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At eight o’clock in the morning, Ethan was already in his office, staring at the towering stack of documents that needed to be completed by the end of the day. Most of them had been delayed due to his absence—days spent searching for Sophia. While his secretary, Noel heaved a sigh of relief to see his boss back at work and promptly greeted him upon entering. “Good morning, sir! Would you like some coffee?” Ethan barely looked up but gave a small nod of approval. Noel left the office and quickly prepared his coffee. As CEO of a leading tech company that was currently in a delicate state, Ethan needed to step up and prioritize his work rather than continue looking for Sophia. He needs to solidify his position and make a name for himself in the industry. With the position he is in there were numerous interview requests from major magazines, eager to learn about his personal life—his dating status, his thoughts on settling down—he had always declined. The entire afternoon was fill
Days passed, and Ethan kept ordering pizza from FS Pizzaria, hoping Sherah would be the one to deliver it. But to his utter disappointment, it was always someone else. He thought about visiting her, just to check in—and, of course, to annoy her. But work kept him busy, and there was never enough time to drop by her workplace. Meanwhile, Sherah enjoyed the unexpected peace. No texts, no calls from the man she calls spawn of Satan or sometimes Satan himself. Just silence. After working 18-hour shifts across multiple part-time jobs, she had finally scraped together enough to pay her rent. At the same time… Ethan had just wrapped up his last meeting of the day. Every delayed project and pending proposal had been handled, leaving him with nothing urgent on his plate. Then he remembered—it was the finance team’s final day of overtime. With nothing better to do, he decided to pay them another visit. When he arrived, the department looked completely different. The chaos from la
Days after paying her rent, Sherah was stitching her maid's costume.She can't help but feel annoyed, "That man." She mumbled through gritted teeth. Her sulking was abruptly interrupted by a text from her landlord demanding an additional month’s advance payment and one month’s deposit.Fuming, she immediately fired back, calling him a money-hungry liar who didn’t keep his word. Their argument escalated quickly, with the landlord warning her that if she kept insulting him, she’d soon find her belongings thrown out on the street.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and agreed to pay—but she needed more time.The landlord’s response was cold and merciless: “You have ten days.” As if that wasn’t enough, another message popped up.This time, it was from 'Satan.'Ethan was reminding her about the car paint.Sherah stared at her phone, overwhelmed. She had been working 14-hour shifts for the past three days, but it still wasn’t enough as a first installment. Not even clos
Silas messaged his wife, Rebecca to give her a heads-up, about the situation at hand, and within minutes, they were already formulating a plan to send Sherah out of the country.Once the details were set, Silas turned his attention back to the unconscious girl beside him. With a few light slaps to her cheeks, he woke her up just as the car entered the Hawke Residence.At the front door, Rebecca stood waiting.Her sharp gaze was filled with disdain as she looked down at Sherah, who kept her head lowered, and remained silent.Even after Silas and Rebecca entered the house, Sherah remained standing at the doorstep.Sherah’s hands trembled with dread. She never imagined she would return to this place—not after everything that had happened.All the abuse she endured, all the pain she suffered, just to earn a place in her father’s life.Because he was the only family she had.Her mother had taken her own life when Sherah was just three years old, leaving her to grow up in an orphanage.At tw
Sherah had been walking for five minutes. She just wanted to leave and go home, but there wasn’t a single cab in sight. Desperate, she pulled out her phone to book a ride, knowing it would cost her a lot. But as she feared—no cars were available. Anxiety crept up her spine. What if her father was already looking for her? Just as panic set in, a sleek car pulled up in front of her. Her heart dropped. It was him. The guy whose name she never knew—the one she simply referred to as the spawn of SATAN. Her face turned pale as she muttered under her breath, "Why? Of all people… why him? Why is he here? Is he following me?" The tinted window rolled down, and his deep voice cut through the air. "Get in." Sherah shook her head. "I don't want to dirty your car with my worn-out clothes," she muttered. The last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near him. He smirked. "Don’t worry, I’m not a germophobe. And I won’t charge you for the ride. Just get in." Sh
After his phone call with his grandmother, Ethan sat on the edge of the hospital bed, gazing at Sherah. His voice was calm yet unwavering. "Yes, I was referring to you." Sherah slowly pulled the blanket down from her face, revealing her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Her wide eyes locked onto his. "Why would you say that to your grandmother?" she asked, curiosity flickering in her gaze. It was as if she wanted—needed—him to say that he meant it. That wasn’t just a passing remark. Ethan didn’t hesitate. "Because it’s true," he admitted, his tone unwavering. "She wants me to settle down, to start a family, and the moment I saw you… I found you interesting." He uttered a convincing lie. Sherah’s jaw nearly dropped. A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside her—confusion, disbelief, maybe even frustration. But instead of confronting them, she burst into laughter. A deep, uncontrollable laugh that made her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "You’re joking, right?" she man
