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
"It's fine, it's healing," he said as he tried to pull his hand away from me.But I wasn’t letting this go.“It’s not healing. And if it is, it’s healing really, really slowly. You should have already been healed by now. Did the results come out? What did they say?”“Listen, it’s healing, okay? And it was healing. I just got hurt today at the club. That’s all.”My face fell. He must have gotten hurt when he was trying to save me on the dance floor. The realization hit me, and guilt tightened around my chest.“Okay, just take good care of yourself. And why were you even drinking if you knew that you had this kind of wound? This is not something to take lightly. Did you take your medicine?”“Yes, I did,” he answered slowly.“How did you even take your medicine? With all that alcohol you just drank?” My voice grew sharper with each word. “Why were you drinking for Susan if you knew that you were going to take medicines to heal?”“You knew that I had a wound,” he answered. “And you still
Susan sat on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling as she stared at her phone. Her chest heaved with anger and disbelief after hearing the faint sounds over the phone—Zelda and James. She couldn’t believe it. How could they?Her mind raced. After everything, after all I've done, how could this happen? The thought tore through her, bringing with it a wave of fury. She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed her phone and began calling James, over and over, her anger boiling with each unanswered call."Answer me!" she hissed, gripping the device tightly. The ringing echoed in her ear like a taunt, mocking her desperation. Call after call went ignored. Her imagination spiralled, conjuring images of what they could be doing.With a furious scream, she slammed her phone onto the table. "Ah!" she shouted, the sound reverberating in the room. "How could this happen? How could this happen?" Her voice cracked with rage as tears threatened to fall.Her mind flitted back to the club. After she’
James looked at me, and then he smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that brought warmth or reassurance."Just take the pills, Hilda," he said casually, as though we were discussing nothing more consequential than a grocery list.I stared at him, my chest tightening. "Come on, James. I'm serious. What if I’m already pregnant?"The words hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded. I met his gaze, searching for something—anything—that would give me a reason to trust him with this truth. But then his face changed. The warmth drained from his expression, replaced by a cold, unyielding mask.He looked me straight in the eyes. "Then get an abortion or something. But right now, you’re going to drink this pill, okay? I don’t want to have this discussion any longer."My heart sank, a sharp pain cutting through my chest like a blade. I stared at him, unable to believe what I had just heard.I had hoped—desperately hoped—that he would say something else. Something that would make me believe
When I arrived at the apartment, I noticed it was quiet—Jian wasn’t there. That was a relief. The last thing I wanted was to explain why I had spent the entire night with James, especially after lying to her about being at the hospital.I tossed my bag onto the couch and sat down, finally pulling out my phone. Jian had sent me that scandalous web article, and I hadn’t had the chance to go through it yet. Now seemed like as good a time as any.Opening the link, I was immediately greeted by Susan’s response to the rumours. She had posted a picture of herself and James at the club from last night, looking cosy and overly familiar. The photo was staged to perfection, making it seem as though they were the ones being “couples” on the dance floor.The comments were nauseating.People gushed about how lucky Susan was, wishing they had a man like James. Others speculated about their rekindled romance and Susan’s pregnancy.If I hadn’t been at the club last night, if I hadn’t been the one Jame
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