My ex-husband has a son
Lana's POV Mother? The voice echoed in my mind as I realized reuniting with my child. The same child I now recognized bore the traits and characteristics of my offspring; it could not be a mere coincidence. Raising my eyebrows at the individuals the child referred to as parents sent a chill down my spine; it was simply unbelievable. "Did you call her mother?" I inquired of the child, who nodded affirmatively, a remarkably intelligent and handsome boy. "Yes, she is my mother, and this is my father," he indicated towards Donovan, who stood weakly, gazing at us with eyes that appeared weary and filled with unshed tears. Perhaps he was regretting his decision to leave me, or he was simply astonished to see me after five years of separation. "Oh! Your parents?" I posed the question, and in that instant, the same woman who had contributed to the dissolution of my family rushed towards us, embracing the child. "Sweetheart, Mother is here, okay?" she murmured, stroking his hair while casting a glance in my direction. "Mrs. Lana Gray?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I smiled at the speaker as I approached the stage to address the audience, yet my mind remained preoccupied with the child. How could Donovan have fathered a child when he was impotent? Had he adopted a child? No, this was impossible; I could stake my life on the fact that Donovan was incapable of having children. The atmosphere on stage was charged with unspoken anticipation, as the audience directed their attention towards me, eagerly awaiting my welcoming address. I took a moment to clear my throat into the microphone, inhaling and exhaling deeply, as if my breath were about to falter. “I am grateful for the presence of everyone here today, from the… umm…” I momentarily lost my train of thought, chuckling softly as the audience responded with applause, finding humor in the absurdity of the situation. I scanned the crowd in search of the boy rumored to be Donovan's son. “I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Jan for his assistance with the project during my absence.” I glanced toward the area where the aforementioned participant was seated, and he promptly waved to the five individuals in attendance, who responded with applause. I positioned my arms on the pulpit while gripping the microphone, and I extended a greeting to the new clients present for the project launch. As I was speaking, the speaker approached and leaned in to whisper to me, "Ma'am, Mr. Donovan is also here and will take the microphone after your speech." His tone was calm, yet his words awakened a deep-seated resentment I harbored for that name. "Until then," I replied, maintaining my gaze on the audience. He nodded and stepped aside, but I remained resolute in my decision to never reconcile with those who have inflicted pain on me, particularly Donovan. The suffering he caused will echo loudly, rendering any plea for mercy a mere refrain. I indicated that Mr. Jan would take the microphone, proceeding with the next step of the event. At that moment, the individual who had previously conveyed information to me approached, reminding me about Donovan. I responded with a furrowed brow, which effectively expressed my thoughts on the matter. Mr. Jan entered the stage with a sinister grin, and I glanced at Donovan, who appeared taken aback by my actions. This marked the onset of his troubles. "Thank you, Mrs. Lana," Mr. Jan said, extending his hand for a shake, which I accepted with pleasure. "Let us give a round of applause to this remarkable woman," he announced into the microphone, and the audience acknowledged this with applause. I offered a wave and stepped down from the stage, my heels echoing with each step until I reached the final step and returned to my seat. A few minutes after the entire incident, I felt a pressing need to use the restroom; however, I was approached by an investor who had attended a seminar with me. Unfortunately, we had not established a rapport due to my inherent distance from him. His demeanor was hardly sympathetic, and I recalled his disrespectful attitude towards a cleaner during the seminar, leading me to question his capacity for human empathy. "Mrs. Lana," he called out, his voice trailing behind me, but I chose to ignore him, recognizing the foolishness of my actions. I snorted in frustration, clenching my fists. He called out again, "Mrs. Lana," this time with a harsher tone, perhaps irritated by my silence. I felt a surge of anger as I muttered through gritted teeth, "What is your problem? Can't you just leave me alone? I despise it when you intrude upon my life. Don't you understand?” I apologize, Mrs. Lana, but I require your confident approval to join your company. I have lucrative dispensing deals to propose, he stated. As I prepared to endure his nonsensical chatter, I crossed my arms beneath my chest, observing the self-absorbed young man. "Deal" he inquired. I responded, "I do not require any deal from you; simply leave me be. I have other clients to attend to and do not wish to engage in business with you. Please, just go away. Who invited you to this opportunity? It was intended for potential candidates, not for you," I retorted, allowing him to wallow in his disappointment. I cannot negotiate with someone of his character. With a sharp hiss, I closed the door forcefully and leaned against it, exhaling deeply. What a nuisance! Overwhelmed by the memories of my late husband, I felt my heart tremble with the weight of an unrefined past. I encountered my ex-husband, whom I hold in disdain, as I lowered my gaze. It was then that I noticed a young boy who had referred to Donovan as his father earlier. "Hello, young prince, what