jabbed a chopstick at me. “It kinda looks like you are.”If only she knew.Two weeks. That’s how long I’d been trapped in that house since Nadia’s bizarre suicide, suffocating under the weight of grief and secrets I still didn’t understand. Nadia’s sudden death had left a heavy silence in the estate, the room she was discovered in, permanently sealed like a
Last Updated : 2025-03-31POWERLESS 0001
I didn’t expect the world to crumble in a single afternoon. One moment, I was hoping for a miracle. The next, I was holding a medical report with a death sentence wrapped in a six-figure invoice. “Your mother needs immediate surgery, Miss Monroe,” the doctor had said. “If it’s not done within the next seventy-two hours, she may not survive.” He said it like he wasn’t talking about someone’s life. Like he wasn’t talking about the only person I had left in this world. When I walked out of that office, it felt like my legs weren’t mine anymore. My fingers clutched the hospital file so tightly, my nails dug into the plastic cover. I didn’t even notice when I stepped into the rain. I was numb. Cold. Lost. $500,000. That’s what it would take to save her. Five hundred thousand dollars for the surgery and the post-operative care. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it. It was more than my life’s earnings. More than I’d ever seen in one place. And I had no one. No backup. No plan B
Last Updated : 2025-03-22POWERLESS 0002
I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? I kept staring at the check as if it might vanish if I blinked. The zeros looked like a cruel joke. Unreachable. Unreal. But they weren’t. They were real. Tangible. Enough to save my mother’s life. And yet, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The thought of marrying a man I had never met, a man so far from my world, so powerful, so unknown it should’ve terrified me. And it did. But not more than the sight of my mother’s pale face and shallow breathing in that hospital room. So, when the clock struck 11:59 p.m., I found myself exactly where I swore I wouldn’t be. Standing outside Blackwood Towers. I hesitated at the entrance, the towering glass structure looming above me like a fortress. The city lights reflected off its sleek walls. Cold and intimidating. I would’ve preferred a more normal meeting maybe in a house or something but I didn’t know the location of the Blackwood estate. Hell… nobody did. The security guard had been expecting me. H
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The first thing I noticed was the silence. It wasn’t the peaceful kind. No. This one was suffocating, heavy, eerie like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The Blackwood estate was unlike anything I had ever seen. More like a fortress than a home. A sprawling mansion built from polished gray stone, lined with steel gates, surveillance cameras, and perfectly trimmed hedges that looked like they had never known chaos. Just like him. The driver dropped me off at the entrance and left without a word. I stood there for a moment, suitcase in hand, feeling like an outsider about to trespass into a world I didn’t belong in. The massive double doors opened, and a woman in a dark uniform appeared. “Mrs. Blackwood,” she said, bowing slightly. “Welcome.” Mrs. Blackwood. The words made my chest tighten. I wasn’t a wife. Not in the way anyone imagined. Not in the way I once dreamed of. No love. No vows. No warmth. Just a signature on paper and a ticking clock counting down my
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Two days in the Blackwood mansion felt like two weeks in a snow globe. Perfect from the outside, cold and suffocating on the inside. I wandered aimlessly from hallway to hallway, trying to find meaning in the silence. But I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, the guilt pressing harder with every breath. It had been three weeks since I signed my life away. Three whole weeks since I’d seen my mother. No matter how lavish my surroundings were, I still felt like a daughter who had abandoned her. I had to see her. “Please… just for a few hours,” I told the driver. His eyes flickered with hesitation probably wondering why someone like me, Mrs. Blackwood, wanted to visit a rundown government hospital in the slums instead of sipping champagne in a penthouse spa. Still, he nodded and opened the car door, mumbling something under his breath as he drove me to the shacks. The hospital hadn’t changed. But being Mrs. Blackwood had changed my perspective. Now, I saw every cracked wa
