Lizzy’s POV“I-I never come to tea parties. I am afraid of embarrassing you there. Sorry, Mom. Thanks for inviting me.”“You don’t have to worry. It’s just a tea and cakes party. We’re all big fans of cakes and tea. We usually sit around an enormous table and talk about many things. And usually we create a lot of ideas about life there. Come along. I’ll take care of you,” she replied.To come or not to come? What should I choose? I didn’t know any of them and I felt insecure about coming from a different family background, even though I had become Jason’s legal wife. It just all still felt strange to me.“Lizzy, are you still there? What’s your decision? I guarantee you’ll like the party because all my friends are fun and they come from rich and famous families. If you have a good relationship with them, you can use that relationship someday when you’re in trouble. Come with me once in a while so you don’t get bored. I’ll ask Jason to pick you up,” she coaxed.I had to admit that Marg
Lizzy’s POV“Lizzy, why are you silent? A simple classical song is fine. I’m sure they’ll understand if you might have forgotten a few notes,” Margaret asked. That’s when I realized Margaret was setting me up. She knew for sure that I couldn’t play the piano because I came from a poor family.How wicked you are, Margaret.I thought you had changed and had good intentions, but I was too stupid to take it that way. Now I had no way to dodge.My face paled and my hands broke out in a cold sweat. Jason, help me. What should I do?“Can’t you play the piano?” the woman asked, sitting right next to me.“How could she not play the piano? If she is Margaret’s daughter-in-law, she must come from a wealthy family, because there is no way she would accept a poor woman to be her daughter-in-law. Am I right, Margaret?” the other woman asked.“Yes, of course. How could my daughter-in-law be from a poor family? Jason has everything. Wealth, good looks, intelligence. Therefore, his partner should be w
Margaret’s POV“Because we’ve known each other too long. In fifty years of being around rich people in Maldiva, I’ve never seen your daughter-in-law once. So I assumed from the start that she didn’t come from a wealthy family,” Becky replied.“Then, with those points, are you assuming that I framed and hurt my daughter-in-law?”“My daughter-in-law? Ha ha ha. I’m honestly quite surprised at what you just said. Margaret, your pride is too high to recognize Lizzy as your daughter-in-law. But, it seems like you have no other choice but to accept it. I was right, wasn’t I? That’s why you didn’t invite us to your son’s wedding. Even though for your wealthy family, a party is just small money. So, there’s no reason for you not to invite us. There’s only one reason you don’t want us to know about your daughter-in-law, and that’s because you felt embarrassed to have her as your daughter-in-law. Am I right?” she asked with a cynical smile.The surrounding air around me felt uncomfortable. She w
Margaret’s POV“As you wish, love,” Nathan replied. His finger movements down there were getting faster and deeper. He was amazing. When I was tired, I just wanted to be satisfied.I spread my legs wider to give Nathan more control over my lower body. I was feeling like a prostitute who didn’t hesitate to expose her slightly hairy pussy to a stranger who had no clear status. Letting his burly hands touch and taste the inside of my beautiful pussy.Ha ha ha, everyone would consider me a despicable woman. Who will have her body touched and enjoyed by a stranger? But what do I care? I’m the one suffering, not them. I’ve been patient enough for so long. However, things were different now. I had a gigolo. Mine alone.Now and then Nathan would press my clit and rub it so roughly that I felt like I was going crazy. It was so good that I was sure my juices were dripping and wetting the car’s floor.Moments later, I squeezed Nathan’s arm as I let out a long moan. Warm white liquid oozed out an
Clara’s POVDad let out a long breath, then looked at me. “Find another good man and bring him to me. Forget Jason because you can’t have him. However, you can at least look for a guy like him. Alright, end of discussion because I have to meet someone.”Dad opened the door and turned around. I was silent and answered nothing. Looking for another nice guy like Jason. Was there one? I had known many men in my twenty-seven years, but Jason was the best. After all, I’ve known him since childhood.“Ah, one more thing. I didn’t mean to belittle you. You’re still my biological daughter, after all. I just want you to change and get a partner who can control you well because I understand your character very well. Jason is not the only man in this world, so don’t be discouraged. Go to sleep and don’t wait for me to come home. Good night,” Dad said as he waved and left.Ever since my mom died, my dad often left at night with the excuse of having to meet someone. I knew what my father did every n
Margaret’s POV“The police? Why are they calling me?” James asked, looking at me with a questioning gaze.“Unknown number. What exactly happened, James?” I asked anxiously.“Let’s find out,” he replied. And we both agreed to find out from the two incoming calls.I walked away from James and then rushed to receive the incoming call.“H-hello?” I greeted.“Hello, are you Mrs. Margaret Oswald?” a woman asked.“Yes. Who am I speaking to?” I asked.“My name is Hannah. Thank you for taking my call. I have something to tell you about your son John Oswald,” she said.“J-John? How is he? Is he with you?”“Yes, he’s with me right now, but not in the sense that you think. A while ago, my car hit John accidentally because it was pouring at the time and he crossed in front of my car suddenly. He was injured badly, but I have taken him to my house for intensive care and now he is much better. Please forgive me. Once he’s better, I’ll drop him off at your house,” the woman said.“Hannah? Why didn’t
