Ximena’s POV
I was in my cell. My first trial was today. I wasn’t ready for this. My stomach grew butterflies. I clamped my sweaty hands together while hyperventilating.“You have to calm down, Ximena,” Lady Audrey told me. I nodded, but my banging heart wasn’t responding.I can’t face everyone. I can’t face being humiliated in front of everyone, especially my stepdaughter. She has tried her best for me. I am sure Mrs. Miles is going to do everything to send me to life imprisonment.“I can’t help it. I am losing it,” I said worriedly.“Everything will be fine,” she assured me while opening the gate. I nodded again.“Whenever you are hyperventilating, just take a deep breath. It helps a lot. Besides, you should think more about your little bundle of joy and stop worrying,” she added and smiled.But did that relieve me? Certainly not. It increased my anxiety. What if something happens to my baby after being sentenced to pXimena’s POVThe moment I entered, I halted abruptly, my soul departing from my body.“Hudson?” I called, my voice trembling. I almost tumbled over as I staggered forward.Their attention was drawn to me. Yes, you heard that right. Hudson was kissing Mila in the living room. Which Mila? I know you are going to ask. No other Mila, but my cousin sister.“Hello, dear sister,” Mila waved at me, smiling like the betrayal she was. But she wasn’t even my problem. My eyes were focused on Hudson who stared back at me. Was he feeling guilty? Certainly not. He was staring at me with disgust like he had been praying that I shouldn’t ever show my face.“Oh, come on, sis. Why do you look surprised?” Mila asked, resting her head against Hudson’s chest and doodling on it.“I guess you came to pack your bags?” she suggested with a sinister smile that irked my soul.“Just keep quiet!” I snapped, exploding with anger. How dare sh
Ximena’s POVI was shattered beyond repair. I don’t know if I was still feeling or just numb. I shuffled along the street, heading to Aunt Sadie’s place. Did she know? Was she behind this? Why didn’t she stop Mila from sneaking herself into my husband’s life? Why am I destined to lose everyone I ever cherished?“Hey, watch where you are going!” a cabby yelled as I was crossing the road without looking sideways. I ignored him and shuffled across the road, igniting indignant yelling from the drivers and causing chaos on the road.It was sunset already and it seemed like it was going to rain soon. I decided to take a cab to Aunt Sadie’s house. Walking is going to take me a whole year to reach her place.I met the door open and I entered. “Aunt Sadie?” I called.“Who is that? Hold on a minute,” she said.She came to the living room from the kitchen, cleaning her hands with a towel. She halted abruptly, staring at me like sh
Attorney Davey’s POVI couldn’t believe Ximena actually left the house. How could she be so naïve to go after the man who abandoned her in jail for many weeks? That was really disappointing.And where the heck could she be now? Did he accept her back? Is she okay? I was really worried about her. I don’t know why I’m feeling so uneasy. And it’s seriously downpouring.“Argh!” I banged on my steering wheel, erupting a loud horn from it.“Where the hell are you, Ximena? You know you don’t have a…” I paused the moment I saw her standing along the road, shivering with cold. He must have pushed her out of his house and that made me mad. I took a deep breath. At least, I have her back.Just then, a vehicle veered into my path, making me press down the brakes instantly. The same car ran Ximena over and sped off right in my presence.“Ximena!” I yelled, pushing my car door open and running out. She was lying lifeless on the road,
Hudson's POVMy feet planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't move as I watched my daughter dash up the stairs. Never before had I felt such overwhelming guilt. My heart beat furiously in my chest, while every inch of my skin felt like it was being torn apart. A throbbing headache seized my head. Ximena's words played on repeat in my mind, "If I leave, you will never see me again." Did she know she was going to die? I still couldn't believe what I had heard. What have I done? I was the one who killed her. Why couldn't I have been more understanding? Why didn't I make room for her? What came over me? Why did I push her away? And why didn't I listen to her? She had pleaded with me, begged me to see reason.I roared in frustration, dropping down to the ground. I had lost the love of my life. I had robbed my daughter of her mother- again. "You need to calm down, Hudson," Mila said, trying to comfort me."Don't touch me!" I bellowed, jumping up and running upstairs. Everything was my fault
Nevaeh's POVIt has been a few days since the tragic news of Ximena's untimely death. Just two days passed, and a swarm of reporters descended upon our villa, only to be halted by the vigilant security personnel guarding the entrance. What transpired between them and Grandma remains a mystery, as they departed without uttering a single word about the deceased Ximena. It felt as though she never existed in the first place. The broadcasting network has inexplicably gone silent on the details of her death. Even within the confines of our home, an eerie silence surrounds her. Not even my father speaks of her."Baby?" my father's voice penetrated the quiet, his form appearing in the doorway with a tray of food. I sat propped up against the headboard, immediately grasping for my phone, feigning ignorance of his presence.He set the tray down on the bed beside me. "Baby?" his hand touched my shoulder, causing me to recoil. I hastily shifted to the other side."The cook informed me that you'v