brings you to the ladies' restroom?" I inquired, to which he responded with a furrowed brow, "I need to use the restroom, ma'am. I didn't realize this was a women's facility," he replied calmly, his voice imbued with sincerity. Strangely, Donavon has a son.I still want Lana Donovan's POV I took hold of the vodka cup and poured five shots into my glass, the strong scent wafting from my mouth. A gasp escaped me as I continued to consume one shot after another until a pounding headache set in, a consequence of my excessive drinking. I struggled to focus on the surrounding clarity, but it offered little relief. "Donovan, what is driving you to drink?" Sarah queried, her gaze fixed on me as she forcefully snatched the vodka glass from my hands, nearly causing me to feel faint. Anger boiled within me at this action. "I do not require your assistance, woman; I desire solitude," I retorted, reaching for another glass to pour more vodka. However, she swiftly swept her hand across the bar, sending the entire drink shattering to the floor. "Do not feign indifference with me; I know you are pining for her, Donovan. Just admit that her wealth is driving you to distraction," she shouted. “Whose wealth is in question? Were you truly unaware o
The conference Lana's povAs I settled into my seat, my fingers rhythmically tapping on the table with a sense of urgency, I observed the boardroom filled with intellectual men prepared to negotiate contracts with me. Rising from my chair, I placed my hands on the table to address those present. I scanned the room, searching for the familiar face of my ex-husband, who had expressed interest in collaborating with my company but was notably absent. I scoffed, adjusting my necklace and bracelets. "Mr. Jan, please have the staff bring in the coffee; I believe everyone would appreciate a refreshment before we commence our discussions," I suggested, smiling as they nodded in agreement."Yes, Mrs. Lana, the arrangements have been made and are awaiting your approval," he replied graciously, prompting a smirk from me as I adjusted my bracelet. "Let her serve the coffee, Mr. Jan..." I trailed off as a group of latecomers entered. "Donavon, what on earth is he wearing?" I muttered under my bre
I can't apologize to Lana Sarah pov“Why did you treat Lana that way? You should not have taken it to such extremes,” Donovan stated, his voice filled with resolve, and I could sense the anguish underlying his tone. “Goodness!” “Why are you even bringing her up? She can manage her controversies; the media is more than capable of portraying her as a fragile woman, especially since she aspires to be a lioness,” I remarked, laughing lightly while snacking on my chips. However, Donovan's expression revealed no amusement. “Sarah, what if she jeopardizes all the projects my company has invested so much effort into?”His question struck me, causing my cheerful demeanor to fade and my expression to become serious. “I hadn't considered that!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I adjusted my seating, trying to suppress my frustration over my oversight. “You will need to apologize to Lana for the harm caused,” he asserted, and my heart skipped a beat at his words. “What? I cannot apologize t
THE MEDIA Lana povCaroline Davon, a prominent journalist known for her critical stance on the media's portrayal of the situation instigated by Sarah, prompted me to create an opportunity for Donavon to halt all agreements intended for my company. I carefully repositioned the table to facilitate a discussion regarding the scandal, as Caroline urged me to address the matters at hand in order to restore my reputation.While I acknowledged her request, I remained unconvinced of the necessity to engage with individuals like Sarah and Donavon, deeming them unworthy of my attention. I scoffed, running my fingers through my hair as I contemplated my next words."Please, take a moment to relax, Lana. It’s merely a twenty-minute conversation; it’s not a significant issue," she remarked, to which I responded with a shake of my head, indicating my disapproval.“The interview is not merely a twenty-minute engagement, Caroline; it is possible that I may become emotional throughout the process. I
Surprise visit Donovan's pov I walked back and forth in my office while Sarah stood with her arms crossed, exhaling forcefully like a distressed animal.Frustrated, I shouted, "Aahhh! Sarah, you are nothing but a witch! How could you possibly deliver such a speech about—" She interrupted me, stating, "About Lana." "Donovan, it is time for you to decide between me and Lana. I am tired of hearing about Lana this and Lana that," she growled, advancing towards me. I felt my anger rising, a feeling I was reluctant to unleash upon her. "I despise this farce of a marriage," I retorted, pushing past her with a dismissive gesture. "Excuse me, Sarah, what are you doing in my office? I left home earlier than necessary to escape your incessant complaints, and you dare to come here and continue your tirade." I motioned myself to the shelf as she also followed behind ranting and chasing me from one side of my office to the other. Hunny you have to listen to me, I am doing everything for your
SEXSarah pov“You assured me of intimacy, so prepare yourself and get in the right mindset. I can overlook your earlier reference to Lana, but the commitment to intimacy remains non-negotiable.” I noted this as I allowed my towel to drop effortlessly. “Please refrain from this behavior! I am exhausted and require some rest. There will be no intimacy tonight; it was an error to have made such a promise.” Donovan's remarks elicited an unexpected fit of laughter and applause, reminiscent of mindless gossip. “What did you just say?” I inquired, looking at him with a blank expression.I observed him as he wrapped himself in the duvet, enveloping his entire body from head to toe. It struck me as rather immature for him to believe he could prevent me from engaging in intimacy with him. "Let us take a shower, Donovan, before we proceed with whatever we are about to do," I suggested, but he merely laughed. “We share nothing in common interests.”In a fit of anger, I gestured towards the wa
