As Lance was wheeled into the emergency center, my eyes stayed glued to him. My feet felt like they were rooted to the floor, and I just couldn’t stop shaking. I glanced down at my hand and then my dress, which was now soaked with his blood, and the scene kept replaying in my head.How he ran towards me, shouting my name. The fear in his eyes and voice as he tried to save me from danger. How the chandelier had come crashing down, but I just couldn't move at that moment because of the shock. And then he’d shoved me out of the way, making it fall on him.I sank into one of the chairs outside the emergency ward. My legs felt like jelly and were also too weak to hold me up any longer. Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to stop the trembling.I could sense people bustling around me and voices blending into a blur. But I just couldn't look up to identify them as I wasn't in my right state of mind.Why was it at that moment that the chandelier had to fall? Why?A coat draped over my sh
~~~ASHLEY'S POV~~~ The aura in the air was already screaming that there was something serious she wanted to say to me. And the way her arms were crossed and her lips were pressed together in that tight line I hated, proved my right. Mom called me earlier this morning saying she wanted to see me but I was busy, so I showed up now and the way she was looking at me told me this conversation wasn’t going to go well. “How long, Ashley,” she said after a moment of silence. “How long what?” “How long will you keep living like this?” “Living like what, Mom? I'm totally living my best life.” She let out a long sigh and shook her head like I was some hopeless child who didn’t understand the world. “This isn't your best life, neither is it the kind of life I wanted for you. I thought you're smarter than these but you keep disappointing me. Look at yourself, Ashley. You have no job and no money and nothing to your name except being Kingsley Bane’s girlfriend. Is that all you want t
When I arrived at Ambrosia Hall, my heart was beating so fast that I felt like it would burst st any moment. A waiter led me to a private room, and when the door opened, I froze on sight.The room was dim, and a single beam of light illuminated a beautifully set table. There was a bouquet of roses in the center and the sight was so romantic that I felt tears prick my eyes.But as I stood there, I couldn’t stop the small voice in my head. “You worked hard for this. Every humiliation, every pain, every tear…you really deserve this.” And then I saw him—Kingsley, standing tall in a black tuxedo suit with his hair perfectly styled. He looked so handsome that I couldn’t help but stare, my heart racing with every step he took toward me. “You’re here.”“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady even though I was trembling inside. “I came as fast as I could. Your message sounded urgent.”“Thanks,” he said, his lips curling into a warm smile. “And you look beautiful tonight.”I could f
~~~MAYA'S POV~~~A smile tucked at the corner of my lips as I pictured Ashley’s entire expression. When she entered at first, she had no idea that she wasn't the only one here, as everywhere was dark, with light only focused on the table, which was set for Kingsley and Lysol, and also on the piano.I watched her as she played the piano well, pouring all her soul into it, and even the tone moved me. But when there was a loud burst of confetti and she snapped her eyes open, I could not help but burst into laughter when she first saw the proposal banner with Lysol's name on it.Poor Ashley.She had truly believed he was going to propose to her and had held onto that belief so tightly, probably imagining herself in a white dress, standing beside him in front of a crowd.Like, I really couldn’t deny that seeing her crushed expression gave me some satisfaction. Well, after everything she had done, after all the pain she had caused me, wasn’t it fair that she got a taste of her own medicine?
Walking toward Betsy, she gave me a disdainful look. “You know you’re such a bad person, Ariel.”“Am I?”“Like… How could you not tell me about this beforehand? Do you know how shocked I was? I nearly fainted!”I laughed, shaking my head as I finally got what she was saying. “Oh, sweetheart, I'm really sorry. I wanted to, but I don't really think it's such a big deal.”Betsy sighed dramatically before shaking her head. “You really have no idea what you made me do. I literally blew up all his lines with messages and insults when you went missing after the ruined wedding day. I was so mad at him that I thought he was the one taking you for granted.”I raised a brow, curious. “What did you say to him?”She bit her lip before groaning. “Let’s just say I gave him a piece of my mind.”That’s not good.But looking at Kingsley, I don't really think he still remembers that.“I’m sure he didn’t take it to heart.”She pouted. “I still feel bad, though.”I waved my hand dismissively before taking
~~~LANCE'S POV~~~ “We’ve been sitting here for six damn hours,” Bryan muttered, rubbing his temple. “Not a single damn fly has walked out of that place. I think it’s time we give up and try another method.” I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed on the entrance of The Haven Lounge. “No, I'm sure this is the best way to catch him. If we go in there, he’ll see us coming and slip out before we even know where to look.”Bryan groaned, sinking further into his seat. “I get that, but I actually have real work to do. Unlike you, I can’t afford to waste my whole day on a wild goose chase.” I turned my head slightly, catching the frustration etched all over his face. His jaw was clenched, brows drawn together and his fingers were tapping impatiently against the steering wheel. I could clearly see that he’s at his limit. “Relax, I’m damn sure he’s in there and my gut is telling me that he’ll show his face soon. So just chill. And besides, aren’t lawyers supposed to fight for justice? I got in
