Zelda
I didn’t want James Ferguson to suspect I had been studying abroad, so before Liz could clarify, I nodded and said with a small smile,
“Yes, I am the translator. However, with Mr. Ferguson’s Italian skills, it seems I’m unnecessary here.”
Liz didn’t seem to mind my improvisation. She had originally brought a translator, but their delayed flight had left her without one. Since I spoke Italian, she had asked me on the way to the hotel to step in temporarily.
Susan stood awkwardly to the side, unable to follow our Italian conversation. Her discomfort was evident, her expression pinched and her fists clenched. She looked like she was shrinking into herself, and I could almost feel the hatred radiating off her.
Without acknowledging her, I quickly followed Liz into her room. The door shut softly behind us, leaving Susan outside.
I could imagine her frustration even without hearing it.
When I return
JamesFrom the moment I spotted her, something in me tightened. Zelda Liamson was crouched on the cold ground outside the hotel, barefoot and clad only in a thin dance costume. She clutched her phone like it was her last lifeline, her face pale, her shoulders trembling slightly. She looked completely lost, like a lone figure adrift in an unforgiving storm.It was hard to reconcile this image with what Anna had told me earlier. Anna claimed she’d left irresponsibly, but this? This wasn’t the demeanour of someone careless or dismissive. Something had clearly gone wrong, but I didn’t move.Chen Ting, sitting stiffly in the driver’s seat, glanced back at me hesitantly. “Boss, should I go ask Madam what happened?”I kept my eyes on her, my hand gripping the door handle tightly. My thoughts churned, but I didn’t respond.I wasn’t sure what stopped me. The sight of her like this stirred something unfamiliar—a mix of frustration and something else I didn’t want to name. But before I could act
ZeldaMy heart sank."Let go!" I demanded, though my voice betrayed a crack of emotion.Behind him, Susan seized the opportunity. She shoved Jian away and cowered behind James, clutching his arm like a lifeline. Her theatrics began immediately."James, she’s crazy! I don’t know what she forced into me—I feel awful! My stomach hurts so much!" she wailed, clutching her abdomen with exaggerated agony.Her performance was an instant success. A murmur rippled through the room as her cronies chimed in."Oh my God, is Susan really pregnant?""Did Zelda force-feed her abortion pills? That’s so cruel!""How could you harm an innocent child like that, Zelda? This is vicious beyond words!"Each word cut into me like a blade. My fists clenched, but before I could respond, Jian acted.She grabbed a bottle of wine off the table and hurled it with all her might.The glass exploded on impact, fragments scattering across the room like shrapnel. Gasps and screams followed, but Jian’s voice cut through
Susan Wenger’s face turned pale as James’s glare cut through her. It wasn’t the look of a protector—no, it was as if he saw her as an enemy. Her fear was palpable as she stumbled back two steps, her eyes wide and glassy.When he gave a small flick of his hand, two bodyguards moved forward without hesitation, seizing her by both arms.“James!” Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I didn’t do it, I swear! You can’t let her hit me!” Her sobs shook her, a pitiful display meant to garner sympathy, but James didn’t even flinch.Desperation twisted her face as she turned her gaze to Yuell.“Brother Yuell, it’s your place. You set this party up. Are you really going to stand there and let this happen to me?”Yuell's eyes darkened with annoyance. He clearly didn’t agree with what was happening. His jaw tightened as he stepped forward, his displeasure thick in the air.“James, you—”“It’s none of your business,” James cut him off with an icy glance, each word as cold as a winte
ZeldaMy head hung down, my stomach flipped, and my heart raced. Slung over James's shoulder, I kicked my legs furiously, the narrow elevator space making my discomfort feel suffocating.“Put me down!” I demanded, gripping the hard line of his back for balance. “James, if you don’t let go, I swear I’ll throw up on you again!”A deep, cold voice rumbled above me, “Try it.”The steel in his tone made my skin prickle, but the fire of rebellion burned hotter. His broad shoulders were as unyielding as stone, every step making my position more precarious and my irritation sharper.As he tightened his hold, my eyes wandered down. His butt. Right there, infuriatingly firm, and far too tempting a target.The memory of the public spanking he’d given me earlier flared in my mind. Anger surged, along with something I didn’t want to name. My hand lifted instinctively.I slapped him once.A solid, satisfying smack.And then again.It felt… unexpected. Taut. Elastic.Lost in thought, I let my hand f
Just when I thought James Ferguson was about to pin me down on the sofa, ready to devour me without any escape, darkness swallowed my vision.I gasped, my heart hammering in my chest, and clawed at the sudden blackness until I realized a shirt—his shirt—was tossed over my head. I ripped it away, fuming, but by the time I untangled myself, James had already reached the bathroom.“Think about what to say to me later,” he said coolly before shutting the door behind him.The sound of water running only heightened my frustration.I darted toward the door of the suite, my fingers fumbling at the lock, but it refused to give. I twisted and tugged with growing panic. He must have done something to it. The realization sent a rush of helpless fury through me, and I gave up with a frustrated sigh.When he finally emerged, steam clung to the air around him. His robe hung loosely over his frame, barely secured, while droplets of water clung to his dark hair. He moved with a slow, deliberate calm t
