I stood next to the door of the private ward, watching my mom on the bed as she was surrounded by cameras and reporters.Mom woke up a couple of hours after the family meeting and immediately agreed to do the live session and clear the air about everything that was going on around.As she started talking about what really happened back then, my heart felt like it was going to burst at how emotional the story was. She really went through a lot both in her family and with her in-laws' family, and I knew that she didn't deserve this.Mom looked so small and fragile, but her voice was strong. I couldn't help but think she was the best mother in the world who would do anything for the sake of her own child.I wasn't of age back then to witness what had happened, but mom always narrated her ordeal to me ever since I was a kid, always telling me how precious I was to them.To some wealthy families, marriage is nothing but a business alliance, but in my parents' case, it was different as it
I didn't want his call or his text because what I wanted was his attention and him by my side, but he seemed too busy for that.Finally, he cleared his throat."Maya, I... I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you when all this news went viral. I knew I should have been by your side."I cut him off, "It's fine, Kingsley," I said, even though it wasn't really... but what else could I say? I was always the one that had the lower hand and too much to lose if everything went the wrong way while he could easily brush it off."Have you found the person who leaked it?""Carlos is on the warpath. He's hunting down whoever posted it. It's just... it's a mess.""Is there anything I can do to help?" Kingsley asked, his voice soft.I shook my head. "It's under control now. Well, as much as it can be."Another silence fell between us and I could feel the tension building between us, like a rubber band being stretched too tight and I nervously shifted my attention to the kids that were running around
His face was a mask of regret, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not now. Not when his words were still ringing in my ears."I... I was angry. I know I shouldn't have said that and I'm very sorry for that," he stammered, reaching for me.I jerked away from his touch. "No, you shouldn't have. But you did. And you can't take it back.""Maya, please, let me explain. About earlier, at the parkâ""I told you, there's nothing to explain!" I snapped, my voice rising. "You made your choices. You chose to be with... whoever that is... on our engagement day. While I was dealing with my whole world falling apart!"Kingsley's eyes widened. "No, Maya, it wasn't like that. If you'd just listenâ""Listen?" I laughed bitterly. "Kinglsey, I've done nothing but listen. I listened when you said you'd be there for me. I listened when you promised we'd face everything together. But where were you when I needed you most?"Tears flowed heavily down my face."I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I should have be
~~~ASHLEY'S POV~~~ My manicured nails dug into my palms as I watched that bitch mother on the livestream. Every word out of her fucking mouth made my blood boil as she sounded like nothing more than a bitch trying to get some cheap pity from the public. I was sure all she was saying was nothing but lies. The rumors are definitely true and she's trying to make them sympathize with her. Yes, I was the one that leaked it out. I wanted to give those two motherfuckers some engagement presents for what they did to me. That was why I did all that. I wouldn't have had to do that if perhaps Kingsley Bane hadn't done what he did to me but he dared to embarrass me, make me feel worthless, and belittle me in front of his friends and their useless bitches. Just because I was trying to make him see the true self of that bitch. Did he even think that I would just stay still without doing anything after what they both did to me? Hell no! In fact, I'm just getting started with them. But wha
His words hit me like a slap in the face, and my fists tightened into balls, my acrylic nails digging into my skin. I seethed with anger at hearing that name againâthe name that had been making my life miserable over and over.How dare he mention her name in front of me?"Wasn't humiliating me in public enough?" I choked out, fighting back tears. "Aren't you satisfied with cheating on me and making me a laughing stock? Now you even have to do it in our own home? Why? Lance, why do you keep tormenting me like this? What else have I done wrong except loving you with all my heart, and you keep breaking it!"Lance's face was cold, cruel, completely devoid of emotion despite my emotional outburst. It broke my heart to see him like this. He had changed from the man I dated and fell in love with in college.Back then, my Lance would never do anything to make me sad or let me cry, but now all he seemed to want was to hurt me. It seemed he derived joy from seeing me cry my heart out."You shou