Lizzy’s POV“Jason, you trust me, right?”“Of course I do. What happened? Do tell, I’m listening,” he replied.We were stuck in traffic when we had just left Becky’s house area. Our car stopped behind a row of cars lined up, waiting for traffic to clear. Jason took my hand, stroked it, and waited patiently until I was ready to tell the story.“Are you ready?” he asked for the umpteenth time.“Yes,” I replied, wiping away the remaining tears. I took a breath and let it out slowly.“Jason, your mom set me up and humiliated me in front of all her friends. I realized nothing when I accepted her invitation until some of her friends asked me to play the piano. Your mom supported their request even though she knew I didn’t come from a rich family, so how could I possibly play the piano if I never learned?” I answered while wiping away the remaining tears.“So, what happened then?” he asked.“Four steps before reaching the piano on Mrs. Becky’s back porch, I turned around and looked at them a
Margaret’s POVA few hours later, we arrived at the villa in the middle of the tea plantation. I bought this villa secretly without James or my two children knowing. If people ask why I buy an expensive villa secretly? The reason is that I need to have an investment for myself even though they listed my name in my father-in-law’s will, which is held by James, but James can remove my name whenever he wants.I love James, but I don’t fully trust him, especially after the incident where he framed Jack and made him the scapegoat. Even now, I don’t believe that the cause of Jack’s death was suicide by throwing himself and his car into the sea.I’m not sure if Jack killed himself. As far as I know, he didn’t have a good reason to do so. His relationship with my father-in-law was good. And I always supported him in anything. Besides, as long as I lived with him, nothing strange happened to him.Oh, I know. Except for James, who never liked Jack because they were both born to different mother
Jason’s POV One morning, when I was just coming out of the bedroom, Mia and Hannah walked toward me. Their faces looked happy with smiles on their lips, like sunflowers in summer. I wondered what had happened to them. They were standing right in front of me, holding hands. “What’s wrong with you two?” “We have good news,” they both replied. “Ok. What’s the good news, then? I have to wake Anya up because I promised to accompany her to play in the park.” “We’ve found Lizzy and Harry. You don’t need to wake Anya up because she’s already up and having breakfast. She’s ready to go pick up her mom and brother,” Hannah replied. Anya’s bag that I was holding fell to the floor. I had to convince myself many times that the news I heard that morning was real. For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Really? You’re not playing games with me, are you?” “We’re serious and we got this news from Sylvia, Lizzy’s mom. They are now in Forca City. They opened a bakery and a coffee sho
Margaret’s POV I saw James enter the room. The angry look on his face was as sinister as a soldier ready to execute a death-row prisoner. His eyes stared at Nathan and me. The sweat was pouring down my forehead. I noticed that Nathan’s body was trembling and his hands were clenched into fists. Suddenly, Nathan knelt before James and lowered his face. “Sir, please forgive my impudence. I came here because I missed Mrs. Margaret so much. I confess I love her and she loves me. We had an illicit relationship in the past, but it ended because Mrs. Margaret felt guilty about you. On this occasion, I beg you to let her go so that she can be happy. She is suffering by your side. If you love her, please let us live happily.” James let out a long sigh. His eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room. “Is that what you want, Margaret? After all the years we’ve lived together.” A feeling of guilt rushed over me. I was like a child at a crossroads. In front of me were two roads that were both cov
Jason’s POV“Damn! She’s not here.”“Is there no resident named Lizzy Ford or Lizzy Oswald? She is a thirty-year-old young woman, then an eighteen-month-old baby boy. Please recall the woman’s physical characteristics. The information we received said she lives in this apartment,” I asked the guard.The guard’s expression was flat. He let out a long sigh, as if annoyed by our question. “Sir, I’ve been working here for ten years and my memory tells me that there is no female resident in this apartment with the physical characteristics you mentioned. If there were any residents with such physical features, I would have said so earlier. I showed you the list of names of the residents here. Is that not enough? I hope you won’t make a scene.”“Ah, sorry. My brother didn’t mean to make a scene. We were just panicking and sad because we couldn’t find the person we were looking for. I hope you understand,” Hannah replied with a big smile.“Alright. If there’s nothing else to ask, I’ll get bac
