A full week had passed since the chaos of the past events.Serena was finally returning to work.Her mother, Mrs. Winthrop had stayed by her side through everything, refusing to leave until she was sure Serena was completely fine. But today, she was heading back home.Serena had personally booked her flight and made sure everything was set for her departure.That morning, after Amy had left for school, Serena and her mother drove to the airport together.The car ride was mostly quiet, filled with an unspoken heaviness.Mrs. Winthrop was the first to break the silence. “Are you sure you’re okay now, sweetheart?”Serena smiled softly, keeping her eyes on the road. “Mom, I promise I’m fine. You’ve done more than enough for me. I don’t know what I would have done without you. You made everything so special for me these past few days and I’m really grateful.”Her mother let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you and also make sure you are alright, Serena. Y
It was already noon, and Serena was buried in work, her eyes glued to her laptop screen as she reviewed the latest project proposals.Her office door suddenly swung open, and the familiar clinking sound of utensils against a food tray made her look up.Emma walked in, carrying a neatly packed lunch.“Here you go, boss,” Emma said cheerfully, placing the tray on Serena’s desk.Serena sighed and leaned back in her chair. “You really don’t have to bring my lunch every day, you know.”Emma smirked, crossing her arms. “I do when I know you’d rather starve than step out of this office.”Serena chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. I appreciate it. What’s on the menu today?”Emma lifted the lid of the container, revealing an exquisitely prepared meal—grilled salmon, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.“Something light but fancy,” Emma said proudly. “I figured you’d need the energy for tonight.”Serena raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”Emma’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh! I alm
Serena was seated at her desk, scrolling through some final emails when there was a knock on her office door.Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Emma’s excited voice filled the room.“They’re here!” Emma announced, stepping aside to let in the glam team.First walked in a tall, elegantly dressed woman in her mid-thirties, her arms filled with designer garment bags. She had a confident smile, a measuring tape draped around her neck, and a keen eye for fashion.“Serena Winthrop,” she greeted smoothly, her voice dripping with professionalism. “I’m Delilah Monroe, your designer for the evening.”Right behind her, a petite woman with bright red hair and an effervescent personality practically bounced into the room.“And I’m Paige, your makeup artist!” she chirped, waving a brush in the air. “We are going to make you look absolutely breathtaking tonight!”The last person to enter was a tall, lean man with sleek black hair pulled into a ponytail. He carried a case filled wit
In her luxurious penthouse, Kate sat in front of an enormous mirror, admiring the different dresses Rolly had laid out for her. The room was filled with the scent of expensive perfume and the soft hum of anticipation.Rolly, her ever-dramatic best friend, folded her arms and gave Kate a critical once-over. “Okay, babe, this is not just a regular ball. This is your moment. We need you looking like a goddess that makes every woman jealous and every man drool.”Kate smirked, running a perfectly manicured finger over the delicate lace of one of the dresses. “Obviously. I don’t do the basics. You of all people should know that I love every bit of publicity stunts and tonight, I’m ready to give to the media and the public all they need to know tonight. By tomorrow, the headlines will be just about me!” Kate uttered, grinning from ear to ear.Rolly grinned, jumping around like a toddler given cakes. “That’s my girl. I sure know what you can do Kate and I trust you are going to give them h
Serena had barely taken another sip of her wine when she felt a presence behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—the air had suddenly shifted, charged with hostility.But when she did turn, her eyes met Kate’s, who was standing there, arms crossed, a wicked grin curling her lips.“Well, well, well,” Kate drawled, loud enough for the people around them to hear. “If it isn’t the queen of pretenders, acting like she belongs here.”Serena exhaled sharply, already exhausted.She had no intention of engaging in whatever childish drama Kate was trying to start. So, she simply turned her gaze away, focusing on her drink, as if Kate wasn’t worth a second of her attention.But that only poured fuel onto the fire.Kate’s smirk faltered, her fingers tightening into fists.“Are you deaf, Serena?” she hissed. “Or are you just acting like you’re too important to acknowledge me? Oh wow, I can’t believe that with this cheap dress of yours, you would try to act this way.”Seren
