*************** “Congratulations! You’re four weeks pregnant!” Jenny read aloud from the paper, and she paused in shock; her eyes darted to where I sat on the couch. My hands shook. Landon was beside me, and he was torn between confusion and concerns. He had been the one I fell into his arms at the coffee shop; I was lucky to have bumped into him again. He had saved me twice now, the club and the coffee shop. I should have known the morning sickness, the nausea, and little spotting I found on my underwear. They all pointed to the truth, but I never in a lifetime even imagined being pregnant for him. The words felt like I was being sentenced to death; they sounded heavy and suffocating. “This is bad, Lexie.” Jenny finally found the words to say; her voice was filled with uttermost worry. She was scared, but I wanted her to open and swallow me whole. “You think I don’t know that?” I snapped; the panic in my voice was clear. How could this happen? I mean, I knew how it happene
VICTORIA’S POV “Ms. Hayes…” A voice called out, but I was deeply lost in my own thoughts; everything replayed over and over in my mind. Lexie said she had broken off things with Damian, but that was so suspicious to me. It was too easy? I expected her to put up a more challenging fight, although I didn’t know if she truly loved him or was just after his money. She did seem really bitter that I broke his heart; I wish I could tell him the truth. And what she said about Damian not caring enough to let me know they weren’t together? It stung more than I wanted to admit. “Ms. Hayes?” The voice repeated, and I snapped back to the reality of the familiar voice. I blinked, finally focussing on the figure opposite where I sat—my doctor, Parrish. “Sorry, Doctor Parrish,” I murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed for zoning out like that. ‘That’s alright,” he said gently, but his eyes were sharp as he studied me. “Quick questions: have you been taking your pills consistently?” I didn’t
DAMIAN’S POV I sat in my office as I stared down at the stack of documents in front of me. There were contracts to approve, decisions to make—things that usually commanded my full attention. But as I read them, the words seemed like mere alphabets to me. Particularly because my attention wasn’t there, no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting back to the one woman who can make me feel that way... Lexie…. Her name echoed in my thoughts, a constant distraction that I couldn’t seem to shake off. I have been trying to keep her out of my head for weeks, telling myself that it was over and that whatever we had didn’t matter anymore. But did we even have anything at first? Apart from the contract and the sex? She wanted more; I knew that, but I couldn’t give her what she wanted. But every time I closed my eyes, it was her face I saw, her voice I heard. It was starting to drive me insane! Just then, the door to my office opened, and Cassie walked in. I barely even r
Hey guys, so this is a time jump to... Two years later. LEXIE’S POV I paced back and forth in the living room, in the house that I shared with Landon. I still couldn’t believe that a year had passed and I was now a mother. My arms cradled my baby as he wailed into my shoulder; he had woken up a little cranky this morning. I had rushed to carry him from his crib when I heard him crying; his little bonnet I used to protect his hair was lying on the floor; he had thrown it. I remembered when I took him to see my mother; she couldn’t contain her excitement. Despite how she was gradually getting her strength back, she still wouldn’t allow anyone to hold him except her. My back ached from carrying him all morning, but I couldn’t put him down. He refused to stay in his crib, and every time I tried, his cries would only grow louder, more desperate. And I guess all mothers could relate to how piercing a baby’s screams could be. I was running out of ways to calm him down; I just f
DAMIEN’S POV Time had flown by so fast, I wondered where it was running. Two years, and all I did was focus on work. I had put all my might into the company, so much that I got home late at night and still woke up early in the morning to drink whisky instead of coffee. I fell sick actually, and I was down bad. But I still got out of bed when I wasn’t supposed to; I couldn’t be contained in one particular space. The nurse assigned to me had been so stressed, Valerie had to move in for a while. Only she could partially handle my tantrums and disobedience of doctors orders. I didn’t attend a lot of parties; I attended more business-related events. But Dante came back to stay permanently in New York, and he made sure he dragged me down to the club on most nights. So having mindless sex was also included in my two years. But they were never good; none of the girls could be as good as Lexie. The soft chime of the bell above the door greeted us as Valerie and I walked into the
WARNING ⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains explicit descriptions of mental illness, drugs and depression VICTORIA’S POV It’s been two years, but nothing has changed. Two years, but all I remembered was being trapped in the jail my brother had set for me. Two years, and I had been totally disconnected from Damian. He wouldn’t take my calls, he wouldn’t reply to my texts, he didn’t even want to me, and every gift I send to him ends up back on my doorstep. The way my heels echoed against the marble floors was the only sound that filled the expanse of the office building, a place that symbolised my jail and everything I never wanted. The cold and harsh walls of the company I was forced to run seemed to mock me with each step I took; maybe it knew I had no mind of my own; I wasn’t my own person; I was my brother’s. I hated it here; I hated it so much. I hated how the walls, the interior, the people—how everything looked so perfect, so normal. It was a constant reminder of everythi
LEXIE’S POV It’s been two days since I saw him, the father of my child, the man who once had such a hold on me, Damian Valour. And I couldn’t get my mind off him; I even dreamt about him. Seeing him again made me realise that the saying was true—that the past could never be truly buried. But what if I could still change how things turned out? All I had to do was avoid him, right? It was easy. Anyway, I had woken up quite early because of Cam; he was the only one who had enough sleep after he succeeded in keeping me awake most of the night. “Cam, baby, you’re the one pulling your own hair,” I murmured softly in frustration as I watched my son’s tiny fingers digging into his curly locks, tugging at them with strength I never knew he had. His face scrunched up in frustration, and tears threatened to fall from his cheeks. Why was he always so cranky in the morning? “Oh, Cam,” I exhaled, before I gently removed his little chubby fingers away from his hair. It wasn’t easy—his grip
