Zelda
A sharp sting jolted me from the darkness. The world around me was a blur, sounds muffled, and my chest ached from the struggle. Slowly, shapes and colours came into focus. Someone was hovering over me, their voice cutting through the haze.
“Wake up, Zelda! Come on! Wake up! You were on the swimming team in school—you’re better than this. Stop pretending to faint over a little pool!”
I blinked, finally able to make out the face of one of James’s friends. I couldn’t remember his name, but his disdain for me was unforgettable. For years, he had treated Susan like a delicate flower, his pseudo-little sister, and me like the thorn in her side.
As soon as I gasped for air and moved, he stepped back, brushing his hands as though his job was done.
“She’s alive!” he announced loudly, his voice tinged with irritation rather than relief.
That’s when I noticed the crowd. Guests from the
I didn’t see James until the next morning. As I stepped outside into the chilly air, I noticed his car parked outside the building. He stood beside it, smoking, the sharp smell of tobacco drifting faintly toward me.The moment he saw me, he crushed the cigarette underfoot and tossed the butt into the trash can before heading my way.I ignored him, walking straight past as if he didn’t exist.“Zelda,” his voice stopped me, firm yet edged with something else. “You weren’t sick last night, were you?”The bitterness bubbled up before I could stop it. I turned to him, letting my anger show. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to care about me now, Mr. Ferguson? Or did you finally find time to think about me after tending to your ‘precious’ Susan all night?”His face hardened, but he didn’t respond immediately.“I’m fine, though,” I continued cold
Jian's voice was sharp, cutting through the commotion. "What kind of mother are you? No, you're not a mother—not to Zelda. You've never been a mother to her, and you never will be."Her words hung heavy in the air, filled with a righteous fury that made even the nurses pause to listen."I’ve heard the stories," Jian continued, her voice laced with disbelief. "When you thought Susan Wenger was your daughter, you protected her—stood up for her against your abusive husband. But when Zelda came home, your real child, you neglected her. You didn’t feed her, didn’t care where she lived, what she wore, or how she survived."She turned to me, her eyes filled with pain and anger. "I met Zelda when she was living worse than a stray animal. She was digging through trash for food, barefoot, and starving. And now you stand here, claiming to be her mother? Pushing her around? Demanding things from her? Have you no shame?"My mother, Glady,
The moment Miguel escorted me into the room, one of the men lounging with James glanced my way and smirked.“Well, looky here. Miguel, did you bring your girlfriend along?” he teased, clearly oblivious to who I was.Miguel coughed awkwardly but didn’t respond, his usual calm demeanour faltering. I stood stiffly by his side, unwilling to play along with the charade.“She’s not my girlfriend,” Miguel finally said, his voice curt. “Please, don’t be ridiculous.”Susan, however, was quick to react. She shot up from her seat and hurried toward me, her face alight with what could only be described as a feigned friendliness.“Sister!” she exclaimed loudly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. She stretched her arms as if to hug me, but I raised my hand, stopping her short.The gesture caused the room to grow uncomfortably quiet. Whispers rippled through the crowd.“Who is she?” someone murmured.“She refused Susan’s hug—how dare she?” another added.“She doesn’t even look important. Just l
There stood Xavier Ferguson, his familiar smirk lighting up his sharp features. His piercing gaze bore into me, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place—amusement, curiosity….."If it isn't the long-lost son," I replied with a faint smile, masking my unease.Xavier's face lit up as he approached me, pulling me into a warm hug. When he stepped back, his eyes roamed over me with genuine curiosity."Zelda in the flesh. How long has it been? Years? What’s been going on with you?"I tried to match his energy, though my chest still burned from earlier. "Years, indeed. And you? I've seen your name in the papers—racing, adventures, all of it. How was the army?"He grinned, brushing it off with his usual charm. "The army was... an experience, to say the least. But enough about me. How are you, Zelda? You look..." He trailed off, noticing my faint cough. "Are you okay?"I waved him off, trying to suppress another cough. "Oh, it’s nothing. I must have eaten som
James Ferguson“I’ll go back with you,” Zelda said, her voice steady but strained. “Call the hospital first.”I stopped, turned around and looked at her. After a while I went towards her and carried her down, setting her on the ground carefully.Her expression was guarded, her pale face reflecting doubt as her gaze searched mine.“I’ll have Cheng make the hospital arrangements,” I replied, reaching for her hand to lead her out.Before I could take a step, she yanked her hand away, her resistance sharper than I’d expected.“Call Cheng now,” she demanded, her tone cold and unyielding, the distrust in her eyes cutting straight through me.Her defiance pushed me closer to the edge of my patience. My hand instinctively moved to the back of her neck, holding her steady as I struggled to contain myself.She stumbled slightly, her balance faltering. In her misstep, she leaned into me, her slight frame pressed against my chest. Her warmth, her scent, everything about her stirred something I co
