"You're fired, Leah! I don't want to ever see you here again.” Her boss' words struck her like lightning. She had just lost the only job that fed her and her family. Hot tears threatened to leave her eyes as she stood in front of Mr. Michael, trembling.
“Please, sir. I- this is my only source of income. You know how it is ever since my dad-” “Enough, Leah! You should have just continued to be the obedient girl that you were.” He cut her off, his voice sending a chill down her spine, as she glanced around to see people staring at her. All she did was refuse the advances an annoying customer had made toward her. Her boss had queried her because of the several reports he had gotten from their top customers on how she snapped at them. He said she was being rude to their big customers and was likely pushing them away to their competitors. He urged her to just play along when they flirted with her. “You don't have to go to their houses and get in their beds, Leah. Just play along here,” he had told her, but she just couldn't allow some simp try to flirt with her. She quietly picked up her bag and headed home. “Your mom was rushed to the hospital. We tried to contact you but couldn't get through to you,” their good neighbor said upon seeing her. “Thank you,” was all she muttered. Hot tears dropped down her cheeks. The electricity had been cut off earlier that morning, the landlord had threatened eviction, and the final warning letter from her siblings' school stared back at her. Why had the universe decided to be cruel to her? She reminisced on how things used to be when dad was still alive. Their whole life turned upside down after he passed away. With the weight of the burden she was carrying, she needed to brace up and find a new job as fast as she could. She could do anything to help her family. Anything. She had thought she was strong but lately it seemed like she was just holding her family together with duct tape and prayers. It wasn't long before she received a phone call from an acquaintance about a job opening. Mr. Jeremy Harper needed a caregiver and the salary was $500. “The Harpers that we all know? $500?” Before she asked all the questions she wanted, she got interrupted. “Hold on. It seems like it's a male caregiver he wants. I'm sorry, Leah.” Leah was disappointed. “Oh…I see.” She was back to wondering when she would get another job. The weight on her shoulders felt like a mountain crushing her chest. It was worse that she had just lost her job. She could no longer afford her mother's medication and now her mother had been admitted. Her hands gripped her head. She needed to vent. She called her best friend, Noah. Noah sat cross-legged on the floor, sipping from a half-empty soda can. His boyish smile, the one Leah usually found comforting, was missing. He hated seeing her like this—defeated, hopeless. “I wish I could help more,” he said quietly, “but you know things aren’t great for me either right now.” Leah sighed. “It’s not your responsibility. It’s mine. Mom, my siblings—none of this is your burden.” She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and opened the job listings app again. Scrolling through countless postings she wasn’t qualified for, one caught her eye: “Male Caregiver Needed. Live-In Position. $500 Monthly.” It was the same one her former colleague had just informed her about. Her heart skipped a beat at the figure. That kind of money could go a long way. Bills, rent, school fees, and even her mother’s medication—all covered. But then reality set in: Male caregiver. She wasn’t exactly what they were looking for. “Why do guys get all the good-paying jobs?” she muttered bitterly, tossing the phone onto the couch. “What’s it about?” Noah asked. She hesitated. “A live-in job. Caregiver. Pays well but… it’s for men only.” Noah laughed. “They probably think men can lift and carry stuff better.” Leah shot him a glare, a spark igniting in her chest. “I can lift just as well as any man. And I’ve got a brain too. This is ridiculous!” “Well, life’s not fair, Leah,” Noah said with a shrug. Something clicked in her mind—a crazy, outlandish idea. She sat up, her eyes blazing with sudden determination. “What if I become a man?” Noah stared at her like she’d sprouted another head. “What?” Leah grabbed his soda can, taking a dramatic swig before lowering her voice. “What if I disguise myself as a man and apply for the job?” Noah burst out laughing, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. “You? Pretending to be a guy? Leah, you’d be caught in five minutes.” She smirked. “You forget, I’ve watched way too many soap operas. I know how to act. All I need is a haircut, some loose clothes, and a slightly deeper voice. I’ll be fine.” “You’re delusional,” Noah said, still chuckling. “I'm not, Noah. You will help me pull this off,” she said, brushing off his doubts. Deep down, Noah admired her courage. He’d always been drawn to Leah’s fire, but she’d made it clear they were just friends. He didn’t want to jeopardize that. The next day, Leah chopped off her long black hair, styled it into a short, shaggy cut, and borrowed Noah’s oversized hoodie and sneakers. With her face free of makeup and her voice rehearsed into a convincing baritone, she was ready. She applied for the job, and to her shock, she was invited for an interview. Two days later, Leah—or rather, “Leo”—arrived