I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening as Hilder Ferguson’s hands closed around my neck. I could feel the pressure building, but my brain was too slow to process anything. The sheer intensity of her anger made everything blur, and I couldn’t react in time.But before I could even gasp for air, I heard a voice behind me, sharp and commanding."Enough."James Ferguson’s hand seized Hilder's, pulling her away from me effortlessly. With one motion, he threw her to the floor. My heart raced, both from the panic of the moment and the relief that I was no longer in immediate danger. But his voice, cold and disapproving, cut through everything."You’ve been locked up for a day and a night, and you still don’t know what’s wrong?"I didn’t know how to respond, my mind still reeling from the sudden confrontation. As James pulled me toward him, I cast a glance at Hilder, now crumpled on the floor, her face pale and haggard, her eyes wide with fear. I couldn’t help but notice how
ZeldaThe car was suffocating. Every breath felt heavy, the air thick with unspoken accusations. James Ferguson, his face a mask of icy indifference, sat beside me, his presence radiating a chilling coldness that seeped into my bones. Hilder Ferguson's words echoed in my mind, a venomous snake slithering through my thoughts."Did the Yassir family really propose marriage to the Ferguson family five years ago?" James Ferguson's voice, low and dangerous, broke through the suffocating silence. "You really didn't know about this?"James's words, like a physical blow, sent a wave of nausea crashing over me. My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I stared at him, disbelief and fury warring within me."What do you mean? Do you think the same as Hilder Ferguson, that I drugged your drink to avoid marrying Hammer Yassir?"The silence that followed was deafening. His brow furrowed, his gaze piercing, and I saw it in his eyes – the chilling suspicion, the deep-seated doubt. He actually believed it
ZeldaWronged? Hurt?How could I not feel aggrieved? I had been wronged for years. Five long, relentless years of being misunderstood, judged, and condemned.I had done nothing that night—absolutely nothing—but overnight, I became the laughingstock of the upper-class society. People whispered, sneered, and outright labelled me a slut who slept with her brother. Their disdain and mockery knew no bounds.In everyone's eyes, I was ungrateful, sinister, and greedy—a parasite feeding off the Ferguson family. The weight of their judgment bore down on me, and no matter how many times I wanted to scream the truth, no one would hear it. No one wanted to hear it.At the time, I convinced myself it didn’t matter what others thought of me. If he believed in me, it would be enough.But he didn’t.The man who should have stood by me, who should have seen the truth in my eyes—he looked at me with the same contempt as the rest. He trampled me underfoot and cast me into a hell I couldn’t escape.For y
JamesI sat in the backseat of the car, staring out the window at the figure of Zelda Liamson walking away.I kept my expression blank, unwilling to betray the thoughts swirling in my mind.“Follow her,” I instructed, my tone calm and controlled.The driver, accustomed to my clipped orders, nodded and slowly began trailing behind her.As I watched her get into a taxi, my chest tightened. She didn’t break. Not outwardly, at least. No tears, no hesitation—just that composed mask she wore so well. But I knew better. Zelda wasn’t one to show her emotions easily. I worried she’d shatter the moment she was out of sight."Boss, do you want to keep following her?" the driver asked, his voice cautious.I glanced at the taxi’s license plate. “No,” I replied, leaning back in my seat. “Let her go. Head to the western suburbs.”I didn’t need to hover over Zelda. She’d be fine—or at least, she’d pretend to be. Either way, there were more pressing matters to handle.By the time I arrived at the aban
ZeldaIt took me a while to fully grasp what had happened after being questioned at the police station. Piece by piece, I unravelled the chain of events—one more unbelievable than the last.Apparently, right after I left the hospital, Jian had gotten into an argument with Susan Wenger. Typical Jian, I thought, always diving headfirst into chaos. But this time, her recklessness had turned into an unexpected advantage.Jian had called the police on the spot, accusing Susan of bullying, online slander, and orchestrating a plan to incite trouble and blackmail at the hospital. And as if that wasn’t bold enough, she waved the phone of the tall man who had been live-streaming in Susan’s face.I could almost see the scene in my mind: Susan's face shifted from smugness to panic as Jian cornered her. Jian, of course, had been prepared. It seemed Susan had panicked so badly that she sent someone to steal the phone back.The guy she sent? He walked right into Jian’s trap.The police had arrived i
JamesI stood there watching Zelda's car disappear into the distance. My gaze lingered longer than I intended, and for a moment, I felt the weight of what was left unsaid. With a sigh, I turned and walked back to my own car.The driver had already helped Susan Wenger in the back seat. He opened the door for me, waiting for instructions. But I didn’t step in. My eyes fell on her pale figure, sprawled weakly against the seat.“Send her back to the Wenger family,” I said coldly, my voice devoid of emotion. “Tell Mr Wenger to figure out how to secure the investment money later.”“Yes, Mr. Ferguson,” the driver replied, nodding.Just as the door was about to close, Susan stirred. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she forced herself to sit up, clutching the seat for support.“James,” she said weakly, her voice trembling. “I just heard you say… the investment funds are being withdrawn. Did I hear that wrong?”I stared at her, unimpressed by her theatrics. “You’re not going to keep pretend
