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While walking to the OB-GYN department, Sherah’s stomach was in knots. She felt someone was watching her. She turned around but saw no one.Ethan was able to hide in one of the pillars.Eliot sensed her unease, held her hand, and led her inside, guiding her to a private wing where Harlene was already waiting.Ethan saw everything, and he was not happy about it. “Is Sherah…and Eliot...” He paused mid-sentence and covered his mouth. Inside the private wing.“Sherah,” Harlene greeted warmly, giving her a reassuring nod. “Come on in.”The room was comfortable and private—exactly what she needed. Sherah lay on the examination bed as Harlene prepped the ultrasound machine. The moment the cool gel touched her lower abdomen, a shiver ran through her.“Alright, let’s take a look,” Harlene said softly, moving the probe gently across Sherah’s belly.Eliot stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. Then, after a few moments of scanning, Harlene’s face softened. “There it
~I’ve been on… dating apps…~~One-night stands~~I hope I'll get a baby out of it.~Sherah’s words haunted Ethan. He can’t handle the idea of Sherah being intimate with other men. He expects her to wait at least a year before getting into a new relationship but seems like she’s too impatient to start a new life without him.He held his forehead, racking his brains out on how to deal with it. He didn’t want Sherah to flaunt herself like a cheap whore, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.He’s in deep thought when suddenly he receives a call from Silas. He didn’t answer the call and let it go to voicemail. After several minutes, he played the voicemail and Silas' words gave him an idea.Ethan gasped and then smirked as the voice message continued to play in the background. He found the perfect opportunity to take care of Sherah’s questionable dating plans.CONCURRENTLY…In the New York Medical Hospital Intensive Care Unit. The scent of antiseptic and fresh blood lingers
The cold steel bars of the holding cell pressed against Sherah’s back as she exhaled sharply, her mind racing. The accusations against her were outrageous—Sophia had attacked first, and now she was the victim, and those injuries she suffered were exaggerated. Sherah knew too well that the leg injury was an extreme fabrication to bend the truth.It was beyond frustrating. The officers seemed to isolate her from other police personnel. They haven’t logged her name on any documents. No paperwork was being processed.On top of that, they haven’t taken her side of the story. Worse, her attempt to post bail had been denied. Something was wrong. Someone was pulling strings.Outside the station, Ethan smirked as he ended his last call. Everything was going according to plan. Keeping Sherah under police custody, away from Eliot, and random men she might date was a stroke of luck he intended to fully exploit. He'd ensured her bail request was denied, leaving her trapped in a place where she co
In California...Eliot stepped out of the cab. His heart raced with anticipation as he navigated the bustling hotel lobby, his mind solely focused on the doctors' convention ahead—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to absorb cutting-edge medical innovations. Clad in a crisp suit and carrying his hastily prepared suitcase, he barely noticed the hurried pace of fellow doctors' luggage in hand.After he checked in, he got into his room and dropped his suitcase. He immediately made his way to the hotel’s conference area.Arriving at the sprawling convention center, Eliot’s eyes widened at the sight of modern architecture, vibrant banners, and an endless stream of brilliant minds discussing the future of medicine. Every step he took was fueled by the promise of new knowledge and professional growth. As he joined a group of enthusiastic colleagues at the registration desk, he exchanged nods and eager greetings, his focus unbroken by any lingering distractions from New York.In a quiet moment
5 hours ago…Officer Daniels, freshly out of the police academy, could vividly remember receiving a call from an unknown number. “It’s simple Officer. You need money, I want something done.” Rebecca’s voice is stern and dangerous.The moment those words were spoken, the officer received $150,000 on his account. When he saw the money, his face turned pale. “Who is this?” He questioned as he glanced around the precinct, checking if someone was pranking him testing his loyalty. “It's unimportant. The other half will be sent after the task is done.” Her voice is commanding and harsh. Officer Daniels didn’t want anything to do with it, but, given the situation he was in, he needed the money for his son, who was suffering from a life-threatening illness and needed surgery as soon as possible.Officer Daniels swallowed his pride and ego for his son. “I’m listening.”Rebecca smirked, “There’s a woman inside the Police Station. Her name is Sherah Farwell and I want her dead.” Her voice is
Chuckles and light conversations filled the Hawke residence as Rebecca shared a few of Sophia’s childhood stories over dinner.She giggles, “When Sophia was six years old, she told a boy that he could only date her if Silas approved of him. She’s too young, but she thinks like a mature woman. Not like other women out there. Will give themselves to the first guy who will make them feel special.” She expressed as she put a dig on Sherah. “Mom, you’re embarrassing me.” Sophia blurted out while patting Ethan’s hand. “Ethan might think I’m weird.”Rebecca extended her hand and patted Sophia, “I’m just telling the truth, dear.” Ethan grinned but glee didn’t reach his eyes.“Our Sophia always thinks like a fine lady,” Silas chimed in. Ethan nods perfunctorily with a slight grin on his face. At first, he enjoyed the stories Rebecca was sharing, but the more she spoke, the more he felt like it was a dig at Sherah.And the way they pictured Sophia as a mature fine lady did not sit well with
Ethan sat patiently while waiting for Sherah to arrive.As he sat on the chair, he couldn’t stop thinking about how she was released early. He knew he had 11 more hours before the police could process her. “Did Eliot help her?” He let out a mirthless crackle, “Of course he did.” He spat as he crossed his arms. His plans backfired immensely. He intercepted her bail to keep her inside so she could feel helpless and vulnerable.To keep her away from Eliot and meeting other men. To make her realize she still needs him, and she can’t move on. His grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles turning white as he replayed the video Officer Polar sent earlier.The video footage doesn’t have any audio, but he replayed it again and again. Each time, his stomach twisted a little more, but his focus never wavered. The attack was indeed Sophia’s doing. Despite knowing the truth, he couldn’t unhear Sophia’s trembling voice, her eyes wide with something between fear and desperation when he had
Ethan noticed a long, jagged scratch running across the driver's side door, ugly and deliberate. But that wasn’t all. His tires—every single one—had been slashed.Ethan’s fingers curled into fists as he exhaled sharply through his nose. His heart pounded, not in fear, but in cold, simmering rage.Slowly, he crouched beside the front tire, dragging his fingertips along the deep cut in the rubber. Precise. Intentional. Not a random act of vandalism.“Sherah.”His mind snapped to her instantly. It had her name written all over it. He could practically imagine hearing her laughter, with a smug little smirk as she walked away, thinking she had won whatever game they were playing.A dry chuckle escaped his lips—dark, humorless. "Cute, Sherah," he muttered under his breath.With one last look at his ruined car, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.The moment the line connected, he spoke.“Pick me up. I’m in Brownville.”After the call, a low, weary voice spoke. “Young man, you shouldn
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