Raphael's POV.
“Well, are you going to speak or not?” Kristine's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as a result of the news.
“Kristine…I don't know…I understand your reason for coming back but I don't think you're welcome in my life at the moment.” The truth was bitter but I had to say it anyway.
I couldn't give her the hope that there was still a space in my life for her after abandoning me for so long. But now..she wasn't the only one. We had a child together.
Would it be fair that I let the child grow without a father?
“Really? Yes, I left you but you're seriously not going to make a compromise? Not even for your child? I'm sorry but I won't leave until you take me back!” Kristine's sharp voice made my heart tremble.
I clenched my fists but I soon released them as I stared at her, she stood rooted to the ground with firm arms that rounded her chest.
Christ. What was this? How possible was it to manage two women in my life? What sort of test was this?
On the one hand, I had Henrietta whom my bond with would earn my father's trust. And on the other hand, I've got Kristine, the woman I used to love who now had a child for me.
I couldn't leave one for the other as both were very important in my life at the moment. I drove a hand in my hair as I tried to think of what to do.
‘Everything is fine. You can fix this.’ A smile found its way to my lips as the small voice in my head encouraged but deep down, I felt like I was seriously losing it.
“What's funny? You think this situation is a joke?” Kristine scowled at me.
My brows pulled together, “Can you please stop trying to create an issue here? There's already enough tension so please.”
Kristine scoffed, “What tension? I don't understand what’s so hard about taking me back but I guess you love someone else now.” Kristine's face dropped as she finished.
I felt the crazy urge to lift her chin up, and reassure her that she was the only woman I loved but I fought back the desire to do so.
This was not the time to act all romantic. Plus, I was still mad at her for leaving.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips, conveying the burden of making decisions.
“Okay, how about I get you an apartment close to the mansion? I'd pay visits from time to time and that way, our child gets fatherly love.”
Kristine's face lit up with surprise before falling back to irritation, her lips curled downwards as she threw her hands in the air.
“Are you listening to yourself right now? You want us to live like separated couples?”
“Well, aren't we separated?” I shot back.
“Yes but I'm back now, okay?!” Kristine thundered with tiny veins popping out her forehead.
Kristine stepped closer, her lips quivering like she was trying so hard to keep it all together, “And that's seriously all that should matter. I don't…I don't understand why you can't see that. I've lived every day yearning for you but all you care about is how I abandoned you! If you cared that much, why didn't you look for me?”
I stared at her, watching how she tried to blink back the tears but they ended up falling anyway. I lifted my hand towards her face to wipe her tears but I withdrew them.
I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me right now. Whatever decision I made right now would affect my inheritance and I knew better than acting on feelings.
I averted her gaze as I stared into nothing, “Well, since you don't think getting an apartment is a good idea. What do you suggest then?” I asked, totally avoiding her question.
There was no response from Kristine.
Just silence.
Silence that enveloped a thousand unsaid words.
And just when I parted my lips to speak again, I heard her voice, “I suggest living with you. This will help our child get familiar with you and build a better environment for our child.”
Kristine's words hit me like a stray bullet, stirring my mind off balance as I didn't expect her to say that.
“No, you can't.” I replied immediately.
Kristine gasped, “What?! But our–”
“Kristine, I said you can't live with me. At least not yet. I have someone else in my life now and I don't want to disrespect her like that.” I lied, hoping it'd be enough reason for Kristine to discard the idea.
“Okay, fine. You have someone else in your life and I get that. Get us an apartment and that'd be okay.”
Really? That was it? That was easier than I thought.
I directed my gaze back to her face as a smile spread across my lips, “Thank you for understanding, Kristine.” I rubbed her arm in appreciation.
Kristine forced a smile before brushing my hands off her body. Judging from how pale her face was and how dull her eyes became, I knew she wasn't pleased but I didn't dare try to make things better even though I wanted to.
“I need to go get prepared for tomorrow. Katie's attending school for the first time.”
And with that, she turned to leave but I stopped her.
“Her name's Katie?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Kristine nodded in response and I felt a thrill of excitement burst in my heart. The realization that I was now a father was truly amazing.
“I'd come see her tomorrow.” I said before bidding Kristine goodbye.
As I watched her body disappear into the darkness, a series of questions sprung in my heart.
Why did it take Kristine this long to come tell me she had our child?
Was there something more to this or was I just overthinking?
