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 “I just heard you say… the investment funds are being withdrawn.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
ZeldaOnce you say something, you can’t take it back—no matter how much you might want to. I sighed, suppressing my frustration, and returned to my room. I grabbed a quilt and marched back to the living room, tossing it onto the sofa where James Ferguson sat with that maddeningly calm expression.“There,” I said curtly, turning on my heel to leave before I could say or do anything else I’d regret.But just as I reached the doorway, a strange sound broke through the quiet.My stomach growled. Loudly.I froze, horrified, as James’s gaze snapped to me. For a moment, we just stared at each other in stunned silence, and then it happened again—a long, drawn-out growl that left no room for denial.My face burned. This was beyond embarrassing. I’d been trying so hard to keep my cool, to maintain some dignity, and now… this?I instinctively covered my stomach, ready to bolt, but James moved faster.He reached out, and before I could react, his warm hand rested on my stomach.“Wh-what are you d
ZeldaI didn't sleep well at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I worried about Xander. In the middle of the night, I even woke up just to check his forehead. He seemed fine then, so I finally let myself drift off again.But when I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming into the room, something felt wrong.I turned my head and saw Xander lying next to me, bundled tightly in the quilt with his back to me. He wasn't moving."Xander," I said, reaching out to ruffle his messy hair. "The sun's already shining on your butt. Time for you lazy bums to get up!"No response."Come on, stop pretending. Get up so we can eat, and I'll take you home after breakfast..."I stopped mid-sentence, my voice catching in my throat. His little face was burning—scorching hot.Panic surged through me as I turned him over and froze. A large patch of blood stained the pillow beneath him, and his nose was still bleeding."Xander!" I shook him gently, but he didn’t stir."James! James!" I screamed, my voi
Zelda"Xander is sick. I brought him here."I stood there, uncertain how to face Yassir Hammer.Sensing my tension, he didn’t try to step closer. His voice remained calm, steady.“I tried to contact you these past two days to discuss your brother’s transfer to another hospital, but I couldn’t get through to you.”I pressed my lips together before answering, “Brother, I’m worried that my eldest brother won’t be able to handle the turbulence of the plane and the foreign environment. So I decided to leave him here.”Yassir was startled. “Didn’t we agree before? The research laboratory I told you about is ready to receive patients—”I shook my head firmly, cutting him off. “I won’t trouble you anymore, Senior Brother. I’ve made up my mind. Sorry.”I turned to leave, unwilling to continue this conversation any longer. But before I could take another step, Yassir’s voice—tense, uncertain—reached me from behind."Zelda, do you know something?"I hesitated. Since he brought it up, I might as
JamesI stood there, my gaze narrowing as Hammer spoke, trying to hide the fury bubbling inside me. His cold eyes, always so calm behind those damn white lenses, did nothing to cool the fire in me. He was talking about Zelda as if he had any right to as if she were his to concern himself with.“Zelda didn’t know about the marriage proposal earlier, and she didn’t know about it later,” he said, his voice clipped and unfeeling.And that’s when my anger finally broke through.I didn’t even try to hide it anymore.“Of course, it was intentional,” I snapped back. “I haven’t come to you to settle the score for what happened four years ago, but you'd better stay the hell away from her.”Hammer’s expression hardened, and I saw his anger flicker, barely contained. Good. He should know where he stood with me.“The Yassir family proposed marriage openly. Why not?&rdquo
I had been so panicked and disoriented that I didn’t realize the arms holding me were so familiar. But then, the deep voice came—"Hiss, let go, it's me." The recognition hit me all at once.It was James.The warmth of his body, the soothing pine scent that lingered in the air, finally grounded me. I’d been so tense, too focused on the chaos, that I hadn't even noticed how close he was.My body sagged into his arms, the tension leaving me as I realized who it was. But then my mind caught up with the situation, and I stiffened again. My heart hammered in my chest, and I bit my lip, still trying to process everything that had just happened. I had bitten him, and the reality of it hit me as I saw the blood."Why is there so much blood?" I blurted, my voice laced with surprise and guilt.I had barely even bitten him that hard, had I? But there it was, blood dripping down his hand, staining it.James shook off his hand, c
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