Elizabeth Stone had loved one man, Crimson Phoenix. But after six blissful years together, he shattered her heart and walked out of her life. Nothing could have prepared her for what came next: within months, he was engaged to her best friend, the beautiful and successful actress Celestine Ford, who was pregnant with his child. Now, four years later, Elizabeth thought she had escaped the scandal that had made her the most hated woman in Flintstone City. However, she is back as the heiress to a vast chain of resorts and hotels. Her life is thrown into chaos once again when her ex returns, begging for her forgiveness and a second chance. But can she truly forgive the man who was the reason she lost her baby?
View MoreI sat in the interrogation room, my heart beating so loudly that I feared they could hear it through the walls. I knew what was coming but I had prepared myself for it.The door opened, and in walked Detective Cavanaugh. He was a tall man with graying sandy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a stern expression. I felt like he could tear me to pieces just by looking at me.“State your name,” he ordered, taking the seat across from me.“Elizabeth Stone.”“And for the record, are you speaking to me voluntarily?”“Y-yes.”“Are you here to confess to murdering Philip Phoenix?”I nodded, avoiding eye contact as I did so. He had the eyes of a panther, and I feared that if I looked straight into them, he would see through my veil of lies.I had come this far, and I couldn't afford to get caught."Can you tell me what your relationship is with the murder victim?”“He’s my husband's grandfather.”“Are you close to the victim?”“No.”“Tell me what happened at the Summer House on the night of Septembe
The night was simply breathtaking. The sky was a stunning canvas, adorned with twinkling stars that shone like precious gemstones. The soft and refreshing breeze carried the sweet scent of the delicious food on the table. Treating Samantha to dinner was my way of saying goodbye, even though she may not have realized it. “Liz, what are you thinking? You seem so absorbed tonight,” she asked, noticing my distant gaze. I shifted my eyes away from the sky and turned to her, offering her a smile that was as bright as the chandelier lights. But beneath the smile lay a maddening sadness I didn’t want her to notice. “The sky is so beautiful... I couldn’t resist watching it.” It crossed my mind to tell her about my plans, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I knew she would be devastated if she heard the truth from me. I took a sip of my juice and pushed the negative thoughts to the back of my mind. I wanted to enjoy this moment, to cherish it beca
A frown creased my forehead. Apart from Crimson, I have no other ex. He was my first and last boyfriend.He smiled, showing a pair of dimples on his cheeks. “Kidding aside, it's me, Ryle Alexander. I attended Flintstone University, we're classmates on one subject.”I still don't remember him. “I'm the man you turned down before graduation.” He supplied which made my eyes widen in recognition."You're the smart boy with large spectacles and braces?” I gasped in disbelief.“That's me.” He sheepishly grinned. “So what brings you here?"“I've come to inquire about my grandfather's condition. His name is George Stone.”The smile on his lips disappeared as quickly as it arrived“Let's discuss this further in my office," he suggested.As soon as we entered the room, he gestured for me to take a seat before settling down into his own chair in front of a mahogany desk.“I know grandfather's condition so you don't have to keep the truth from me. Tell me everything please.”When Ryle met my gaz
I wanted to hear the truth, even if it would shatter my world and break me apart.He lifted his head, and his sad eyes focused on me. They appeared hollow and unblinking, as if I was staring into the face of a man who had given up all hope of living.“Please, just this once, Grandpa,” I pleaded. Desperation seeped from my tone. “... please... tell me the truth.”"Elizabeth," his voice was tired, matching his exhausted expression. "I know you won't believe me, but I… I didn't kill Philip. I hated the man he'd become — a despicable man who never kept his promises — but I could never bring myself to harm someone who was once like a brother to me."From the depths of my heart, I knew he was telling the truth. I felt a sudden relief, as if a thorn had been pulled out from my chest. Next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my face."Then why? Why did you have to admit that you killed him?" My voice reflected the heartbreak I felt."Because I have someone to protect, Elizabeth. So please
I didn't even resist, knowing how badly I needed it right now because the room was extremely cold.“Can I sit down?” he asked, gesturing to the seat next to mine.Although I may have preferred a bit more space between us, it would not be my place to refuse.“Suit yourself,” I replied with a shrug.Silence lapsed between us until it was broken by his voice.“I'm sorry, Elizabeth.”I stared at my lap to avoid his gaze, wondering what he could possibly be apologizing for.Was he sorry that my grandfather had killed his own? Sorry that I had been unwillingly pulled into this complicated situation? Or perhaps he was merely sorry for how miserable I appeared at that moment. Regardless, his words left me with more questions than answers."You don't have to apologize. None of us wanted this to happen," I murmured under my breath, holding up a hand to stop him from touching me when he attempted to comfort me. I didn't want to be consoled, especially not by him.I stood up and returned his jack