Xavier raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Before I could react, his hand reached out to tousle my hair lightly. The casual gesture caught me off guard, playful yet oddly comforting, like a brief break in the tension that often followed me.“You can do it too,” he said, his tone a mix of teasing and sincerity.I shook my head with a bitter laugh, leaning back against the cushioned seat. “It’s too late for me.”“It’s never too late to chase your dreams, Zelda,” Xavier replied, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully. “Trust me.”A faint smile crept onto my lips despite myself. It felt fragile, though, like glass balanced precariously on an edge.We fell into easy conversation, his warmth and relaxed demeanour making it hard not to lower my guard. It felt strange, but for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to just be.Yet, even as his voice wrapped around me, James Ferguson’s presence lingered in the room like a shadow. Across the dimly lit space, I cou
JamesI started making my way toward the dancefloor, surprised by the crowd gathered near the railing. People stood transfixed, their gazes fixed on something below. Curious, I stopped and leaned over the railing, peering down. What I saw made me freeze.There, in the centre of the dancefloor, was Zelda. Alone.She wasn’t wearing anything revealing or provocative—just a simple dress that flowed as she moved. But it wasn’t what she wore that held everyone spellbound. It was the way she danced. Her body swayed effortlessly, her movements perfectly synchronized with the music. She wasn’t performing for anyone. Her eyes were closed, and her face glowed with a sense of freedom as if she existed in a world of her own, completely detached from the gazes of those around her.She looked so free. So alive.I barely recognized her. Zelda had always been reserved, her demeanour shy and unassuming. Yet here she was, commanding the attention of an entire room. People weren’t just watching—they were
I pulled Zelda closer, ignoring her protests, as we made our way outside to where Chang was already waiting with the car. He opened the door swiftly, his expression neutral but efficient. I helped Zelda inside, her hesitation evident, but she didn’t resist.Once we were seated, Chang brought up the partition, ensuring our privacy, and started driving. The atmosphere in the car was tense, and Zelda immediately shifted to the farthest corner, turning her face to the window, her body rigid with annoyance.I watched her for a moment, her silence speaking volumes, and then decided to break it.“Do you have gems?” I asked abruptly.Her head whipped around, her glare sharp and incredulous. “Gems? You just kissed me, and now you’re asking me if I have gems?”“Yes,” I replied, unfazed. “I’m asking because you’re sitting so far away. Do you have gems that you’re hiding from me?”She scoffed, her irritation palpable. “Maybe the person with gems is you,” she shot back.Her fiery response was unex
Zelda"What paternity test?" I asked, my brow furrowed. I took the phone from James, staring at the report on the screen.It wasn't a paternity test at all. It was a kinship test. And the result…grandfather-granddaughter? My confusion deepened."Whose grandchild is this?"I scrolled back, finally taking in the names of the individuals involved in the assessment. My eyes widened in surprise."It's…Bai Luoqi's child?"Luoqi! It all clicked into place. He’d passed away, which explained why James was so invested in this child. Luoqi had been busy with the Bai family’s overseas business these past few years, just like Susan.They’d both been out of the Country. And then, the timing…Susan had returned with James and the Bai's. The media had assumed they were Susan’s parents, making all sorts of incorrect assumptions. No wonder they’d all come back together."So," I said slowly, piecing it together, "the Bai family's IPO is at a critical stage. Luoqi's death is a huge blow, and you’re trying
ZeldaMy mind was a whirlwind. Tissues, where were the tissues? Liamson, Zelda Liamson, that's me, and right now I was trying desperately to stop James's nosebleed. It was all so embarrassing!And then there was James, throwing that cup of water. At Xavier! His brother. I felt a surge of mortification."I told you to stop messing around!" I scolded, my cheeks burning. "This whole ward is a mess!"James, bless his heart, just looked gloomy."It's inconvenient," he mumbled, "Let's just get discharged tomorrow.""Discharged?" I exclaimed, aghast. "How can we? Your injuries aren't nearly healed! And…and I need to see Xavier. James, why did you hit him?"I turned to go out, but James grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly tight. It startled me."What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him.He seemed to realize he'd been too rough and loosened his hold a little."I think…I think my wound might have opened again. It hurts," he said, his brow furrowed.My worry instantly eclipsed everything else.
