Sarah was sipping from a glass of wine as she admired her reflection in the mirror.Her life had taken a drastic turn suddenly. Leaving Conrad had been the best decision she had ever made. He was a failure, a man too weak to give her what she wanted.She was glad that she schemed her way back into Jeremy's life.Just as she was about to take another sip of wine, her phone rang. The unfamiliar number flashing on the screen made her hesitate. Normally, she ignored calls from numbers she didn’t recognize, but something told her to answer this one.She picked up but didn’t say a word. Instead, she waited, listening to the silence on the other end.Then, a thick, hoarse voice broke through.“Hello, Sarah.”“Conrad,” she muttered, her voice dripping with irritation. “Why the hell are you calling me?”“We need to talk,” Conrad said, sounding miserable.Sarah scoffed. “There's nothing to talk about. Please, stop calling me,” Sarah said and hung up abruptly, tossing the phone onto the nightst
The very next day, after Jeremy and Sarah had met Leah and Noah at the mall, was Big Margaret's court hearing date.Jeremy didn't go. He couldn't stand seeing Leah with Noah like that, as a couple. He knew now that he was making a mistake by considering marrying Sarah because she was pregnant.He was miserable with her. His heart, body and soul belonged to Leah. He thought about her all the time. He yearned for her. He longed for her warm touch and her sweet kiss. Oh, he missed her.But she had moved on, and too quickly. It hurt him like hell. He was so pissed. But he wasn't supposed to be. Leah wasn't his anymore.Sarah came to the living room to see Jeremy watching the news. She picked the remote and changed the channel. Then she sat beside him. “We should go to the hospital and do a scan. You know, see how the baby is doing. Hear the baby's heartbeat,” she said.Jeremy didn't respond. His mind was far away.“Jerry?” She called out.“Um, yes. You were saying,” Jeremy snapped out o
“Ahan. Perfect family reunion,” Big Margaret said, clapping her hands. “Except the kids aren't here. I should have them brought here.”Leah stood up and walked up to her. “Stay the hell away from my siblings!”“What do you even want here?” She asked, looking at Big Margaret straight in the eyes, overdosed on confidence.Noah, who had remained stiff and silent, finally spoke. “Don't worry, Leah. I'm sure Anthony and his team will be here shortly to capture her again.” He was standing rigidly.But Big Margaret only laughed. A slow, taunting laugh that sent a shiver down Leah’s spine.“You must think I am foolish, don't you” Big Margaret said, laughing. “Let them come.”“I really do not get why you keep coming back here. You've taken everything from us, yet you won't let us have peace. Can you leave us the hell alone?” Leah vented, sounding frustrated.Big Margaret sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. “Oh, Leah. I hate coming here too.” She tilted her head and let her gaze drif
“So, this is Jeremy Harper,” Ambrose asked, over dinner.“Yes, grandpa,” Leah said.Jeremy smiled knowingly him. “I came with Leah to see you at the nursing home just recently.”“What do you think? That I don't remember? I know it was you,” Ambrose said, chuckling.“It was all an act,” Leah said, joining her grandpa in the laughter.Mama shook her head. “You've always been mischievous, father in-law,” she said, smiling.Turning to Jeremy, she said, “thank you, Jeremy. I couldn't think of anyone else to call after I received the warning from my father in-law.”“It was nothing, ma'am,” Jeremy said modestly.“Thank you so much, Mr Harper,” Keira said sharply.Jeremy smiled. “ Please, call me Jeremy. I'm glad you're okay,” he said, modest.Even though the atmosphere seemed cheerful, Leah could sense the tension within.She noticed Noah has been awkwardly quiet.“Grandpa, you do remember Noah, don't you?” Leah asked.“Of course. Your little husband,” Ambrose said, laughing heartily. “Are y
“Why do I still feel so tired?” Leah said as she yawned, walking to the kitchen to drink some water.Her eyes caught her grandpa Ambrose still lying on the couch.“He slept here?” She said, shaking her head. He was still lying in the exact same position she had left him. But something was wrong. His chest wasn’t rising. His body looked too still.“Grandpa?” she called softly, stepping closer.There was no response. Then she tapped him. “Grandpa.”She shook him gently. “Grandpa,” she called again, softly. Her voice cracked, panic settling in.Still nothing.Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch his face. Cold.“No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, no, no. Grandpa, wake up. Please!”Tears blurred her vision as she pressed her ear against his chest, desperate to hear a heartbeat. But there was none.A sob escaped her lips.She shook him harder this time. “Grandpa! Wake up!”Still, nothing.The realization hit her like a speeding truck.He was gone.A wail tore from her t
“Hey,” Jeremy said, his voice calm yet steady.“Hey,” Leah replied.“Maggie told me what happened. I'm so sorry,” Jeremy said sympathetically.“Thank you,” Leah said.“Can we see, please?” “Why?” Leah asked.“Just…please…I'm outside your house,” Jeremy said.“Outside? Right now? Jeremy, I can't…..”He cut her short. “I'll be waiting. Please, Leah.”Leah sighed. “Okay. Just a minute.”After hanging up, she stood in front of her mirror, observing her reflection. Her face looked tired, drained from the weight of everything she had been dealing with. She ran a hand through her hair, then decided to tie it up. She adjusted her dress, and took one final glance at herself before heading for the door.When she came out, she didn't see Jeremy. His car wasn't parked outside too.Her brows furrowed. He said he was outside, so where was he?And she left her phone inside. Or was he still on his way, but just wanted to get her to agree to come out?She decided to go inside and call him.But sudden
