Lana pov I gasped, my hands flying to my cheeks in disbelief when Caroline suddenly leaped in front of Sarah and slapped her right across the face. “Are you out of your mind? How could you even think about slapping Mrs. Lana? Have you completely lost it?” She growled, fury radiating from her. Honestly, I was shocked—sure, I didn’t expect her to slap me, but I thought she’d at least drag Bryan away. My heart was racing, imagining the worst possible outcomes. Should I step in or let Caroline have her moment of glory? My face flushed as she prepared to swing at Caroline, but we both caught her hand mid-air. Caroline’s expression was priceless, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What… h-h-how could you?” she stammered, and I jumped in to finish her thought. “What’s the meaning of this? Sweetheart, you started this whole mess! How dare you raise your hand at me? Don’t you have any respect for someone with my level of dignity?” I shot back, releasing her hand and taking a step back.
Author pov The shadows wrapped around Lana like a bad date when nightmares of her child crashed into her mind, sending chills down her spine. She was so rattled, she couldn't even catch her breath. Panting like she just run a marathon, she jolted awake, her eyes racing around the room. And just when she thought it couldn't get worse, she realized Caroline had rolled off the bed during the night. "Caroline? Caroline?" she called out, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Caroline?" she shouted, and just then, the light flicked on, revealing Caroline's wide-eyed expression. "What's the drama, Lana?" she asked, striding over to the bed like she was on a mission. Lana was too breathless to respond, her hands gripping the mattress as her chest heaved. Caroline's face shifted from irritation to genuine worry as she noticed Lana's panicked demeanor. "Lana, what’s going on? You look like you just saw a horror movie!" She hurried over, plopping down next to her and giving her
Anonymous pov I refuse to put her on a pedestal; it's obvious that Caroline prefers chaos over a peaceful life in the city. “Alex, you had one simple job, and you turned it into a disaster with your lazy antics, leaving us with a day full of confusion and disappointment.” “Hey, grab his hands! He needs to stay put,” I commanded, my voice booming with fury, every word dripping with the intensity of my frustration. How could he trade my happiness for his petty revenge? I've been after Caroline for ages, and now he shows up whining about some ridiculous woman named Lana trying to mess with my plans. “Alex, spill it! Where's Caroline?” I stepped closer, watching him squirm against the grip holding him back. “Let me go! I’m not holding Caroline, that witch” he spat out, and my fist tightened as I landed a solid punch on his cheek. “How dare you!” I rubbed my knuckles and hit him again, watching as blood trickled from his lips. Alex's eyes were wide with agony as he stumbled ba
Donovan pov So, I decided to hit up the nightclub, you know, the main one where I practically lived during my marriage to Lana. That’s where I first spotted Sarah, but she was just another face in the crowd, totally clueless about the scene until we started hanging out and suddenly it became her second home. But I digress. My eyes were glued to the dance floor, where this stunning stripper with chocolate skin was wrapping her legs around the pole like it was her best friend. I was mesmerized, completely lost in her performance, until the bartender snapped me back to reality. “Hey, Mr. Donovan, you good?” he grinned. I turned to him, flashed a smile back, and said, “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” while adjusting my stool and resting my arms on the counter, my mind wandering off again. I was totally lost in the moment, staring at the dancer who dared to lock eyes with me and flash that cheeky smile while her hips moved like they were in a dance-off with the beat. Sure, there was a litt
Sarah pov So there I was, downstairs, totally lost in my fun time with Bryan when the doorbell decided to crash our party. Bryan paused his giggles and shot me a look. "Mom, someone’s at the door," he said, eyes glued to the entrance. I frowned and let out a loud hiss, not that I was expecting any visitors. "Come on, let’s focus on our fun! Let them keep knocking; I’m not waiting for anyone..." But before I could finish my thought, the knocking got louder, practically screaming for attention. "Who's there?" I called out, trying to keep my cool as I released Bryan's leg and strolled toward the door. Bryan piped up, "Mom, you look all serious! Smile! It could be someone you know!" I managed a smile back, but honestly, surprise visits are not my jam, especially from that annoying Lana. As I reached the door, I silently growled, then swung it open, my jaw dropping at the sight before me. It was rare and downright creepy. "Betty?" "Sarah? Babygirl, stop acting like a scaredy-cat a
Betty pov Happiness is totally free at Donovan's mansion, and let me tell you, Sarah has been living the high life ever since she snagged him. Newsflash: he was mine before she swooped in with her sneaky little ways. So there I was, rocking my bikini bottom, soaking up the sun by the pool on the very day I decided to drop by. Honestly, Sarah's sad puppy eyes and her dramatic sniffles just make me want to roll my eyes and throw a punch. But hey, I had to keep it cute and play nice while I figured out my next move. I flashed a smile at the sun, shades on, feeling fabulous. Just then, I heard the gate creaking open. Someone was definitely coming in, and I had a hunch it was Donovan. Oh, he’s going to be so shocked to see me! As the footsteps drew near, I adjusted my sunglasses and struck a pose that would make any runway model jealous. The moment Donovan's deep voice hit my ears, I felt a little spark of excitement. "Betty? What are you doing here?" he asked his tone a delightful m
Sarah pov. Whoa there! Bryan better keep Lana's name out of this crazy lady's mouth! I thought as I scooped up my little guy like he was a precious treasure. He shot me a look, his brows all scrunched up. "Mom, I'm not a baby anymore! I'm six! You need to carry me like a pro," he said in a low voice, clearly trying to throw some sass my way. I couldn't help but chuckle, my eyes darting to Betty, who looked utterly baffled. But who cares? I’d go to the ends of the earth to protect my family—even if it meant taking out this chatterbox! I thought as I hugged my kiddo tight. "Sarah, that kid seems to have something on his mind. Does he know Lana?" she asked, and Donovan shot me a look, scoffed, and strutted off, leaving me to deal with the drama queen solo. "Not your concern, Betty," I shot back, leaving her to stew in her thoughts. I trudged upstairs with Bryan, letting out a heavy sigh. As we reached his room, I glanced out at the balcony, my ears picking up some ruckus from below.
Lana pov I must have sounded like a total clown when I told Sarah I wanted her kid to spend the holidays at my place. Honestly, it was a struggle to even admit it, especially since he clearly wanted to come with me, but his mom was just digging in her heels. Whatever, her opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore—Caroline’s DNA drama is starting to make a lot of sense, and I’m taking charge of this situation. I looked at the kid, his eyes all puffy and red from crying, and it was obvious he wanted to be with me. But with Sarah playing the overprotective mom, I’m betting she’s not going to let that happen. “Sarah, I’m not trying to stir the pot here, but I owe you an apology for any chaos I might have caused earlier. Can you please let me take Bryan for a bit? I really think he’s amazing and just want to spend some time with him,” I said, keeping my cool. The room was dead silent, except for this random lady in a bikini who looked like she was having the time of her life when I walked in.