I was stunned. My head snapped back, and a jolt of disbelief running through me.“How could you even think that?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief. “There’s nothing between me and my Hammer. I don’t… I don’t like him! How could you even imagine such a thing?”James’s expression was a mixture of anger and something else… hurt? He sneered a harsh, bitter sound.“He coveted you back then. He even dared to come to the Ferguson family to propose! And in the past two years, he abandoned his life as the heir to the Yassir family to work at the Ferguson hospital… just to be near you. You kissed in the car. You hid your pregnancy. You talked about divorce. You were going to go abroad with him! And just now… you were snuggled in his arms! What am I supposed to think, Zelda? What?”His words hit me like a physical blow. He loosened his grip on my chin, but the damage was done. My neck felt strained, stretched to its limit. I stared at him, his eyes burning with a cold fury, and a wave
ZeldaHis hand, James’s hand, was a vice around my waist. His fingers pressed right on the bruise, a throbbing reminder of his unfounded anger. The scene in the ward replayed in my mind, fueling my own simmering frustration. He’d stormed out, furious, without even knowing what had happened.Then, his accusation about Hammer. I glanced at Hammer’s cheek, the fading bruise a testament to James’s… overreaction. Something snapped. I shoved him away, my brow furrowed.“James, have you said enough?!” I retorted, my voice trembling slightly. “I just fell asleep. Brother was worried I’d catch a cold and put his coat on me. Is that so terrible? I asked him for help at the airport. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why involve him?”A wave of hurt washed over me. If James hadn’t forgotten I was waiting outside, would I have fallen asleep on that bench? And he had hugged Susan in front of me, without a word of explanation, but my innocent interaction with Hammer was enough to ignite his ra
We arrived at Mrs. Bai’s room, but the doctor had already finished and left. She was lying there, so pale and thin, her eyes cloudy and unfocused, but tears were silently streaming down her face. It was heartbreaking.James went to her and gently took her hand.“Godmother,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’ll take care of everything online. I won’t let anyone tarnish Luoqi’s name. Godfather and I… we’ll stabilize the company. If Bai’s survives this, if the stock price recovers, the internet will quiet down. They’ll let Luoqi rest in peace.”A flicker of something – hope? – touched Mrs. Bai’s face. Mr Bai stepped forward too, stroking his wife’s hair.“Listen to James,” he said softly. “As long as I’m alive, our son won’t have died in vain. Even if you don’t trust me, you have to trust James, right?”I watched them, my heart aching. Mrs. Bai, and Mr Bai… they’re known for their love and devotion to each other. Even with Mrs. Bai’s blindness and failing health, he’s always been by
When I pushed open the hospital room door, I saw him. James. Sitting on the bed, looking at some papers. A surge of… something… went through me. Annoyance? Worry? I marched over and snatched the documents from his hand.He looked up, surprised, probably thinking I was one of his bodyguards. His expression shifted from annoyance to… something else. I stood there, frowning, the papers clutched in my hand."The doctor said you need rest. You lost a lot of blood, and sleep helps your body heal. Don't you understand that? The Ferguson company can handle things for a day or two; it’s not like he can’t be transferred!" I know I was probably lecturing, but I couldn’t help it. He was being so reckless.He just looked at me. At me. And for a moment, the coldness that usually clung to his face seemed to melt away. Something flickered in his eyes… nostalgia? It was strange. Then I saw it. The ghost of a smile playing on his lips. And suddenly, I was remembering too.“Brother, you can’t go to bed
I caught Susan’s wrist before her hand could connect with my face."Are you angry because I exposed your lies?" I sneered.Her chest heaved, and she yanked her hand back, a flicker of something – fear? – in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure."You saw your mother and your aunt and uncle just now, didn't you? They're badly hurt, no money for treatment. And you, their own flesh and blood, just walked right past them. Don't you think that's…inappropriate?""Don't we have you for that?" I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Miss Susan is so kind and generous. Surely you can show them some of that generosity."Susan’s face twisted with frustration."Zelda Liamson, why are you so cold-hearted? You're a Ferguson now, carrying their grandchild, and you're just going to let your relatives suffer? Think about your reputation! What will people say?"She was seething. James’s very public slap, the withdrawal of the Wenger family’s investment…and now she was be
ZeldaI snorted, a small, involuntary sound of amusement. Turning on my heel, I left the coffee shop.Jian had perfect timing, arriving just in time to witness Susan Wenger's spectacular face-plant. Honestly, the schadenfreude was delicious.The moment I stepped out, the whispers, no, the shouts erupted."Susan Wenger, you've been lying to us all along! We even defended you! You're disgusting!""I've seen people pretend to be rich, but pretending to be someone's ex-girlfriend? That's a new low!""Mr Ferguson doesn't even look at you! You're so vain, it's embarrassing to be seen with you! Let's go!"It was a feeding frenzy. One by one, the sycophantic little group that had been fawning over Susan just moments ago deserted her. Her face, which had been so smug, crumpled. It was almost…pitiable. Almost.Even Hilder Ferguson, her supposed "friend," was disgusted."Susan, you lied to me too! That's too much!"She grabbed her bag and stormed out, leaving Susan scrambling after her, desperat
ZeldaI opened my eyes, realizing James had been quiet for a while. The recording had finished, but he was lying there motionless, his face eerily calm. I wondered if he'd fallen asleep. I nudged him, a little irritated."James?"He opened his eyes."Was he running a train in your stomach?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.I rolled my eyes. I’d been so emotional, hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and that was his reaction."Don't you have anything else to say?" I huffed.He smirked, leaning closer."You called me 'hubby,' darling," he murmured. "Say it again. I want to hear it."My cheeks flushed. Why was he always so focused on the weirdest things? I glared at him."Did I? You must have misheard."Just moments ago, we’d been snuggled together, listening to the baby’s heartbeat, holding my belly, feeling so happy, so connected, like a real family. And in that moment, the word just slipped out. Now, under his teasing gaze, I was too embarrassed to repeat it.He wasn’t let