Bianca paced inside the private lounge at the ball venue, her fingers tapping against the table impatiently. The anticipation coursing through her veins was almost intoxicating. Tonight would be the end of Serena Winthrop.When her phone vibrated, she grabbed it instantly, answering without hesitation.“It’s done,” Mr. Carter’s voice came through the line.A slow, wicked grin spread across Bianca’s face. She leaned against the mirror and admired her reflection, tilting her head slightly. “Perfect.”She took a moment to smooth out her dress, ensuring every strand of hair was in place before stepping out. The hallway was silent, the music from the ballroom faint in the distance. As she made her way toward the private suite where Serena was being kept, she could already imagine the headlines that would dominate the news the next morning.“Rocky’s Design CEO Caught in a Scandalous Affair!”“Exclusive Leaked Photos of Serena Winthrop Exposed!”The thought made her giddy with excitemen
Serena leaned against the seat of the cab, staring out the window as the city blurred past her. The morning sun was bright, casting golden rays over the streets of Arizona. But inside, she felt anything but warm.Her thoughts swirled with everything that had happened last night. Bianca. Nathan. The ball. The fact that she had almost been humiliated beyond repair.She clenched her fists in her lap.How could she have been so blind?She had trusted Bianca, considered her a friend, and yet, Bianca had been plotting against her all this time. And worst of all, it was all because of Nathan.Serena shook her head. She didn’t even want to think about him.The cab slowed to a stop in front of her apartment complex. She paid the driver and stepped out, walking quickly inside. The second she entered her bedroom, she shut the door and leaned against it, exhaling deeply.Finally alone, the weight of everything settled over her like a thick fog.Bianca had been pretending all along. How long
Bianca paced restlessly across her apartment living room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. Her fingers twisted together, her brows knitted in frustration. Maddie sat on the couch, watching her with folded arms and an exhausted expression.“You need to calm down, Bianca,” Maddie sighed, adjusting her posture. “You’ve been pacing for the last hour, and honestly, you’re making me dizzy.”“Calm down?” Bianca snapped, whirling around to face her. “How the hell do you expect me to calm down, Maddie? Everything was going perfectly. Everything! And then—” She stopped, taking a deep breath, pressing her fingers against her temple.Maddie exhaled, shifting her weight. “And then Nathan walked in and ruined everything,” she finished.Bianca scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. “Exactly! Just when I had everything under control. Serena was out cold, the men were ready, and—ugh!” She groaned, stomping her foot in frustration. “Why did he have to show up? Why now?”Maddie leaned forw
The evening air was cool, but Ryan’s blood was boiling with frustration. The image of Steve Jacob flashed in his mind, but what made his chest tighten was the little girl he saw in those features—Amy. Her resemblance to Steve was undeniable, and it gnawed at him, making his head spin.Slumping back in his office chair, Ryan let out a rough sigh. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his suit jacket was tossed aside. He needed to clear his head. Finishing the last of his work, he reached for his phone.“Mr. Ryan,” Jefferson, his assistant, peeked in through the half-opened door. “Anything else you need before I leave?”Ryan shook his head, his voice curt. “No, Jefferson. Go home. I’m done here.”Jefferson nodded and left, leaving Ryan alone with his restless thoughts. Without hesitation, Ryan scrolled to his contacts and dialed. The line barely rang twice before a familiar voice answered.“Yo, Ryan!” Ethan’s voice was warm and lively. “Knew you’d call. I’ve been seeing the mes
The grand, luxurious interior of Ryan’s mansion stood in perfect silence—a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside. Kate lounged on the plush cream-colored couch in the living room, her bare feet tucked beneath her, a half-eaten tub of ice cream balancing on her lap. She had been indulging herself freely since Ryan left for the office earlier that morning. With no one watching, there was no need to keep up her usual act—no sweet smiles, no fake tears, no calculated pouts. Just her, the food, and the empty house.“Finally,” she muttered, scooping another bite of the cold, creamy dessert into her mouth. “Some peace and quiet.”She had wandered through every corner of the house, opening cupboards, sampling expensive wines from the cellar, and even trying on some of Ryan’s clothes—just because she could. This was her space now, or at least it would be soon enough once she becomes Ryan’s wife.Bored, Kate tossed the empty ice cream tub onto the coffee table and grabbed her phone.
