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
******************** I noticed that on our ride back home yesterday, Landon was quiet different. In fact, he was giving a totally different vibe all night, and I didn’t want to ask him what was wrong. Because if I was being totally honest, a part of me knew what was going on. But I couldn’t ask, because even I myself was feeling some type of way about last night either. Jenny did a good job babysitting Cam; they were both fast asleep when we came in yesterday. I checked his bottles I kept in the fridge; he had drunk most of them. Jenny fed him well too. Earlier this morning, Landon had suggested we take Cam to a children’s park. The idea of taking Cam out of the house didn’t sit quietly with me, since now that I was aware that Damian could be anywhere, on second thoughts I just gave in. The park was filled with sounds of laughter and play. As children ran around with boundless energy, their carefree joy just lit up my mood. How I wish I was a kid again, with not one wor
VICTORIA’S POV It’s been two days since my last severe episode. If Aiden hadn’t come on time to pull me out of the pain and delusional state I was in, then I could have overdosed and died right there, alone in the center of my own living room. If anyone had told me I would be losing my mind, with the probability of being confined to a psychiatric home forever in my twenties, then I could have bet my future that it wouldn’t be possible. Everything was worse for me; right after my brother was born, I should have known that my problems just skyrocketed by 100 percent. I mean, how didn’t I see it coming? My father had claimed that my brother was his first child, and I was three freaking years older than he was. That was the first red flag I ignored, and it was costing me my life. Aiden had been with me for two days, never leaving my side, sleeping right beside me on the floor in the living room, and holding my hand because I couldn’t sleep in my room. How could I? The walls were t
DAY TWO LEXIE’S POV I paced around in the hotel room as I cradled Cam in my hands and allowed the brush in my hand to pass through his hair smoothly as he slept. The sun was still trying to penetrate through the hotel curtains. It was too late to head home yesterday, so we decided to lodge in a hotel close to the stadium. The memory of yesterday’s excitement still lingered; it filled me with such an energy that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Day one of the sports event has been incredible. I really wish mom was able to attend, but the place would be too rowdy for her. Even little Cam felt the stress; he had been strapped to my chest all through yesterday, his small body pressed against mine as we cheered for Landon. Normally he would have been cranky at night, but he was so exhausted that he fell asleep almost instantly. I had to wake him up to breastfeed because he barely ate too. I kissed the top of his head, inhaling his baby scent. He looked so peaceful and utterly rel
***************** The day had been nothing short of exciting, but it sure came with something pretty annoying. Seeing Valerie again wasn’t even what ticked me off; it was what Genevieve said that kept replaying like a broken record in my head. And I didn’t want to think about it, but it was hard not to. So while I was trying so hard to forget him, getting rid of almost everything I owned that reminded me of him, he was focusing all his energy on Genevieve? All I wanted to think about was just the cheers, the excitement, and the rush of adrenaline I felt as Landon’s team dominated the field— I wouldn’t let Damian’s issue sink into my head again. I was never a big fan of sports, but I could hardly believe how well Landon had played, and even now, as we sat at one of the tables in the grand dining hall, the energy from the game was still in the air. The executives had invited the winning teams for the day to an exclusive dinner with CEOs and other important business figures, and
The Last Day of the Event DAY THREE LEXIE’S POV This was it; the final day of the event had arrived, and the air was electric with so much energy and anticipation. The event had been a roller coaster of emotions for me; I didn’t know how to feel. The grandstands were packed with spectators; their excitement was related as they eagerly waited for the opening of the ceremony. The first two days came with loads of activities; you could never be bored for one second, and it only got even better as we reached this moment. As I took my seat, my mind was still remembering what had happened yesterday. Damian, how he just showed up and threw me off guard with his appearance and knowing words. It wasn’t until last night that I had figured that he studied me and knew me in ways that not even anyone else bothered to learn. And yet he treated me like I didn’t exist—like I wasn’t worth the money he paid for our agreement. Part of me failed to admit that the treatment I got fr
DAMIAN’S POV As the crowd erupted in a deafening roar as the winning goal was scored, I could hear other executives around me cheering and clinking their glasses together as they celebrated their successful bets. I had bet on the same team, the Steel Hawks or whatever their name was, and now that they won, I felt fulfilled a bit.. Because betting to me was never about the money, it meant nothing to me. I wouldn’t take their filthy bet money; where would my dignity go? The power of being right, of knowing that my word is, will, and will continue to be law, was all that mattered to me. As the celebration continued, I sipped slowly from my champagne; my eyes scanned the crowd. The energy couldn’t be missed; the air was just busting with excitement. Just as I was about to look away, something caught my attention. A player—one of the star athletes—was running towards the stands. The camera followed his every move, then it panned up to the stands, where I saw her.
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