After three days in the hospital, Sherah was finally discharged. From that moment on, Ethan continued to shower her with affection. Love bombing her in every way he could. He showered her with gifts, time, and affection. All the good words and the right efforts.Open the door for her. Held her hand while walking.Stared at her with calculated affection.When they left the hospital, he drove her to an upscale boutique to completely revamp her wardrobe. He dressed her in luxury—fancy dresses, expensive jewelry, designer shoes she had only ever seen in magazines, and Italian handcrafted handbags. All she could do was accept the gifts, but deep down, a heavy feeling settled in her chest. "Am I a gold digger?" She wondered. She had nothing to give him in return, yet he kept giving her everything. By lunchtime, they dined at a five-star French restaurant. The opulent décor screamed wealth, making her feel out of place the moment she stepped inside. Her unease only grew when she saw t
The Next Day Ethan woke up around eight in the morning, feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. A full eight hours of sleep had become a rare luxury for him. Instinctively, he reached to the other side of the bed to check on Sherah, but she was no longer there. Curious, he made his way downstairs and found her outside in the garden with his grandmother. They were tending to the roses, chatting softly.He couldn't quite make out what Sherah was saying, but her head was lowered, making him wonder if his grandmother was scolding her. However, that thought quickly disappeared when he saw his grandmother tuck a freshly picked rose behind Sherah’s ear with a warm smile. Then, he heard Sherah’s soft, trembling voice, "Grandma, you and Ethan are the kindest people I have ever met. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."Mrs. Farwell's face softened, her eyes glistening and it solidified her stance to push Ethan and Sherah together. "A lovely soul like this is what my grandson nee
Sherah drove through the quiet streets, the cold night air sweeping through the open windows. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, stealing glances at Ethan slumped against the passenger seat, his head resting awkwardly against the window but his hand softly holding her leg as if he was afraid to wake up, without her by his side. The night was silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and Ethan’s occasional, muffled snores. Sherah couldn’t help but shake her head, a small, almost fond smile tugging at her lips.She had left the windows wide open, letting the crisp air cut through the lingering scent of alcohol. She didn’t want the stench of it—of tonight—to stay with her.As the car finally pulled into the circular driveway of Farwell Villa, the massive estate loomed ahead, grand and imposing under the pale moonlight. Sherah shifted the car into the park and sat there for a moment, staring at the man beside her.Ethan was fast asleep. His breathing was steady, mouth slightly ope
Ethan’s car skidded through the empty streets until it screeched to a stop outside Sherah’s apartment. He stared up at her floor, noticing the darkness—no lights, no shadows. A curse slipped past his lips as realization sank in. "She’s probably still at work," he muttered. With frustration clawing at him, Ethan gripped the steering wheel tightly. Without thinking, he jerked the car back into gear and drove straight to the small pizza place. His heart pounded as soon as he spotted her inside, mopping the floor. Sherah’s expression was exhausted, but there was a certain peace in her eyes that cut Ethan deeper than he expected. He reached for the car door, ready to storm in when another figure appeared. —Eliot. The man’s face lit up at the sight of her. Sherah smiled back—a genuine, warm smile Ethan hadn’t seen in months. “Am I too early to pick you up?” Eliot asked politely. Sherah glanced at her watch. “Five minutes,” she replied, quickly setting the mop aside and wiping he
In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s birthday arrived. The grand party Sophia originally envisioned—250 guests, a grand ballroom, and flashing cameras—had been scaled down. Now, it was an intimate 50-guest gathering in a VVIP room of a Michelin-starred Italian restaurant in Manhattan. Still, the venue shimmered with expensive lights, a picture of luxury and perfection. Sophia floated through the crowd with her extravagant white princess ball gown—she looks more like a bride than a host.She kept smiling sweetly and greeting everyone, but her eyes kept darting toward the clock. Everything was set—guests, exquisite food, flowing drinks, and most importantly, the special surprise Sophia had arranged: the discreet presence of the press and bloggers, ready for the perfect shot. In just a week, Sophia’s carefully constructed mask of grace had cracked. Gone were the morals she tried so hard to mimic. What remained was her true, calculating self. The plan was simple—once Ethan was drunk eno
“How did it go?” Rebecca asked in concern as Sophia entered the car.She sat joining them in the passenger seat, head lowered, staring intensely at her shaking hands. Silas held his daughter's shoulder, nudging her slightly as she looked like she was in a trance. “Talk to us, Sophia.” He expressed worriedly.She lifted her gaze to meet her parents. “It… It went well…” She uttered, but there was no glee in her tone.Rebecca and Silas sigh deeply but notice the unease on their daughter’s face.“Is there something wrong?” Silas finally asks while shooting a glance at the driver to start driving. Rebecca and Silas waited for their daughter's answer.She shrugs. She couldn’t believe it worked. She couldn’t believe she needed to be Sherah to win Ethan back—the man who used to worship the ground where she stood: back when they were in high school. “I… Just… I don’t know how long I can take this… Wearing this type of clothing, little to no makeup, and imitating that good-for-nothing bumpkin.