YuellI couldn't stop my thoughts from racing as I remembered the events from tonight. The drinking contest. The way it had all spiralled out of control. The way she had taken advantage of me. The way I had ended up on the bed, my dignity slipping further and further.I remembered how I was so drunk that I couldn’t even fully comprehend what was happening, how she had kicked me off the bed at the worst possible moment, making my head spin as I hit the ground. By the time I could react, she was on me like a wild animal, accusing me of trying to assault her. Before I could even say anything, she started hitting and kicking me.Of all the humiliations in my life, this had to be the worst. I had almost lost my first kiss, my virginity, and my pride, and now I was bruised, embarrassed, and completely furious.I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, threatening to explode.“Unless that woman, Jian, kneels down and apologizes, there is no point in reconciling!” I hissed, my lip still thro
I froze all over, my fingers clenched tightly around my phone. The edges pressed into my palms, but I couldn’t move. My thoughts were tangled, but I forced myself to speak, the words trembling from my lips."Are you feeling unwell? Are you feeling sick from drinking? How about I make you a bowl of soup? Or do you have a headache? I'll give you a head rub?"I set my phone and bag aside and reached toward him instinctively. I remembered how James would get terrible headaches after drinking. I was here to ask for his help, and even though his attitude cut me down like cold steel, I had to endure it. Pride and dignity didn’t matter—not when Jian’s fate was on the line.My hand hovered just inches from his forehead when he moved, his fingers catching my wrist midair.His brows furrowed, eyes dark and sharp. "I don’t lack people to serve me, so stop pretending to care."The words hit hard, cold and final.I let my hand fall, my throat tightening with frustration. My mind raced, but I droppe
I shuddered, my fingers going numb as the clothes slipped from my hands and crumpled to the floor. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. James Ferguson wasn’t the type to ask idle questions. His curiosity meant suspicion, and suspicion from James could be deadly.I swallowed hard, suppressing my rising panic, and forced myself to glare at him through red-rimmed eyes."Am I even fit to answer the phone right now?" I shot back, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound defiant.James’s gaze never wavered, sharp and piercing as if he could carve out the truth just by staring."Jian's doctor," he said slowly, his words deliberate. "Jian is the one you accompanied for the prenatal checkup last time. Why is her doctor contacting you?"My pulse skipped a beat. I bent down to pick up the fallen clothes, hiding my face as I answered, "I don’t know."I didn’t elaborate. I didn’t spin a tale or pile on excuses, and that seemed to satisfy him. After a long, tense moment, James turned away, w
JamesThe abrupt silence of the phone call echoed in the sterile hospital corridor, a small, yet jarring disruption to the otherwise clinical atmosphere.I stared at the dark screen, a faint frown creasing my brow.From the window beside me, the emergency entrance was visible, a flurry of activity. A moment ago, I could have sworn I saw a familiar figure being carried inside. A woman, her face obscured, but something about her…Zelda.But no, it couldn't be. She was at the old house, safe. She wouldn't be here. She wouldn't… hang up on me.Why wouldn't she answer? Was she still angry about lunch? I’d been detained at the office, an urgent matter that couldn’t be postponed. She knew I hated breaking promises, especially to her."James, my mother has woken up and asked me to come out and call you."The sound of my given name, rarely used, snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see my cousin, her expr
ZeldaThe phone screen mocked me, a digital window into a reality I desperately didn't want to see.Susan's words, laced with venomous glee, echoed in my ears."Is that your husband?" As if she had any right to speak his name.My hands trembled, a mix of rage and a bone-deep dread. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't. Not with her watching, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction."Sister, are you afraid to answer it?" Her voice was a saccharine mockery.I snapped. The phone went dark, and the scalding coffee followed, a desperate, futile attempt to silence the truth she was trying to force down my throat."Zelda Liamson, you are mad!" She screamed, the hot liquid dripping down her face.Mad? I was beyond mad. I was unravelling."Don't be ungrateful and repay kindness with hatred!" She spat her words with a bitter, ironic twist.Kindness? Did she call this kindness? This tearing apart of my life, this shattering o
ZeldaI watched Susan’s mouth move, the words blurring into a meaningless drone. My mind was reeling, a montage of memories flashing before my eyes. Yes, a small voice whispered, nothing in this world is free.I remembered that snowy night, the young James carrying me into the Ferguson mansion. He’d personally coaxed me that night, cleaned the grime from my body, and tended to my wounds. He’d spoken softly and offered me a piece of orange candy. I’d thought I was lucky, that I’d somehow caught his eye, and earned his favour.But I’d forgotten… James wasn’t compassionate.He was aloof, cold, unapproachable. And he had mysophobia! Why would he, of all people, lower himself to care for a filthy, bloodied child unless… unless there was a reason?And now, the reason was staring me in the face, cruel and devastating. I closed my eyes, trying to shield myself from the wave of bitterness and pain threatening to engulf me. I wouldn’t give Susan the satisfaction of seeing me break.“Are you fin