at a sprawling mansion. The estate was intimidating, with tall iron gates and perfectly manicured lawns. A woman in her late 40s opened the door, and ushered her in. The woman held a document in her hands, probably Leah's application. With a very broad smile, she said, “Welcome, Mr. Leo. I am Maggie. Mr. Harper asked me to interview you.” Leah felt a twinge of fear, worried that her lie might be uncovered. She covered up with a warm smile. For the next few minutes, Maggie grilled Leah on caregiving tasks. Leah, having taken care of her mom for years, answered every question with confidence, ensuring she deepened her voice while she spoke. By the end, Maggie nodded. Maggie stepped away briefly into another room. Moments later, she returned and politely said , “please, follow me.” Leah was led into a study where Jeremy sat. His wheelchair was positioned behind a large oak desk. He didn’t even look up when she walked in. He was just looking out the window. Jeremy's features were sharp and commanding, as that of any billionaire, but his expression seemed cold, almost hostile. Everyone knew the Harper family but no one ever described Jeremy Harper perfectly. His presence alone was intimidating. Even from behind, she could see the tension in his posture.“Mr. Harper,” Leah called out steadily.Jeremy turned around swiftly and Leah saw him face to face for the first time. Yes, people had described him to be very wealthy and commanding and good looking, but no one ever described how he looked perfectly. Pictures of him on billboards didn't even do justice. This man was dripping in finesse.“How can one man be this good-looking?” Leah wondered.“Leo, is it?” Jeremy asked, his piercing blue eyes scanning her from head to toe. He was a very classic man.Leah swallowed her nerves, deepened her voice and answered, “yes, sir.”“You start tomorrow,” he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.Leah almost skipped out of the mansion. She'd done it. The job was hers.On reaching home, she saw that her mother had been discharged, and it was Noah who had taken care of the hospital bills. Her mother had been in a myasthenic crisis but was doing better after receiving treatment at the hospital. She only had to keep taking her medication, avoid
“Ugh! My head aches so bad. Leo! Leo!” Jeremy called out, gripping his head and groaning.“Yes, sir,” Leah rushed in as if she had been waiting to be summoned. She barely had enough sleep the previous night, wondering if Jeremy had found her out or not. She was uneasy.Jeremy just looked at her and mumbled, “lousy man.”“Make me some lime juice, for my headache. I'm having a hangover from last night.”“What? Last night?” She asked even though she had heard him clearly. She was terrified. She had been careless last night and she could've sworn that he heard her. Oh God! She prayed silently in her heart.“Are you deaf? You better hurry!” “Yes, sir!” She hurried out and came back with a glass of the lime juice.“Sir, I have arranged the clothes you'll wear. Will you have breakfast downstairs or should I bring it here?” Leah asked.“You aren't my babysitter, are you? I'll let you know when I need something. Get lost!” He snapped at her. Leah couldn't understand why he was so difficult t
Jeremy seemed to be watching Leah closely after the previous night and Leah could feel it. She became extremely careful. She had told herself that whether she was alone or not, as long as she was in the mansion, she was “Leo.”She did her work swiftly and avoided him like a plague. She couldn't risk getting caught. Her life depended on retaining that job and getting her monthly salary.Thankfully, a month flew by, and payday arrived.She received her salary and got a bonus too. Her boss wasn't so bad, after all.Her once-a-month weekend leave had arrived, and she was eager to go home and be herself again.“Mama, how have you been?” She greeted her mother, kissing her cheeks.Her siblings, Keira and Ivan, welcomed her warmly, arguing over who would carry the groceries she brought. Their playful bickering made Leah and their mother laugh.Leah cooked Noah's favorite dish, porridge, and invited him over. “Noah, I appreciate all that you do for me. You're more like a brother to me than a
Jeremy looked dashing in his navy-blue suit, polished shoes, gold wristwatch, and the faint scent of designer cologne. Stepping out in style, he was driven to the office, where his arrival created a buzz akin to a presidential visit. As the company’s president, his presence commanded respect. Everyone welcomed him with warm smiles. He shook hands with a few colleagues, and wheeled his chair to his office. It felt good to be back. Everything was in place. His secretary walked in to brief him on the things that had been going prior to his resumption. She expressed how happy she was that he survived the accident, and said that she was optimistic that he would walk again. He cut her short. He didn't like talking about the possibility of walking again. Having high hopes and expectations cut short wasn't something he was ready for. Jeremy, however, quickly changed the subject. He wasn’t ready to entertain false hope. Thanking her for holding the fort, he instructed her to prepare the
