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 park—""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 listen—""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 again—the 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
~~~MAYA'S POV~~~I gazed into Kingsley's eyes as he tried to reconcile with me. For the past two days, he had always texted me every hour, telling me what he had realized and the reason why he still wanted us. It's quite funny seeing my phone beep every time and it was always his message.All I could see on his face now was a mask of regret, his usually confident expression was now replaced by an almost boyish vulnerability as he stood before me, apologizing."Maya, I... I'm so sorry," Kingsley said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way I acted last time, the things I said... I’ve realized I was a complete ass and in the little time we stayed apart, I’ve realized so many things, which I will definitely and boldly say: 'I want us.'"I couldn't help but smile a little as I watched him make his confession. It was rare to see the one and only Kingsley Bane, who was used to getting his way and never apologized to anyone, squirm like this before me."Go on," I teased, raising an eyebr
His words hit like a slap, but I refused to falter as I didn't regret the decision I had made. I straightened my shoulders and met his cold stare. “I never said I wasn’t part of this family, Dad. I’m still your daughter and I will always be. But it's just that I’ve chosen not to follow your rules blindly anymore. That doesn’t make me any less a Roderigo.” “And yet, you dare to lecture me about the company I keep? Or about what my brother has done?” His voice dropped dangerously low. “You, who abandoned us? Atleast he's still with us ” “Abandoned?” I repeated, my voice trembling with anger. “I stood up for myself after you forced your decision on me. For once, I chose to live on my own terms, and if that offends you, so be it. But seeing you laugh and drink with the man who almost destroyed you..almost took away what belonged to you while calling himself your brother—don’t you see how hypocritical that is?” “Maya, stop,” Mom whispered, tugging at my arm gently. “Please.” But I
As the nurse entered Mia's ward, I quickly rushed after her, feeling the heat rushing to my face. My cheeks burned like wildfire, and I clenched my fists as I stormed into Mia’s ward, slamming the door shut behind me. Leaning against the door, I pressed my back against the cool wood, my chest heaving. What the fuck did I just do? Are you insane? He's your ex, how could you even think of doing that?I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to calm down, but it was useless. The memory of his lips on mine, the way he held me so firmly, the warmth of his breath—it all came rushing back. I raised my fingers to my lips, brushing over them lightly. They still tingled, and I hated it. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, making me feel both nauseous and... something else I didn’t want to name. And then suddenly, I felt the weight of several gazes on me, only to open my eyes and see Mia, Bella, and the nurse all staring at me. Their expressions ranged from confusion to amusement, and I ins
But I finally managed to mutter, “Oh. Well, that’s... quite unfortunate. I actually thought you and Ashley were a match made in heaven, and this is… really sad.” He let out a soft chuckle. “No, it wasn't sad, and we are not a good match. Ever since I lost a match made in heaven, I lost my entire life. And now… I want it all back. Everything.” His eyes didn’t leave mine, as though searching for something more—for me to say something. But I couldn’t find anything to say. “Is that all you have to say?” He asked.“Yes, it is. Do you want me to say something else?” My tone was sharp, each word a deliberate dagger. “I thought you’d be happy about it… I thought you’d be… you know, fine that I got what I deserved.” He’s right. I was supposed to be happy seeing them broken apart and losing everything. But now… I really didn’t feel much. I felt like I had done too much damage to him, more than he deserved, and I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him properly. But I still didn’t wa
***MAYA'S POV***"And then the tortoise said to his wife, 'If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’m not around as I have no money to give to them,' Bella began, her small hands emphasizing the words as she read aloud."So, the tortoise hid. But minutes later, a man arrived and asked the wife, ‘Is your husband home?’ The wife replied, ‘Oh, he’s traveled far, and I doubt he’ll ever return back to this house.’ Then the man sighed and said, ‘That’s unfortunate. I came to repay a debt I owe him, but since he’s not here, I’ll keep the money.’Bella paused dramatically, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. "Hearing this, the tortoise shouted from his hiding place, ‘Wait! I’m home!’ He rushed out from his hiding place to collect the money but on seeing the man, the tortoise's smile faded as the man was actually one of his debtors.” Mia and I couldn’t help but smile as Bella acted out each character with exaggerated expressions. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she giggled, clearly
***ASHLEY'S POV***I never imagined it would end like this—a quiet, heart-wrenching conclusion where we walked away from each other for good. When I decided to step back into Lance’s life six years ago, I was determined never to let him go, never to let anyone take him from me again. But now… it’s over. Standing on the courthouse steps, I watched his figure retreating, growing smaller with each step he took down the stairs. The crisp autumn air bit at my skin, but the cold I felt ran deeper. It wasn’t the chill of the weather—it was the weight of everything that had just happened. The closure I thought I wanted had left me feeling emptier than I ever imagined. The divorce was final. The court had granted it without a fight. Lance had surprised me by agreeing to sign the papers, though he made it clear I wouldn’t get a cent of his property. I didn’t care. I never wanted anything from him but this divorce… even if getting it meant resorting to things I never thought I’d be capable of
****FLASHBACKS****The classroom was bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, shadows stretching long across the floor. My lips brushed Lysol's owe last time, the moment abruptly shattered by the door bursting open and we both flinched apart.“Maya!” I barked, my heart leaping into my throat. Relief washed over me when I saw her standing there, smirking. For a brief moment, I thought it was a teacher or someone who could ruin everything.“What?” she drawled, leaning against the doorframe with a smug grin. “Relax, it’s just me.” She turned to Lysol with a playful tilt of her head. “Hi, handsome.”Lysol flushed, offering her a small smile. “Hi, Maya and congratulations on your graduation.” Today was actually the day we’re graduating from highschool. Others were outside celebrating but I prefer being here.“Same to you,” she replied breezily.Lysol turned to me, his smile softening. “I’ll see you later, Kingsley,” he murmured, slipping past Maya and out the door.As the door click
****KINGSLEY'S POV****“Here.” Lysol’s voice broke through my thoughts as he pressed a cool glass of wine into my hand. I looked up, meeting his gaze. His almond-shaped eyes, a shade of hazel that shimmer with flecks of gold, searching mine as though he could see the storm raging inside me.“Thanks,” I murmured, taking a sip. The wine burned sweetly, its warmth settling in my chest, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the weight pressing on my shoulders.We stood side by side at the balcony, wrapped in bathrobes as we just showered together not long. The desert landscape stretched endlessly before us, a perfect hideous for us meeting secretly. Well, he does come to my house a few times but we have many eyes around us and that was why we chose here.The silence between us was heavy, broken only by the faint whisper of the wind. Lysol’s hand brushed against mine, and before I could react, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. It was grounding, familiar, and fleeting—just
“Ashley,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “I promise you, if I find you, you will regret this.”Then her tone changed and she bursted into a heavy laughter. ““Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, dripping with malice. “I’ve had enough of this charade, so let me spell it out for you since you seem too dense to grasp the situation. You cheated on me, Lance. I found out. I even have pictures of your little escapades—pictures you’d never want anyone else to see.”My chest tightened. “Ashley…”She cut me off with an evil chuckle. “Since you refused to settle this amicably, I’ve decided to hit you where it hurts. I’ll be filing for divorce—and demanding half of your property as compensation. So get ready, darling. You’ll be splitting everything in two.And sweetheart, you’ll see the divorce paper in the bedroom once you get home. I'll see you in a few days at the court.”Her words sounds like a kids bed night story and I could not help but laugh.. “You think I’m going to let you take half of what I
***LANCE'S POV***I woke up to a pounding headache, the kind that felt like someone was jackhammering against the inside of my skull. A soft groan escaped my lips, as I clutched my head with both hands, trying to will the pain away. The world felt off-kilter, like I was trapped in some twisted dream, and it took what felt like an eternity for my senses to clear. After some minutes, I felt a little but relief and I slowly rolled onto my back, my gaze locking onto the ceiling above. A faint crack in the plaster caught my eye—a detail that only deepened the gnawing unease in my chest. I sighned in anger as the memory crashed into me like a tidal wave: the dining table, the satisfying smirk on her face, and the humiliation that had burned me from the inside out. "That bitch," I muttered, the words laced with venom as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet hit the cold floor, grounding me, but my head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I rubbed my temples wonderi