That afternoon, the large conference hall buzzed with anticipation, a low hum of murmurs filled the air as journalists adjusted their microphones and tested their cameras. Bright flashes from photographers sparked across the room, casting quick bursts of light on the polished podium set for the day’s speaker.Rows of reporters, some from the most prestigious media houses and others from hungry online tabloids, filled every available seat. Notepads flipped open, and fingers hovered over recording devices. The air felt charged—thick with curiosity.The subject of their speculation was a man few had seen in public. Steve Jacob. The reclusive tycoon who rarely appeared in the spotlight had summoned them. The internet was already flooded with theories—some claimed it was a business announcement, others speculated a scandal. After all, Steve Jacob was a name synonymous with power and mystery.The side doors opened. Conversations halted as heads turned. A tall, striking figure entere
The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Kate lay comfortably on Ryan’s bed, her body half-covered by the blanket. She held her phone tightly against her ear, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she whispered into the receiver.Rolly’s excited voice buzzed through the line.“Kate, you won’t believe it! Mrs. Winters really went all out. She got Serena arrested last night!”Kate’s eyes sparkled with delight, and a wide smirk curled on her lips. She sat up slightly, her back against the soft pillows. “What?!” She gasped in fake surprise, though her voice couldn’t mask the thrill she felt. “Are you serious?”“Totally!” Rolly replied with excitement. “It’s already all over the internet! Serena Winthrop was arrested for causing your miscarriage. The headlines are crazy!”Kate let out a soft, breathy laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh, Rolly, this is perfect. Just perfect! She deserves every bit of it. Now the world will finally see her for what she truly is—a home-
Emma sat up in bed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Serena’s voice still echoed in her head—“I’m being arrested. Please come to my apartment. Take Amy and stay with her until I sort this out. Also call the contact I’m sending to you.”She threw her blanket aside and jumped out of bed, her heart racing.“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, pulling open her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hands trembled as she struggled to get dressed, her mind spinning with worry for both Serena and little Amy.Before heading out to her living room, Emma grabbed her phone again and dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice groggy with sleep.“Hey, babe… what’s wrong? It’s late. Aren’t you sleeping yet? Do you want me to tuck you to bed?” He asked, his voice playful.“Ethan,” Emma blurted out, her voice shaky, “I need your help. My boss, Serena, has been arrested.”“What?” Ethan shot up from his bed, now fully awake. “Arrested? For what?”“I d
Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts. His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt. I’ve hurt her so much. I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold. Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from the fruit basket Rolly had brought earlier. The moment Ryan walked in, both women looked up.Mrs. Winters scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she muttered bitterly, crossing her arms.Ryan ignored her sharp tone and walked straight to Kate, placing the bouquet gently on her lap.“These are for you,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.Kate’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What’s he up to now?” she thought but kept her face neutral. She accepted t
Ryan stood by the hospital window, his phone gripped tightly in his trembling hand. The sky outside was dull, the clouds gray and heavy, mirroring the weight pressing down on his chest. His fingers hesitated over the screen before he finally tapped his mother’s number. The phone rang only twice before Mrs. Winters picked it up.“Ryan?” Her sharp voice echoed through the speaker.Ryan swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Mom… something happened.”Mrs. Winters’ tone shifted immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong? Hope you’re okay?”“ I’m fine mom. But It’s Kate. She isn’t okay…,” Ryan muttered, his voice low, guilt dripping from every word. “She… she lost the baby.”Silence. For a moment, there was only the faint sound of static. Then came the explosion.“What?!” Mrs. Winters’ voice roared through the phone, making Ryan wince. “How could this happen? What did you do, Ryan?!”“What did you do to Kate that led to her losing my grandchild? What the hell did you do?” She demanded, her voic
Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls. Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool. She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.Where the hell did he go?Her chest tightened with suspicion. Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter, all of it—what if he still wanted her?Kate’s hands curled into fists at the thought.“No. I won’t let that happen. Not again.”She snatched her car keys off the counter, her mind already racing with a plan.“This time,” she muttered under her breath, “I’ll make sure Ryan hates her for good.”She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rya
Ryan drove through the city streets that evening, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The neon lights flashed against the windshield, blurring with the growing ache in his head. His jaw clenched as the video replayed in his mind—his mother standing in Serena’s company, publicly humiliating her in front of everyone. The look on Serena’s face, the humiliation, the shame—it should’ve made him angry.But it didn’t.If it were the old him—the Ryan who believed every word Serena said—he would’ve stormed into his mother’s house, demanding answers, defending Serena. But not anymore.Not after the lies.Not after she kept Amy away for years.Not after she looked him in the eyes and claimed he was Amy’s father when he wasn’t.A bitter laugh escaped his lips. One part of him was glad his mother had done it. Serena deserved it. Didn’t she?The ache in his chest disagreed.Ryan pulled into the parking lot of a dimly lit nightclub in town. The sign flickered in red