Raphael’s POVAs I walked back into the mansion, my eyes landed on a feminine figure standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.“Why are you standing there and looking at me like that?” I interrogated Henrietta as I approached her.“Who's she?” Henrietta replied back, ignoring my question.I fixed my hands into my pockets, “Why should I tell you that?”Henrietta breathed a laughter, one that came from the surprise of my words.“Oh you don't think I deserve to know? Why am I here acting like a fake wife if you already got someone else in your life?” Henrietta questioned, her hands gesturing towards the door.I shook my head from ear to ear, “There was someone else in my life but then, one day there wasn't anymore and that's why I got into a contract marriage with you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be up in my room.” Following this, I walked past her but Henrietta pulled me back with a force that I never knew could come from her arms.“What's wrong with you?” I questio
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life
Raphael’s POVI woke up with a headache and an unfamiliar scent clinging to my sheets. Something was wrong. My body felt sluggish, my mind foggy from the alcohol I had drowned myself in last night. I groaned, running a hand over my face before turning toward the warmth beside me. The woman from last night. I had been impatient to see what I was paying for, but the moment I finally got a look at her face, my stomach twisted. This wasn’t her. My eyes snapped open fully as I sat up, my movements startling the woman awake. Her head jerked toward me, sleep still clouding her wide hazel eyes. “What the—?” she started, looking around in confusion. My jaw clenched. I scanned her features again. She looked exactly like the woman I had hired last night, but something was missing. My gaze dropped to her wrist. No tattoo. My blood ran cold. *"Who are you?"* Her breath hitched at my question, but then her expression twisted in anger. "Who am I? Who the hell are you?" I
"The operation needs to commence now." The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drum, pounding over and over again as I stepped out of his office. My body moved on autopilot, my hands clutching the strap of my worn-out bag as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. I walked through the hospital corridor, the scent of antiseptic burning my nose. Doctors and nurses passed me, their faces neutral, their steps quick and purposeful. No one spared me a glance. No one saw the storm raging inside me. But my world was falling apart. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. My brother had fallen again—another accident that proved how fragile his condition was. And now, the damage was worse. The doctors said he needed immediate surgery. But the cost… I had been saving for years, taking extra shifts at the bar, cutting back on everything I could. Yet, even after all the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, it still wasn’t enough.
"If I had been told three months ago that I'd find myself falling for Raphael, I'd never believe it."Three months ago, I never would have imagined this. Back then, I had been desperate, willing to do anything to save my brother. And now, he was safe, studying in another city, walking on his own two feet again. That was all that mattered… or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the truth was, something else had changed—I had changed. I didn’t know when or how it had happened, but somewhere along the line, I had started falling for my husband. It was foolish, I knew that. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a business deal, a transaction that benefited us both. I had agreed to it knowing that Raphael Gold didn’t believe in love. That he was only doing this because of the ultimatum his father had given him. And yet, I had convinced myself that maybe—just maybe—things could be different. Raphael wasn’t a terrible husband, at least not in front of his father. He pl
“Why are you with my phone?”I didn’t know what irritated me more—the fact that Henrietta was holding my phone or the way she quickly tried to mask her guilt. My eyes narrowed as I stepped forward, crossing the space between us in long, measured strides. “Why are you with my phone?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses. Henrietta’s fingers twitched before she quickly placed the phone back on the nightstand. She turned to face me, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. “I was just… checking the time,” she said, a little too fast. “I needed to know how much time I had left to arrange your clothes and then rush down to serve your dinner.” I raised a brow, unconvinced. She avoided my eyes, instead reaching for one of the suits I had draped over the chair. “Next time, use the clock,” I said flatly, picking up my phone. My screen was still on, the notification banner glowing softly. My grip tightened the second I saw the sender’s name. Kristine. For a moment, I
Raphael’s POVAs I walked back into the mansion, my eyes landed on a feminine figure standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.“Why are you standing there and looking at me like that?” I interrogated Henrietta as I approached her.“Who's she?” Henrietta replied back, ignoring my question.I fixed my hands into my pockets, “Why should I tell you that?”Henrietta breathed a laughter, one that came from the surprise of my words.“Oh you don't think I deserve to know? Why am I here acting like a fake wife if you already got someone else in your life?” Henrietta questioned, her hands gesturing towards the door.I shook my head from ear to ear, “There was someone else in my life but then, one day there wasn't anymore and that's why I got into a contract marriage with you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to be up in my room.” Following this, I walked past her but Henrietta pulled me back with a force that I never knew could come from her arms.“What's wrong with you?” I questio