Nevaeh's POV"Fred?" I called, shuffling to the door."It's me, Nevaeh. Please open the door," he replied. I eagerly unlocked the door and threw myself into his arms without hesitation."How did you get here, Fred? Who let you in?" I asked, pulling back from the hug and closing the door behind us."I came to see you. No one can stop me," he said proudly."You are always so full of yourself," I teased. "Come on, sit down. What can I get you?" I asked."Can I just have a moment with you?" he asked, settling onto the couch. I playfully cuffed him on the shoulder."Don't be silly. Let me get you a drink," I said, turning to leave, but he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me back to sit beside him. I let out a surprised gasp."I don't want a drink, Nevaeh. I want to talk with you," he said seriously."Okay?" I emphasized, shrugging slightly."Tomorrow is prom night. Your dad mentioned you don't want to go. Why?" he asked.I groaned and sank deeper into the couch. "I just can't go, Fred. I
Four Years Later Ximena/Angela's point of view. “It was the reason you were allowed into his heart in the first place,” said the annoying woman in the white robe who always haunted me. “Stop bugging me!” I yelled at her. “Dead or alive, you should save your so-called husband and child. And for the record, I’m not in anyone’s heart,” I groaned. “Get out of here!” I pushed her back, frustrated. “Mommy?” I heard Tristan’s voice and opened my eyes. It was just a dream. I sat up in bed with a broad smile. Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captiva
Ximena/Angela's POVI swallowed hard, my voice lost under his intense gaze. God forbid I cheat on my husband, but this man was pure temptation. His eyes were an enchanting blend of earthy brown and mossy green, a hazel hue that shimmered like a sunlit forest glade, radiating warmth and depth that seemed to draw me in. His lips, a soft blush of rose petal pink, curved into a gentle smile; inviting and warm, like a summer sunset on a tranquil shore. They seemed to promise tender kisses and sweet surrender. I swallowed hard again. My eyes drifted to his biceps, straining against his sleeves. Everything about him captivated me effortlessly. And the bastard had rolled-up sleeves; my weakness in every man. Damn it.“What’s your name?” he asked after a moment of awkward silence.“I’m...my name is Angela,” I stammered.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angela. May I sit with you?” he asked. I nodded before I realized it. Damn it.“It’s rare to see a
Ximena/Angela’s POVIt’s been a year since all the incidents. Life has become more peaceful ever since. To Hudson, Morris and Alexa were our last enemies. They had masterminded Hudson’s confiscated goods and his arrest.I lost my supposed father to liver cancer a few months ago. I thought I was going to hate him forever for what he did to my mom and aunt, but as he battled with his own life, I had to let it go. I showed him how much I cared about him being my father; I wanted him to die a peaceful and happy death.My siblings, Remi and Ryan, have been wonderfully sweet. They loved me like we had known each other since childhood. I bet their mother must be one of a kind. I know some stepmothers can be a pain in the ass; I’m glad she wasn’t, even though I never met her. As for Nevaeh, she went for her master's alongside Remi and Ryan. They have been moving on well ever since.I have never been so fulfilled in my life.“Be careful,” I told Tristan, who was supportin
Nevaeh’s POVI knocked on the door, and Alexa opened it, her eyes flashing with evil as usual. I was holding a baby. They had wanted me to bring Raven to them. They intended to use her as bait to get whatever they wanted from my dad. I believed everything they said, so I obeyed them.“Welcome, sweetheart,” she grinned, leading me inside. “I thought you weren’t going to do it,” she said.“She has the Miles Lucas blood flowing through her veins; she couldn’t have gone against what would benefit her,” Morris said, standing up and walking toward me.“You said I was adopted,” I said, stepping back from him. “How do I suddenly have the blood of Miles Lucas running through my veins?”“You were raised by Hudson, so you must have inherited something from him,” he smiled, reaching out to take the baby from me.I stepped back. “What do you want to do with her?” I asked, my chest heaving.“Give him the baby, Nevaeh!” Alexa demanded, her voice tightening.“Not unt
Ximena/Angela’s POVI paced back and forth in the living room, my heart pounding in my chest. Rita’s number wasn’t going through, and Raven was missing from the house. I strongly believed Rita didn’t go out with her; she had never done that, but others said she might have, so we’ve been waiting for her.“Just calm down, Ma’am. She’ll be back soon,” Penelope said.“For how long? She’s been out for almost an hour, and her line isn’t reachable. I hope it’s not what I’m thinking,” I said, both anger and fear exploding within me.“Mommy?” Tristan called, entering the living room. “What’s wrong?” he wrote on his tablet.“Nothing, baby. Just go freshen up and change,” I told him, and he nodded, running upstairs.“What’s the matter, Angela? You sounded so urgent,” Hudson said as he rushed into the house. I was so scared I had to call him.“My baby is missing, Hudson. Someone took my child.”“How is that possible? We have security men in the house. Who took he