My legs felt like jelly as I approached an old industrial building which was tucked away in the part of the city which I barely venture into. Each step that I took was a battle against my instincts, which was screaming at me to turn and flee. But the image of my father's face if he ever found out what I'd done... that was even more terrifying than whatever awaited me here.The Roderigos already found out that I was the one behind and right now Bill is on their custody. I didn't come here because of saving him but because of saving my own skin as I knew the power in their hands over my family.I clearly took care of things neatly on my own ends and has no idea that Bill would do a shady work and even mentioned my name when he was caught. How dare he do this do me! After having even paying him with my own body.As I climbed into stairs, going to the first floor, my heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in my throat, threatening to choke me. Sweat trickled down my spine, making my
~~~ LANCE'S POV~~~ I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I drove to my company. I didn't allow the driver to drive me as I was going to stop somewhere which I didn't want anyone to know about. Earlier, I intentionally lied to Ashley that I was chasing after Ariel to make her feel pain and jealousy because from now on, I don't think she would be able to enjoy this marriage again, not after I found out everything that she had done to me. She wanted this marriage desperately and I'm going to continue giving it to her. But why exactly do I have the feeling that she has something to do with how Maya's mother's surrogacy went viral? I don't really know, but I just have that feeling. Now thinking about Maya, I wonder if she was alright with everything that has happened, especially when her mother collapsed. I could imagine the worried expression on her face at that moment as I had seen it once before. My mind drifted back to a few weeks after our marriage. I got hit by a
I felt a little disappointed to hear her say that and maybe it was because I was thinking about something impossible when I clearly knew that Maya could not have given birth to her, but it was just their striking resemblance that made me curious. I picked up my hamburger and also began to eat, checking the time. It was almost closing hours and I was sure her mother would soon come and pick her up. I need to take her back to school. "But do you usually cry whenever someone calls you Mr. Lance?" "Huh?" "I mean, if I call you Mr. Lance, are you going to cry?" She asked again and I almost laughed at her question. "Of course not! Why would I cry because you call me by my name?" I arched my brow as I saw a sad look on her face. "Did something happen?" "It... it's just that whenever I call Miss..." "Bella!" I heard her name being called, which interrupted what she was about to say. Both of us turned towards the voice that was calling Bella's name, and my eyes landed on a young
Kingsley could not help but chuckle as he lifted his head away from Lysolâs shoulder and took his hand into his, intertwining their fingers. âYou see, Dad, Iâve become a bird.ââA what?â His father sounded thoroughly unimpressed.âA bird,â Kingsley repeated. âIâve spread my wings, taken flight. And now, Iâm soaring through the skies, traveling the world around freeâĶâA deep, frustrated sigh came through the speaker. âKingsley, enough of this nonsense. Come back home. You have responsibilities!âKingsley hummed in amusement. âResponsibilities? Oh, you mean the empire? Donât worry about that. I'm sure you have everything under controlâĶ just like you always have.âHis father sighed heavily, realizing that Kingsley had made up his mind.âOkay, Iâve given you my blessings. You are free to do whatever you want. Even if you want to hold a grand wedding with him, I will organize it right away. So come back.âKingsley smiled. âReally?ââYes, I will do it. In fact, I will make sure that your we
~~~~AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW~~~~After a long trial.After alot of heartbreaks, losses, and even pains, Lance and Maya finally found their way back to love.And in six months' time, Maya would welcome their second child, a new addition to their small but blossoming family.And today, beneath the watchful eyes of many guests who were invited from all across the globe, they would make another vow to spend forever together.Lance could be seen at the altar, dressed in a white suit with a neat black bow tie, sitting at his collar. A small flower was pinned to his suit. His hair was neatly styled, not a strand out of place but his usual charm was replaced with something deeperâan overwhelming anticipation that made his hands slightly sweaty, and he kept rubbing them together.Behind him was Kingsley, his best man.Oh no, it wasnât Henry but Kingsley.Lance had asked Kingsley to be his best man. And Henry, of course, could be seen sitting in the front row with his arms folded over his chest.