Jeremy made arrangements for Leah to go shopping and get classy dresses befitting of her new status as his wife.It was all mixed feelings for Leah. She was anxious and excited. This was a good offer. At the end of the six month contract, she'd have saved enough to change her family's story for good. She hadn't even told anyone about the new development. She would surely tell her mom and her best buddy, Noah.The car pulled up to a luxurious spa, where Leah was treated to a full-body massage, facial treatments, and even a manicure. Afterward, the driver drove them to a high-end beauty salon where her hair was styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back. By the time they reached the boutique, Leah barely recognized herself in the mirror.She tried on several dresses, each more elegant than the last. Jeremy, seated in his wheelchair, watched silently, his eyes narrowing with every outfit she modeled. His gaze wasn't one of criticism but of astonishment. Leah, in all her understa
“Leah?” Jeremy called out softly. Leah swallowed hard. He had said ‘no strings attached,’ so what did he want? She wasn't a cheap girl and he had to know that. Jeremy wheeled his chair closer to her instead. “Leah, look at me. Come close.” Leah froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She bent to face him, feeling vulnerable and helpless. She breathed heavily and Jeremy could hear her heart beat faster. He raked his fingers through her hair and Leah closed her eyes, motioned to receive a kiss, as Jeremy's move hinted at her. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Jeremy’s question broke the spell, his voice low but teasing. Leah quickly opened her eyes, her cheeks flushing with heat. “Seduce you? Excuse me?” she retorted, her tone defensive. “I’m not trying to do anything of the sort!” Jeremy curled his lips. “Then, the incident at the boutique…and right now, you're wearing a transparent robe in my room. What are you up to?” “Oh, God. It's not what you think at all. Why would I
Jeremy had missed several therapy sessions. He felt they were useless. He had in fact given up hope of ever walking again. That accident broke him. It changed the whole existence of his being. There was no such thing as unconditional love. If there was, Sarah would have stuck with him and supported him.Sarah’s departure had left a wound deeper than the physical scars on his body. It was the kind of hurt that ate away at his soul.He was hurt. He had no one. Only Maggie had stayed with him, yet, for some reason, he resented her.He cared about her. He didn't want her to be homeless or anything of that sort, but he didn't appreciate her trying to act like a mother to him.He had no one, and that was fine. He was fearless and feared. He had built a fortress around himself, a wall too high and too thick for anyone to climb. He commanded authority. He was alone now, but not lonely. He liked it like that.That morning, he had an appointment with his orthopedic doctor, but it didn’t matter
After Big Margaret and Conrad had left, an oppressive silence descended upon the room. The air was thick with tension, “Leah,” Jeremy said quietly, “what’s going on?” Leah hesitated, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t. Finally, she turned to him, her eyes filled with a quiet desperation, and shimmered with tears that refused to fall. “I’ll explain everything,” she said softly. “But not here.” The drive back to the mansion was long and quiet. Leah had acted really brave but Jeremy could still sense the fear that Big Margaret's presence had on her. “So, Big Margaret is your aunt? How? I don't understand anything,” Jeremy broke the silence. He was too curious to just wait till they got home. Leah began to shiver as she burst into tears. “She took everything my father ever worked for after he passed away and allowed us to suffer in abject poverty.” Jeremy handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face as he tried to console her. He put her head against his
Elizabeth lay on her back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't seem to silence.The things Monica said taunted her. There was this urge to call her mom and confront her, but she restrained herself.Her mind was so far that she didn't even notice her mom had come back and even entered her room.“My baby,” Mrs. Callahan called softly but Elizabeth was lost in thought.Mrs. Callahan sat on the edge of the bed and tapped her.“Lizzy dear, are you okay?” She asked, noticing Elizabeth had been lost in thought. She had never seen Elizabeth this absent-minded before.Elizabeth scoffed, finally blinking as if waking up from a trance. “Your baby?” she said, as if just hearing it. “Am I really your baby?” she asked, slowly sitting up and watching Mrs. Callahan closely.Mrs. Callahan became uncomfortable. Her facial expression gave her away. “What are you saying, Lizzy?”I knew it. Since the day Maggie and the doctor came here, I've been suspecting som
Leah had barely gotten enough sleep the previous night, but there was no time to dwell on that now. She needed answers. She needed to find out the truth, and she couldn't wait to get to the office.“My dear, where are you going so early?” Mama asked Leah.Leah turned and sighed softly. “Ma, I need to rush to the office. It's an emergency,” Leah explained as she wore her wristwatch.Mama who had been watching her sprang up at the mention of the word ‘emergency.’“Emergency? What emergency is that?” Mama inquired.Leah looked at her mother and shook her head. It was typical of her to react that way. Always quick to panic.“I don't want you to get worked up. I haven't been to the office for so long and I believe there are things that require my attention,” Leah said, trying to make her mother calm.Mama studied her daughter for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, right. Even though Monica has been handling everything well, you should still go. I wanted to suggest it earlier but I just
