STACY. The hum of the car engine fills the silence as I stare out the window, my thoughts spiraling into the unknown. Jason’s unlabelled file sits heavy in my mind. The sheer scale of those profits is unnerving. What kind of business generates that much money? And why would he keep it hidden?
Her words offer a flicker of hope, but the weight in my chest remains. “I just wish I knew how to help him,” I admit, my voice cracking. “You’re helping by being here,” Hannah says firmly. “And by staying strong for Liam.” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Thanks, Hannah. I needed to hea
STACY. Jason’s eyes flutter open, his brow furrowing as he stares at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his voice is groggy, and confused. The words hit me harder than they should, like a punch straight to my gut. I blink, frozen, trying to process what he just said. Who am I? Is Jason serious right
I turn away from Jason's door and watch as the doctor walks away, leaving me with my thoughts and the heavy weight of uncertainty. I press my palms to my cheeks, wiping away tears that won’t stop falling. Jason doesn’t remember me… but I’ll remind him. I have to for Liam. Straightening my should
JASON. My Nicole can't break up with me and be dead... This is just a lie!!! The wind rushes past me as I sprint down the familiar roads, my hospital gown flapping against my legs as my heart pounds in rhythm with my racing thoughts. What the hell just happened back there? Mom and Dad, acting
JASON. A day later, I’m pacing the grand hall of what I thought was my parent's mansion, my footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. The place feels suffocatingly unfamiliar, despite everyone here acting like they know me. Warriors and servants nod their heads respectfully as I pass, their g
What kind of life did I have if I can’t even recognize myself in it? My parents walk into the living room with concern etched on their faces but they don't say anything. Suddenly, the sound of small, hurried footsteps pulls me out of my swirling thoughts as the main door to the mansion creaks open,
STACY (Meanwhile, at Jason’s office…) I shuffle the papers on Jason’s desk, signing off on the last of the daily approvals with a pen that feels heavier than it should. The chair beneath me creaks, but I barely notice. My focus is on the stack of documents that never seems to shrink—the mountain
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and
She ends the call and turns to me, practically glowing with excitement. "Great news. That was an old friend of mine who owns a bridal boutique. I asked for a favor earlier, and she’s sending over a selection of dresses, ones you’ll actually like." I let out a breath of relief, shaking my head. "Th
ANNAH. (An hour later) I sit cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine Stacy came home with while she scribbles notes in a planner. The coffee table between us is littered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sample wedding invitations. The scent of fresh roses fr
"You’re a damn tease," I snap. Daniel only smirks before lowering his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it between his lips. "Mmm," I murmur, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touc
HANNAH "You want proof that you are the only woman I love? Fine. I'll show you proof," Daniel says while locking the bedroom door behind him. I frown slightly as my pulse quickens. "What do you think you are doing?” He doesn't respond to my question but walks toward me with the grace of a leop
She nods faintly, leaning against me as we walk. But just as we reach the steps, Roxanne stumbles. I react instantly, catching her before she can fall. Her hands grip my shoulders for support, and as I pull her upright, our faces end up dangerously too close even for my own comfort. Her breath bru