“Thank you, Ms. Sinclair. I’m quiet…” Before Roman could say anything more, another voice cut through the conversation with a smooth and commanding tone. “It’s quite a beautiful place you have here, congratulations.” I froze, The voice couldn’t be mistaken—the kind that had once sent shivers down my spine and it made my heart race—the voice that once made every fibre of my being fall at his command. Every fibre of my being screamed at me to stay calm and not to react. Fuckkk! I didn’t think he was going to be here; how could I face him? Without thinking, I just turned away and walked towards the nearest bathroom to escape. I didn’t even bother to excuse myself, and I was sure that Landon was startled, but I just needed to get away. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed open the door and slipped inside. As soon as I closed the door, I could barely hear the noise of the event, and it was a relief. I needed to breathe; why wouldn’t the universe just leave me alone? Why bring
LEXIE’S POV “I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?” I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare. “You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?” I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in. Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed. “Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her. “I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep
LEXIE’S POV “I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back. I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily. Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave. “Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts. “I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps. “There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.” My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze. I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt
LEXIE’S POV“I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back.I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily.Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave.“Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts.“I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps.“There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.”My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze.I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt dizzy, li
LEXIE’S POV“I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?”I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare.“You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?”I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in.Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed.“Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her.“I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep living he
DAMIAN’S POV I stood by the transparent office window as I watched the cityscape while I spoke into my phone. The call was with Anthony Gates, a loyal investor who had been with me for over a decade.“My personal assistant was supposed to help me reach out to you, but I insisted on making the call myself,” I said, while my tone remained professional.“My schedule is tight, and I wouldn’t be able to attend. But I hope a $20 million donation isn’t too little. I would do more as my contributions soon, but pardon my absence.”Anthony was about to launch his new airline, and his event was important for the press coverage. I wanted to support him, even if I couldn’t be there in person.“Not at-“ I continued, but I was abruptly cut off when my office door flung open and slammed into the wall. That would be $20million in damage if anything happened to it.I turned, my gaze shifted from the cityscape to the chaos that erupted behind me, Victoria.She stormed in; her heels clicked aggressive
VIEWERS DISCRETION It glinted under the dim light from the alley, sharp and small, but yet deadly. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was about to do. But at that moment, what went on in my mind was... “Take care of your problem, Victoria,” words that my brother had implanted in my head. “Let’s make this more fun, because no one threatens the Hayes family and gets away with it. I will make sure that you won’t live to blackmail anyone ever again.” I said, my voice soft and filled with joy. Then I began, the knife slid into him so easily, like cutting through warm butter. This was the knife I had planned to use to kill myself every time, but I regained my senses each time and I never failed to leave it unsharpened. I stabbed him, over and over, the blade sank into his flesh as I giggled, blood splattered all over my face, hot and sticky, but I didn’t care. I was having fun. He stopped moving after a while, his body went limp beneath me, but I kept going. I wasn’t done yet, n
“Lex, listen to me,” he pleaded as he took another step toward me, his hands raised in a calming gesture in an attempt to hold me. I watched as he fought himself mentally about where to place his hands, but then he held my shoulders and caressed them softly, and I knew how awkward it was for him He went from pounding me mercilessly to wondering where he could touch that wouldn’t offend me. “That would never happen. I won’t allow any harm to come to our son. I can be a competent father; I just need you to trust me. Our son. The way he said it, like we were a thing or couple of some sort. It made my stomach jump, but I didn’t want to feel that hope again—that maybe we could be a family and Cam would grow up with his father and live like heirs lived. I couldn’t let myself get sucked into that fantasy... “My son is everything to me right now, and he’s all I care about. I don’t need your lover giving me a hard time because of him,” I said. My voice was sharp, “I don’t care about Gen
I blinked back confusedly, “His shadow? Mom-Wh-where are you getting all these from? I literally have my own company to look after.” How would I ever be in Damian’s shadow? We don’t intrude in each other’s affairs except I needed his help and he needed mine But mother just gave me this sarcastic and pitiful look that me feel more uncomfortable than ever. “Two sons both bearing a powerful name, and yet one thrives powerfully above the other,” she said, as she dabbed her lips with a napkin as if we were discussing something so serious. “Normally, I would say what one is doing is worth doing well, but no..” Why was she suddenly talking like that? Damian never for once talked down on me, or acted in a way that made me feel like he was superior. Besides, I wasn’t even in New York to begin with…. How in the world would I even be in his shadow if I was in a totally different place entirely. I wasn’t in a competition with Damian, and I never had been. My work, my life- it was m
AIDEN’S POV I had been spending more time with Victoria for the past few days. It wasn’t in the ways I had imagined, neither was it under the circumstances I’d have chosen, but at least she was beginning to see me, to let me in Her illness was the reason we were staring to bond, something I wish she didn’t have to endure. Something I wished that I could take away from her, I hated that I didn’t know about it. The fact that she was going through all that pain by herself made my heart break, she needed someone to be there for her and I wasn’t, neither was Damian. But a part of me was selfishly glad that it had given me an excuse to be around her, to watch over her. A few years had gone by, and I finally got be so close to her physically, I had hope. But trust that no love story ever started over easy, and it would always be unfair to one person. That person was me, every time I was near her, it killed me to watch her obsess over Damian, the way her eyes lit up at the