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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
Sophia did not take his father's words seriously and stayed abroad even after he tried his very best to bring her back. Without any reaction from the Hawke family after Ethan sends photo after photo and more proof that he’d been dating Sherah his plans slowly get derailed and his annoyance is obvious. That slowly affected his working environment. He nearly lost his temper in one of the meetings when he received another image from Brooke. Another photo of Sophia partying this time in a yacht. His grip tightened around his phone, his jaw clenched. Everyone in the room could feel the shift in his mood. Before he could explode, his friend James—who was also part of the Farwell Group's legal team—exchanged glances with Secretary Noel and nudged Ethan to take a break. On that lunch break, Ethan returned to his office only to find Sherah waiting for him. When he saw her he felt conflicted but he couldn’t bring his bad temper around her. “What brings you here?” He asked. She
Presently…It was Sherah's 26th birthday and Ethan had left the country without even greeting her. While Eliot who she had known for only a month had wished her a happy birthday the moment the clock struck midnight. Even Grandma had sent her a cake that morning.Later, Eliot invited her to drop by the hospital, saying he had a gift for her. Though hesitant, Sherah agreed, wanting to personally thank him for everything he had done.As the day progressed, greetings from the maids and Farwell employees who knew her contact information started to pour in. Their greetings and appreciation warmed her heart but it was not enough as she still longed for her husband and the things he used to do for her. He used to wake her up with a birthday cake at midnight while singing Happy Birthday.Sherah had finished gathering all her belongings and already called a moving van to send her things to a storage unit. Shortly, she walked into the Farwell Group’s towering headquarters, her expression unreada
Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w
Madam Farwell had been unsettled by Fallon Kingsley’s sudden presence in her life. There was a powerful, inexplicable urge to keep the young woman close. Her maternal instincts screamed to protect Fallon—yet she couldn’t understand why.The thought gnawed at her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on her day-to-day routines. At one point, she found herself standing motionless in her room, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing.Her gaze drifted to the framed photo on her dresser—A photo of her, Ethan, and Sherah on the young couple's wedding day.Sherah was wearing an elegant white dress. She was all smiles, while Ethan looked unsure why he was there.“Stupid boy,” the Madam scoffed.And then, suddenly, the mystery unraveled."It was the eyes." She mumbled to herself as she stared at Sherah's eyes intensely.Fallon’s eyes were almost identical to Sherah’s—but colder. Hardened. As if they had seen something unspeakably horrific. A woman who had not just endured grief…
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
In the middle of Sophia’s disappearance.Ethan indifferently sat at a bar with his friends James and Allan, each nursing a drink. The air buzzed with quiet music and low conversation.“Tomorrow will be the fourth year of Sherah and Sean's death. I think it’s time you started dating again,” Allan suggested, breaking the awkward silence. Ethan shot him a cold look—the kind that could stop a heart.Allan quickly backed off, raised his hands in surrender, but added carefully, “Man, you need to get yourself out there. I don’t think Sher would mind. She wanted you to be happy, remember?” His eyes darted towards James, silently begging for backup.Ethan nearly choked on his beer.James glanced away, letting Allan dig his own grave. “I don’t want to be part of this.” He murmured to himself as he quietly took a sip of his drink. “What about Sophia?” Allan asked curiously."What about her?" James challenged coldly, squinting his eyes, watching Ethan’s reaction closely.“I saw the news… she nee
On a deserted road, one hour outside of New York City.A black van entered a vacant plot of land. Inside the vehicle were two people wearing pure black clothing and matching caps and face masks to hide their faces. Nathan, in the driver’s seat, vibed to music playing softly on the radio while Fallon, seated in the front passenger seat, stared out the window, fixated on the stars. Nathan noticed it.“Are you into constellations?” he asked while glancing at her discreetly.“No,” Fallon replied flatly.Nathan gestured upward. “That one’s Orion,” he said, pointing toward a cluster of stars.“Orion.” The word stirred something inside her, faint, nostalgic—but she couldn’t place it.“It means ‘THE HUNTER, ’” he added as his face turned serious. He then grinned devilishly. “Shall we begin Phase Two?” He asked, changing the topic and shifting the mood inside the car to something malevolent. Soon, the van rolled to a stop. At the end of the road was an abandoned rice mill. They stepped out of
The Next Day...Ethan began his morning buried in paperwork, reviewing proposals for the upcoming bidding. The Farwell Group was searching for a company capable of creating unique software for their newest TV model—something cutting-edge yet cost-effective. The decision carried significant weight; the chosen vendor would receive a massive downpayment, which made Ethan adamant about strict qualifications. The company needed to be well-established with at least four years of clean financial standing. As he skimmed through each folder, some proposals were immediately discarded—too risky, too young, or too ambitious with nothing to back it up. By the time he finished the initial screening, a large portion of the submissions lay crumpled in the bin. Still, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. It had been a productive day. Wanting to share the moment—his success, his thoughts, the rare lightness in his chest—he drove to the cemetery. Two baskets of flowers rested on the passenger s
Nathan ran out, scanning the area as he weaved through guests and staff in disarray. He finally spotted her in the parking lot, waiting in the passenger seat of the car, her face pale under the dim lights.He rushed to her side and opened the door."What happened? Did Ethan catch you?" he asked, breathless.She slowly shook her head."No." Her voice was faint. She didn’t look at him.Nathan’s face softened. "I thought something bad had happened to you." He extended his hand and gently caressed her face."My head hurts," she murmured, pressing her fingers to her temple.He knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. Her body felt cold, like she’d been holding her breath the entire time."Come on," he said softly. "Let’s go home… and watch how this disaster unfolds."He smiled as he closed the car door, casting one last glance at the chaos behind them."They’ll be talking about this for weeks or even months." He said proudly.As Nathan drove away from the chaos, Fallon leaned h