The next day.Sunday morning. As Silas planned, they drove to Ethan’s home. The grand gates of Farwell Villa slowly creaked open as a sleek black car rolled in. Sophia stepped out first, followed by her parents. But today, she looked… different.Gone were her designer dresses and heavy makeup. Instead, she wore a simple cream blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, her hair tied loosely in a ponytail. Her face was bare, save for a light tint on her lips—natural, almost unrecognizable. She had studied Sherah well, mimicking not just her simplicity, but the calm fire that always rested behind her amber eyes.Ethan, standing by the veranda, froze when he saw her. His jaw tightened, unsure of what stunt she was about to pull now.“Ethan,” Sophia called softly, her voice steady—so unlike the usual shrillness he’d grown used to. “Can I have a moment?” She glanced at her parents, signaling them to wait by the door. Silas and Rebecca exchanged looks but obeyed.Ethan nodded stiffly. “Speak.”
In a Manhattan penthouse inside a well-lit home office stood the mysterious woman and her son. Staring at the information they have gathered over the months regarding the Hawke Family, Ethan Farwell, and everything who knew them.Their photos were posted on a white wall with personal information underneath their names. Like detectives trying to catch a criminal.Their likes, dislikes, friends, everything they could get a hold of, everything they could use in the incoming attack they are planning. Amidst everything, one photo stood out, circled in red pen, and was connected to both families ~Sherah~ the person that lawfully intertwined between Ethan and the Hawke Family.“The unwilling victim,” the man says while looking at Sherah’s photo.The woman hummed, “So Sherah is carrying Ethan Farwell’s heir or heiress, and he had no idea about it.” The mysterious woman commented. “Is this intel—” She hadn’t finished speaking when her son cut her off. “—Yes mother, it took me a hefty amount
At New York Medical Hospital, inside Eliot’s office, Sherah sat quietly, her head lowered, eyes full of sorrow as she cradled a cup of tea.“It’s strange, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “How someone can get so close to your heart without you even realizing... they’re slowly squeezing the life out of you with every beat.”Eliot’s breath caught. He didn’t know how to respond.Sherah noticed his discomfort and let out a soft, teary giggle. She squinted, fighting the tears threatening to fall. “Enough of the sadness,” she said, setting the cup down carefully. “Thank you for meeting me at such short notice. I know you’re always busy.” She forced a small smile. “Doctors always are, aren’t they?” She asks playfully.Eliot nodded, the corners of his lips lifting as he reached out and gently patted her hand. The simple gesture made Sherah feel safe, secure, and seen. She noticed his hand was colder than usual, and for some reason, her mind drifted to the gloves she h
The door burst open with a sudden clatter, immediately drawing Ethan and Sherah’s attention. Noel stepped in briskly, trailed by an elegant older woman in her late fifties whose refined demeanor softened the disruption. “Sorry to intrude,” Noel announced, his tone apologetic yet brisk. “Sir, Madam Kingsley forgot something in your office.”Madam Kingsley herself entered next, her face etched with a mix of concern and urgency. “I seem to have lost my bracelet during our meeting,” she declared, her distinct Aussie accent lending an air of elegance to her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes scanned the room as if expecting the missing item to materialize.Sherah glanced around and spotted a dazzling diamond bracelet resting in the corner of the sofa. “I believe this is yours, Madam Kingsley,” she said softly as she extended the bracelet with care. Ethan grinned as he observed the transformation in the usually aloof, meticulous shareholder—her stern façade melting e
The next day, early in the morning, the new divorce documents are sent to Sherah’s apartment. She hurriedly opened the brown envelope to check the terms Ethan had insisted on adding. Sherah’s eyes widened and her hands trembled as she read through the document. “An apartment in Manhattan, money worth $3,000,000, and 2% shares in Farwell Group. Is he insane?” She questioned.She then flipped the document and searched for Ethan’s signature—he didn’t sign. She bit her lip, “Is this another game of yours, Ethan? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She thumbed through the documents once again and, aside from Ethan’s lack of signature, she saw the address of the Manhattan apartment. “What the heck?” She muttered as she searched for the exact location of the property using her phone, “15 minutes away from the Farwell Villa. This man is playing me," she uttered while pinching the bridge of her nose. “This needs to end now.” She whispered as she caressed her belly. She could feel her baby