Nevaeh’s POVI was driving to their place when a car swerved into my path. I pressed down on the brake abruptly, lunging forward. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I was ready to go scream the person’s head off when I saw Ryan stepping out of the car. He walked up to me, knocking on the window. I slid down the window, glaring at him.“Hey, psycho. What’s up?”“Have you lost your mind, scum?” I groaned.“I was looking forward to that,” he smiled, leaning on the window. “I was bored at home, so I decided to come have some fun with you. Can we go out?”“Get your bloody hands off my car!” I yelled.“Should we go in my car or yours?” he winked at me. “I promise it will be fun.”I clenched my fists, my chest heaving with anger. Zoe’s call came in at the same time. “He likes you, Nev, give him a chance,” Zoe said.“You set this up?”“If he betrays you, I will be the first to kill him. Have fun,” she said, hanging up.“Bar or park?” Ryan asked, maki
Nevaeh’s POV I stormed into my room, slamming the door. I grunted, swiping my makeup box off the vanity table. Everything he said was true. All they want to do is hurt me. How can she mingle with my enemy? How dare she? “I hate you all!” I yelled, kicking the bed. I was seated on the bed, my head in my palms when someone knocked on the door. “Can I come in, please?” Angela said. I didn’t answer, but she entered. “Can we talk, please?” she asked. “Get out of my room!” I snapped, lifting my bloodshot eyes to her. “Just listen to me, Nevaeh. I won’t take much of your time,” she said, moving closer. She came to sit beside me. “Uh, I know you don’t want to see me and my kids in your dad’s house; we have made plans to leave. You don’t even have to accept me as Ximena. Forget I ever told you that; you can see me as Angela only, nothing more. I just want you to return to being the loving Nevaeh I used to know. Remember that we all love you,
Ximena/Angela’s POVThe revelation of me being Ximena didn’t settle well with Nevaeh. Instead of being happy that she finally had me back, she chose to be scared of the possibility. It has been over a month now, but the more she looked at Ximena’s picture, the more she doubted the possibility of me being her.“Hey, girl. How was your night?” I asked, setting the table. “I prepared your favorite.”“Ximena never cooked,” she declared, heading out.“Nevaeh, please,” I hurried to block her path. “I didn’t tell you the story to distance yourself from me. I thought it was necessary for me to be transparent. Besides, my intention was for you to learn from my story; to know that you can forgive Fred and be happy again. If you don’t want us to stay, we will go. Just stop making it awkward,” I said.“Then leave,” she said coldly, brushing past me.I stood frozen, unable to believe my ears. I knew she had been acting weird for a while, and I thought it was because of he
Nevaeh’s POVI headed out of my room with Angela. I was going to see Zoe for our little discussion. “Don’t do anything you will regret, Nevaeh, please,” Angela said.“I’m already regretting a lot,” I replied.“Where are you headed?” my dad asked as he approached.“I’ll see you later, Angela,” I ignored my dad and walked out.“I’m talking to you, young lady. Why are you ignoring me?” he grabbed my hand, pulling me back.“Let go of me!” I groaned, pulling my hand away from him. “Everything is your fault. If you had allowed me to go with Fred to Australia, this wouldn’t have happened. You’re always ruining my happiness,” I confronted him angrily.“Don’t talk to your dad like that, Nevaeh,” Angela interjected.“The sooner you stop taking his side, the better for us,” I declared and stormed out of the house.***I met Zoe at her house. Her parents were out, and she was in the living room, watching TV and eating popcorn. I went straight to the bar, poured myself a glass of liquor, and retur
Nevaeh’s POV The moment Fred opened the door, my heart skipped a beat. It had been a while, and I still felt this way. Without thinking, I embraced him. “I missed you,” I said, my voice low and uncertain. He pulled away. “We need to talk,” he said coldly, walking back into the living room. I followed suit, my heart still beating faster. “I didn’t know you got a new house,” I said, sitting on the couch as he sat down too. “Without wasting much of your time, Nevaeh,” he began, my throat knotted. This wasn’t the same Fred I used to know. He would never speak coldly to me. “Won’t you at least offer me something? Is that how to welcome your girlfriend?” I asked, tilting my head. He tapped his foot for over a minute before standing up and returning with a glass of red wine. I collected it from him and took a sip. “I didn’t like the attitude you pulled out there, Nevaeh,” he said. “Why would you start a fight at someone’s birthday party? I was
Ximena/Angela’s POVI couldn’t believe Nevaeh could be this naïve and gullible. How could she trust that bastard so much to love him like this? After crying so much, she dozed off, and I returned to the living room. I didn’t find Hudson there, so I thought he had gone to bed. I turned off the TV and sank into the couch, relaxing my head against the headrest.“How is she?” Hudson asked suddenly, startling me. I gasped, looking at him. He sat beside me, holding out a glass of water.“Thank you,” I collected the water from him, taking a sip. “She’s asleep now,” I informed him.“Do you know who the guy is?” he asked, crossing his legs and facing me.“Of course. It’s the same Frederick, her childhood friend,” I replied.“Frederick Archer?” he asked, and I nodded.“Frederick has been away for so long. How could she still harbor feelings for him? Besides, they were just teenagers when they separated.”“Love doesn’t kno