TERMINATED CONTRACT WITH LAWSUITLANA POVAs I gazed at the documents being filed under my company, I couldn't help but remind all my employees about the importance of not accepting unauthorized files. Gathering the entire staff in the hall, I was too preoccupied with the turmoil caused by Sarah throughout the week to address them myself. "Mr. Jan, please take the lead," I said calmly, absentmindedly running my hand through my hair and keeping a serene smile on my lips. "Of course, Mrs. Lana," he replied. I observed as he straightened his tie and cleared his throat before confidently discussing the issue of accepting files.“Mrs. Lana, the file belonging to Mr. Donovan has also been included among the documents presented.” Mr. Jan remarked, indicating the file toward me. A wave of anger washed over me as memories began to resurface. A single file had been the catalyst for my divorce from Donovan, and now he seeks to engage in a business arrangement with my company. It is foolish of
Lana povHow could she possibly label me as weak? This thought consumed my mind as I directed a fierce glare at Caroline, who appeared completely unaware of the implications of her words. “Did you just refer to me as a weak woman?” I finally voiced my concern, yet she paid me no mind, engrossed in her chocolate bar. I couldn't help but wonder where she had acquired such a treat while seated here, dismissing me as a weak individual.She leaped out without a moment's pause and faced me directly. “I was not joking, Lana; you tend to take everything lightly, which is why Clara feels compelled to impose her foolishness upon you.” Her voice dripped with malice as she spoke. I cannot afford to be lighthearted when conveying the truth. She persisted, yet I could sense the weight of her sincerity regarding the matters at hand. I understood that she was attempting to transform me into a ruthless and unfeeling individual, but I was not prepared to embrace that change.Can we skip speaking of
The Truth Unfolds Lana’s POV I sat in the living room, the weight of everything pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My mind spun with all the revelations from the past few days—Leo’s betrayal, Sarah’s twisted games, and the danger we were all in. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, and I had no idea who to trust anymore. Donovan stood by the window, his face unreadable as he stared out into the night. The silence between us was thick, and I knew there was more he hadn’t told me yet. I could feel it in the air, a tension that seemed to tighten with every passing second. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Lana, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago." I looked up at him, my heart pounding. "What is it, Donovan? I don’t think I can handle any more surprises." He turned to face me, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. "Remember when we thought I couldn’t have children? When we believed I w
Truth Lana’s POV My hands shook as I stood over the knife, my heart pounding. The air felt thick with tension, and I could hardly breathe. Leo was still wrestling with the stranger on the floor, and I knew I had to act fast. “Get off him!” I shouted, hoping to break through the chaos. Leo glanced up, his face smeared with sweat and determination. “Lana, I can handle this! Just—” But before he could finish, the stranger threw him to the side. Leo hit the wall with a loud thud, and I winced at the sound. “Now, where were we?” the man said, grinning menacingly. I tightened my grip on the knife, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Who was this guy? Why had he come here? “Get away from him!” I yelled, stepping forward, ready to protect Leo at all costs. The man turned his gaze toward me, his smile widening. “You think you can stop me? You don’t even know what’s happening here.” “What are you talking about?” I snapped. He straightened up, brushing off his clothes like he
The Storm Lana’s POV My heart raced as I looked from Donovan to Leo, who was blocking our only way out. The air was thick with tension, and the darkness felt like it was closing in on me. I had never been so terrified in my life. “Lana, listen to me!” Donovan said urgently, his eyes fixed on me. “We can’t let him get to you. We need to stick together.” “Together?” Leo sneered, stepping forward. “Do you think that will save you? You’re both just pawns in my game.” “What game?” I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you want?” Leo grinned, but there was no warmth in it. “I want everything. You, Lana. Your trust. Your love. I want to destroy Donovan, and you’re the key to making that happen.” I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. How had I misjudged him so completely? I had thought Leo was my ally, someone I could trust, but now he was showing a dark side I had never seen before. “Lana, don’t listen to him!” Donovan shouted, stepping protectively in front of me. “