Lizzy’s POV“Mom, is it them?” I asked.“Y-yes. Then, what’s your plan? If we go after them, wouldn’t that mean your agreement with Minister Vladimir is off? I’m afraid he’ll do something bad to us if the deal is off. He won’t hurt Harry, but he might hurt you or both of us. But whatever you decide, I’ll support you,” Mom answered.“I-I miss him. But, I can’t go to them. It’s not like Anya is with them.”“Yes. There are only a few men dressed in black with them. If you’ve decided, let’s hurry and get out of here,” Mom said.“Let me look at him for a while longer.”“Lizzy, let him go. Let’s go before they realize we’re near them,” Mom said.We hurried away from there and we deliberately took a spot that was crowded with visitors so as not to be seen by them. However, unfortunately, that day the mall was full of visitors because in Malia there was only one mall and coincidentally it was a long weekend, so many people went to the mall.“Lizzy, come with me. I have an idea,” Mom said. She
John’s POV“Because she didn’t want to worry you. All this time I knew nothing about her illness until one day I heard moaning in pain from inside Elsa’s bedroom. Worried and curious, I knocked on her bedroom door a few times, but suddenly the moaning no longer sounded. When I asked her, she said everything was fine. However, the moaning could be heard almost every day. The curiosity and worry I felt were getting the better of me. I finally forced open the door to her room and saw her lying on the floor, whimpering in pain while holding back tears. I ran over to her, then I yelled for her sister, and asked her to call an ambulance. The clinic in our village has an emergency ambulance,” Sheila replied, wiping her wet eyes. Her tears did not stop flowing.“So, what happened after that?”“After she was rushed to the clinic and examined intensely, the doctor declared her illness to be severe. The clinic in our village could not treat her illness. Therefore, Elsa was referred to a hospital
John’s POVI stood in line at the ticket counter. I looked at the screen hanging above the ticket counter for the schedule of trains operating that day. Thirty minutes later, after waiting in line for a long time, it was finally my turn to buy a ticket.After mentioning the destination city, the ticket seller immediately gave me a sheet of tickets for the train that would depart in forty-five minutes. While waiting for the train to arrive, I sat in a coffee shop and ordered a cup of coffee and a plate of spaghetti. Maybe it was because I had eaten nothing since morning, so the spaghetti tasted good and was gone in no time.During the meal, I tried to call Sheila’s cell phone, but her number was unavailable. The same was true for Elsa. So far, her cell phone has never been inactive. Elsa always made sure her cell phone and number were active.What’s going on? What exactly happened to you, Elsa?That afternoon, I couldn’t get in touch with either of them and even when the train to Vanor
Hannah’s POVI woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of breaking things and the commotion on the first floor exactly one hour before midnight. I hurriedly put on my sweatshirt and slippers and left my room. Just before descending the stairs, I noticed that the living room of Jason’s residence was quiet and dark. The lights in the dining room were always on. So, from the second floor, I could see the light reflecting into the living room from the dining room.Then, where did the sound come from?From the direction of the kitchen, I saw some maids running to another room on the first floor. Could it be Jason’s workroom or his bedroom?As my feet descended the stairs, I heard Mia call, “Hannah, what’s wrong? What’s going on? I heard things breaking repeatedly.”I turned to look at Mia, who was shaking in the cold. “I don’t know. What if we check together? I saw the maids running into a room?”“Oh no, Jason. Let’s go there,” Mia said. She had a panicked look on her face.We hurr
Lizzy’s POV“Thank God, you’re home. I came to see you.”“Are you alone?” he asked. His eyes widened as they scanned every corner of his front porch.“Yeah.”“Come on in. It’s freezing outside. I’m sorry if the house looks so chaotic because I have to do a lot of things by myself. Have a seat here, and I’ll get you something to drink. Coffee or tea?” he asked after putting away some things and putting them in a box. “Tea. Thank you.” Then he left the living room and entered the kitchen.I saw that the living room of Steven’s house was in complete chaos. Most of the couches were covered with piles of clothes. On the table lay a lot of snacks, then at the end of the room lined up dirty-looking shoes. In addition, since setting foot in the house, there was a terrible smell. I didn’t know where it came from. It was like the smell of dirty clothes that hadn’t been washed for a few weeks or a damp house that hadn’t been cleaned.From the direction of the living room, I saw that the door of
Lizzy’s POVAfter the beach trip, I never saw Steven again. The working hours where I worked were divided into two. We used to call them the morning shift and the night shift. The morning shift works from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon, and the night shift works from three in the afternoon until nine at night. Each employee gets a week to work the morning shift, and a week to work the night shift.For that week, I worked the morning shift, so my work hours finished at three in the afternoon. But, usually, we morning shift personnel don’t go straight home. We would sit by the restaurant and sip a cup of coffee and some leftover snacks from the kitchen that could not be sold to customers.If there are a lot of leftovers, we will wrap them up and take them home. However, if the leftovers aren’t too much, we’d eat them together at the side of the restaurant while chatting away. Enjoying the afternoon and waiting for the sun to set, watching the originally bright sky turn