I blinked. âYouâre quitting? Why?âThen Diana hesitated, her eyes darting toward Lance, who was on the ground, for a brief second before looking down. I could see something like embarrassment on her face.âIâĶ I just think itâs best if I go.âI frowned. âNo, thatâs not a real answer. I asked why you suddenly want to leave. You told your fans and everyone that you were volunteering for six months, and youâve hardly even spent two weeks. Now youâre leaving?âShe smiled weakly. âYes, thatâs true. Itâs just that I need to do some things for myself too. Please donât take it personally. I actually came here to create a good impression on my fans, but nowâĶ I have realized many thingsâĶâThen she burst into tears, using her hand to wipe them away as they streamed down. I just watched with my mouth open.She then bowed her head. âI am truly sorry. Really, really sorry. I promise never to do that again. In fact, I will never cross your path again,â she said quickly.âHuh? Sorry about what? Why a
The workshop was at the back of the orphanage's main building. It was a small house built for storing things, but Lance decided to make use of it as a workshop. Lance made small chairs and tables for the kids and he also made swings and so many things around here with the use of wood. They were all amazing. Had no idea he had that in him. But what I like most when heâs doing his job here is when he's shirtless and working. I giggled at the thought of that.I liked watching him cut the woods as he looked so hot during that timeâhis hair falling over his face as he rise and fall, picking things up. His abs. And sweat streaming down his well-chiseled body as he focused on his workâĶ I loved it all.As I wanted to enter the workshop, I saw the flowers planted outside. So I walked closer and picked some, hanging around my hair and putting some behind my ears.Stepping inside, I saw Lance picking up a bottle of water from the freezer. He opened it and began to drink, turning around at th
We were in the middle of gisting when a horrible wave of nausea hit me. It crawled up my throat like a monster trying to escape.I quickly covered my mouth, trying to hold it in, but it was like my stomach was flipping itself inside out.âMaya, are you alright? Should I get you some water?â Morgan asked in a concerned tone as she quickly stood up from the bed, trying to get some water.âNo, it's fine,â I said, stopping her. âIt's just something I have been feeling for a while now, but it's temporary.âTaking her seat back, she asked, âAre you sure you are alright now?âI nodded fast. âYeah, yeah. Iâm totally fine. I justââBut before I could finish my words, it happened again, and this time, it was stronger.I covered my mouth with one hand and used the other hand to hit my chest, trying to make it stop, but it wasn't stopping.âI think I need to call someone. You need to go to the hospital as you definitely don't seem okay.âMorgan turned again to call someone, but I wasn't able to h
I listened as she slowly began to tell me how her mother-in-law and sister-in-laws were treating her the same way she and her mother had treated me when I was married to Lance. And she had two sister-in-laws. Twins.No matter what she did, it was never enough for the three of them. They insulted her for every single mistake, criticized her for every bad thing that happened to her husbandâeven if it was his job that had problemsâand always made her feel like she wasnât good enough. Every bad thing and misfortune that happened to her husband was blamed on her.âAt first, I thought I could handle it." She continued. "That as long as I was good to them and made them happy, they would like me more and stop treating me like that,â she let out a bitter laugh. âSo whenever they were angry, I would buy them expensive gifts like designer bags and shoes, just to appease them.And for a while, it worked. They smiled and all started acting nice. But then they always wanted more. But after sometim
SIX MONTHS LATER ~~~MAYAâS POV~~~ Looking up into the sky, I used my hand to cover my eyes as the warm morning sun shone on me. Seeing the sky so clear and bright, I think today will be very, very great. Something good is going to happen. I smiled and then continued my work, which was spreading the freshly washed bedspread on the rope. It is a weekend thing for meâor should I say for every woman in this orphanageâand I like doing it as it gives me time to think, to breathe, and at the same time, to watch Bella while working. I wasnât the only one washing the entire bedspread alone in this orphanage, as we had other women who were employed and those who also came to volunteer for a few days. Some even spent months with us, helping with the kids and other work in the orphanage. The orphanage was always lively and busy, especially in the mornings when all the kids woke up at the same time. It was filled with the sounds of children running down from each of their rooms, having morni
The hall was quiet, filled with the soft murmurs of people talking in hushed voices. The only loud sounds were the occasional sniffle or the rustling of fabric as someone shifted uncomfortably in their seat.A few candles flickered near the large framed photo of Mia, casting shadows on her smiling face. It almost made it look as if she was watching us.But she wasnâtâshe was right in front of all of usâĶ in the coffin.I took a deep breath as I looked around from where I was standing. I just wished that this would end soon and that all these passing storms would go with it.There were few people here, as the burial was private. Mayaâs parents were seated in the front row on the left side, with Bella sitting between them.Kingsley also came with Lysol.Henry was also here, but the monkey could be seen leaning against the wall at the back of the hall, arguing with his client. He couldn't even spare time to pay respect to the dead.Betsy sat with Maya in the front row, in the middle of th
~~~~LANCE'S POV~~~~I stood in front of the mirror, wearing my tie while also looking at Maya's figure on the bed. I sighed heavily as the black suit I was wearing felt heavier than it should.Maybe because today wasnât just any other day but the day we were laying Mia to rest. And as much as I wanted to be strong, I couldnât shake the weight pressing against my chest because Mia's death had caused a lot of damage to my familyâboth to Maya and to Bella.Maya had completely changed in ways I couldn't understand. It was as if she carried a guilt too heavy for her to bear, and she wouldnât talk to me or anyone about it. If she wasn't sitting on the balcony and gazing out into empty space, she would be staring at or holding Miaâs picture, pressing it tightly to her chest as if letting go of it would mean letting go of Mia.And no matter what I did to bring her to her senses and make her understand that we were losing Bella, she just wouldn't come to her right mind. I am the one trying to