Leah’s head was throbbing.Her eyelids felt heavy, her limbs weak. There was a dull ache in her neck where she had been grabbed.She tried to move, but her wrists were tied. So were her ankles.She panicked.Her breathing quickened as she struggled against the restraints. She was lying on a hard surface, possibly a wooden floor. It smelled damp, old.A basement? A warehouse?She forced her eyes open.The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a shining bulb in the corner. The walls were rough, unfinished. It was cold.And she wasn’t alone.A figure stood near the door, watching her.She swallowed hard. "Who…?" Her voice was weak. “Who is there?”The man stepped forward, revealing his face.Conrad.Her stomach turned."Good, you’re awake," he said, crouching in front of her. "I was starting to think I used too much."Leah glared at him, trying to mask her fear. "Why are you doing this?"Conrad smirked. "Because I can."Her breathing hitched. "Jeremy…" She was supposed
Jeremy returned to the mansion looking disoriented, his clothes rumpled, his movements erratic. He was disorganized. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions; rage, frustration, disbelief.When he saw Sarah, his eyes flared up with anger.She looked confused. She wondered what was going on in his head. She felt uneasy with the way he looked at her.Jeremy didn't love her anymore. He didn't want her in his house. She was quite aware. But the way he looked at her tonight, it was as if he hated her with a passion. His eyes burned with a fury she hadn't seen before. “Uhm, are you okay?” She asked hesitantly, afraid.He didn't say a word. He gave her a stare that made her shiver.Then he went straight to the room. Sarah's heart pounded as she watched him disappear. Something was wrong. He had been cold to her ever since she announced the pregnancy, but this was different. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. Or worse, discovered a truth that shattered everything.Jeremy gathered Sarah's
Alfred couldn't believe what he'd learned - that his mother was cold, to the extent of selling a baby, his baby… her grandchild.It hurt him. He hoped he could find his daughter with his aunt's help.She had asked him to come with her, but she didn't say where. His hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel. Aunt Favy sat beside him, her face set in a deep frown.“She was sold?” Alfred’s voice was hoarse, disbelief thick in his tone.Aunt Favy nodded solemnly. “Your mother was… determined. She didn’t just want Maggie gone; she wanted to erase any trace of that child.”Alfred’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you stop her?”Favy sighed. “Do you think I didn’t try? I fought with her. I begged. But she had already made up her mind. And by the time I found out, it was too late. The baby was already gone.”Alfred clenched his jaw. He had always known his mother was controlling, but this? This was monstrous.“So, where are we going now?” he asked, his voice sharp. “Where did she take the
Jeremy sat in his car, gripping the sealed DNA envelope. His heart pounded against his ribs. He had picked up the result, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the hospital as if everything was fine. But everything was not fine.“What if Leah is actually my sister?” he thought.The thought alone made him feel sick. He had imagined a future with her, had felt something deep, something real. And if the result confirmed his worst fear… what then?His fingers tightened around the envelope, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly.Instead of heading home, he turned the ignition and drove straight to Doctor Alfred’s office.Dr. Alfred was behind his desk when Jeremy walked in unannounced. Alfred’s face brightened in greeting, but before he could say a word—“You’re a coward,” Jeremy said, his voice sharp.Alfred frowned. “Excuse me?”Jeremy shut the door behind him, stepping further into the office. “You heard me. How could you?”Alfred’s brows dr
As Maggie fed Leah supper, she gazed at the young woman with a tenderness that had become second nature to her. The rhythmic motion of bringing the spoon to Leah’s lips was soothing, almost meditative. She had been asking her a few gentle questions, probing softly, trying to see if Leah’s memory had returned, even in the slightest way. But there was no sign of recognition in Leah’s eyes—only the same warmth and trust she had developed over time.Then, for the first time, Maggie’s eyes caught a faint mark around Leah’s neck. Her hand trembled slightly as she set the spoon down.“My dear, what happened to you on your neck?” Maggie asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.Leah blinked in surprise, tilting her head slightly. “It’s always been there, Mom. You’ve never seen it?”Maggie’s heart pounded as her eyes remained fixed on the mark. It was impossible to ignore now. Her face betrayed her emotions, a mixture of surprise and something deeper—something unsettling. “Um… I haven’t
