The cool milk was a small comfort, a fleeting moment of normalcy before the day truly began.
"Grandma isn't home?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"She went to church," the servant confirmed, "praying for you and Mr. James Ferguson. A happy marriage and a son soon."
My heart clenched. For us. For a future that felt increasingly like a cruel joke. " The words, a hollow promise. And now, the baby. Their baby.
Why? Why did he have to look at me with those eyes, offer me a glimpse of something real, when his heart belonged to another? Grandma would be so disappointed.
I was about to escape, to find some semblance of peace, when Hellen Ferguson arrived, her face set in that determined, maternal line.
"Zee, mom made some soup for you."
"I'm full," I said, but it was a futile attempt. The bowl, heavy and steaming, was thrust into my hands. "Just a bowl," she insisted, her voice laced with a gentle, yet firm, command. "You're pregnant no
ZeldaHis voice, even through the phone, held a hint of surprise."You misunderstood, I just wanted to ask for clarification."Clarification? As if anything he said could change the fact that his mother had fed me… that. As if anything he said could erase the image of him rushing to Bai Luoqi’s side."Don't ask me," I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Whatever your mother says is what it is.""Zelda Liamson, don't get angry with me."A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You're wrong," I said, the words laced with a cold, sharp edge."Women throw tantrums because they want to be coaxed. Is it useful to throw tantrums with you? Besides, only people who don't want to be separated will throw tantrums." If a woman truly intends to walk away, she won't waste her energy on anger. She'll simply… leave.I was about to end the call when a woman's voice, soft and gentle, drifted through the speaker."James, you haven't had time to eat breakfast since you came to the hospital, right? I asked t
ZeldaThe studio lights felt harsh, not the warm embrace of the stage, but a clinical scrutiny. Four years. Four years away from the flashbulbs, the runways, the curated poses. I, Zelda Liamson, was attempting a comeback.Song, a titan in the fashion world, a woman who’d launched countless careers, watched with a cool, detached expression. I understood her scepticism. A model returning after such a long break? It was practically unheard of. I was a relic, a faded photograph compared to the vibrant, fresh faces that dominated the scene.So, I posed. I let my body remember the angles, the expressions, the subtle shifts that conveyed a thousand unspoken stories. I moved with a practised grace, a fluidity born from years of training. It wasn't about proving anything, not initially. It was about finding that spark again, that connection to the lens, to the art of transformation.I felt the subtle shift in the room. Song's gaze sharpened, her posture straightening slightly. The initial disi
It was Jim. He stood between James Ferguson and the exit, an immovable barrier."This is a matter between us, we will discuss it when we get back home, get out of the way," James Ferguson’s voice was a low, dangerous growl.Jim, however, remained unfazed, his expression calm and collected."Since Mr. Ferguson wants to discuss it, why not ask Mrs. Ferguson what she thinks now? Why not give her a chance to speak?"The air crackled with tension, a silent battle of wills. I seized the opportunity, biting down on James Ferguson’s hand and pushing him away."I want to join the show!" I declared, my voice trembling but firm.James Ferguson’s expression softened, but his eyes held a steely resolve."You are pregnant, don't be willful." He reached for me, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "If you want to model or design, you can do that occasionally at home. But before you join the fashion modelling agency again, you should wait until Little One is born, okay?"I stepped back, shaking my head
JimNan's worry was a palpable thing, a raw, youthful anxiety that filled the space. He took a step forward, his expression a mix of indignation and concern."Brother, are we just going to watch him take that person away? It's clear that my sister didn't volunteer!"I glanced at him, my expression impassive."Why don't you go and beat James Ferguson up and get her back?"His eyes lit up, a spark of impulsive action igniting within him. He even began to roll up his sleeves."James Ferguson worked as a mercenary abroad, and he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood," I said, my voice low and even. "By the way, the last person who offended him seemed to be the one named Duan Kun who was on the social news."The name hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Duan Kun's fate was a stark reminder of James Ferguson's capabilities.Nan’s enthusiasm deflated instantly, his half-rolled sleeves suddenly feeling very restrictive."So you're just going to leave it alone?" he asked, hi
JianI sprinted out of the theatre, my heart pounding in my chest. I had landed a small role in a new drama, but since it was a minor character, I hadn't bothered to come to the set today. Then Yuell called his voice a mixture of panic and desperation.Apparently, the director had decided to add a more intimate scene between him and the female lead, and he needed me to stand in for her.Yuell, bless his soul, was notoriously camera-shy when it came to intimate scenes. He'd begged me to come, threatening to sabotage my role if I refused. I'd managed to talk him down, but the whole experience had left me shaken.When I finally left the theatre, I saw Zelda standing there, her face pale, her eyes filled with unshed tears. James Ferguson stood beside her, his expression a mixture of anger and something that might have been… remorse. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, hard mask."Fool Ferguson! What did you do to Zeezee again?! She's still pregnant. A pregnant w
ZeldaA sigh escaped my lips, a weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Even after confirming my rehearsal with Song, a dull ache settled in my chest. Looking out the car window, the world blurred a mere backdrop to the chaos within me."How about we meet Sia some other time?" Jian's voice, laced with concern, broke through my reverie.I appreciated her understanding, and her ability to see the exhaustion that clung to me."No," I insisted, a flicker of something akin to joy sparking within me. "I'm happy today, just today! Besides, I might not have so much time when I join the fashion show tomorrow."The Building, a hidden gem, was our chosen venue. Jian’s connections had secured us a private room, a testament to its popularity. Sia was running late, still caught up in her crew's schedule. I used the time to escape to the restroom, seeking a moment of solitude.But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Stepping out of the room, I found myself face-to-face with Susan, Li
ZeldaI stood there, frozen, the hallway stretching before me. Just a few steps ahead, Bai Luoxing was carefully pushing Mrs. Bai in her wheelchair. Mr Bai stood beside them, a picture of familial warmth. They were clearly waiting for someone.A sense of dread washed over me, a premonition that sent a shiver down my spine. I followed their gaze and saw him. James Ferguson. He was walking towards them, his long strides purposeful. He wore a light blue suit, and a dark blue plaid tie accentuating his broad shoulders. A gentle smile played on his lips.I was transfixed. I’d never seen him in such a vibrant, fresh colour. His wardrobe was a sea of dark hues – greys, blacks, browns, navy blues, dark greens. Even at formal events, he adhered to the sombre palette.I'd once longed to see him in lighter shades, believing his youthful charm would be amplified. I’d even bought him a light blue suit, similar to the one he was now wearing. But he'd frowned at it, the suit relegated to the depths
ZeldaA glacial chill settled in my eyes. I stared at him, unblinking, and asked, my voice as sharp as shattered ice,"Do you get a high by making me someone else's placement holder?"His entire body stiffened, a reaction he couldn't mask. The gentle pressure he'd been applying to the corner of my eye suddenly intensified a subtle pain that spoke volumes. Pressed close as we were, his body's involuntary response betrayed him.My heart plummeted, a heavy stone sinking into the depths of my chest. Even though I'd braced myself for this, the reality was a suffocating weight, crushing the air from my lungs."What nonsense are you talking about? Stop daydreaming all day long!" James Ferguson finally spoke, his voice a low, reprimanding growl.But his tone felt like a desperate attempt to deflect, a guilty man trying to turn the tables.My eyes, cold and sharp as breaking ice, locked onto his. A bitter laugh escaped my lips."Is Bai Luoxing's nickname Queeny?"He frowned, his voice hard."W
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