Elizabeth rose up from Jeremy’s seat swiftly the moment she saw him, looking shocked. “It's not what you think, sir,” she tried to explain. There was urgency in her voice, but it wasn’t fear. It was the desperate need to explain. But Jeremy didn't even look upset. He looked concerned instead, his brows slightly furrowed.“You should be in the hospital, Elizabeth,” Leah said, her voice a mixture of worry and curiosity. She had barely finished speaking before Jeremy followed up with a question of his own.“I didn't even know you'd been discharged. Does Maggie know? She'll be so worried,” Jeremy said, expressing his concern for his mother.“Maggie, huh? Why's that?” Elizabeth asked, stepping forward, eyeing both Leah and Jeremy.Leah and Jeremy looked at each other but said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew something was up. Everyone’s been acting strange around me—too nice, too careful.”Jeremy
Leah and Jeremy were curled up on the couch, watching a TV series Leah loved— one she had introduced Jeremy to, though he had only grown interested because it made her happy.Jeremy's living room was dimly lit, the television screen casting a soft glow on the walls. The air was warm and cozy, carrying the faint scent of Leah’s lavender shampoo. Leah was lying on his lap, resting her head comfortably on his thigh, as he ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.The TV series they were seeing showed a dramatic scene, one that resonated a little too closely with Jeremy’s own life. Leah, ever perceptive, immediately picked up on it.“So Elizabeth is your sister, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “How does it feel knowing this—that you aren't an only child, after all?”Jeremy let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head before correcting her. “Half-sister.” His voice was neutral, but Leah didn’t miss the underlying weight in his tone.“You still didn’t answer my question
When Elizabeth woke up, her eyes met a host of people in the ward she'd be admitted in. She blinked, her gaze adjusting to the fluorescent lights above. As her vision cleared, she saw them—her mother, Mrs. Callahan, sitting at the far end of the room with red-rimmed eyes; Jeremy and Leah standing close to each other, their hands clasped as though bracing for something painful; Maggie seated with her hands folded tightly on her lap, her eyes darting between her and Dr. Alfred; and Noah, right by her side, his face clouded with concern.She struggled to get up, but Noah rushed to her, to assist her.“No, Lizzy. Take it easy,” his familiar voice reached her, soothing and steady.She groaned, holding her head. And then she asked, “ what happened. Why are y'all here?”Alfred and Maggie looked at each other. Jeremy, who was standing beside Leah, held Leah's shoulders. Mrs. Callahan was in tears.The sight of all them looking heartbroken like that only meant one thing – that they knew.Stil
Maggie and Alfred had decided to visit the Callahan's and have a conversation with them and today was the day. They stood before the Callahan residence, exchanging one last glance before Alfred lifted his hand and knocked firmly. The house exuded wealth and prestige, but Maggie wasn’t awed by its beauty—she was preoccupied with what lay ahead.A woman opened the door. It must be Mrs. Callahan. She was a vision of grace and warmth. Her bright smile was disarming, an obvious contrast to the weight of the conversation Maggie and Alfred had come to have."Good afternoon," Mrs. Callahan greeted them, her voice smooth and welcoming. "How may I help you?"Maggie hesitated for a second before Alfred spoke. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Callahan. I’m Dr. Alfred, and this is my companion, Maggie. We were hoping to speak with you and your husband."“Oh, my husband is away on a business trip,” she said with a soft chuckle, stepping aside to let them in. “But rest assured, you can discuss any business ma
Jeremy was taking Leah to the hospital for her appointment and asked Jackson to drive them.He had been driving himself for sometime now, relieving Jackson of the stress. But he didn't feel like driving on this day.Jackson drove, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as soft music played through the car’s speakers. Jeremy sat beside him, but his attention was on Leah, who was in the back seat, staring out of the window.The smooth melody of “Piano Man” by Brandy filled the car. Leah’s expression shifted almost instantly. Her brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat, listening.Jeremy noticed.He turned his body slightly to look at her. “Leah?”She didn’t answer. She was lost in thought, lost in the melody that felt eerily familiar. A memory surfaced— She remembered Jackson playing this same song the first time she had requested it in Jeremy’s car.The realization
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