My good mood vanished, replaced by a chilling premonition. Even though the number was unknown, I knew it was Susan. I frowned, ready to block it, but another photo arrived. Annoyed, I almost swiped it away, but my finger slipped, enlarging the image. My heart lurchedIt was a surreptitious shot, clearly taken on a plane. The man, only half his face visible, sat with a sleeping woman leaning against his shoulder. The woman’s face was obscured, but her long, thick, curly hair suggested youth and beauty. She was nestled against him, asleep, while he gazed at her with… tenderness.The picture was beautiful, and evocative. If the man wasn’t my husband, the man who’d promised to be home for lunch, I might have even called it romantic.My fingers went numb. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I swiped the photo away. Then, more texts from Susan:[You should recognize that this is James Ferguson's private plane. Idiot, this woman is the one he really brought back to the country an
ZeldaLilian Wenger's red eyes and embarrassed flush were hard to ignore. She’s a dancer of some renown, and those in the arts often possess a certain nobility. But the comfortable life she was accustomed to was clearly weighing on her, the thought of losing it all outweighing any sense of shame.I never expected Susan to still be lying to her parents, still clinging to the fiction that James is her child’s father. My brow furrowed.“Please?” I prompted.“James has stopped investing in the Wenger family. It was agreed upon, but he’s cut us off without warning. Our funding has dried up…” This was news to me.James hadn’t breathed a word of it.“Zee, for your grandmother’s sake, you can’t just stand by and watch the Wenger family crumble. Grandma and Grandpa built that business.”Grandmother Wenger passed away when I was five. My memories are hazy, but I remember her warmth and her adoration. It’s undeniable that my adoption by the Fergusons was tied to my connection to the Wenger famil
ZeldaI woke up in the big bed at the Mansion, disoriented. The last thing I remembered was being in the car with James, the argument hanging heavy in the air. I looked down. My clothes had been changed. They were clean and fresh. Aunt Jiang, no doubt.My lips felt strange, a little sore, with a faint medicinal scent, like antiseptic. Someone had been… cleaning them? The thought made me uneasy.Aunt Jiang bustled in.“Madam, you’re finally awake! I’ve been to check on you twice. Breakfast is ready. Please eat quickly, so you can take it to your husband.”“How did I get home last night?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.“Mr. Ferguson carried you back himself, Madam. He took care of you all night before returning to the hospital. He wouldn’t let me help. I don’t know if his wound reopened. He looked so worried. His face was so pale when he left…”My brow furrowed. Guilt, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Aunt Jiang’s words painted a picture of James, concerned and carin
ZeldaA prickling sensation crawled up my spine. Something was wrong. As the man reached for me, I reacted instinctively, swinging my bag and hitting him squarely in the face.“Someone, help! Help!” I yelled, my voice ringing out across the crowded club.The commotion drew attention, but the two men were quick. One grabbed the woman in the red dress, while the other wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.“Baby, stop making trouble,” he said loudly, his voice dripping with false concern. “Let’s not quarrel, okay? It’s all my fault! Sorry, my wife drank too much…”He was trying to drag me away, to make it look like a lovers’ spat.Panic clawed at me. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that the people I’d hoped would notice were buying his act, turning back to their dancing.“I’m gay!” I shouted, desperation giving my voice an edge. “Let me and my wife go! We’re a couple! We don’t even know you!”I struggled against his grip, trying to reach the woman in the red dress. “Let
ZeldaMy heart plummeted. James… he’d lied. Deliberately.The thought echoed in my mind, a cold, sharp shard of ice. He’d manufactured this whole injury, just to manipulate me, just for the baby. The same way Hellen Ferguson only cared about the child, not about… me.The realization stung, leaving me feeling foolish and betrayed.My legs had gone numb. I hadn’t even noticed the bodyguards leaving. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees, trying to contain the rising panic. After what felt like an eternity, I forced myself to stand. I clutched the incubator, a fragile shield against the truth, and walked to his ward. I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.But as I cracked open the door, their voices drifted out, stopping me cold.“Brother has succeeded in wooing his wife? Didn’t little Zelda Liamson cry and make a fuss before, insisting on getting a divorce and going abroad?” Miguel’s voice was laced with that familiar, subtle mockery.Then Yuell Qing’s laughter was sharp
ZeldaI blinked, realizing just how cunning James really was. He hadn't explicitly said anything about cancelling the divorce, but he’d subtly manoeuvred me into this position. Unbelievable.I puffed out my cheeks."You wish! I can't even count the ways you've made me unhappy. I'm only staying temporarily because of Little One, and because your injury is partly my fault! Don't think you've won me over that easily. You're just an…apprentice husband at best!""Apprentice husband?" James raised an eyebrow.I nodded firmly. "Don't you understand? Like the interns at Ferguson's. You're on probation. Less than a month. If your performance is satisfactory, I'll consider things. But if it's not…Mr. Ferguson should be very clear on the process, right?"He was silent for a moment, then I narrowed my eyes."Do you have any objections?“He clicked his tongue, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then perhaps Mrs. Ferguson could enlighten me on the criteria for this…internship? What requirements must