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The sound of his voice still echoed in my ears as I stood frozen by the stairs. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.” No further explanation. No gentleness. Just a command. The kind that didn’t expect resistance. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, fingers trembling slightly as I fastened the last clasp on the delicate gold necklace. My reflection didn’t look like me. Not the girl who walked through rain-soaked streets. Not the woman who sat beside a hospital bed hoping for a miracle. No, the woman staring back at me had been sculpted by elegance curated like a mannequin for a man’s world. The gown was satin emerald green, hugging my body like it was stitched to my skin. It flowed at the hips and shimmered under the soft white light of the mirror. The slit rode high on my thigh. Scandalous yet elegant. My dark hair had been curled into soft waves cascading down my back, adorned with golden pins that sparkled like stars. Even my makeup had been done by a professional the staff summ
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“Girl, you’ve been through a lot.”Candice slurped her ramen noisily, twirling the noodles around her chopsticks with practiced ease. Beside her sat a can of flat Diet Coke just the way she liked it. Don’t ask me why. She’s just weird like that.I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I don’t even know what to say, Candice. The whole thing is just so… bizarre.”Leaning in, I tugged her ear playfully. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just between us.”Candice snorted. “Girl, you think I’d go around spilling your Blackwood mansion drama? Please. Everyone already thinks you’re living the dream over there. And honestly?” She jabbed a chopstick at me. “It kinda looks like you are.”If only she knew.Two weeks. That’s how long I’d been trapped in that house since Nadia’s bizarre suicide, suffocating under the weight of grief and secrets I still didn’t understand. Nadia’s sudden death had left a heavy silence in the estate, the room she was discovered in, permanently sealed like a
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“You can’t possibly be serious right now.” I stormed into his study without knocking, without a shred of courtesy. My fury propelled me forward, my footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. This was my first time stepping into his study, and just like his room, it carried the same dark, brooding aura. Alexander sat behind a sleek black oak desk, stacks of files in front of him. The blinds were drawn, blocking out the moonlight, leaving only the dim glow of the desk lamp to illuminate his face. The soft, golden light cast shadows over his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable. He didn’t flinch at my intrusion. Instead, his gaze lifted lazily from the documents. “What do you want?” His voice was calm, detached like my outburst was nothing more than an annoying interruption. My anger flared. I marched straight to his desk and slammed the passports and tickets down in front of him. “You’re asking me what I want?” My voice wavered between disbelief and fury. “A
POWERLESS 0015
The days after Nadia’s death were the most toxic, suffocating days I had ever experienced. And that didn’t stop the press. They swarmed outside the estate gates, cameras flashing, eager to capture a glimpse of the very window where Nadia had hung herself. The funeral wasn’t what I expected either. It wasn’t like the ones on television, where people wept openly, their sobs cutting through the air. Instead, it was eerily quiet. Only Drew, his mother… who, surprisingly, didn’t cry as much anymore… and a handful of family members attended. I wasn’t allowed to speak to any of them. I stood beside Alexander, feeling the weight of their stares like invisible shackles. We were all dressed in black. A man with jet-black hair, introduced as Mr. Bolivar, Alexander’s new bodyguard stood nearby. Celeste, too. And unlike everyone else, she wore a bright pink blouse and black pants, as if the occasion was a fashion show instead of a funeral. Even now, she went to great lengths to get Alexande
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“Call Drew! Call my son! Where is Drew?!” Gratia’s voice was raw with agony as she collapsed into the arms of a trembling maid, her wails piercing through the heavy silence. The weight of her grief was suffocating, thick enough to steal the breath from the air. I stood frozen, my body unwilling to move. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. I had seen death before, my grandmother’s funeral had been somber yet peaceful. A body laid to rest in a coffin, dressed in dignity. This was different. This was suicide. Nadia’s lifeless eyes remained open, staring at nothing. Her skin was ashen under the dim lighting, the heavy red curtains casting eerie shadows across the room. My stomach twisted violently, bile rising to my throat as I tore my gaze away. Beside me, Lucy stood motionless, her face drained of color. The air crackled with whispers and frantic murmurs blending into Gratia’s broken cries. Then, Lucy’s warm fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Come, sit,” she m
