How many lies would you generate to hide your unborn child from a man who openly told his friend? ~The baby should never see the light of day.~ Scene in Chapter 2: Shattered Heart ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #SherahHawke #EthanFarwell Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! Goodbye My Love & Alpha's Last Chance
~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
“It's the 30th day and Ethan should respond to my petition. It's also his birthday next week…” Sherah gasped. “... So it would be a double celebration for him.” She muttered to herself while sweeping the dog hairs on the floor.She then remembered the gloves that she was supposed to be knitting for him and the cake she was planning to bake for the special day. The memory made her smile bitterly. “Good days,” she whispered as she slowly dripped in nostalgia for the love she used to believe. She sighed deeply. “Now here we are.” She kept on muttering as the chaos in her mind slowly drowned by the constant barking of the dogs waiting patiently for their owners to pick them up.—Then an icy, arrogant female voice echoed in the Pet Salon.“So… this is what you do now?” Rebecca Hawke uttered while glancing around the store with a judgmental gaze expensive bag in hand, wearing a coat that cost more than Sherah’s annual income. Sherah didn’t even bother to look at Rebecca. “Of course, the pa
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
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 consolatio
“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