That night, I lay in bed, the soft hum of prenatal education music playing from my phone on the bedside table. I shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position when the familiar chime of a massage broke the stillness.Reaching for my phone, I smiled faintly when I saw the sender: Xander Ferguson.It had been a while since I last visited Xander, but we kept in touch through daily messages."What is this kid doing up so late?" I murmured, tapping on the notification to open the message.It was a video.Curious, I clicked on it, but the smile on my face disappeared as I watched the content. My chest tightened, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Without thinking, I replayed the clip, needing to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.Xavier had secretly recorded James standing in their small living room, his expression cold and authoritative. Mrs. Chen, Mrs. Little, and Hellen Ferguson’s game friends—stood there, pale-faced and visibly shaken as James berated them. Moments later, they hur
JamesI stood there, my expression cold as I grabbed Xander Ferguson by the collar, lifting him effortlessly. The boy wriggled, glaring up at me as I said impatiently,"Like or dislike?"I studied the child, my tone more commanding than questioning. I thought to myself, Do they think emotions are this simple? Do they really think these things can be resolved with a single word—like or dislike?The entanglement between Zelda Liamson and me was too deep, too tangled in memories, pain, and choices. It was far more complicated than anything a child-like Xander could comprehend.Xander, however, was not one to be cowed. He buried his head in my waist, gave a loud snort, and pushed away from me.“Brother, you’re hopeless!” he declared, and with that, he darted toward Zelda, who stood not far off.“Sister!” Xander called out, throwing himself into her arms. “You should get a divorce and love someone else. Loving one person is too tiring. You should love seventy or eighty people instead!”I t
ZeldaAs the door shut, James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides.James stood motionless, staring at the door, his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought he might break.Mr Ferguson was the first to speak, his voice firm but not unkind.“James, I know you’re angry, but she’s still your mother.”James let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Still my mother?” His voice wavered. “What kind of mother does this to her child? What kind of mother lets him suffer for years and then—then when the truth comes out, she refuses to even acknowledge it?”His father sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “She’s scared, James. Scared of losing everything she’s built, scared of what the truth means.”James turned on him, pained.“And what about me? Does she care how scared I was? How much I lost? How I spent years believing I was the mistake, that everything that went wrong was somehow my fault?”Helen’s voice trembled from the doorw
ZeldaI sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the divorce papers I had once been so ready to sign. My hands rest over my stomach, where our child—my child—grows.I told myself I wouldn't cry over James Ferguson again. But here I am, my heart still aching in ways I wish it wouldn't.He had always been my saviour. When I was just a scared thirteen-year-old girl, lost and alone, James had taken me in. I admired him, idolized him. But then admiration turned into something else. Love. The kind that consumed me, that I could never shake off, no matter how hard I tried.But James had never seen me that way.First, it was Susan Wenger... I watched as he gave everything to Susan, how he smiled at her the way I had always wished he would look at me. And when Susan was gone, I thought—maybe—just maybe, James would see me.But then came Luoxing.And that had been the final proof I needed to know the truth. I was never going to be James's first choice.That was why I decided to leave. I refused t
JamesThe Bai estate was as grand as ever, standing as a symbol of power, wealth, and the history that bound our families together.Or so I thought.I stepped inside without hesitation. No one stopped me. They never would. For years, I had been welcomed here like a son.I had thought I was.But tonight, the weight of betrayal clung to me like a second skin, suffocating, inescapable and true.As I entered the main hall, I found them all gathered—Mr. Bai, Mrs. Bai, and their daughter, Bai Luoxing.The moment they saw me, Luoxing was the first to react. She stood up, her eyes filled with something between relief and hesitation."James!"I lifted a hand to my head, stopping her in her tracks.She hesitated, then slowly sat back down, casting a quick glance toward her mother.Mrs Bai, ever composed, sat calmly at the head of the table, an air of relaxed control around her. She didn’t look surprised to see me.She probably didn’t know that I knew everything.Mr. Bai, on the other hand, was