Jeremy sat beside Leah’s hospital bed, his gaze locked onto her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, so innocent—completely unaware of the weight she carried in his heart. He reached for her delicate hand, pressing it to his cheek as if trying to absorb her warmth, to feel closer to her. The rhythm of her breathing was steady, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything.But then, she stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her lips parted slightly before she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim hospital light, then her gaze landed on him.A soft smile curved her lips. "Hi."Jeremy quickly dropped her hand, feeling a bit embarrassed to be caught in such a vulnerable moment. He forced a small smile. "Hey."She studied his face for a moment, her expression gentle yet curious. "You okay?"He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yeah… yeah, just lost in thought."She tilted her head. "Wanna share?"He hesitated, debating whether to say what had b
Jeremy’s gaze didn’t waver as he stood in front of Dr. Alfred, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His mind raced with questions, and the cryptic tension in the air wasn’t helping.“You knew Maggie?” Jeremy pressed.Alfred’s lips parted, but he hesitated, glancing toward Leah, who was still lying in bed, watching them with mild curiosity. Then he sighed and nodded. “We used to know each other… very well.”Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “That’s not an answer. How well?”Alfred studied him for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair. “It’s a long story.”Jeremy could see that the man was holding back. He clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. “I’ve got time.”Alfred, however, didn’t look convinced. He took in Jeremy’s expectant expression and Leah’s confused one before shaking his head. “Not here. Not now.”Jeremy took a step forward, frustration simmering beneath his skin. “I need to know—”“Jeremy.” Alfred’s tone was firm now. “I need to excuse myself.”Jeremy frowned but did
Jeremy paced around his living room, phone pressed to his ear, looking very worried. He had called Leah multiple times, but she hadn’t answered.“Come on, Leah. Pick up,” he muttered, dialing again. It went straight to voicemail.Leah never ignored his calls like this – not unless she had a reason. And right now, he had no reason to believe she would shut him out. Things were fine between them. Anxiety curled in his stomach, spreading through his chest like wildfire. His gut feeling just told him something was wrong.He ran a hand through his hair, trying to think. Then, without hesitation, he scrolled through his contacts and called the next person who came to mind.“Hey, Noah, I’ve been trying to reach Leah, but she’s not picking up. Do you know where she is?” Jeremy asked, worry evident in his voice.Noah was silent for a moment, and then came a heavy sigh. “Jeremy… there’s something you need to know.”Jeremy’s entire body tensed.The moment Jeremy heard the words Leah and hospita
After Leah stormed out of the house, she entered her car and placed her head on the steering. She sat up and gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her mind a whirlwind of emotions too heavy to contain.Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.She needed to talk to Jeremy. He always knew what to say, how to calm the storm in her mind. With shaky fingers, she dialed his number.The call didn’t connect.She exhaled sharply, dialing again.Still nothing.A fresh wave of anger surged through her. Of course, the one person she needed right now was unreachable.Slamming her phone onto the passenger seat, she turned on the ignition and drove off, not caring where she was headed. She just needed to escape.The roads blurred as she sped past streetlights and empty sidewalks. After what felt like hours, she finally stopped in front of a bar.She hadn't even realized where she was going.Taking a deep breath, she stepped
Leah stormed out of the house, her chest tightening with frustration. The air outside felt thick, heavy with unspoken words and secrets she was no closer to uncovering. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get away. Away from the lies, from the deceit, from the feeling that everyone she trusted was hiding something from her.Noah let out a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “You should have told her,” he said quietly.Mama shook her head, her eyes still wet. “No, Noah. I don't want her to know. I don't think she can handle it.”Noah let out a humorless chuckle. “You think so? Mama Bear, she already knows something is wrong. Keeping her in the dark is only making her more determined. Besides, Leah is stronger than you think. She may handle it better than you think.Mama turned away, wiping her face. “I just… I just wanted to protect her.”Noah sat down, his hands clasped together. “I get that. But you’re pushing her away instead.”Mama sniffled. “You promised me,
Big Margaret had been transferred, yes. But Leah wasn't. So Big Margaret could still reach out to her if she wanted to.After all, it was through her lawyer that Big Margaret had sent a message requesting to see her before.Leah realized this quickly in her office, when she was thinking about the whole issue and phoned her assistant, Monica, asking her to be watchful for any message from Big Margaret and to keep her updated immediately.It wasn't long before Monica received another call, but this time, from Mrs Fisher, Leah's mother.“Has Big Margaret contacted you again since that time?” She asked. There was a weight of authority in her voice.“No, ma'am,” Monica replied.“No message from her lawyer yet?” “No. No message,” Monica replied.“Alright. You know what you must do should she try to contact Leah again, right?”“Yes, ma'am. I'll report to you immediately.”“Good. She mustn't get Leah,” Mama said.“I understand, ma'am.”“Thank you for your help, Monica. I know I can count on