~~~MAYA'S POV~~~I run through the hospital doors like a madwoman. The shoes I am wearing feel a little uncomfortable, which means I must be wearing them wrong, but I don't really care.Right now, I am not in my right mind. No mother would be.When Lance was rushed here last time, I had prayed to never experience this again—to never have someone I love lying in a hospital bed.But it has happened again. And to Bella.We were celebrating Betsy’s success, as she had successfully opened her resort, when Lance's call came in. In fact, right now, I'm managing to stay upright as I am still under the influence of alcohol."Bella… where is Bella?" I demanded as soon as we reached the reception. My voice was shaking, my breath uneven, as I really can't even imagine the condition my poor baby is in.Mia, Betsy, and I stood there, eagerly waiting for the nurse to say something—anything.“The patient?” she asked.“No, a fucking goat! Do you treat those here?” I snapped, frustration and fear twist
As the words left my mouth, time seemed to stop for a moment. Lance didn’t move nor blink. He just had his eyes locked onto mine, and I saw them filled with emotions I couldn’t name. Was it anger? Or shock? Or maybe disbelief?I didn’t really know. His lips parted slightly, and a small, shaky breath escaped. “What?”“ So you will donate. And I own you one and nothing more.”His lips trembled like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to yell or ask questions. But no words came out of his mouth. Was he too shocked or maybe he was holding them back?I looked away because I couldn’t take it anymore.Lance didn’t say another word to me. He just turned to the doctor. “Where do I donate?” His actions surprised me as I expected him to explode or to question me about how it is possible as he even had a DNA done or even get angry that I had kept this from him. But I was a little surprised as I had imagined this moment so many times but in every version, Lance never reacted like this.Wa
Kingsley could not help but chuckle as he lifted his head away from Lysol’s shoulder and took his hand into his, intertwining their fingers. “You see, Dad, I’ve become a bird.”“A what?” His father sounded thoroughly unimpressed.“A bird,” Kingsley repeated. “I’ve spread my wings, taken flight. And now, I’m soaring through the skies, traveling the world around free…”A deep, frustrated sigh came through the speaker. “Kingsley, enough of this nonsense. Come back home. You have responsibilities!”Kingsley hummed in amusement. “Responsibilities? Oh, you mean the empire? Don’t worry about that. I'm sure you have everything under control… just like you always have.”His father sighed heavily, realizing that Kingsley had made up his mind.“Okay, I’ve 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.”Kingsley smiled. “Really?”“Yes, 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 deeper—an overwhelming anticipation that made his hands slightly sweaty, and he kept rubbing them together.Behind him was Kingsley, his best man.Oh no, it wasn’t 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. “You’re quitting? Why?”Then 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.“I… I just think it’s best if I go.”I frowned. “No, that’s 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 you’ve hardly even spent two weeks. Now you’re leaving?”She smiled weakly. “Yes, that’s true. It’s just that I need to do some things for myself too. Please don’t take it personally. I actually came here to create a good impression on my fans, but now… I have realized many things…”Then 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. “I am truly sorry. Really, really sorry. I promise never to do that again. In fact, I will never cross your path again,” she said quickly.“Huh? 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 he’s 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 time—his 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 work… 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.“Maya, are you alright? Should I get you some water?” Morgan asked in a concerned tone as she quickly stood up from the bed, trying to get some water.“No, it's fine,” I said, stopping her. “It's just something I have been feeling for a while now, but it's temporary.”Taking her seat back, she asked, “Are you sure you are alright now?”I nodded fast. “Yeah, yeah. I’m totally fine. I just—”But 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.“I think I need to call someone. You need to go to the hospital as you definitely don't seem okay.”Morgan 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 husband—even if it was his job that had problems—and always made her feel like she wasn’t good enough. Every bad thing and misfortune that happened to her husband was blamed on her.“At 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,” she let out a bitter laugh. “So 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 ~~~MAYA’S 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 me—or should I say for every woman in this orphanage—and I like doing it as it gives me time to think, to breathe, and at the same time, to watch Bella while working. I wasn’t 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 wasn’t—she was right in front of all of us… 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. Maya’s 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 wasn’t just any other day but the day we were laying Mia to rest. And as much as I wanted to be strong, I couldn’t shake the weight pressing against my chest because Mia's death had caused a lot of damage to my family—both 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 wouldn’t 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 Mia’s 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