JamesA slow, numbing realization crept over me, drowning out everything else.The Bai family hadn’t just manipulated me.They had shaped my entire life."They couldn’t just bring Luoxing back," Dom continued, his voice low. "Not when the whole world was looking for her. Not when they hadn't gotten anything from their attempt. So they kept her hidden, cared for her, made sure no one found her."I barely heard him. My mind was already racing ahead, connecting pieces I had never thought to question before."But the Ferguson family—" My voice caught. "We never stopped searching for her.""And that’s exactly what they wanted."I snapped my gaze to him."Think about it, James." Dom leaned forward, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face."Your parents. Your grandmother. You. You were all drowning in guilt, haunted by the loss of a little girl you thought you failed to protect. You clung to Madame Bai and saw her as a second mother because she was grieving too. She played her role p
JamesThe air in the car was filled with tension, Zelda's rigid posture and clenched phone screaming her silent fury at me. I deserved it—every bit of her anger, every cold shoulder. But damn if it didn't carve a hollow ache in my chest.Then my phone buzzed, slicing through the suffocating quiet.I answered, and within seconds, the tension in my shoulders eased."We found Dom."The words sent a rush of grim satisfaction through me. Finally. After all the hunting, all the dead ends—we had him.My grip tightened on the phone. "Alive?""Barely. He's talking."Good.I glanced at Zelda, still stubbornly turned away from me, her reflection faint in the window. This changed everything. With Dom's testimony, the Bai family's carefully constructed lies would crumble.But first—"Keep him secure. I'll be there soon."Hanging up, I studied Zelda's profile. She thought this was about the divorce. About me stalling.She had no idea the storm that was coming.And for once, I'd be the one to shield
JamesMadam Bai’s fingers combed through Bai Luoxing’s hair with practised tenderness, her voice saccharine."Don’t cry. Mom knows your heart is too soft—you would have stopped me if you knew."Then she lifted her chin, her blind eyes fixed in my direction with eerie precision."James, I only helped your wife leave because she wanted to. I didn’t want you two to become bitter enemies. You may not understand my intentions, but the truth is, this all started with her desire to run. Luoxing is innocent."Innocent.The word tasted like ash."So sending men to hunt her down—was that also a favour?" My voice was lethally quiet.Madam Bai’s wrinkled face twisted in feigned confusion."Hunt her? James, I only sent people to find her after she disappeared! For her safety! And my nephew—where is Dom? Did you see him?"Zelda stiffened beside me. I could almost hear the furious drum of her heartbeat.I stared at the woman who had once been like a second mother to me.Even now, faced with the trut
JamesMy lashes lowered, hiding the smug satisfaction in my gaze as I buried my face against her again. Good. She didn’t push me away this time.Then— Thump.Something struck the side of my face.I froze.Before I could process it, another hit—this time square on the bridge of my nose. Not painful, but sharp, like a tiny jolt of electricity.My head snapped up, eyes wide."Was that… Littleton?"Zelda’s lips curled, amusement flickering in her gaze before she pressed them flat again."Littleton’s here to teach you some manners," she said dryly.Of course, it was Littleton.Even in the womb, my kid couldn’t stand watching their shameless father grovelling like this and decided to intervene.A stunned laugh caught in my throat.I stared at the slight swell of her belly, then slowly raised my hand, pressing my fingers where I’d been kicked. The impact had been soft, muted by layers of flesh and fluid, but it sent a current straight through my chest.My heart hammered—not from fever, but s
JamesThe pain in my chest was sharp, unrelenting, as I watched her smile—so effortless, so free. As if I meant nothing.If it were up to me, I’d never let her go.Especially not now, with those men hovering around her like vultures, waiting for their chance. But I couldn’t do anything. Not anymore.I didn’t dare to force her, didn’t dare to manipulate things behind her back like I used to. One wrong move, and she’d slip even further from my grasp.And then there was Dom. Until he was dealt with, she wasn’t safe here."Don’t worry," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "I’ll fulfil your wish this time. Consider it… compensation for the wedding."That damned wedding. My fault. All of it.Maybe ending this marriage was the only way to truly start over. She looked at me then, her eyes searching mine, and for the first time, she saw it—my resolve. No tricks, no games. This was real.Her lashes fluttered, her grip on my collar loosening as she whispered,"So after we land…
ZeldaOf course I couldn't bear it.I never wanted to compete with Bai Luoxing for anything. She was the one who forced her way into my marriage. Even then, I retreated—step by step, until I'd put an ocean between us.Yet the Bai family still wouldn't let me go. They wanted me dead. How vicious could they be?But Leiy hadn't said much earlier. Even I was only guessing. Did James... already know it was them?My eyes widened in shock. "You knew? Bai Luoxing helped me leave the country, and the Bai family has been hunting me since I landed—"His face darkened at the mention of my escape. "How else do you think I found you?"I pressed my lips together, then let out a cold laugh."Well, color me surprised. I thought even if I accused the Bai family, you'd assume I was just smearing their name out of spite."The pain that flashed across his face was sharp enough to almost make me regret my words. Almost.His chest heaved, and before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the back of my