Shaking my head, I told myself he couldn't possibly know about my pregnancy since I hadn't told anyone who could have informed him.I put on a poker face. “I don't know what's running through your head, Mr. Phoenix. Accusing me of lying when I have nothing to gain is not only pathetic but also insulting.”His eyes searched mine. In a low and measured tone he asked, "Are you pregnant?"The confident smile on my face disappeared, replaced by a mix of surprise and fear.I tried to understand why he would ask such a thing. Did he hear from someone else that I was pregnant? But even if he hit home, I was still not going to admit anything. "Of course not! Why would you even ask such a preposterous question?”"Naturally, I must ask. The last time we were intimate, the condom broke.” "No, I am not pregnant," I insisted, praying he would buy it and leave me alone.The mere thought of him discovering my secret filled me with dread. If he knew that I was carrying his child, he would stop at no
I stood frozen in place at the sound of approaching footsteps."What are you doing?" Grandfather's voice boomed through the room and I jumped at the sound. I turned around to face him, my hands shaking as I tried to come up with a lie."I'm just looking for an aspirin," I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "My head is pounding, and I thought there might be some in here."Grandfather frowned suspiciously at me. “You know there's no need to rummage through the drawers like that. I keep the aspirin in a clearly labeled bottle on the top shelf.” “I just took the last one this morning, and I thought you might be keeping more in one of these drawers."Grandfather's expression softened, and he put a hand on my shoulder. "I apologize; I must have forgotten to refill it, but I'll buy some from the pharmacy tomorrow.”“I’ll do it, Grandpa. I’ll grab some aspirin from the pharmacy on my way to work tomorrow.”“If you insist,” he replied with a shrug. “I shall go back to my room no
Grandfather had left the house by the time I went downstairs in my work uniform. My head pounded with the onslaught of morning sickness. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to take an aspirin.Downstairs, I rummaged through the medicine cabinet. Inside, there was a transparent plastic container filled with a medley of different medicines for various ailments.I sifted through the contents with my fingers in search of a particular familiar packaging. Much to my dismay, I couldn't seem to find any aspirin.A bit frustrated, I decided to check the next cabinet. I reached for the handle and slowly pulled it open.A scream almost escaped my lips, and shivers ran down my spine upon seeing a fourteen-inch knife covered with dried blood.In my shock, I dropped the container of medicine I was still holding, and it scattered on the ground like a burst of colorful confetti.A sudden jolt of fear ran through my body, leaving me frozen in place.The question that plagued my mind was one that th
Taylor leaned forward; there was sympathy in his eyes as he looked at him. "None of it is your fault. You can't carry all the burden on your own, son."Crimson took the financial reports in his hand and felt the weight of all his responsibilities pressing down on his palms. "Is there any way for me to save the family business?""Proceed with the marriage to Celestine Ford, and all your worries will disappear. Her father, the Mayor, will give you the leverage you need."He heaved a sigh. The engagement with Celestine had helped a lot, and he managed to convince the investors not to pull out of the contract. But he couldn't keep relying on her or anyone. If there was another option, he would rather take it without binding himself to anyone."Is there any other option?" he asked.Taylor's expression sobered. He delayed his response by abandoning his chair to grab the bottle of vintage wine. He poured a couple of inches of the velvet liquid into a crystal glass before lowering himself bac
I never saw the divorce coming. It had been a perfect night. I watched my husband, Crimson Phoenix, dance with the birthday celebrant—my friend Celestine—while enjoying a glass of champagne. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and they moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. I was enjoying the moment until an unsettling feeling settled in my chest as I realized they were dancing a little too close. “Are you okay?” a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned and saw Mia, another close friend. I forced a smile, nodding, but inside, I felt a bit troubled. “You sure?” She tilted her head and crossed her arms underneath her breasts. “You’ve been a bit quiet.” I reasoned I was a bit tipsy from drinking Champagne. She bought the alibi and left to mingle with the guests. Once I'm alone, I sat down on the table and refilled my glass. A short while later, my husband joined me. "I think it's time we talked." He began. I set the glass down, preparing myself for what was comin...
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