All Lies Lana’s POV The night was thick with tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. Sarah and I sat in the dim light of the cabin, huddled together as we planned our next move against Donovan. I tried to focus, but my mind kept drifting back to the shadow I had seen outside. “Lana, are you even listening?” Sarah’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Sorry, I just…” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I keep thinking about Donovan. What if he is coming for us?” Sarah rolled her eyes, irritation flashing across her face. “Donovan is a monster. He will do anything to get to you. We need to stay focused.” As she spoke, I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Something didn’t feel right. The more I thought about it, the more I began to question Sarah’s intentions. Was she really on my side, or was she just trying to protect herself? Suddenly, the front door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. My heart raced as I turned, ready to confront
Unexpected Lana’s POV The days following Donovan’s death—if it was even that—were a blur. I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, each moment dragging on as I tried to process everything that had happened. Leo was gone. The thought crushed me. I could still hear his voice, his laughter, and his promises echoing in my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my heart heavy with grief. Leo had fought for me. He had given everything to protect me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had failed him. I should have been there. I should have done something more. “Lana, are you okay?” Caroline’s voice broke through my thoughts. She stood in the doorway, concern etched on her face. I forced a smile, but it felt hollow. “Yeah, just thinking.” “Thinking about Leo?” she asked gently, stepping closer. I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. “I can’t believe he’s gone. He didn’t deserve this.” “I know,” Caroline said, sitting beside me. “He loved you, Lana. And you loved
The Truth UnveiledLana’s POVThe chaos in the cabin was overwhelming. I felt my heart racing as Donovan’s men stormed in, and I barely had time to process what was happening. The air was thick with tension, and I could hear the sound of fists hitting flesh, shouts of anger, and the shattering of furniture. I had to focus. I had to protect Sarah.“Sarah!” I yelled, scanning the room for her. She was pressed against the wall, eyes wide with fear. “Lana, get out!” she shouted, her voice trembling. “They’re going to hurt you!”I pushed through the crowd, trying to reach her. But just then, Leo stepped in front of me, brandishing an axe with fierce determination. “Stay back!” he warned, ready to defend us. Suddenly, I heard Donovan’s laugh cut through the chaos. “You think you can save her, Leo?” His voice dripped with mockery. “You’re out of your league!”Without warning, a loud crash reverberated through the cabin as the front door burst open. Donovan stood there, a twisted smile on
BetrayedLana’s POVRunning through the thick trees, I could hear the sounds of footsteps pounding behind us. Panic surged in my chest. We had to get away before they caught up. “Where do we go?” Caroline shouted, glancing over her shoulder. I didn’t have a plan. “Just keep moving!” I yelled back, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out. Leo and Jax were close behind, their faces set with determination. “We need to find shelter,” Jax suggested, his voice steady despite the chaos. “There’s a cabin nearby. If we can reach it, we might be safe.”“Let’s go!” I replied, pushing through the branches that scratched my arms. My breath came in quick gasps, but I focused on putting one foot in front of the other. As we ran, I felt a twinge of guilt for Sarah. I couldn’t deny the pain she had caused, but there was a part of me that wondered how she had ended up this way. Did she ever have a choice? “Here!” Jax pointed ahead, and I saw the outline
ReckoningLana’s POVThe sound of gunfire still echoed in my ears as I rushed toward Sarah, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I had never imagined my life would lead to this moment—facing the woman who had caused me so much pain. Jax was right beside me, his expression fierce and focused. “Watch out!” he yelled as Sarah fired again. I ducked just in time, feeling the heat of the bullet whiz past my shoulder. “We need to flank her!” I shouted, trying to think clearly in the chaos. I signaled to Leo and Caroline, who were hiding behind the trees. They nodded, understanding the plan. “On three!” Jax said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “One, two, three!”We all moved at once, rushing toward Sarah from different angles. She looked frantic, scanning for us, her gun shaking in her hands. “Get back!” she screamed, her voice breaking. But we didn’t back down. I felt a surge of courage. This was my moment to take control. I could see the fear in her eyes as she faced us, her brava
The Calm Before the Storm Lana’s POV I felt a wave of anxiety was right over me. A hidden island? What if it was a trap? But there was no other choice; we couldn’t go back to the city. As we approached the island, I noticed that the trees loomed like dark shadows against the night sky. “What’s on this island?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “A safe spot. I used to come here for quiet when things got crazy,” Jax replied, his eyes focused on the shoreline. We pulled up to a small, rocky beach. Jax quickly shut off the engine, and a heavy silence settled around us. I felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down. We climbed out of the boat and onto the shore, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The air was thick with the scent of salt and damp earth. “Let’s find some cover,” Jax said, leading us into the trees. “We can’t stay exposed here.” As we walked deeper into the island, I felt a chill run down my spine. The shadows felt alive, shifting with every