~~~ASHLEY’S POV~~~I sat on the cold, hard floor of the prison cell with my back leaning against the rough concrete wall. Never in my life did I ever think I would end up in a place filled with people like this.I had only been here for a few days, yet I already hated everything about this place. The food was trash, the people were worse and the bed was nothing but a thin, stinking mattress.I, Ashley Miller, the once queen of all, had now become someone who was framed for something she didn't do.I sighed heavily.Couldn't really blame anyone but my own stupidity for trusting that bitch.Well, it wouldn't be that long before I got out of here as Lance already promised me that..."Hey, new girl," a voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I raised my head only to see the leader of this cell.Fuck! I had been trying to stay out of their way for a while, but I had no idea today would be the day she would pick on me.She sneered. "Looks too clean for my liking. Come here and scratch my ba
I hit the glass again, harder this time. “Open this damn thing and come face me! I’ll kill you, you lying piece of—”She tilted her head back. “Oh, I thought it was. If I had known it wasn’t, I would have gotten something good for you on my way here. Poor you.”“Hey, just come in here and let’s see if you can still run your mouth without your big bodyguards with you! I dare you to come here, you bitch!”“Enough!” one of the guards barked. “Unless you want to be dragged back to your cell, step away from the glass.”I gritted my teeth, my breath heavy with rage but I didn’t want to give the bitch the satisfaction of watching me get thrown out like some wild animal. So I took a step back and inhaled deeply, then turned around, shaking my head.“I don’t have time for this,” I muttered. “I don’t even want to see her face again. Next time she comes, decline her visit. But I’m sure I’ll be out by then.”I was about to leave for my cell when her voice stopped me.“Do you really think you’re g
~~~MIA’S POV~~~Standing in a quiet corner of one of the biggest club here, I sipped my drink, watching Maya moving her waist to the rhythm of the music. Her ass was pressed against Lance’s lower region as she tweaked her waist seductively. Lance's hands rested firmly on her waist while she rolled her hips against him, lost in the moment.I really do admire them and I remember that just a few years ago, Maya wouldn’t have even stood up from her seat at a club, let alone danced this freely. She used to be stiff, shy, and nervous. But now… she was different.Stronger.And happier.All because she has it all now. Everything she wanted. And I won't lie—I’m a bit jealous.A soft smile crept onto my lips as I marveled at the fact that I could even be among people like this. People who were far above my class.I took another sip of my drink, feeling a familiar weight settle in my chest. When I met Maya six years ago, I used to envy her. I thought she was greedy and ungrateful for the life he
The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air, each impact sending a violent shudder through my body and It felt like I was the one being hit. Like every punch Lance threw landed directly on me instead.A strangled sob crawled up my throat, but I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth.Don’t make a sound, Mia.Don’t let them hear you.I kept repeating the words in my head, willing myself to disappear—to pretend like I didn't see anything or hear anything. But then I heard it again.Paul’s groan.It was now low and weak. Like he would lose his life any time soon.But I can't take it anymore. I can't bear to lose him and before I could stop myself—my legs moved on their own, dragging me out of my hiding place.I could see Lance’s arm raised mid-swing, his fist ready to slam into my brother again and just before then,“Stop! Stop, please!”I threw myself between them, squeezing my eyes shut as I braced myself for the hit.I waited for the sharp sting that would knock me off b
After some minutes, I finally managed to drag Paul into the secluded alleyway, my body trembling with exhaustion. His weight pressed against me as I lowered him to the ground, his breath ragged and shallow."Hold on, okay?" My voice wavered as I brushed the damp hair from his forehead but he didn't answer and just winced, his swollen eye barely able to open.I quickly opened my purse, pouring out everything that was in it until an ointment tube fell out of it. I always carried it around in case of any small emergency. Never know it would come handy today.My hands fumbled as I ripped open the ointment tube. My fingers shook so badly that I nearly dropped it. I scooped some onto my fingertips and dabbed it against the worst of his cuts.As it touches the area, Paul hissed in pain and tried to flinch away."Hold still," I muttered, gritting my teeth.But he couldn't. Every touch made him jerk, every press of my fingers made his body twitch in pain."I said hold still, Paul!" My voice c
~~~MAYA'S POV~~~Feeling on top of the world, I spun around the room, holding Betsy's hands. My hair whipped around as we both let go of one hand while the other was still intact.“Wooow!” I shouted out.Feeling that I needed more energy, I slowly began to reduce my speed of swirling around until Betsy and I balanced. Then I snapped my fingers at one of the bartenders, who immediately handed me another glass. After gulping it down, I returned the glass back on the tray which he was holding and then turned back to Betsy. “Let's continue,” I said, holding her hand again.We continued to dance again but as I moved around, I suddenly noticed that I didn't see Lance anywhere.I couldn’t even see someone that looked much like him around here.I stopped dancing and glanced over at the bar but he wasn't there either.“Where is he?” I asked no one in particular, scanning the room.As I couldn’t find him anywhere, I leaned closer to Betsy and told her that I needed to find Lance before beginni
(THE NEXT MORNING)The sun was barely up when I woke up, tying my hair into a messy bun. This morning, I woke up with a lot of energy—without any hangover or headache. And right now, I felt like doing something special.And that was cooking.So, without waking Lance up, I slid away from the bed and headed to the kitchen. Getting to the kitchen, I began to make breakfast, still thinking about how much I enjoyed myself yesterday.It was so amazing.The kitchen was quiet, except for the soft sizzle of bacon in the pan. I moved around, multitasking like a pro—flipping pancakes, stirring the soup, and slicing vegetables all at once.Then I made freshly brewed coffee mixed with warm vanilla… just like Lance loved it.By the time I was done, the dining table looked like something out of a cooking show. There were golden pancakes stacked high, fresh fruit sliced to perfection, salads, steaming hot soup, crispy bacon, sausage rolls, and warm bread straight from the oven. I just made everything
Maya…” she dragged my name, and my stomach twisted a little as if I was scared of what she wanted to say. “Did you… taste this before serving it?”I blinked at her, not once but more than three times as I tried to remember if I did taste the food or not.Taste it?Oh my God!I... I really didn't remember tasting any of it. I was just so caught up with finishing everything quickly and setting the table before they woke up that I didn’t even taste the food that I made.“I... is it that bad?” I stammered, my hands suddenly clammy.Everyone's eyes darted to me immediately, even though it was only Betsy who had taken a bite from the lasagna.Then Mia also picked up her fork and ate some of the lasagna, but her face suddenly twisted in horror, and she dropped the fork with a loud clank, picked a tissue, and spat it out. “ It seems somehow…I don't know, but maybe overcooked. And it's also very salty.”Turning to Bella, she added. “I don't think it will be a good idea if you try this out. How
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