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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
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
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 open
Ethan and Sherah lay on the bed they’d shared for over five years, the familiar space now heavy with memories. Ethan gently touched his reddening cheek and teased, “In two months, you have slapped me five times.” Sherah, glancing away, her cheeks slowly turning scarlet. “Ten.” She muttered softly. “What?” He asks in confusion as he can only remember five instances. “10 times. I secretly slapped you 5 times when you first got into my apartment and slept on my mattress,” she explains casually. He grunted, “That explains why my cheek hurt that time. I thought it was because of that thin mattress of yours.” He whispered pitifully. She frowned, “You deserve it.” She commented in conviction. He nods vigorously. “I do. I really do.” Sherah got up from the bed and headed to the door. “Where are you going? I thought you agreed to stay in the Villa for the night?”She stopped moving, then turned to face him. “I did. I’m going to the guest room.”“Why?” he asks in confusion.She smiled fa
~RRRRRINNNNG!~~RRRRRINNNNG!~~RRRRRINNNNG!~The sound of an alarm clock blares in Eliot’s apartment. Still half asleep, eyes still closed, Harlene blindly turns off the alarm clock on the bedside table. She’s about to get up from bed when suddenly Eliot grabs her arm and cuddles her back to bed.“There’s no point in getting up early. It's Sunday. Let’s sleep more.” He muttered in a raspy voice, and then his stomach started making a sound. She chuckles. “Seems like someone's hungry. How about I cook breakfast?”She suggested while planting a kiss on his forehead.“Then we eat.” She continued speaking, then kissed him on his cheeks. “Then we can return to sleep.” He grinned and then kissed her passionately on the lips. “Can I have dessert before breakfast?” he asked as he moved on top of her. Pinning her on the bed while kissing her neck.MEANWHILE, in Farwell Villa…Ethan extended his arm to the other side of the bed but no one was there.“Sher! Darling!” He called loudly as he qui
Ethan received a message from his private investigator, Brooke, with Eliot’s contact information.He dialed the number without delay, but Eliot was busy in bed with Harlene, and all of Ethan’s calls went unanswered.His face contorted with annoyance and concern, and without hesitation, he drove to Eliot’s apartment.Within 15 minutes, he arrived at a luxury apartment in upper Manhattan. He erratically and frantically pressed the doorbell repeatedly.When he didn’t hear any movements from inside. He starts banging on the door. “ELIOT!” He yelled. “ELIOT!” “Eliot! Open the damn door!”Soon Eliot hurriedly opened the door, still half-naked, his robe barely covering his chest. Ethan could see the hickeys on Eliot’s neck and chest and all he could see was red.He abandons all logic and reasoning. His jaw clenched in rage, he couldn't imagine his wife in bed with someone else. Eliot, on the other hand, grimaces in annoyance at the shock, “Ethan? What the heck are you doing here?” He as
Hello Readers,Chapter 62 will be the final update for March 2025.Content Warning: The upcoming chapters in April may include scenes depicting violence and other potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed with caution.See you on April 1.Lots of Love, Latton Ripley
Ethan and Eliot sat quietly in the living room.Ethan held his busted lip while staring at the scarf and pair of female gloves on the table beside a brown paper bag with the name ~Harlene~ written in Sherah's handwriting.Soon Harlene joined them. Her hair is still dripping wet from taking a shower. “What the fuck is happening here?” She asked the two men.Ethan lowered his head. He can’t look at her directly after almost seeing her naked. He turns his head to Eliot. “You have a girlfriend, and you're acting too friendly with my wife,” he accused.Eliot crossed his arms, “Soon to be ex-wife.” He corrected him. “And for your information… Sherah and I are just friends and this woman who deserves an apology is my fiancée.” He said with a stern voice.Harlene’s face blushed. This is the first time Eliot calls her his fiancée. She nods in agreement. “I can confirm they are only friends, and I’m friends with her too.” She chimed in. Ethan heaves deeply, then a light smile escapes his lip
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