Raphael's POV.“Well, are you going to speak or not?” Kristine's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as a result of the news.“Kristine…I don't know…I understand your reason for coming back but I don't think you're welcome in my life at the moment.” The truth was bitter but I had to say it anyway.I couldn't give her the hope that there was still a space in my life for her after abandoning me for so long. But now..she wasn't the only one. We had a child together.Would it be fair that I let the child grow without a father?“Really? Yes, I left you but you're seriously not going to make a compromise? Not even for your child? I'm sorry but I won't leave until you take me back!” Kristine's sharp voice made my heart tremble.I clenched my fists but I soon released them as I stared at her, she stood rooted to the ground with firm arms that rounded her chest.Christ. What was this? How possible was it to manage two women in my life? What sort o
“Why are you with my phone?”I didn’t know what irritated me more—the fact that Henrietta was holding my phone or the way she quickly tried to mask her guilt. My eyes narrowed as I stepped forward, crossing the space between us in long, measured strides. “Why are you with my phone?” My voice was sharp, leaving no room for excuses. Henrietta’s fingers twitched before she quickly placed the phone back on the nightstand. She turned to face me, her lips parting slightly before she spoke. “I was just… checking the time,” she said, a little too fast. “I needed to know how much time I had left to arrange your clothes and then rush down to serve your dinner.” I raised a brow, unconvinced. She avoided my eyes, instead reaching for one of the suits I had draped over the chair. “Next time, use the clock,” I said flatly, picking up my phone. My screen was still on, the notification banner glowing softly. My grip tightened the second I saw the sender’s name. Kristine. For a moment, I
"If I had been told three months ago that I'd find myself falling for Raphael, I'd never believe it."Three months ago, I never would have imagined this. Back then, I had been desperate, willing to do anything to save my brother. And now, he was safe, studying in another city, walking on his own two feet again. That was all that mattered… or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the truth was, something else had changed—I had changed. I didn’t know when or how it had happened, but somewhere along the line, I had started falling for my husband. It was foolish, I knew that. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a business deal, a transaction that benefited us both. I had agreed to it knowing that Raphael Gold didn’t believe in love. That he was only doing this because of the ultimatum his father had given him. And yet, I had convinced myself that maybe—just maybe—things could be different. Raphael wasn’t a terrible husband, at least not in front of his father. He pl
"The operation needs to commence now." The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drum, pounding over and over again as I stepped out of his office. My body moved on autopilot, my hands clutching the strap of my worn-out bag as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. I walked through the hospital corridor, the scent of antiseptic burning my nose. Doctors and nurses passed me, their faces neutral, their steps quick and purposeful. No one spared me a glance. No one saw the storm raging inside me. But my world was falling apart. I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from spilling. My brother had fallen again—another accident that proved how fragile his condition was. And now, the damage was worse. The doctors said he needed immediate surgery. But the cost… I had been saving for years, taking extra shifts at the bar, cutting back on everything I could. Yet, even after all the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, it still wasn’t enough.
Raphael’s POVI woke up with a headache and an unfamiliar scent clinging to my sheets. Something was wrong. My body felt sluggish, my mind foggy from the alcohol I had drowned myself in last night. I groaned, running a hand over my face before turning toward the warmth beside me. The woman from last night. I had been impatient to see what I was paying for, but the moment I finally got a look at her face, my stomach twisted. This wasn’t her. My eyes snapped open fully as I sat up, my movements startling the woman awake. Her head jerked toward me, sleep still clouding her wide hazel eyes. “What the—?” she started, looking around in confusion. My jaw clenched. I scanned her features again. She looked exactly like the woman I had hired last night, but something was missing. My gaze dropped to her wrist. No tattoo. My blood ran cold. *"Who are you?"* Her breath hitched at my question, but then her expression twisted in anger. "Who am I? Who the hell are you?" I
Henrietta’s POV*"I don't love you."* Those four words shattered everything I thought I knew about love, about loyalty—about Jason. I could still see it, the way his lips curled as he said it. The way he didn’t even look guilty as I stood there, frozen, watching him tangle himself around another woman like I never existed. My heart had pounded so hard that night I thought it would explode. But nothing hurt more than the way he dismissed me, like I was just another inconvenience in his life. *"I don’t love you."* Even now, standing behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who probably didn’t love the women waiting for them at home, those words clung to my skin like a bad omen. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be spending my nights in a dimly lit bar, serving overpriced liquor to men who looked at me like I was something to consume. I wasn’t supposed to be exhausted every night, smelling like whiskey and smoke, my feet aching from hours of standing. But life