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“Of course, Celeste, I know that. I’m married to Alex, remember?” I lied, letting out a light, almost amused laugh as I stared into her dumb eyes. Or at least, what I wanted to believe were dumb eyes. In truth, this woman was anything but. There was a sharpness beneath her doll-like beauty, that made me feel like I should tread lightly. I hadn’t known this hospital belonged to Alex, but the revelation didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me, however, was seeing Celeste here. After the strange way I’d been introduced to her, I never thought I’d come across her again. And yet, here she was, standing before me like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. Celeste tilted her head slightly, her smirk never faltering, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “What are you doing here?” I froze. My mind scrambled for a lie. I couldn’t tell her I was here to see my mother. There was something about her that made my instincts scream danger—like she knew Beatrice. And if Beatrice had meant something to Ale
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I swallowed. “Mom, I can explain.”“What did you do?” I inhaled shakily, forcing myself to say the words— “I got married.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. And then— She coughed violently. I quickly patted her back, trying to soothe her as she drank another sip of water, still struggling to process what I’d just said. When she finally caught her breath, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unreadable emotion. “You got married?” she repeated hoarsely. “I don’t understand. Am I… am I dreaming?” “You’re not.” I held her hand tightly. “I had to, Mom. You needed the operation. I couldn’t just let you slip away.” She exhaled shakily, her fingers pressing against her forehead. “You sacrificed your happiness… for me?” “It’s just for six months,” I whispered. “I’ll be fine.” Her pained expression shattered me. She exhaled again, rubbing her temples, then looked at me with new seriousness. “Who is he?” I hesitated. “Alexander Blackwood.”
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Alexander’s voice was smooth, unbothered. “I need to shower.” Before I could react, his fingers curled around my arm, pushing me gently aside. Then, without another glance, he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door in my face. I blinked at the polished wood, stunned at how quickly he went from hot to cold. Oh well. What was I expecting? A heartfelt moment? No touching. That’s what the contract said. And yet, some foolish part of me had almost believed—No. Stop. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, I exhaled sharply. I needed to get out of here. Slipping out of Alexander’s bedroom, I scanned the hallway, my heartbeat picking up. The last thing I needed was to run into Gratia again. I tiptoed across the grand staircase, relief flooding me as I reached my bedroom door— “So, you don’t sleep in the same room as your husband?” I stiffened. That voice. Drew. His tone was silky, teasing, yet something about it felt… off. Slowly, I turned. He leaned lazily agai
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The chaos still echoed through the mansion like distant thunder. Alexander had nearly erupted. His fury, raw and volcanic. His voice had dropped to a deadly calm as he stood before everyone, a storm contained only by sheer will. “If you ever touch her again,” he’d said through clenched teeth, “I’ll make sure the lawsuit buries you so deep, not even your name survives it.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Drew and his mother didn’t dare move. Adrenaline still surged in my veins as I escaped the tension, slipping away into the dining hall. I sank onto one of the velvet sofas, my pulse still racing, my cheek faintly stinging from Gratia’s slap. Nadia sat across the room, her hands gently cradling her swollen belly. Her green floral gown clung delicately to her figure, the soft fabric blooming around her like spring. Her hair, swept into a neat knot, bore an eerie resemblance to Gratia’s. She looked at me, eyes brimming with sympathy. “I’m so sorry,” she said sof
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It seemed I’d be cocooned in the comfort of his room tonight. Alexander’s cold voice still echoed in my ears, lingering like a cruel aftertaste from everything that had happened in the dining hall. We had no other choice at least not if we wanted to keep up appearances in front of his stepmother, Gratia. Sleeping in separate rooms would only raise suspicion. And so, I found myself standing awkwardly in his space for the first time. His room was nothing like mine. Where mine was airy and soft, his was dark, bold, unapologetically masculine. The scent of sandalwood and musk wrapped around me the moment I stepped in intoxicating, commanding, and undeniably him. Alexander moved toward the bed, casually tossing extra pillows at the center as a divider. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable. “So,” he said flatly, “there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor. The bed’s big enough for both of us. You stay on your side.” I crossed my arms tightly. “So we’re just going to pre
